Ghosts of Halloween: Christmas: Chapter 7

I love it when Caden’s uncertainty shifts to determination. I’d never tell him, because what’s the fun in that, but I will be turned on no matter how he takes off his clothes. He can hop around the room on one leg, pulling off a sock, and I’ll still love it.

Behind him, Harlow stands in front of Jack, and her pose makes me frown. She seems tense, her shoulders drawn up. Unlike Caden, she doesn’t push past her uncertainty.

It looks like I’ll have to help her along.

“Very good, angel,” I say, glancing at Caden. He catches the unspoken meaning at once and gives her a penetrating look, nodding once when he sees it. “I want you to sway your hips to the music. Close your eyes, listen to the beat, and just move. Yes, perfect. You’re so gorgeous like this.”

She moves, hesitantly at first, but as soon as I tell her to close her eyes, she gains more confidence. We all watch her, Jack’s eyes glassy and dark as he stares without blinking. Caden watches, too, until I nudge his foot with mine. When he looks over, I arch an eyebrow.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, but sways his hips slowly.

“Very good, Daddy Santa,” I croon, suppressing my grin. I know they won’t see my expression under the mask, but they can hear it in my voice. “Just like this. Show us your moves.”

Harlow looks over her shoulder and smiles when she sees him. She shifts until she can look at Caden while she sways, and that seems to boost her morale.

That’s right, love. You’re not alone in this. Never alone again.

“Look at you both,” I say softly when the last traces of tension leave Harlow’s shoulders. “You’re so hot, dancing for us. You’re beautiful, angel. You make my cock so hard. Jack, tell her. How do you like her like this?”

He finally blinks, his eyelids heavy and slow, long lashes fanning over his cheeks. “Gorgeous,” he rasps, his voice hoarse. “You’re so hot, princess. I want to fuck you, come inside you, and stay there. Never letting you go.”

She inhales sharply and throws her head back, her hair falling in a sexy curtain. Unprompted, she buries her hands in her hair and shakes it out slowly, her hips loosening into a sensuous rhythm.

“There you go, angel. You bloom under praise. Such a beautiful girl. The only one for us.” She gives me a startled look, so I add, “That’s right, Harlow. You’re the only woman we’ll touch and want. There will never be anyone else.”

She moans, and I realize with a jolt how much she needed to hear that. I’ve never told her before. I thought it was a given.

“Very good, love. Look at Jack and unbutton your cardigan. Slowly. Keep moving those delicious hips.”

I look at Caden as I say it, and he shakes out his hands like he’s getting ready for an arduous task. He blows out a heavy breath and steps closer, rocking his hips as he reaches for the buttons of his dark-green checkered shirt.

“Eyes on me,” I say, my voice lowering as my cock throbs. Behind him, I see Jack gazing up at Harlow like she’s a saint come to bless him. I’m no better—I can’t tear my eyes away from the juicy shape of her ass swaying slowly.

When I look at Caden, his eyes smolder back at me. He wears the shirt half-buttoned, anyway, so it doesn’t take him long until it’s open, showing off his tight stomach under his T-shirt.

I shuffle in place because my cock is so hard, I can’t help adjusting it. Even though I try to be inconspicuous about it, Caden notices and gives me a shit-eating grin.

“Are you hard, Mister Krampus?” he asks, turning to shake his ass in my face. It’s goofy rather than sexy, but my cock jerks anyway. I’m so fucking hard, it’s uncomfortable. “Do you like watching Daddy Santa and your little angel dance?”

“Careful, or I’ll put you over my knee,” I growl, grabbing my stiff cock for relief. “Put that bare ass on display and spank it.”

Caden laughs shamelessly, but Harlow catches my eye. Her cheeks are pink, eyes dark. I realize she liked my threat, even though it was meant for Caden.

“Look at that,” I say when she undoes her last button, letting the cardigan fall open. She runs her fingers up the sides of her head, raising her dark blonde hair. It’s so sexy, I squeeze my cock through my jeans. “Little angel wants to be punished by Krampus. Tell me, love. Do you want me to spank you?”

“Yes,” she says at once, slowly rolling her head until her throat is bared. “You know I was very bad.”

Jack shakes off his lusty fog to glare at me. I know what he means. Tonight is about spoiling Harlow. After our little foreplay, we’ll wring so many orgasms from her that she won’t be able to walk. We’ll cuddle and pamper her, because she deserves it, and so much more. She’s our girl. We take care of what’s ours.

But what if she wants not pampering but pain? That’s a conundrum.

I nod to Jack to calm him down and glance at Caden. His shirt is halfway off, his shoulders bared. He raises a challenging eyebrow.

“Angel, do you actually want a spanking?” I ask, giving it to her straight. “Wouldn’t you rather get fucked and cuddled?”

She turns in a full circle and then faces me, rolling her hips to give Jack a first-class view of that delicious ass of hers. All traces of her self-consciousness are gone. “Can’t I get it all?” she asks, lips quirking as she runs her hands slowly up her front, cupping her tits through her tank top.

“Fuck,” Caden murmurs. “Of course you can, love. Right, boys?”

Jack’s throat bobs as he swallows, glancing at me. He’s nervous but aroused, and I know this speaks to the darkness inside him. In all of us. Caden chooses this moment to let his shirt fall to the ground, and he buries his hands in his hair, just like Harlow did. He knocks the Santa hat off his head, only the beard left.

For a moment, I fixate on his armpits. Fuck, he’s so built, and with his arms raised like this, he seems even burlier.

His dark armpit hair is masculine and sexy, and I lick my lips, looking at him. He shoots me a knowing smirk, and I glance at Harlow, who watches him with plain lust on her pink face. I feel a deep, piercing kinship with her at that moment. We love him both. We’re both speechless and drooling when he turns on the charm.

Then I look at Jack and see the tight, focused expression pinching his eyes as they go from Harlow to Caden. He has his hand on his bulge, and when his eyes go to mine, they flare with want.

That’s it. So beautiful. All of us connected so deeply, these strings of lust, love, and affection can never be untangled.

“Take off your shirt,” I say hoarsely, suddenly restless. I need to be inside someone. Fuck, I need to be inside them all.

Harlow pushes the cardigan off her shoulders slowly, and Caden rucks up his T-shirt, baring his muscled stomach. He doesn’t take it off completely, raising his arms to his head again and thrusting his hips. I don’t hold back a small, rusty sound that tears free from my throat.

I stare at the line of dark hair dusting from his sternum down to disappear under his jeans. Then I look at Harlow, who lifts her tank top slowly, inch by inch, turning in place. I watch the smooth expanse of her skin that she reveals so teasingly, and when the tank top nudges past her breasts, revealing a lacy bra, I sit forward. I see the outlines of her nipples through the light pink fabric.

She looks at me, eyes dark, lips parted, and my cock twitches with appreciation. There she is. So confident now that she knows how much we want her.

“Gorgeous, sweetheart,” I say, surprised by the low, husky quality in my voice. “You’re both so gorgeous.”

She grins, takes off her top completely, and swings it above her head with a laugh. When she lets go, it lands in Jack’s lap, and he brings it up to his nose to inhale her scent.

Caden takes off his T-shirt with a flourish, revealing a muscular, hairy chest and those broad shoulders that I sometimes want to bite. They are just so symmetrical, so full. Perfectly shaped. He rights his beard and fuck, even that is sexy right now. I’m hot for Santa Caden.

“Unbutton your jeans.” I’m less in control than I’d like, especially since I can’t wait for part two of Caden’s little game. Harlow will suck Jack’s cock, he’ll suck mine, and I get to tell them what to do. Fuck.

Caden and Harlow face each other, grinning, and they flip their buttons open in unison, swaying their hips to the rhythm. Caden reaches for her and she comes willingly, pressing her back to his front. She pushes her ass into him, dancing slowly, and he makes a low, horny sound and grabs her tit through her bra.

“Fuck.” I didn’t tell them to do that, but I don’t have it in me to stop it. This is glorious. When Harlow throws her head back, leaning it against Caden’s shoulder with a moan, he sneaks his hand down her unbuttoned jeans. She jerks, her moan louder, and rocks into him.

I have an urge to see them like this in a nightclub. Somewhere dark and sensuous, with strobing lights, air soaked with sweat, perfume, arousal. Him getting her off on the dancefloor.

Shit.

“Damn, you’re so hot,” I say when Jack groans, gripping his hard cock harder through his jeans. “Daddy Santa, I want you to get our angel off. But I want you both to keep dancing. You can’t stop and you can’t take off anything else until she comes.”

“Don’t worry, little bird,” Caden rasps in her ear, his hand burrowing deeper in her pants. “Daddy’s got you. I’ve got plenty of orgasms for my good girl.”

She cries out, shaking, and I tear my hand off my cock, clenching my teeth. Fuck, I can’t touch myself or I’ll come. They look so good together.

They rock slowly, clinging to each other, Caden’s mouth pressing kisses to Harlow’s temple and cheek. One hand moves expertly between her legs, the other sliding under her bra to pinch her nipple.

I settle back and watch.