Super Secret Santa

Chapter 7BeccaI couldn’t believe how good Neil made my body feel. I felt like I had been in hibernation for years, and now every nerve ending was alive and on fire.

I started thinking about how incredible it would be to feel this way always. I couldn’t have been more wrong about Neil if I had tried—he wasn’t a douche but was a perfect gentleman, who also happened to have a huge cock and be fantastic in bed. The perfect combination.

Too bad I’d had to wait so many years to find this out. Damn Cindy for being such a bitch back in high school and ruining my chance with him then. But at least I still had this second chance now, and just in time for Christmas, no less.

Once we were done having our hot sex session, I had dozed off, with Neil’s arm wrapped around me. His dick was so perfect and big, and when it was inside me, it felt like it was made for me. Of course, it hurt some at first, but once he was completely inside me, I never wanted him to stop.

I hadn’t planned to take a nap but after the rum and the day’s festivities, I was worn out. I woke up with a start and went to the bathroom to shower. Neil was sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to wake him up.

I thought of the line from the famous Christmas poem, “visions of sugar plums dancing in his head,” and giggled to myself, not wanting to disturb any of his hopefully festive dreams.

When I came out of the shower, I heard my cell phone ringing, and someone was downstairs ringing the doorbell and pounding on the door. I realized it was dark out now.

I looked over at the bed to see Mark waking up. Then I looked out the window to see Donna’s car in the driveway.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I tied up my robe, telling Mark to stay in the room as I flew down the stairs. Donna was at the door, and pushed past me, asking why it took me so long to come down.

“I’ve been out there freezing with your son.”

“Donna, Mark is back in the car. I can see him. Please settle down. I fell asleep. And you’re here earlier than we had discussed.”

“Fell asleep?”

“Yes, I had a long night and an early morning. I had some eggnog and I got sleepy.”

Of course, Neil chose right then to come down, groggy, and still buttoning his jeans.

“You damn slut,” Donna said, meaner than I had ever heard her tone of voice sound. “I knew it. Mark wouldn’t stop talking about Mommy’s new football playing boyfriend, so I did some Googling and found out what a man whore he is. So I came back early to check up on you and sure enough, I see that my suspicion was right! You’re bringing random men home in front of your young son. That is not a good influence and his father would not like it one bit. You are disgracing his memory.”

I had to restrain myself from telling her that her son was no angel himself. I had found some questionable letters and pictures from various random women among his stuff after he’d passed away, and it had cemented my feeling that it was never just me and him; there was always someone else in our relationship, only I had never known about them, other than having a gut feeling.

I knew this was no time to trash her son’s memory, though. It was Christmas day and even though shew as being cruel to me, I didn’t want to sink to her level. I was just hurt that she was acting this way towards me.

“First of all, Mark wasn’t here, and second, Neil isn’t a random man. I have known him since high school. I haven’t even gone on a date with anyone since James until just now – today – so, how dare you!” I yelled.

Then I looked out to Donna’s car, which was still running in the driveway, where Mark was sitting.

“Get in here, kiddo.”

I felt bad that his Christmas was being ruined with this drama. I just wanted Donna to go away and leave us alone.

Mark exited the car, looking confused and upset, but walked past me and into the house with a couple of bags filled with what I imagined were presents he had gotten.

“Don’t mention my James,” Donna spat at me.

“Donna. Get the fuck out of my driveway before I really lose it. This is my house. It is Christmas. And you don’t dictate how I live my life.”

“Fine, but you’re going to be sorry you went behind my back like this!” she shouted back at me.

That really stung. She seemed to think she got a say in how I lived the rest of my life, just because I had been married to her son.