Hot Christmas Nights (18 page)

Chapter 7

S
now was coming down fast and furious, creating a blizzard effect, blanketing the city and surrounding areas with mounds and mounds of fluffy snow for a white Christmas. Pepper and Michael had rented a vintage railcar to transport their guests to their home in Bridgehampton—one of the quaint towns outside of New York City located on Long Island—where they were celebrating the holiday together before their wedding. Though a replica of an antique train, the railcar was modernized for convenience; nonetheless, it was complete with wood paneling, lace curtains and quaint private quarters.

The wedding party was in the dining car being served a hearty breakfast of blueberry pancakes, uncured bacon, applewood-smoked chicken sausage, fresh-squeezed orange juice and gourmet coffee.

Landis was seated next to Brooklyn at a small, white-linen-covered table, enjoying the meal as well as her company. He couldn’t believe how well they gelled. Being with Brooklyn was effortless, unlike his past relationship with a young woman with whom he argued all the time. Although Landis was a tiger at work who rarely took no for an answer, in his personal life he was just the opposite—kind and gentle. Landis had grown up watching his father dote on his mother. His parents had a loving relationship and never argued in front of their two children. Landis had adapted his father’s gentlemanly ways and as a result was nonconfrontational and didn’t like being at odds with his partner. Though his ex-girlfriend was beautiful on the outside, she was mean-spirited. After two months of walking around on eggshells, he couldn’t take her outbursts anymore and called it quits. Landis glanced over at Brooklyn and couldn’t help but smile. She was the complete package— beautiful, easygoing and smart.

Maybe now is a good time to bring up my conversation with her manager, before we arrive in the Hamptons and get wrapped up in Christmas and the wedding,
Landis thought. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.

“Why aren’t we moving?” Brooklyn asked, looking out the window.

The train had slowed to a complete stop.

Landis peered past her for a look. The snow was now coming down so hard that all he could see outside was a white blur.

“Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,” the train attendant said, coming into the car. “The conductor has stopped the train due to the weather. This unexpected snowstorm has caused a complete whiteout, and visibility is zero. For safety’s sake, we’ll be sitting idle until the snow lets up. I’ll keep you posted. And thanks for your patience.”

“Oh, bummer! I wanted to have Christmas dinner before sundown,” Pepper said.

“I know you did, but better safe than sorry, honey,” Michael said, putting his arm around her shoulder.

The rest of the wedding party grumbled slightly and then settled back for what was sure to be a long wait.

“How about mimosas for everyone?” Michael asked. He then ordered champagne for the group.

“I should have brought a book with me,” Brooklyn commented.

“Why is that?” Landis asked.

“To occupy my time. I get antsy if I’m sitting too long.”

He leaned across the table and whispered. “I can think of a few things to keep you busy.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

Landis looked over his shoulder before continuing, and lowered his voice even more. “Like a repeat of the other night, minus the tinsel.”

“Sounds interesting…but where? We are on a train.”

“I noticed a few empty private staterooms in the next car. Are you game?” he asked with a wicked grin on his face.

“I sure am. Why don’t you leave first and I’ll follow in a few minutes. That way we won’t look obvious,” Brooklyn suggested.

“Okay.” Landis took a white linen napkin off the table. “I’ll put this in the doorway so you’ll know which room I’m in.”

He causally stood up and walked out of the dining car. Excitement gripped Landis as he waited for Brooklyn. His appetite for her was insatiable, and he wanted her more with each passing second. He still couldn’t believe that Brooke Lynn from school was now Brooklyn the international singing sensation. However, his desire for her had nothing to do with the fact that she was now a celebrity. Their chemistry was magnetic, and he would have been attracted to Brooklyn no matter what she did for a living. Landis hadn’t felt this way about a woman in years, and the experience was refreshing.

“What took you so long?” Landis asked, pulling her into the room and closing the door once she arrived.

“It hasn’t even been five minutes.”

“Even a minute away from you is too long.” He took her face in both of his hands and kissed her soft lips. Landis then wrapped his arms around Brooklyn’s waist, bringing her closer until their groins met. He began grinding into her, pressing his manhood firmly against her pelvic region.

“You are a naughty boy, Mr. Keates.” She giggled.

He kissed the side of her neck. “I just can’t help myself around you.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this with everyone in the next car,” Brooklyn said, stepping back a bit.

Landis stepped forward, closing the space between them. “Don’t be silly. We’re old pros at making love with people in the next room. I can be quiet, if you can.”

“I can be as quiet as a church mouse moonwalking on cotton.”

They both laughed.

“And you have a sense of humor. I love it! You can sing, tell jokes. What else can you do?”

“Let me show you.” Brooklyn unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor. She rubbed her index finger around the waistband of his black boxer briefs before slipping her hand into his underwear. She fondled his package until she felt him firm to her touch. “Somebody’s getting excited.”

“We sure are. Don’t stop! That feels good.”

Brooklyn increased the pace, kneading him until he had a full-blown erection. She then knelt down and put the tip of his penis in her mouth. She kissed the head several times, then licked the side of his shaft like a luscious lollipop before taking the full length of him in her mouth. She sucked and sucked, applying pleasurable pressure to his manhood.

Landis put his hands on the top of her crown of auburn tresses to steady himself. “Damn, girl, where did you learn those skills?”

Brooklyn didn’t respond; she just kept sucking and licking and sucking some more. Her head was now bobbing back and forth like it was on an automatic spring.

“You…you’re…going to make me come,” Landis said in between breaths. He was on the verge of coming and could feel his soldiers marching to the finish line. He quickly extracted his member from her mouth and relieved himself onto the floor.

Brooklyn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up.

“Wow! You are something else, Brooklyn.”

“I aim to please.”

“And you certainly did. I’ll be right back.”

Landis headed to the small adjoining bathroom. He returned a few moments later carrying a warm towel. He gently wiped the edges of her mouth and then leaned down and cleaned up the evidence of their naughtiness.

“Now let me return the favor,” he said, pulling her toward him.

Brooklyn kissed him on the lips. “I’ll wait until we get to Bridgehampton. I want to think about you going down on me. The anticipation of your tongue on me will be enough to keep me wet until we get to our destination.”

“Oh, you’re such a tease.”

Brooklyn smoothed her hair, winked at him, opened the door and slipped out.

Landis leaned against the back of the door and exhaled hard. “Damn, what a woman!”

Chapter 8

P
epper and Michael’s country house in Bridgehampton was aglow. White Christmas lights framed the outside of the two-story home as well as the surrounding trees. The lights twinkled in the darkness, making the home look like a vision out of a storybook. The group had finally arrived well after the designated time. Brooklyn peered out of the limousine window and marveled at the illuminated miniature manger, replete with three wise men, on the snow-covered lawn.

The caravan of three black limos parked in the circular driveway discharged the weary guests.

“Come on in, everyone, and welcome to our home away from home,” Pepper announced.

“I thought your penthouse was decorated to the hilt, but this is spectacular,” Brooklyn commented, walking from the marble foyer into the grand living room. A ten-foot-tall pine tree was adorned with gold metallic bows, silver ornaments and ribbons of lights. Brooklyn inhaled, taking in the smell of fresh pine. “Hmm, and it smells good, too. This is my first time seeing your Hamptons house in the winter. It’s spectacular!”

“Thanks. But I didn’t have time to do these decorations. I hired a crew to get the house ready for Christmas.”

“They did an awesome job,” Landis commented.

“Now, come on, everyone. Let me show you to your rooms. After you settle in, come back downstairs in an hour for dinner. I had the chef prepare a special meal for tonight.”

Brooklyn was so thankful to have been included in Pepper and Michael’s holiday plans. She hadn’t had a real Christmas in years. She was usually on tour and had spent many a Christmas evening in a hotel suite ordering room service. Now, not only was she with her best friend during this special time of the year, she had also found that special man to spend the holiday with. Brooklyn couldn’t have been happier. She bounced up the stairs and followed Pepper as she showed everyone their sleeping quarters.

Landis and Brooklyn were the last two left. Pepper turned to them and asked, “So, do you two want to share a room?”

Brooklyn wanted to shout
Yes,
but she held back to hear Landis’s response.

“I would love nothing more—that is—” Landis reached for Brooklyn and hugged her against his side “—if it’s all right with you.”

Brooklyn blushed. She could feel her cheeks becoming rosy as she stood there in his embrace. “Sure, we can share a room,” she answered casually.

Pepper opened the door, walked inside and flicked on the lights. The room was huge, with a king-size sleigh bed and antique furnishings. “Nice digs,” Landis commented and put their bags down.

“Thanks. I bought most of these pieces in Europe and had them shipped over. That settee over there,” Pepper said, pointing to a cream-colored silk damask minisofa, “is from the late eighteen hundreds.”

“It’s gorgeous,” Brooklyn replied.

“Okay, you guys settle in and I’ll see you in an hour,” Pepper said, leaving and closing the door behind her.

“First things first. You need to take off that coat,” Landis said, coming up behind Brooklyn and helping her out of her luxurious sable fur. He tossed the coat onto a nearby chair. “That’s better, but you still have on too many clothes.”

“Oh, I do, do I?”

“Yep,” he said, taking off his peacoat and tossing it on the same chair.

“Well, it is winter, and turtlenecks and cashmere slacks are appropriate attire for this weather.”

“Now that we’re inside, I can think of a better outfit.”

Brooklyn looked at Landis with dreamy eyes, batted her lashes and asked, “Oh, yeah, and what is that?”

“A thong and low-cut lacy bra.”

“That’s not an outfit.”

“Let me be the judge of that. Now take off your clothes.”

Brooklyn was always comfortable in her skin, even when she was overweight. She may have been shy around Landis in the past, but that unsure teen was long gone. She removed her boots, unfastened her belt, unzipped her gray cashmere slacks and stepped out of them. She then pulled the black turtleneck over her head. Now wearing only her underwear—a black thong and matching bra—she put her hand on her hip and struck a pose. “You like?”

Landis quickly made his way toward her. “I do. You look like a Victoria’s Secret model. You’re breathtaking.” He reached out and touched her stomach, running his hand up and down her midsection. “And your skin is so soft and smooth.”

The feel of his strong masculine hand on her skin sent goose bumps up her arms. Landis was turning her on with just a simple touch.
What is this man doing to me?
Brooklyn was falling hard and fast. A part of her was saying,
Hold back and tread lightly.
And yet another part was saying,
Go for it, he’s a good man
. Brooklyn went with the latter thought, drowning out the doubt.

“So…have you been thinking about me putting my tongue on you?” he asked.

“I sure have.”

“Is the thought making you wet?”

“It sure is, but now that we’re here, I shouldn’t have to fantasize about you any longer.”

“And why is that?” he asked, roaming his fingers down her stomach and into her sexy underwear.

“You’re supposed to make my fantasy a reality.”

Landis didn’t say another word. He took Brooklyn by the hand, led her over to the bed and sat down. He spread his long legs, took her by the hips and brought her close. He peeled her thong off, exposing her lady parts. Landis stared at her, intently admiring her body. “You’re beautiful here.”

“Thank you. Do I look good enough to eat?”

He licked his full lips. “You sure do.”

Landis reached around, took her by the ass and pulled her closer. He then stroked the perimeter of her clit with his firm tongue.

Brooklyn spread her legs farther apart, allowing him better access, and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

Landis licked and licked until he uncovered her tiny piece of pleasure-pleasing flesh. He took her clit in his mouth, sucking it softly at first and then increasing the pace.

“Mmm,” she moaned and then shifted her hips slightly to the right so that he could hit her spot better.

Landis kept up his rapid pace, licking and sucking, with his saliva dripping from his chin.

“Oh, that’s it!”

Landis slipped his middle finger into her vagina and pumped it up and down as he continued with his oral fixation.

“I’m…I’m…coming!”

Brooklyn exploded, and her knees buckled as she came.

“Are you okay?” Landis asked, steadying her.

“I’m perfect! And so are you. That was amazing.”

“Better than the fantasy?”

“Much, much better. We’d better get ready for dinner. I’m going to hop in the shower.” She crossed the room, picked up her tote bag and made her way into the adjoining bathroom.

While Brooklyn stood underneath the pulsating water, she replayed their day of oral pleasures. She had given him an expert blow job, and he had returned the favor in spades. A broad smile spread across her face. Landis was turning out to be better than she could have ever imagined. It had taken years to finally connect with him, but the wait had been worth the lost time. Brooklyn thought that being with Landis now as opposed to when they were in college had worked out for the best. In college, she had been a shy coed who wasn’t in touch with her sexuality. Fast-forward twelve years and she had not only settled into her womanhood, but wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted.

After lathering up and showering, Brooklyn stepped out of the marble shower and toweled off. She dressed in a simple black Michael Kors dress with a deep neckline that accentuated her cleavage, a strand of pearls and a pair of black patent leather pointed-toe pumps. Brooklyn spritzed her neck and wrists with perfume and made her exit.

“Wow.” Landis whistled. “You look like a superstar.”

“That’s because I am.” Brooklyn giggled. “I’m just kidding. Thanks for the compliment.”

She glanced over at the bed. Sitting in the middle of the crimson silk duvet was a box, beautifully wrapped in teal foil paper with a perfectly tied silver bow. “What’s that?”

Landis picked the box off of the bed and handed it to Brooklyn. “Merry Christmas.”

A shocked expression registered on her face. She wasn’t expecting a gift from Landis. “You didn’t have to buy me anything.”

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. Open it.”

Brooklyn untied the silver ribbon, tore open the gift wrapping and exclaimed, “Oh, wow! Just what I wanted! When did you have time to buy me a smartphone?”

“I called one of Santa’s helpers and put in an express order.”

“Thank you so much!” Brooklyn hugged Landis around the neck and gave him a tender kiss.

“The phone is just like mine. It has all the bells and whistles.”

“You’ll have to show me how to work it. I kept my last phone way too long because I didn’t want to deal with the learning curve of operating a new device.”

Landis hugged her to him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be your very own personal tutor. I’d better get in the shower so we won’t be late for dinner.”

“Okay.”

Brooklyn watched Landis strut across the room and admired his strong physique. He was so handsome that she felt like following him, stripping off her clothes and sexing him up in the shower. Her sexual appetite for Landis was insatiable. She just couldn’t get enough of him. Not only was he an excellent lover, he was kind and generous. Brooklyn sighed and said in a low tone, “This man is definitely a keeper.”