Bikers and Tinsel
“Take it away, ladies!” Spike yells, standing.
“That’s the jingle bell,” we all sing at the top of our lungs. “That’s the jingle bell, that’s the jingle bell rooooock!”
The guys all get to their feet and clap loudly, laughing and cheering for us. We all take a bow, and it’s only then I realize how much my heart is pounding. That was fun. Probably the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’d forgotten what it felt like to laugh so much.
“Our turn,” Addison cries, running over to Cade and leaping into his arms.
He groans loudly.
“Be nice, ladies.” Jackson grins, winking at Serenity.
“Ladies!” Addison cries. “Huddle up, we’ve got to make this brilliant.”
We all rush towards her, and she hustles us over to the corner.
“We have to make them put on a show,” Ciara says.
“Oh, most certainly,” I add, grinning.
“A sexy show. They have to sing.” Serenity giggles.
“They won’t sing,” Addison says, “But we can make them do something good.”
“But what?” I whisper. “I want to see them suffer a little.”
“I have these cute as shit Christmas hats in my suitcase,” Addison giggles. “They have to wear them.”
“While doing what?”
“They have to sing!” Ciara says. “No options.”
“I know.” I grin. “‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,’ with no shirts, a Santa hat, and we want action.”
Addison snorts, and then bursts out laughing. “That’s gold, J!”
“So we’re doing it?” Ciara laughs.
“We’re doing it.” Serenity claps.
We all spin, and the guys look at us wearily. Addison rushes off to her cabin to get the hats, and we wait, grinning at the guys, leaving them hanging until she gets back. She steps in front of them, and holds up the hats.
“Shirts off boys, hats on, and you’re going to sing ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’ to us, and you’re going to move and dance.”
“Fuck no.” Spike grunts. “Hell fucking no.”
“That’s okay then.” Addison grins. “You have to accept that you couldn’t beat a bunch of girls.”
“Fuck that,” Muff says, gripping his shirt and lifting it over his head. We all take a moment to admire that beautiful body. He snatches the hat from Addison’s hand and puts it on. “We’re not losing to a bunch of girls!”
“I agree,” Cade says, also removing his shirt.
Shit, is it getting hotter in here?
Spike is still brooding by the time Jackson removes his shirt. He realizes he’s not getting out of it, so he does the same. When they’re all standing in front of us, wearing only jeans and Santa hats, it’s hard not to clench in all the right places. Goddamn, they’re fine—each and every one of them. Ripped bodies, gorgeous faces, and nice asses. It’s like a woman’s dream come true, all topped with Santa hats.
“Get singing, ladies,” Addison teases.
They all glare at her.
“Come on boys.” I chuckle. “Show us up.”
It’s hard to smother our giggles when in gruff voices, they begin mumbling, “Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. Has a very shiny nose...”
“Aw, come on boys,” Serenity yells. “Give us some wiggling!”
Muff gets into it first. He leaps forward, stopping in front of me. He whips his hat off, and puts it on my head, singing the song in a husky, deep voice. His cock is right near my face, and I feel my cheeks heat. The girls whistle, and clap their hands.
That’s when the other guys join in. Spike wiggles towards Ciara, and her cheeks flush bright red as he tucks his hat into his pants. “Fetch it, Tomcat,” he growls.
Oh, my.
Cade drops to his knees in front of Addi, and he tucks his hat into her top. Then he leans down and bites it with his teeth, pulling it back out. Addison squeals and cheers.
Jackson is last, but certainly not least. He strolls towards Serenity, steps over her, grips her hair and begins wiggling his hips in her face. “Ho, ho, ho, young lady, and what would you like for Christmas?”
We all squeal as the guys continue to dance. Muff grinds his hips, and I watch in complete awe as his abs rip and pull when he moves. I lean forward, running my lips across his smooth, velvety skin. He growls and grips my hair, tugging my head back. “This is my dance baby!”
I giggle, and peer up into his blue eyes. “It takes two to tango, don’t you know?”
He grins. “I know, Jaybird. I know.”
I’ll just bet he does.
Chapter 3
Jingle Bells!
Muff
Jaybird disappears after our little challenges, when everyone falls into their own patterns and the guys take the time to enjoy their other halves. I find her out in the spa, eyes closed, breasts jutting out of the water, relaxing. I can’t help myself; I remove my shirt and jeans, and I climb in. When she hears the water swishing, her eyes pop open. She smiles the moment she lays them on me, and I return it with a grin. I slide over to her until my body is on top of hers, and my hands are either side of her head on the spa.
“Hey there, little lady.”
She giggles. “Hey yourself, handsome.”
“What’re you doin’ hiding out here all on your own?”
She shrugs. “I was just enjoying the free time.”