Page 52 of Hale Yes (Highway to Hale #1)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

A very anal Christmas

Nicolette

When Helix found out my family was going out of town for the holidays, he invited me to celebrate with the Hales. Actually, it was less inviting and more insisting. I believe his exact words were, “You’re fucking coming if I have to hog tie you and drag you there.”

I was a little apprehensive about what exactly hog tying entailed, so I said I’d go.

Thanksgiving was great. The entire family gathered at Helix’s house, including his mother, father, and stepmom. Rebecca and Ophelia avoided each other like the plague, and it was all very civilized.

Christmas Eve was last night, and we went to Haywood and Rebecca’s mansion. Everything in their home looked like it belonged in a museum, but the atmosphere in the family room and kitchen was surprisingly casual with everyone talking and laughing while kids ran around.

Today we’re at Ophelia’s and things are a bit calmer though still festive. It’s only Ophelia’s sons, and of course, Reece and me. Reece looks like a little doll with her red-and-white striped tights and a bright green top with sequin candy canes on the front.

“That outfit is adorable,” I tell Phoenix as we watch his daughter clip a red bow into Remi’s jet-black hair. Phoenix and I are already sporting hairbows because Reece informed us everyone had to match because it’s Christmas. I love that the whole family indulges her sweet ideas.

“I got that at a kids’ boutique in The Galleria.

I was clueless about little girl stuff at first, but my mom helped, and now I know all the hot spots.

” He laughs and runs a hand over the back of his neck.

“I still feel like I’m winging this dad thing on a daily basis.

New things pop up and I wonder what in the hell I’m doing. ”

I bump him with my shoulder. “You’re doing great. Reecie is a great kid.”

His smile is pure proud dad as his eyes stay trained on his daughter, who is now bedecking Helix with a red bow directly on top of his head. He looks ridiculous, but it only makes him hotter. Especially when he catches me looking and mouths, “I love you.”

My heart performs a gymnastics routine in my chest like it does every time he says it. I still can’t believe this incredible man is mine, but every single day he makes me feel like I’m worthy of his love.

“I love you too,” I mouth back, and Phoenix snickers. I bump him hard with my hip. “Shut up, buttface.”

“Buttface? Wow. I feel like you’re my sister already.” He bobs his eyebrows. “You know that’s where this is headed, right?”

“We’ll see,” I say vaguely, though a smile teases my lips. The truth is, last night when we were in bed and I was halfway asleep, I heard Helix whisper a single word against the back of my neck. Wife.

I feel like a glass that’s already full to the brim with happiness, but someone keeps pouring more good stuff into it until I’m overflowing. The only problem is, I can’t help but worry that one day the glass is going to crack and break into pieces.

“That is not a thing,” I say, tilting my head and giving Helix a you’re ridiculous look.

“Christmas anal is totally a thing.”

We’re sitting in Ophelia’s backyard having cocktails after Christmas dinner.

Helix and I are alone right now because Phoenix went inside to say good night to Reece, and Remi is refilling our drinks.

Ophelia has happily taken over Nana duty.

Helix is trying to tell me that having anal sex on Christmas Day is some kind of tradition.

“You just want in my ass again,” I argue, and he shrugs.

“Of course I do. Your tight ass is amazing, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a real thing, kind of like an adjunct holiday.”

“You guys talking about Christmas anal?” Phoenix asks, sitting down in the cushioned rattan chair across from us.

I groan. “Not you too. How did he get you to agree with this insane idea, Phe?”

“I didn’t have to. It’s just a thing. You can ask Remi.”

“Ask Remi what?” the oldest Hale brother asks, arriving with a tray of drinks and passing them out.

“Christmas anal,” Helix says.

Remington grins and holds up his glass in a toast. “Best fucking holiday ever.”

I shake my head, half in amazement and half in amusement at these three unfairly handsome men. Seriously, the genetics fairy must have sprinkled their parents during the act of conception. But the idea of this is ludicrous.

Bringing my glass to my lips, I lap a little salt from the rim and take a drink of my tangy margarita. “What if your partner doesn’t want to?”

“Then you don’t do it, of course,” Remi says adamantly. “There have been years where one of us was unable to fulfill the terms of the Christmas anal festivity.”

I snort at festivity and challenge, “Why have I never heard of this?”

“It’s a family tradition,” Phoenix explains.

“So your mom knows about it? Does she also observe this holiday?”

A collective shudder runs through the brothers. “Hell no, our mom doesn’t know. In fact, she’s only had sex twice in her life as far as we’re concerned,” Helix tells me. “Maybe we should have said it’s more of a brotherly tradition.”

Remington swirls his cocktail in his hand. “It started kind of by coincidence when I was twenty, and I overheard Phe and Helix talking about their, um, dates from the night before. It so happens that I had gotten lucky in the same way, and since then, at least one of us has participated each year.”

Phoenix crosses one ankle over his knee. “I’m abstaining this year. I’m not dating anyone right now.”

Remi frowns into his glass. “Things aren’t looking good for me at this point either, so I guess it’s up to Helix this year.” His eyes shift to my boyfriend who picks up my hand and kisses it.

“It’s up to my girl, of course. If she’s not in the mood, I guess the butt gods will frown upon the Hale brothers this Christmas season.”

“I think you’re all absurd,” I say, taking another swig of my drink. But I’ll be damned if I’m not thinking about taking Helix’s big dick up my back hole now.

“That’s it, baby. You have such a sweet little ass.”

I tilt my head back, letting my hair fall down my back as I ride Helix reverse cowgirl style. And yes, we’re having Christmas anal. Don’t judge… it’s a tradition.

“I love when you fuck my ass,” I groan, sinking down a little more while he wraps my hair around one hand and uses the other to slowly circle my clit.

I’ve never been a fan of butt stuff. My only prior experience was when I was in grad school and dating a guy who loved anal. In fact, it’s the only way he liked having sex, but it wasn’t enjoyable for me because he didn’t even offer a courtesy reach-around. Our relationship didn’t last long at all.

Helix, on the other hand, always makes sure I’m properly prepped and keeps his fingers between my legs until I come at least once. Since he showed me how a real man takes his woman’s back entrance, I freaking love it.

“You are so fucking wet, queenie,” he says, slipping a finger inside my pussy and using my arousal to slick across my sensitive little button.

Using my thigh muscles, I raise and lower myself, loving the fullness this position provides. My hips roll and pick up speed, and when Helix pulls my hair to arch my neck back, my entire body shivers. “I’m so close,” I call out to the ceiling of his bedroom.

“Good girl,” he growls, pushing two fingers into my pussy so I’m completely stuffed with him. “Fuck me until you come on my cock and my fingers like I taught you.”

I lean back with my hands on the mattress beside his body and ride him for all I’m worth.

The orgasm slams hard into me, spots dancing around the edges of my vision.

There’s something about these climaxes that hit me with so much intensity I feel it from my head to my toes and everywhere in between.

“God, that was good,” I pant. “So happy to be part of your family’s tradition.”

He chuckles and pushes me forward until my hands meet the mattress between his knees. Then he takes time to add more lube to his cock before positioning himself behind me and swiping my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss my neck.

“I love you, Nicolette. So goddamn much.”

“I love you so goddamn much too,” I tell him, turning my face so we can kiss. His tongue strokes against mine as he slowly enters me from behind and fucks my ass with long, measured strokes.

His chest is flush with my back, and we’re both sweating from the exertion. Helix kisses across my cheek and to my ear. “Are you ready, baby?”

My body trembles in anticipation. “I’m ready.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Safe word,” I say dutifully, and he kisses my cheek before raising his body and placing his hand on the back of my head.

“Head down, Nic. You know how I like it,” he tells me, and I grin to myself.

“Make me.”

That never fails to bring out the darker side of him. Shoving my head roughly so my cheek rests on the mattress, he slaps my ass. Hard.

“Why do you insist on acting like a fucking brat?” He pushes deep, his hips clapping against my cheeks before withdrawing to the tip. “Why do you like pushing my buttons?” Another deep thrust. And another.

My fingers curl into the sheets, and I arch my back for him, taking each one of his punishing movements as he propels himself into me time and time again. It’s hard, and it’s dirty, and I fucking relish every second of it.

“Because it makes you lose control and fuck me exactly how you need it,” I pant.

His cock is rock hard, filling me up so tightly I can feel every ridge and vein on the slick surface.

My face is turned toward the dresser mirror to the left of us, so I can see the profile of Helix’s perfect, toned body.

Sweat drips off him as he clenches and releases his muscular butt muscles.

The man has got some serious cake back there.

His eyes are downcast, looking at the spot where we’re joined while he pounds into me with furious thrusts. “Your tight little asshole looks so pretty when she stretches for my cock. Use your vibe on your clit, baby. You’re coming with me.”

I’d forgotten he slipped a small finger vibrator on my middle finger earlier, telling me he’d let me know when to use it.

He reaches down and presses a button on the back of it twice before guiding my hand between my legs.

Finding the right spot in about a second, I feel my entire body light up with the buzzing stimulation.

I watch as Helix’s lips part, and I can hear his breaths coming out in pants punctuated by grunts. That’s how I know he’s close. His head tips up to the sky, and he leans back slightly, letting his strong back and narrow hips do all the work as I clench around him.

My body is so attuned to him that his orgasms and mine often blend together. I can feel that happening now. As soon as his thickness begins to throb with his release, I find my own.

And we soar together.

“Do you love me more than my shower?”

This is a silly little game we’ve been playing the past couple of weeks. We ask the other if they love them more than some random thing.

Do you love me or pizza more?

You.

What do you love more? Me or Grey’s Anatomy ?

Always you. Especially since they killed off McSteamy and McDreamy.

Do you love me more than science?

Infinitely more.

But tonight, I decide to tease him a little.

“Well,” I draw out, “you’re pretty great, but you don’t have a skylight with rainwater jets.”

He laughs and holds me closer, burying his face in my neck. “That’s true, but I did pick out this shower.”

I press my slick body against his big one and look up at the skylight in the ceiling of his shower. Small jets line the perimeter, casting soft streams down on us. It’s dark, so I can see the stars twinkling in the night sky, giving the moment an almost dream-like feel.

“Okay then, I love you more than your amazing shower.”

“Good.” He lifts his head, his eyes hazed with satiation and love as they turn serious. “I want all of you, Nicolette.”

My hand rubs the stubble forming on his jaw, and I frown. “You have all of me.”

He lifts my left hand and kisses the spot on my third finger where a very specific ring might sit. My heart forgets how to beat. “What if I want this?”

I stare at him for a long moment, wondering if he’s really talking about what I think he’s talking about.

“Then you can have it.”

Resting my cheek against his chest, I close my eyes as the steam from the hot shower billows around us.

I know in my heart I would give this man anything he asked for… including myself.