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  THE KRINGLE GIRLS

  By Lily Rede

  THE KRINGLE GIRLS

  Copyright 2012 by Lily Rede

  All Rights Reserved

  First Kindle Edition, December 2012

  WARNING: This work contains explicit depictions of couples engaged in consensual sex and sexual situations. If you’re under 18, read something else!

  ADDITIONAL WORKS AVAILABLE AS SINGLE TITLES

  Hot for Joe

  Build Me Up

  The Kringle Girls – Holly

  The Kringle Girls – Ivy

  The Kringle Girls – Noelle

  My Fair Hex

  Passion & Pumpkins

  Pour On the Heat

  Safe From the Dark

  ANTHOLOGIES

  Hot & Sweet – Beginnings

  Email Lily at [email protected]

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  http://lilycrede.wordpress.com

  Contents

  HOLLY

  IVY

  NOELLE

  MERRY

  THE KRINGLE GIRLS

  HOLLY

  AT LEAST I’M WEARING tights, thought Holly Kringle as she tugged down the too-short skirt of her elf dress for the thousandth time that night, mentally cursing her friend Louisa, who had thought that the costumes were a cute idea.

  “It’s truth in advertising, right?” she had giggled that afternoon, handing over the green velvet mini-dress and hat.

  Unfortunately, while Louisa was a tiny bright-eyed blonde who could probably pass for one of Santa’s elves if she were a little less well-endowed, Holly was human-sized. The costume was apparently not. Louisa loved being BFFs with one of Santa’s daughters – Holly’s identity was the town’s worst-kept secret. People took one look at Holly with her plain brown hair, smattering of freckles over her nose, and goody two-shoes vibe, and either believed immediately, or dismissed the idea as crazy urban legend.

  Holly tried not to make a big deal out it. Growing up as a daughter of Santa Claus wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. It was like living in the shadow of a jolly, round rock star. While her three sisters were firmly involved in the family business, Holly had rebelled as emphatically as she could. She didn’t want to live at the North Pole or act as a liaison to the rapidly-changing outside world. She wanted to teach second-graders and have a normal life and not think about Christmas every moment of every day.

  She loved Christmas. She really did. And it’s not as though she had abandoned the family completely – she still had her magic, she still popped up to have dinner with the family and the elves on Christmas night every year, she still talked to her mom all the time – even more so now that Mom had figured out how to make a video call. Lately, however, Mrs. Claus had been needling her about her single status.

  “Can’t you meet someone nice, Holly? Kringles live a long time. If you lived up here, I wouldn’t worry, but down there – you really want to spend all those decades alone?”

  Holly shuddered at the idea of trying to explain to a mortal man that marrying into the family meant not only constant threat of the Naughty List, unexpected magical chaos, and Santa as a father-in-law, but also a kind of enhanced lifespan. Really enhanced. Holly wasn’t a workaholic like Ivy, or competitive like Noelle, or timid like Merry, the youngest Kringle sister. Holly was just…normal. And she wanted a normal life, with a normal job. And maybe someday her mother would wear her down, but she didn’t seem to understand that it wasn’t as simple as just picking someone out.

  Besides, it’s not like Holly hadn’t thought about it. She was a red-blooded, big-hearted, sexually mature woman with needs. But she wasn’t going to go for the first guy that came along. She had criteria – just a few trifling little preferred traits.

  Okay, it’s a list. So what? Kringles like lists.

  Someone good with surprises. Someone intelligent and kind, who liked kids. And what girl wouldn’t want a strong, sexy man with great hands, a fantastic body, and maybe a pair of hot green eyes who knew just how to touch her to make her scream in pleasure? Of course, very few men could live up to this completely reasonable set of criteria, so Holly didn’t date much.

  The pickings are slim, she thought.

  Not that she was looking.

  David Brewster’s handsome face drifted into her mind and Holly ruthlessly banished it. Off limits. Besides, she had more important things to worry about right now.

  Such as all the parents wondering why their kids are being taught by a woman who moonlights as a naughty elf stripper over the Christmas holidays.

  Holly winced.

  It was too late to change – the Christmas Eve holiday party at the community center was about to start, a chance for various schools and neighborhood groups to mingle and celebrate together, and raise a little money for charity. Her own second-grade class had just finished their play about the pine tree lost in the candy cane forest. They had done well, and the applause had their little faces glowing with pleased smiles. Holly snuck away during the second half to finish preparations for the reception – there were Chanukah and Christmas wall decorations to straighten and cookies to set out.

  She tugged on her skirt again and picked up a stapler. In fifteen minutes, the room would be crowded with kids and parents from three different schools, and Holly would have to nod and smile and pretend that her stupid elf costume wasn’t cutting off her circulation or risking indecent exposure with every breath.

  Holly sighed and started up the ladder.

  DAVID BREWSTER NEARLY GROANED.

  Pull it together, Brewster, he insisted to himself, Not the time or the place.

  He silently ordered his cock to stand down, but realized that it was probably a wasted effort. Not when Holly Kringle was standing on a ladder, her luscious curves wrapped in short, tight green velvet, looking like a fucking fantasy come to life. She stretched to staple a loose piece of garland back up to the wall and David’s mouth went dry as the move hiked up her skirt another inch.

  She was alone in the room, and David was grateful. The thought of another man admiring her ass in that soft, touchable fabric at eye-level rankled. Holding his jacket in front to hide his unruly erection, he stepped inside, a thrill running through him at the thought of stealing a few moments alone with his young son’s mind-blowingly hot teacher.

  He’d gotten stuck at the hospital all afternoon, but managed to tear himself away just in time to catch Henry’s performance. All their practice had paid off, and David was sure that Henry was the best candy cane in the class. After the stress of the last year, David was pleased to see his son’s face shining with pleasure, as excited and happy as any other seven-year-old at Christmas time.

  It was all Holly.

  After his ex-wife had left them last winter to marry a Wall Street jerkoff across the country, David had done his best to pick up the pieces, and bless her, Holly had stepped in to help out. She was always there to patch up Henry’s scrapes, to offer encouragement, and to ease his worries when David’s shifts at the hospital kept him working late. When David had expressed his amazement at Holly’s giving nature to Louisa Klein, she had just laughed.

  “She’s a Kringle girl. What else would you expect from one of Santa’s daughters?”

  David had just shaken his head – small towns came up with some pretty odd urban legends, but Holly as the daughter of a nonexistent being was a really weird one. Sure, her name was Holly Kringle, but come on. Not that he wouldn’t be willing to believe it if there really were such a thing as Santa Claus. Her heart was as big as the moon, kids and adults all adored her, and the way her nose crinkled under sparkling brown eyes when she smiled always tugged at his heart.

  And her warm cinna
mon smell made him want to sink to his knees and beg for a taste, preferably a long lick between those shapely thighs, until she came against his mouth.

  God, it’s been a long time since I last had sex.

  It’s a good thing Holly wasn’t Santa’s daughter, because by now David’s thoughts would probably have bypassed the Naughty List and sent him straight to Hell. There was definitely something wrong with spending half his time coming up with various ways to strip sweet Holly Kringle naked and wrap her around his cock.

  Maybe he should start by asking her out. He was ready to start dating again. Maybe.

  David stepped closer, taking one more moment to admire the heart-shaped ass that was perfectly lined up for him. All he’d have to do is lean forward to nip one luscious curve with his teeth.

  He cleared his throat.

  “Hi Holly,” he ventured.

  She shrieked, and the stapler fell to the ground as Holly whirled around and lost her balance on the ladder. David lunged forward, his hands finding her waist as hers gripped his shoulders, putting him at eye level with those gorgeous tits. A little more than a handful, with sweet cleavage he wanted to run his tongue along. David stifled a moan at the faint indentation of hard little nipples against the fabric of her costume. He prayed she wouldn’t look down – he’d lost his jacket when he dove to save her.

  “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized, but didn’t let go of her waist as he settled her back onto the rung. She felt fantastic under his hands, and he didn’t even feel bad that he was planning to prolong the contact for as long as possible.

  Hey Holly, how about a date with an overworked single father with a list of mildly kinky sexual fantasies that he’d really like to try out on you?

  Maybe after Christmas.

  HE’S STARING AT MY breasts.

  Holly couldn’t breathe, waiting for the mortification to hit her. She knew her costume was going to get her into trouble at some point, and wondered if she could fashion a sweater out of something in the arts and crafts closet. Felt and glue, perhaps? However, David’s gaze on her breasts didn’t feel like disapproval. It felt…hot. Like his hands on her waist. Like the sculpted muscles of his shoulders under her fingers. He looked up and smiled, and Holly swallowed, her throat tight. She had to do something quickly, before she did something really stupid.

  Like kiss him. Shit.

  Holly had a feeling that getting involved with the parent of one of her students was a bad idea, no matter how yummy the doctor with the brown-gold hair and emerald eyes was. Besides, David and Henry Brewster had had a tough year. David didn’t need the additional Kringle drama that having her in his life would bring. Again, off limits, Kringle. From this close, she could see that David’s eyes were flecked with gold, and he smelled divine, like spice and cold winter nights. He was holding her as though he was thinking about pressing her back into the ladder and doing something really naughty to her. Holly clenched her thighs against the sudden surge of arousal and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

  “Dr. Brewster, I’m so glad you made it! Henry was worried.”

  Wrenching herself away from the heat of his body, Holly shakily climbed down the ladder and tried to ignore the fact that he towered over her, making her feel dainty and feminine and incredibly aware of the skirt riding up her thighs and the top inching down her chest. She gave the neckline a surreptitious yank and was surprised to see a flicker of heat in his eyes. Holly made a strategic retreat to the cookie table, needing to put some distance between them.

  “I walked in just as you were starting. You did a great job, Holly…and please, call me David.”

  “Sorry, old habit.” Holly waved a dismissive hand and focused on unwrapping plates of cookies.

  “I would have been here earlier, but the hospital is crazy this time of year.”

  He moved to help her with the cookies, and she tried not to jump when their fingers brushed.

  “Do you and Henry have Christmas plans?”

  “Not really. His grandparents are on a cruise in the South Pacific, and I decided that it would be too confusing for him to spend time with Linda’s parents this year. We’ll visit at some point. So it’s just the two of us.”

  “He’ll like that. He loves spending time with you.”

  “I hope so.” David looked anxious, “It’s been almost a year, and I still have no idea what I’m doing.”

  “You’re doing the best you can to be Henry’s father, which is all anyone can ask.” Holly smiled at him.

  “So, tonight I’m going to go home and try to put together a bike after he goes to bed. It’s not the video game he begged me for, but they’re sold out across the state. Believe me, I checked.”

  “He’ll love it.”

  They worked in silence for a moment, and Holly tried not to steal little glances at him and wonder if dipping her tongue into the little hollow of his throat would be as satisfying as she thought it might be.

  “What about you?”

  “Sorry, what?”

  “Christmas plans? Because if you’re free, you’re welcome to join us. I’m having dinner delivered, so you don’t have to worry about me poisoning you.”

  Holly laughed, a little breathless.

  “Actually, I have to go home. Big family dinner and all that.”

  “Aunts, uncles, and cousins?”

  “My parents, my sisters, and…well, the holidays are big in my family, so we like to invite all of my dad’s coworkers to the party. They’re like extended family. It’s fun.”

  David nodded, resigned, while Holly basked in the glow of the invitation for a moment before kicking herself back to reality. He only asked because of Henry.

  “But thank you,” she murmured, “I really appreciate it.”

  He returned her smile, and her mouth went dry.

  Maybe not just because of Henry. But it was dangerous to start thinking like that.

  “Are you traveling by plane or reindeer?”

  Holly tensed.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Sorry, that was lame. There’s this crazy rumor – I’m sure you’ve heard it – that you’re Santa’s daughter,” David laughed, and Holly forced a weak chuckle.

  “Snow globe, actually. Very high tech.”

  “Maybe when you get back we could, I don’t know, get a cup of coffee or something?”

  Holly suddenly lost the ability to string words together. He’s asking me out?!? She meant to shake her head, but instead found herself nodding, speechless, as her stomach erupted in a horde of stampeding butterflies at the thought of actually taking him up on his offer.

  David’s fingers came up to tug the fluffy pompom at the end of her hat, and almost involuntarily moved to trace the curve of her jaw. His fingers were warm and firm.

  In fact, any offer he wanted to make would be fine with me.

  “I like the costume,” he said, his voice lowering.

  And then David was in her space, one arm carefully coming around her waist, as though he were afraid she’d bolt. He shouldn’t have worried. Holly’s feet seemed to be cemented to the floor. However, she was in danger of melting into a puddle on the floor as he pulled her against him.

  Oh God. Even with their clothes between them, Holly could feel the muscled heat of his body, the strength in his arms and thighs, and his cock – thick and long and most definitely hard, pressing into her stomach like a hot brand, making the damp folds between her thighs even slicker with her own juices.

  I should have brought extra panties, she mused, but the thought went away as David lowered his head to brush her lips with his own, tentatively at first, and then sinking in for a deeper kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth for a spine-tingling, luxurious taste that had her reeling. Any thought of putting a stop to it before it started vanished, and Holly’s arms were suddenly around his neck, her tongue dueling with his as his hands learned the shape of her body beneath the green velvet, cupping the curves of her ass to pull her even closer.

&n
bsp; It was the most erotic moment of her life thus far. Guys usually took one look at her, heard “schoolteacher” and “Santa,” and fell over themselves being polite. Not David. Not only did he not seem to believe in Santa Claus, but he was obviously harboring a few “hot for teacher” fantasies from the way he kissed her as though he couldn’t get enough.

  In the blink of an eye, Holly went from being self-conscious about the length of her skirt to being annoyed with herself for wearing too many clothes. She wanted to feel his hands on her naked skin, cupping her breasts, trailing down the length of her spine, stroking the aching flesh between the her thighs. And she wanted to touch him. Oh yes. She wanted to unwrap him like her own personal Christmas present and touch and taste every inch.

  That’s not too much to ask, is it?

  One of his hands came up to cup her breast and she moaned into his mouth.

  “Miss Holly?”

  OH MY GOD, WHAT am I doing? David wrenched away from Holly as a short, candy cane-clad figure waddled into the room. He quickly scooped up his jacket to hide the straining zipper of his pants.

  Holy fuck.

  He’d only meant to kiss her lightly, a gentle brush of lips to see if she felt even one iota of the heat he felt for her.

  KABOOM.

  Instant combustion.

  Two more minutes and David would have propelled Holly into the arts and crafts closet, yanked up her skimpy elf skirt, and introduced his cock to the soft paradise between her legs. He would have only paused to drop to his knees to sample the cinnamon and sugar of her arousal – not a perfume, as he had thought, but her own natural scent, intensified by her desire.

  How can a woman smell like that?

  The puzzle drifted through his mind, but David paid it little heed, still reeling from the scent and taste of cinnamon.

  Not the time or the place, he reminded himself again as a totally spooked Holly put herself to rights.