Under The Christmas Tree Robyn Carr Novels & Stories

I trust Lando to keep his dad out long enough for me to do everything I need. I quickly dressed in my red tracksuit with a white sparkling Christmas tree on the jacket and plants. I couldn’t resist buying them, especially when I saw that the start on the tree would be perfectly placed over my crotch in the front and my asshole. I couldn’t pass that up. I’m only wearing it while I work on decorating the villa. Have you ever seen the live-action How the Grinch Stole Christmas movie? Remember that scene where Martha May Whovier is doing an over-the-top yet elegant lighting decoration of her house? Yeah, that’s me. Plus, Alexander and some other pack members came out to help.

Then, with the touch of a finger, the large balls of light break into small lights that can go on the trees. “If you need more, just let us know,” Meadow says. “Breakfast is ready!” Reagan says. I watch as everyone moves toward the kitchen, excitedly talking about how they will decorate their trees, stacking their plates high with food. “Are you okay, my love?” Cayd whispers in my ear. “I know it’s not Christmas day. But this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” I say, once again feeling like I’m going to burst into tears.

Blair's POV Never in a million years did I think I would spend my Christmas Eve and my Christmas taking care of someone. I couldn't spend my Christmas with everyone, but today was Boxing Day. Everyone was downstairs opening their gifts, while I on the other hand was praying for Ace to open his eyes. I threw away the water I used in cleaning his body and when I got back to the room, I saw Ace was struggling to open his eyes. I hurriedly ran downstairs and called Noah to my room.

I started to withdraw as soon as I started thinking about it all. It seemed too good to be true. The territory of vampires offered shelter, food, and protection and celebrated Christmas so intensely that many people could feel intimidated by their scale. "What a Christmas tree. Look, Gemma, this star is probably a million meters tall." Trevor admired the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the driveway, decorated with giant blue and silver bows, and a massive gold star was on the top. "I love this place already," Gemma commented happily as she unbuckled herself from the car seat and clung to the window.

A storm behind the smiles. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him. Lena shot across the room like a chaotic missile, skidding into me with a hug that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Jesus Christ, you look like a Disney princess who failed the survival side quest,” she said, tugging my hood down. “Did he cheat with a girl? A guy? A whole choir? Spill.” I choked on a laugh—weak, cracked. “Guy.” She froze. Then whispered, “Oh sweetie… that is spectacularly awful. Well done. You win Christmas.”

The silhouette noticed that the storm clouds were gone. Something fell across Reggie’s vision in gentle, downward swirls. “I can’t believe it,” she said, blinking. Snow. She turned from the window and surveyed the living room. The tree decorated with stars and tinsel. It wasn’t the plastic tree she usually put out every year. It was a Fraser Fir. At its peak, a crooked angel flanked by two plastic Santas, their faces no longer bent inwards. Their eyes were wide though, and donned eternal smiles.

My heart raced, anticipation building within me. “Well then,” I said, meeting Callum’s eyes with a challenging smirk. “Were you going to unwrap your present or not?” His answering grin was wolfish, promising delights to come. “Oh, little one,” he growled. “We were going to take our time savoring every moment.” As Callum’s lips crashed against mine once more, I couldn’t help but think that this might be my favorite Christmas tradition yet. Suddenly, I felt Theo’s presence behind me, his fingers working at the tinsel knot. Relief flooded through me, thinking he was freeing me from my festive bonds. But as the tinsel fell away, Oscar and Noah each grasped one of my hands.

"Jesus, honey, I don't know, I haven't exactly had an exciting sex life you know. Maybe twice, with your mother, when we were young." "Good . . . I am going to make you cum three times tonight." "But honey I am not so young anymore and Mr. Garrett he might . . ." "Mr. Garrett won't be back for hours and as for you not being young anymore. Tonight is special. It's Christmas Eve when all sorts of magical things can happen, especially when one is in an enchanted forest like we are . . . . And making you cum three times will be one of them. Oh, and I am going to do it a different way each time too . . . just in case you were wondering."

_HOME_. “First Christmas, 7,” Adrian said. To her. Picking her up. “You ready for chaos.” February kicked. Agreement. _Thump._ *7:44 AM. [SFX: PAPER. THEN SCREAMING. THEN LOVE.]* Living room. Not court. Not 3:01 PM. Tree. Huge. Real. Susan dragged it in December 1st. “Because fake trees are for before.” Presents. Mountain. From us. From Susan. From Margaret. From Levinson. From Cho. From Dr. Ellis. From Lily. From everyone who’s 7 now.

“It’s Christmas. You have to put up a tree.” I never got invested in the holidays. My family got together for Christmas dinner and exchanged a few gifts, but we didn’t make a big fuss about it. Christmas eve was the best night to pick up tail. Any woman in a bar on Christmas eve was depressed, and she fucked like being good in bed would fix all her problems. “Why?” She threw her arms down. “Because it’s Christmas. That’s what you’re supposed to do. I always have a tree up at my place even though there are very few presents under it. It’s the spirit of the season.”