Holly Garland on Santa's Lap [COMPLETE]

Chapter 12 ~🎵Here comes Santa Claus🎶~

Thunder crashes in the air, blasting my ears and pounding in my head. It's mixed with desperate, nonstop screams that can only mean one thing: the world is ending.

"Help! Somebody, help!" I scream back, hoping to stop the chaos.

"HOLLY! NICK! Get up, it's time!" The pounding on the door won't stop.

I'm lying on my back, trying to hide under my pillow while I feel the bed shift next to me.

"Ginger... someone's at the door," Nick mutters, his voice still thick with sleep.

"Mmph... Grrrr..."

"Fine... I'll get it."

The bed shakes as he gets up.

"HOLLY! NICK! Get up already!"

"Yeah, yeah... I'm coming," Nick grumbles, sounding like a bear who's been rudely woken from hibernation.

I hear the door open and then Lizzie's voice pierces through the quiet like nails on a chalkboard.

"Well, it's about time! What are you, deaf?"

If only...

I try to sink back into my coma, tuning out the noise.

"What's the emergency?" Nick asks, not even pretending to be polite.

"It's Christmas morning, duh! It's five a.m. We've got to get the presents under the tree!"

"Five a.m.? Isn't that a bit early?"

"You'll see when you have kids! They wake up crazy early, especially on Christmas. Come on, Holly, get up. You can rest later. Like us! Hollyyyy!!!"

"Nick, please, make her stop," I groan, pulling the blanket over the pillow as an extra layer of defense against my sister-in-law's shrill voice.

"Uh, aren't you worried about waking the kids?" he asks, backing me up a little.

"Nah, they're all upstairs. Anyway, get her out of bed, both of you downstairs. We're having a war council in the kitchen."

"A war council?"

"Yup. Fifteen minutes, tops. Good luck, she does this every year!"

The door closes.

Finally, blessed silence.

I fall back asleep instantly.

The bed dips again.

"Ginger... we gotta go."

Nick's voice sounds far away, muffled. Like he's miles away.

I'm back in my dream, a warm, soft dream. I'm floating in an ocean of bliss, with colorful fish brushing up against me as they swim by.

"Ohhh," I moan as their touch morphs into teasing strokes on my stomach.

When the sensation moves lower, growing more intense, I open my eyes wide.

All I see is the pillow, which I quickly toss aside, but it's still dark in the room.

"Mornin', Gingerbread," Nick whispers in my ear, as he starts kissing my neck. 

The warm feeling begins to spread through my body again as I feel his hand between my legs massaging my pubic area through the fabric of my lace thong.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice strange and lazy, even though I know exactly what he's doing.

"It's Christmas morning," he murmurs. "I'm giving you your present..."

His fingers reach the growing wetness of my tender flesh, and rub my clit, polishing it, filing it, until it's raw, sensitive, swollen, and ready to explode.