An Unbelievable Christmas Collection: Told by the WAGs, Vol. 1: Unbelievable, #9

By Garnet Davenport

The first volume of Christmas stories told by the wives and girlfriends of our favorite hockey gods!

Phoenix and Chloe first Christmas as a couple. They were living in different states trying to make the long distance thing work, but both of them were miserable without each other. This Christmas was all about making the most important decisions that brought them together.

Kane and Brooklyn first Christmas together. Brooklyn pregnant with the boys and Kane wanting Brooklyn to move into his house. The only one who could keep them apart was the blessing of Mack—Brooklyn's 200 pound tan and black mastiff.

Mason and Makenna first Christmas with baby Emmalynn. Now a family, Mason and Makenna work hard to be able to spend time together for their first Christmas together.

Rocco and Autumn first Christmas as a couple. Emilia just turned three and Autumn wanted to give her the best Christmas ever including all the traditions from her childhood and her father, Coach Porter, becoming Emilia's grandpa.

This is a collection of Christmas stories of deleted scenes for books: Rising Summers, Kissing Winters, Wanting Spring and Loving Autumn. Mature content. Must be 18+. No cliffhangers and as always a HEA.

Rising Summers (Book 1) - Chloe and Nix
Kissing Winters (Book 2) - Brooklyn and Kane
Wanting Spring (Book 3) - Makenna and Mason
Handcuffed (Book 4) - Ronnie and Blake
Nightstick (Book 5) - Jen and Ryan
Loving Autumn (Book 6) - Autumn and Rocco
Out of Bound (Book 7) - Soumaya and Dom 
In Bounds (Book 8) - Zeri and Luther 
An Unbelievable Christmas Collection: Told by the WAGs, Vol. 1
An Unbelievable Christmas Collection: Told by the WAGs, Vol. 2

• Language: English
• Publisher: Garnet Davenport
• Release date: Jun 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223269625

Book preview

PART 1 : PHOENIX AND CHLOE

One more minute! I called out as I watched Nix stroke himself over a video call as I played with myself.

Chloe, I need a book for my next class, Brooklyn, my best friend and dorm mate, said through the door.

Fuck! Nix spat out.

I felt bad for him. He was going to end up with way more than just frustration if he couldn’t finish.

I pulled my sheet off the bed, wrapped it around myself, and grabbed her Psych 101 book from her desk. I stomped over to the door, swung it open, shoved her book at her, and said, I’m trying to get your brother off. Go away. I smiled and then closed the door in her face.

I heard gagging from the other side of the door.

That’s my girl. God, he growled, I want to put my hands all over you.

We both need this, I said, reaching for my vibrator, needing the extra friction to get the job done without Nix there.

He watched with rapt attention as I slid it inside of me. I breathed out with the slightest of moans. I need you, I whispered.

Fuck, Babe, he said as I noticed him picking up speed.

A little bit more and… Yes! I panted.

Chlo… fuck! he called out as his orgasm hit him and spurts of creamy liquid pulsed from his tip. Panting, he said, I wish I could see you come. I wish I was there to feel you come.

I know, but we’re just a few days out and I’ll be on the way home with Brooklyn.

I can’t wait for you to be in our bed, he said.

I can’t wait either. It’s been lonely.

He chuckled. I’ll cure that loneliness as soon as I’ve got you back in my arms and my tongue on your clit.

A chill of excitement ran up my spine. Yes, please. Nix was excellent at cunnilingus. Plus, whenever I was home, he loved eating my pussy as I woke up every morning.

I can’t wait, I said with a smile.

When is your plane getting in? he asked.

I think it said two p.m. Are you going to be done at practice before then?

He reached for his phone, probably to look up his schedule. When he looked back at his laptop, I could see his answer before he even said it.

Don’t worry about it. I’ll take a cab.

He growled.

I’ll be fine. I’m much more intimidating now.

He chuckled. Sure.

I’m serious. We’ve been taking self-defense classes.

I watched as Nix froze. Something about what I had said changed the entire tone of our conversation. He looked away from the camera.

Nix? I asked, feeling that same insecurity I had after he had made decisions for us instead of together.

He ran his hand through his hair.

Nix? I asked, wanting—needing him to look at me.

It’s fine, he sighed. I just miss you and hate that you’re so far away.

I know, but…

I know you promised Brooklyn you’d room together. It just fucking sucks.

I know.

That was really all I could say. The moment we learned Nix was going to be picked up by the Pittsburgh Badgers’ farm team, we were excited. The moment the New York Knights decided not to renew his contract, he not only became a free agent, but he couldn’t find a team that would take him. I’d ruined his career by loving him. I may not have been eighteen when we officially got together, but the age of consent was a completely different thing than what is and is not legal. Our saving grace was that my mother decided not to continue with her accusations. I also hadn’t spoken to my mother since I confronted her with the truth about my paternity. I wasn’t some political royalty. I wasn’t even a Summers.

Nix had been there for me and sacrificed for me to be able to be in his life. He even got me an internship over the summer with Fuller-Evans Publishing House. I’d been beyond ecstatic. The entire internship was exactly what I had wanted. Then on the last day, when we would find out if we would have a paid internship, I was brought into Yvonne’s office and she told me she couldn’t offer me a paid position without a degree. They had a program for me to submit an application to that would help with my tuition as long as I meet requirements and sign a contract to work for them after I graduated. I leapt at the opportunity. Especially since it was in the same city as Nix. We’d figured he’d be on the farm team for at least four years. We’d make it—hopefully.

I’ve got to get going. We were all signed up for this charity thing with a juniors team.

That sounds fun.

Yeah. It’s time on the ice. He shrugged.

He’d only been getting about eight or nine minutes per game on the ice. He hated it. He’d been skating for twenty-five plus minutes every game until me.

Okay, I’ll let you know when I get on the plane, I said.

Yeah, please. And be careful.

I will.

Chloe?

Yeah?

I love you.

I love you too, I said.

As we disconnected from our video call, I closed my laptop and set it beside me on my dorm room bed. I sat there naked and exposed in more than one way. Forcing myself to get off of my bed and get dressed, I had one exam later and then one the next day. Both, I was more than ready for, but I needed some caffeine to get through the rest of the day.

There was a cafe on campus I preferred more than the national brands. A little mom and pop kind of place. The best bean juice in the world. Brooklyn won’t ever come with me because she hates coffee. She calls it overrated and drugged out H-2-O. That one always made me laugh. Something about today just felt weird. There was something off. Besides the fact that I let Nix buy me a plane ticket because he didn’t believe that Rhonda the Honda would make it. He hated that I still had my baby. I hadn’t had plans of giving her up anytime soon. As soon as I was finished with my exam, I’d be at LaGuardia and taking off to see Nix for a solid three days before we fly back to New York for Christmas.

Hey, Chloe, how are you? Sean asked.

Sean was nice. A little flirty but not a bad guy. He knew the story as one of the Knights fans. He’s been kind of protective over me. The first week I was on campus, there were plenty of assholes who thought I’d fuck them for money. Sean had been there to shut them up and make them leave me alone.

Good, I said, giving him a hug. How have you been?

Good. I regretted leaving Literary Interpretation and Analysis.

I laughed. You know you’re going to have to take it either way.

I know. I just didn’t want Professor Wright. I can’t do it. She’s like the crab on Moana. I don’t know which eye to look into.

I burst out laughing. Yes. I know. But we could have braved it together and defeated Tamatoa.

He chuckled. So you like Disney movies?

I do, but it’s all because of Brooklyn. She loves anything that can create iconic moments. She’s one of those girls who wears TV and movie t-shirts to express herself.

We laugh together.

I’m next in line and look up at the chalkboard for the special roast of the day. Sumatra. Yes, I’ll take it. I heard the order from the Barbie doll in front of me.

Venti pumpkin spice latte with half almond milk and half oat milk and a pump of vanilla flavor and foam, she said.

As soon as she walked away, I turned around to Sean with a smirk.

I stepped forward.

What can I get you? the guy behind the register asked me, eyeing me with the stereotypical blonde, white girl needing at least six different ingredients for a fucking coffee.

Large Sumatra, I said.

The guy blinked at me… once… twice… three times, and just when I thought he was going to put my order in, he blinked one last time, making it the fourth long-blink.

I had my money in hand, waiting. He finally noticed and took the five-dollar bill from me. He punched in the amount, and the drawer opened. He handed me back the change, and I dropped the coins into the tip jar.

Sean ordered, and we went to sit at the bench in front of the windows to talk and catch up. He asked me about Nix and how everything was going with the team. I basically had to lie because I didn’t know much about his life. He never told me much about his life outside of phone sex or when we were going to see each other next. The conversation made me think about what I really wanted. I wanted a partner who would open up to me and talk to me about not only the good but the bad. He never wanted to talk about any of it, and it made me feel as though I was losing him.

I took a deep breath as soon as I was out of class. My exam wasn’t hard. I’d been extremely prepared. I was the second one to get done with the exam, and we were allowed to leave as soon as we were done. I still had to make sure I was packed and ready. I’d have to pack two suitcases. One for Pittsburgh and one for the Drayden’s. Nothing was better than Christmas with Mama Drayden. She knew her shit. Knox Drayden always did all the heavy lifting for her, but I’d caught him pinching her butt on more than one occasion as she sorted through her gray storage bins of decorations. Either way, two days later, the entire residence was turned into a winter wonderland. I couldn’t wait.

I was bringing up my last basket of laundry from the onsite laundromat in the basement. I was folding everything at the long table in the room when I pulled a thong from my clothes that was not familiar.

What the puck? I said, holding it up.

Hey, I was looking for that, a random girl said, coming up behind me and snatching it from my hand. It’s the only one that doesn’t floss my vagina when I wear it.

She walked back over to her side, where she was rolling her clothes with precision, yet tossed her thong into a pile of scraps of lace and other fabrics.

I watched her for a minute. She had zero fucks to give about any of it.

If you find a red lace one, that one is mine too. Some buttmunches keep taking underwear from one machine and putting it into someone else’s when they leave.

I looked around at my clothes just to make sure I had all of my underwear and bras.

I wouldn’t worry too much. You probably sat here the whole time, right? she asked.

Yeah, I replied.

They’re only going to do it to the girl who leaves. I had shit to do so now I’m looking for my shit.

Oh, I said, thinking about it.

Was I someone who looked like they had nothing to do besides wait for clothes to dry? Was I that good girl?

I’m Ronnie, by the way.

Chloe, I said, giving her a slight smile.

I wasn’t really up for meeting new people, but she seemed cool. I just didn’t have the time to put into a friendship at the moment.

You know I think I saw a guy leave just before you came in with his laundry, and he didn’t go through it.

She raised her eyebrows with excitement. What’d he look like?

Dark hair, wearing a gray hoodie and jeans. I think he lives on the second floor with those guys that threw that welcome party the first week of the semester and the entire dorm smelled like weed the rest of the night.

Dwight. She hissed. Thanks, bitch. Good looking out, she said with a smile and took off with her clothes.

I snickered as I finished folding the last couple of pieces and putting it all in my basket to take up to my room. As I started walking up the stairs, I heard that same girl yelling at, I’m assuming, Dwight.

You perv! Where is my thong? she demanded, banging on his door.

I stood watching at the back of the crowd that had started. A few cell phones out recording her. The door swung open and the guy—Dwight—was in some deep shit. He stood there butt naked all except for a red lace thong. His hairy ball sack dangling from the sides and his limp noodle trapped behind the fabric.

Damn, how the fuck do you wear shit like this? It’s itchy as fuck, and my asshole keeps getting scratched.

Ronnie glared at him. You owe me thirty dollars and a visit to my therapist, she said, holding out her hand.

He started to take off the thong, but she stopped him.

That’s yours now. I want my money. She snapped her fingers and stomped her foot.

Fine, damn, he said, going back into his dorm room. His ass was hanging out completely.

She hadn’t lied about the fact that thongs are basically floss for your ass. However, she had talked about it flossing her vagina. Dwight winced and maneuvered his leg away from his balls.

Next time you have a woman under you and she wears a thong just for you…

Dwight put the cash in her hand.

…remember she did it for you, Ronnie said and then turned on her heels and strutted off as if she was walking a runway.

The audience she had drawn hooted and hollered. She was something. I was only a little jealous she was able to put herself out there like that. I needed that strength.

Continuing up to my room, I opened the door to find Brooklyn in the middle of throwing her clothes all over our room.

Whoa, what’s going on? I asked.

"I can’t find my favorite Bazinga shirt."

"I pulled it from my laundry basket. I knew