Christmas In The City: An unScripted Holiday Extra

December 9th marked the One Year Book Birthday for unScripted! In celebration I have an EXCLUSIVE short story for you… This takes place a few days after Ronan and Holliday decide to live together and just before they jet off to Cabo San Lucas (which you can read all about in Perfectly Scripted). Happy Reading xx

This story contains strong language and sexually explicit material and is intended for mature individuals over the age of eighteen.

An unscripted holiday outtake


Christmas Eve

Sweat poured down my face and back as I pushed myself the last half-mile on the treadmill. Since I’d indulged in half a carton of chocolate chip ice cream last night, I tacked on an extra mile. I was surprised I could drag my ass out of bed that morning, since I also had half a bottle of wine and two vodka martinis.

“Hungry like the Wolf” blared through the speakers and I picked up my pace.




and done!

My thighs screamed in relief as I stepped off the machine. After wiping the sweat from my brow with my towel, I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. I chugged the cool liquid and proceeded to the mats to stretch. Charlotte and Lucan had a state of the art home gym, complete with a steam room, which is where I’d be heading next.

Normally, I’d be upstairs helping Char prepare our Christmas Eve feast, but she and Lucan decided to leave early for their romantic getaway.

Alone… alone… alone, I was all by my lonesome. It’s a feeling that I wasn’t entirely used to after spending nearly all day every day with Ronan for the past two weeks.

My mom called yesterday and invited me out to their home in Palm Springs, but I declined. I whined a little and asked if they could change their plans to Aspen instead. Of course, she said no. It was a selfish request, I knew that. It was impossible, no one could drop their plans the day before Christmas Eve, and arranging travel would have been a nightmare.

And because I knew the girls were coming to town to be with Ronan, I’d planned on  watching Netflix, shopping online and sleeping. I wanted him to have plenty of alone time with his daughters. After learning of my sad alone time plans, Lucan had the Chef at Lorenzo’s prepare some dishes for me to cook and reheat so I wouldn’t starve. It was enough food for a week. I had some bottles of wine, and a large bottle of whiskey delivered to the house yesterday afternoon and was all set to spend the next few days sans bra and in my pajamas.

My phone chirped just as I was about to strip and step into the steam room. Ronan’s name flashed across the screen.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning to you,” he said. His sexy Irish brogue rasped in my ears. “Happy Christmas Eve.”

“Same to you,” I said, kicking off my sneakers. “What are you up to?”

“I just finished reading the paper. I’m waiting for the girls to wake up.”

“They sleep late, huh?”

“Not usually, but they were up late last night. Time difference.”

“Ahhh, that makes sense. Can you hang on a minute?”

“Sure. Are you getting naked?” He whispered the last word, and shivers raced along my skin.

Did he have a sixth sense or something when it came to me getting undressed?

“Maybe,” I murmured, balancing the phone between my chin and shoulder as I pulled off my socks. “But I’m hardly sexy. I just got done working out. I’m all hot and sweaty.”

Oops, probably not the best choice of words.

I heard him give a low growl, and whisper my name. “You’re inspiring dirty thoughts. If I were there, I’d give you a workout in the shower. Strip you naked, and fuck you against the glass until you beg me to let you come. ”

My nipples puckered against the cups of my bra, as my body screamed with pleasure. Shower sex with Ronan Connolly was wonderful. Sex in bed, sex on the couch, the floor,  even on the stairs, it was all wonderful with him.

I tugged my sports bra and tank over my head, and shimmied out of my shorts. Quickly, I tossed my hair into a bun and threw the towel around me.

“Aside from shower sex. What else is on your mind?”

“Well, I was thinking…” he drawled out the words casually. “I can’t stand the thought of you being alone on Christmas. Please reconsider and come celebrate with me and the girls instead.”

“I don’t know. I still think this is pretty awkward,” I said, rubbing the end of the soft cotton against the tips of my fingers. “Plus, I don’t want to infringe on your time with the girls.”

“It’s Christmas, I don’t want you alone in the house by yourself. I suggest you bring whatever you need for the next few days because I am not spending another night without you under the same roof. I want you here with me.”

I felt the blush creep across my chest, and spread up my neck. “Damn, you’re demanding.”

“I prefer to call it strongly persuasive,” he countered. “I’ll send a car for you around noon. Does that give you enough time to get ready?”

“Yes, and thank you for the invitation. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

With that, we ended the call, and I felt the smile widen on my face. Beats of excitement pumped through me and not just from my workout.

I can’t wait… my first Christmas with Ronan.


‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the penthouse…

It was nearly two in the morning, and I was wide awake.  Okay, so technically it is Christmas morning.

Leah and Jade were asleep in the guest room across the hall from Holliday. She insisted on sleeping apart, in an effort not to confuse the girls. Where their mental minds were concerned, I didn’t know if seeing us come out of the same bedroom in the morning would affect them or not. Part of me wanted to call Emma and ask her how she handled the situation with the girls when she and Dax began living together.

But, my better judgement told me to leave it alone.

I needed to find a way to get upstairs, and into that room, and inside Holliday.

Fuck it!

I threw off the covers and pushed the doors of the suite open. I crept across the thick carpet, and behind the couch when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in the pad of my foot.

FUCK! Motherfucker that hurt.

I leaned against the back of the couch to asses the situation. My foot had been assaulted by the ice skate of Princess Elsa. Scooping up the object, I checked to see if this would be another toy that I’d have to replace. No, thank goodness. I tossed the doll on the couch, and limped towards towards the foyer hoping the short jaunt upstairs would be enough time to walk off the pain.

As I turned the corner, I collided with Holliday. I stumbled backwards, and she grabbed my arm.

Jesus Christ, it never failed. The sight of her caused my heart rate to shift into overdrive and my dick to throb against my boxers.

Fuck, she’s… she’s fuck hot. Hot as fuck, was probably the words my scrambled brain was trying to pull together.

She stood before me wearing a tank top that said, “Eat Drink and Be Merry” and a tiny pair of cotton shorts the color of cotton candy, not the pink color the green–mint. She was braless, her full breasts swelled and her nipples peaked under the lightweight fabric. Tall and toned with perfect curves, built to bring any hot-blooded man to his knees, and she was all mine.

I pulled her into me, and my hands fell to her waist. “What are you doing?”

“I woke up missing you,” she replied. Her voice was raspy from sleep.

“Funny, I had the same thought.”

She laughed… actually it was more like a soft giggle. I loved that I could make her laugh.

“I can’t wait until we move into your place at The Addison.”

Our place,” I corrected her.

“Our place,” she repeated, drawing her arms around my neck.

I smoothed my hands up her back, crushing my lips to hers.  My tongue slid into her mouth, and I moaned. She tasted like icy cool mint. Then she moaned my name and I realized we were still standing in the foyer. We needed to continue this “conversation” away from the echoing of the marble tiles.

There was no telling when my daughters could wake up. A two a.m. tea party was never out of the question. And Leah was a very light sleeper.

I picked Holliday up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her lips traveled the length of my neck to my ear.

I love the way she feels against me. I love the way she molds to me. She is perfect–for me.

Her lips pressed against mine, and once again my tongue dipped inside her mouth. I carried her off to the master suite. Digging my hands into her ass, she ground her pussy against me, and my dick took immediate notice.

I crossed the room and dropped her onto the mattress. The room was dim, and the only light from the window spread in various places throughout. Breaking our kiss, I eased up off the bed and walked back to close and lock the doors. Turning around, I found Holliday propped up on her elbows, watching me. The ends of her long dark hair brushed against the bed, and her chest rose and fell in a mild rhythm. Fuck me.

I stood there, my gaze sliding over her gorgeous body, trying to decide what I wanted to do first.

Fuck her sweet mouth? Eat her beautiful cunt?

Time was limited, and I was wasting it on the details. Screw foreplay, my goal was to bury my cock inside her, so why change the plan?

“Strip, now.”

Her tank top was up and off before I could take a step forward. I pulled my own shirt over my head tossing it on the chair in the corner, and pushed my pajama bottoms along with my boxers to the floor. When I looked up, Holliday walked towards me, the city lights wrapped around her naked body.

She pressed her lips to my chest. “I’m afraid I don’t sleep well alone anymore.”

I brushed her hair back from her face. “That news pleases me. I will be the only man who shares your bed.”

And by only I mean, no other man will have her. She was mine.

“Our bed,” she corrected me. Her hands wrapped around my cock, giving me a few strokes.

“Right.” I smiled.

My hands cupped the sides of her face, and I took her mouth. Claiming her with a possessive kiss. Her lips were warm and wet against mine. My dick was throbbing, aching–for her.

Ronan,” her voice was shaky, needy.

Tilting her head, she moaned into my mouth. I pressed her close, until her belly was firmly pressed against my erection.

Without warning, Holliday pulled her lips from mine and gripped my bicep.

“Did you hear that?” Her voice was a hushed whisper. I listened for a moment and then I heard it too. The door handle was rattling, and the curtains over the glass waved back and forth in slow motion.


Shit! Leah was at the door.

Holliday’s eyes were wide, she was looking at me the same way she did when I dragged her into the bathroom at the Connolly Campaign Event.

“What do we do?” her voice cracked out in a hushed whispered.

My finger pressed against my lips, as the door continued to shake.

“Daddy, I can’t sleep.”

My hands rubbed Holliday’s smooth shoulders. “Get dressed.”

I stumbled through the darkness gathering my t-shirt, and managed to pull both my boxers and my pajama bottoms on over my hips in record speed.

“I’m going to try and get Leah back up to the room and in bed,” I whispered, before pressing a kiss to her lips. “I hate to ask this of you, but I need you to hide.”

She nodded and then sprinted towards the bathroom.

Two soft knocks beat against the wood of the door.”Daddy, are you in there? And I should tell you that Holliday is not in her room.”

I flicked on the light, and surveyed the room. Nothing was out of order. Once I heard the door to the bathroom lock. I went and opened doors to the suite.

“Leah,” I said, scooping her into my arms. “Darling girl, why can’t you sleep?” I rubbed small circles on her back as I carried her through the living room.

“I heard a noise, I thought perhaps Father Christmas was here. But there aren’t any presents. Maybe he doesn’t know me and Jade are here in New York.”

“Oh I see,” I replied softly and then kissed her on the cheek.

“Daddy, do you think Father Christmas will leave our presents at Mommy’s house?” she asked, her little fingers twirled the ends of my hair.

My heart swelled with every step I took up the stairs. I needed to ease her mind. “I’m certain that Father Christmas knows you two are here. By my calculations he should be here within the hour.”

As I reached the top of the stairs, Leah rested her head on my shoulder. She yawned, and I felt her warm breath fan across my neck.


“Yes, really,” I said reassuringly. “But, he probably knows that you are awake.”

Pushing the door open, I found Jade was sound asleep twisted in the covers clutching her stuffed Harrods novelty bear. After I tucked Leah back into bed, I kissed her forehead. She was out before her head hit the pillow.

“Goodnight my darling girls,” I whispered, before closing the door.

I turned and sprinted downstairs taking the steps two at a time. I needed to retrieve the presents from my closet and put them under the tree.  When I arrived downstairs, Holliday was standing by the tree and all the presents, as far as I could tell, had been put out.

“Ta-da,” she said, spreading her arms wide.

“Did you do all of this?” I asked, gesturing towards the tree.

She nodded and took a step towards me. “Sometimes even Father Christmas needs a bit of help.” Her hands slid down my chest. “Consider me one of Santa’s helpers.”

“Perhaps a Christmas angel,  instead.”

“Ronan… I’m no angel.”

The silky note in her voice was one I was all too familiar with, and she knew it. My dick was hard in an instant. I pushed my hands into her hair and threaded the soft dark strands through my fingers. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded. She tilted her head, and that was my cue to kiss her.

So I did. I slid my mouth over hers, taking her in a breathless kiss. Then I took her to bed.

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the penthouse… multiple orgasms provided made for a very good night.


Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Best Wishes for a prosperous New Year in 2016.

©Christy Pastore, 2015

Christy Pastore

Author of Fifteen Weekends and Amazon Best-Selling unScripted (Romantic Erotica, Erotica Fiction and Holiday Romance.) Founder of FWU, Wife, Friend, Handbag Addict, Accent Slut, #RonanMaker Adores run on sentences, men in suits & wine. You can read about me here:

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6 comments on “Christmas In The City: An unScripted Holiday Extra
  1. Love this very Ronan and Holliday Christmas! Thank you and Happy Holidays Christy!


  2. Janice Somers says:

    Thank you for the wonderful sexy read for the holidays.

  3. Niki Sass says:

    I love love it!! ❤

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