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“At least my balls aren’t freezing. Those fuckers are nice and snug,” I hiss, remembering how her ass felt in my hands as I pressed her against bricked wall of the back alley.

“Nothing wrong with a little holiday fling,” he smacks me on the back as he walks past.

“Merry Christmas to you, too asshole!”

He turns, flipping me the bird. “I’ll be back for New Year’s. Hope you’ve taken care of that by then,” he smirks.

Frustrated to all hell, I walk around in the biting cold, waiting for my dick to go down. I didn’t plan on her. Hell, coming back home was a spur-of-the-moment decision. I don’t want to get involved especially when we’re both leaving Springdale after the holidays. Sure, I could fuck her real good and we’d both enjoy it. But something tells me fur baby won’t go for that. She might act all tough, but I see her. In her eyes is a hurt someone put there. I won’t be the one to add more. I need to avoid her ass somehow and everything will be just fine.

16

Shiloh

TEQUILA IS THE DEVIL.

I thought it would help calm my nerves and slow my racing heart and runaway libido. When Dare corned me against the wall and his spicy cologne filled my nostrils, I wanted to lick his neck. His breath in my hair caused goosebumps to break out on my flesh. My nipples hardened in my bra. I felt gooey in all the right places and I panicked.

Straight up panicked.

I can’t be falling for him. One because he’s such a jerk. Two, I mean I don’t know anything about the man. Not even his last name. I’ve known for a long time I’ve had issues…like daddy issues. Needing love and approval from an alpha male was what I’ve never had, and I crave it more than anything in the world and I’m straight up done chasing it.

It took guts to spend the holidays alone in a place I’ve never been, but I took that risk and I’m having the time of my life.

By myself.

I don’t need a man to be happy and feel fulfilled. I’m finally realizing that. But I have a healthy sex drive that I won’t apologize or be ashamed of. I just need to make sure I’m scratching that itch for me not because I’m still pining for that white picket fence. That’s why I want to find my sexy Santa. He could scratch that itch all night long and, in the morning, I can walk away feeling satisfied and free.

I sway on the tips of my heeled boots. Wearing them was another mistake.

“You okay, there little lady?”

My head tips back. The room spins. The twinkling lights are hurting my eyes and a headache is knocking on the back door ready to come in.

“I’ve got this,” a deep voice growls, seconds before I’m swept off my feet and into a beefy pair of arms. Everything is blurry, blending together.

I was doing shots and drinking southern comforts between dancing with the men from the MC and I even played a mean game of darts. I must’ve been partying hard for hours, lost in my new friends.

“Ummmm.” I inhale, a manly neck and wrap my arms around it and close my eyes as I’m walked out of the bar, into the cold and tucked up and into the back cab of a truck.

“Please tell me you’re abducing me to have your wicked way with me?” My eyes open a crack to glimpse the handsome man above me.

“Oh shit. It’s just you.”

“Just me,” Dare drawls, shutting the door.

I sigh in relief as the overhead light shuts off leaving me in the blessed dark. He starts up the truck and carefully backs out.

“You aren’t going to be sick, are you?”

“I hope not. Tequila and I go way back. But it’s been a while.”

I catch his smirk in the rearview, noticing his cut jaw and kissable lips. Sighing again, I let my head fall back on the leather headrest. Dare is one hell of an alpha. I didn’t see it but damn tonight when he hauled that guy three inches off the floor, my eyes were glues to the muscles ready to pop out of his shirt.

Up close, when he stares at me…I see the darkness in the flecks of his eyes. He might dress refined and look polished minus the five o’clock beard that’s started to grow on his face, but that man is dangerous as fuck. Half of me wants him, is turned-on by it and the other half wants to pack up and run. When he admitted he’s attracted to me too, I played the defense by attacking. If he can’t stand me; he won’t be tempted to kiss me. Besides, I need to find Santa just because I’m curious. If I don’t see his face…I’ll never know who the man that turned me on like a light switch looks like.

The air is thick with silence as he drives along snowy country roads to our cozy inn not far away. “What’s your story?” I boldly ask.

He takes a minuet to respond, “It’s full of twists and turns, FB. Some too dangerous to go down.”

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