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“I’m good.”

I squeezed her arm and relaxed my muscles against her, letting her explore me. I wasn’t going to pretend it was Serena holding me like I’d done with the women I’d fucked at the concert campgrounds. Serena’s sweat on my skin. Serena’s mouth on me. No, I was here with Tania, and I liked it. The stinging had eased. No reason to cut and run. Tania was my sugar making the medicine go down.

“If I’m ever around Chicago, I’ll call you.”

“You don’t have to feed me lines, Finger. Not you. Come on. I’m not some star-struck biker groupie chick.”

“I’m serious.” I turned over, facing her.

Tania’s hands fell to my chest. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, if I call you, and you’re free, meet up with me. I’m not saying dinner and a movie, roses in hand.”

She let out a laugh. “Oh, I don’t want roses from you. Anyhow, I’m done with the roses and the dating bullshit.”

I gripped her ass and her hands slid down to my abs, to my hips, my thighs.

I grinned, pressing against her. “If you want a good fuck without the aforementioned bullshit, you call me, and I’ll call you. Either way, we’ll meet up.”

“I’ve got plenty of traveling coming up actually, so, we might cross paths more often than not across the country.”

“I’m always on the road. I’ll make it happen.” I was usually on a run, taking jobs others didn’t want, because they were dangerous, because they had families. I didn’t.

She only grinned. She liked how that sounded. Her eyes darted down my body, and a blush rose on her skin from her face, her throat, all the way down the pale skin of her chest.

I raised her chin. “You don’t have to be shy or uncomfortable with me.”

“I’m trying not to be.” She stroked my hardening cock. Her touch grew tense, rough.

“That’s it.” My voice came out low. “Yeah, fuck. That’s it.”

She kept working me. Her touch, the feel of her tits brushing over my flesh were getting me there fast.

“Fuck everything, Tania. Go on, say it,” I rasped.

“Fuck everything,” came her breathy reply.

My thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Now suck me off.”

She slid down my body and licked my tip, that tongue of hers extended, licking some more.

A growl rose in my chest. “What did I say?”

Her mouth finally took me in. All the way in.

My hips rocked up. “Harder.”

Only dirty sugar made that medicine go down.

37

The sun was dazzling.

The cold air was crisp, but the unexpected sunlight shed its warmth over the crowd gathered in downtown Rapid for the lighting of the Christmas tree. For the zillionth time, I tucked the navy blue fleece blanket around my baby son nestled in his stroller, sucking avidly on his pacifier. Last week snow and subzero temperatures prevailed, but today was almost like spring in comparison, and I couldn’t resist bringing him to the Winter Market to get a whiff of Christmas spirit.

A thirty foot blue spruce decorated with hundreds of light bulbs towered over us. The tree lighting ceremony would begin at five followed by the Festival of Lights Parade at six, but we wouldn’t be sticking around for that. The sun would be gone by then, and real cold would settle in.

Maybe next year.

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