Page 3 of Christmas Coffee

Celyn

Ihave no idea who this woman is and I don’t ask her name. She doesn’t ask for mine. I grab a bottle of Absolute and check in under an alias, pushing the guy at the desk a hundred when he wants to see my license. He takes it, and suddenly that part isn’t important anymore. It’s amazing what people will do for a few bucks at this time of year.

A nervous energy radiates from the blonde goddess standing next to me. Her body is tense, all lean muscle, and she’s strong. I got that. She’s not a doormat and sure as hell doesn’t take shit from anyone. I wonder how crazy she is for a second, eyeing that massive purse, knowing damn well she might be insane. There could be an ax in there. The hot ones are always nuts.

Hot Girl follows me to the room and when we walk inside, I flip on the lights. I toss my keycard on the cheap counter and look at the sad little room. The bedspread has that once white look and the room is well lived in. I’m about to turn around and tell her that she doesn’t have to do shit with me, that we can drink in here—I’m fine with it—when she shuts the lights off and steps toward me with a look in her eye that’s all sex.

She wants me, is thinking about clawing her nails down my back and riding my dick. I wonder if she wants me or just needs an escape. It doesn’t matter, not tonight. Her arms are around my neck and her perfect little body presses against mine. Her tits mash against my chest making my dick hard. She smells like vanilla and baby powder. Coupled with that peppermint breath, I could eat her up. Her hair feels like silk in my fingers and when her lips meet my neck, she trails her hands up under my sweater running her palms over my abs slowly, teasing me.

She breathes into my ear, “Open the bottle and let’s get to it.”

“Anything you want.” I crack open the vodka and ask if she wants ice, but she shakes her head.

“Neat is fine.” She downs the first cup and then a second one before tugging that sweater over her head. She steps toward me with her golden hair tossed over her shoulders and a black bra that makes her tits look better than the sweater. It’s not fucking possible to look at her face when she’s this hot. The best part, she has no fucking clue. This chick probably thinks she’s cute or pretty. She has no idea that guys like me fantasize about a body like this. She’s curvy with a narrow waist and her hips spill down into thighs that I can’t wait to get between. She’s a fucking seductress with a fairy’s face and a saunter that would make a succubus jealous. The girl’s got moves.

She pulls my sweater over my head and walks around me slowly, dragging the pads of her fingers across my stomach, side, and then across my lower back. She stops behind me and presses her tits to my back, rocking those sweet hips toward me. I feel her hot kiss on my skin and it takes everything I have to stay still and see how this plays out. Most women wait for me to make the first move. I can count on one hand how many times a woman has controlled me in bed. Most don’t even try.

She places a palm on both sides of my waist and asks, “Why aren’t you drinking?”

“I thought you’d have a better time if I wasn’t totally plastered.”

“Plastered would be bad, but a little tipsy might be fun. Take a drink.” She releases me and then walks over to the bed, sits down on the edge and crosses her jean-clad legs at the knee. She leans back on her arms which pushes her chest out, making her body look even more appealing.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I pour a double and down it fast, before walking over to her. I’m about to push her back onto the bed when she stops me, grabs my waistband, and unbuttons my jeans. The zipper slides down slowly as she watches with fascination. I feel her hand wrap around my shaft and swallow a moan. She smiles as she feels its girth, squeezing me firmly, making me harder, longer with her touch. She slides down my jeans and strips my boxers, leaving me naked and standing in front of her, my erection before her eyes.

She glances up at me from under her lashes. “Is anything off the table?”

Oh fucking hell. She’s perfect. I shake my head. “You?”

“No.” She takes a swig from the bottle.

I do the same before putting it on the nightstand and lying back against the pillows. I lace my arms behind my head. I glance at her and see her eyes on my face, questions fade when she kneels on the bed and unhooks her bra. She tosses it to the side, and I can see the swell of her tits and those nipples, tight and perfect for me.

I grin at her and command, “Strip. Lose it. All of it.”

She doesn’t speak, doesn’t play coy, or act shy. She obeys and it makes me hard again. The way she slips out of her jeans and panties, she tosses them aside without a drop of shame and waits. I could learn to enjoy this. She goes from being in charge to being compliant. I want to feel her naked body pressed to mine.

Before I can act, there’s a knock at the door. I look at Hot Girl for a second and she says, “Go ahead and answer it. I’m not going anywhere.” She leans back against the pillows.

I’m torn, I don’t want to leave her—not even for a second—but the asshole is knocking more urgently now. I swear and grab my jeans, pulling them on fast, and then pull on my shirt. I walk over to the door and yank it open. When I see who’s there, I step into the hallway, closing the door behind me.

Quin is grinning. “Lovely place to spend the night.”

I glare at him and hiss, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass. Come on. I stumbled on something, but it’ll be gone by morning.”

I glance at the door. “I can’t walk out on her. She’ll never forgive me.”

Quin scoffs, “You’ll never see her again. Your ass is on the line. Fix it and then nail some other girl. She’s a piece of ass, they’re all the same.”

He sounds completely reasonable, but in the back of my mind, I know this one is different. If I leave now, I shoot any chance I have of being with her to hell.

Quin tugs at me. “Come on. We’re running out of time. We have to get there before the shredding company.”

“Where are we going?”

“Bardenbey.” The company that should have been mine. The company I nearly bankrupted. “It could save your ass.”

I walk away from the woman on the other side of the door without an explanation.