Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Over the past year, he had made it his mission to stop by the bar every Friday night, late, when there was no one around, demanding his drink.
Willow was always frosty, but he loved the outfits she wore, especially in the summertime when it was hot enough to melt the balls right off him.
He had wanted her badly, so many times, and he knew she wanted him. There was no getting away from their attraction to each other. Willow could feign ignorance, but her body spoke volumes.
It was cold once again, and he was freezing his balls off. It was Christmas Eve, and he planned to have a lot of fun with her tonight. For one year they had been doing this dance, the foreplay, and he was ready to cash in.
The last of the cars left the parking lot, and Rebel rode right in, parked his bike, and climbed off. He walked toward the door, and expected it to be locked, but it was open. Stepping into the door, he glanced across the bar to find his drink waiting for him, and Willow dressed in red, looking like a sexy Santa gift.
“Enjoy your drink and leave,” she said.
Willow had made the mistake of putting the key into the lock, so Rebel closed the door and flicked the lock into place. The sound seemed to echo throughout the bar.
“What are you doing?” Willow asked.
He took the key and slid it into his jacket pocket. “Would you look at that, this has just become a lock-in.”
“Don’t play games, Rebel. Enjoy your whiskey and leave. It’s Christmas, don’t you have someone else you need to get back to?”
“No, I don’t. The boys know I won’t be back until after New Year’s.”
“After New Year’s?” Willow let out a chuckle. “I don’t know what you think is happening right now, but you’re clearly deluded. There is no way you’re staying here until the New Year.” Her hands were flat on the countertop.
Rebel walked toward her and noted the flush to her cheeks as well as the hard points of her nipples. She might be protesting a little too much, but he didn’t mind.
“Do you remember what I promised you last Christmas?”
Willow opened her mouth and closed it. “No, I don’t.”
“You know, I never pegged you for a liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re certainly not telling the truth.” He gave a little tut. “And we both know you’ve been thinking about it all year long.”
Rebel had forced the proximity between them. His intention from the start had been to drive her crazy, and from the look in her eyes, he had succeeded.
“Look, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I don’t want to play it. Leave, Rebel.”
He put his hands flat on the counter, close to hers, but not quite touching.
Willow didn’t want him to leave, but he would give her the choice.
“I’ll drink my whiskey, and then I’ll talk to you, and if you want me to leave afterward, I will.” There was no way Willow would want him to leave.
Every other time he was at the bar, he drank his whiskey down in one, but tonight, he took his time, savoring it. He couldn’t help but watch Willow as he did this.
Her gaze kept dropping to his lips, then his neck, and even down toward his hands. He watched as she reached out as if to touch him, but always got herself under control and stopped.
He wanted to ask her why she did that, but instead picked up his drink and sipped it. The silence lingered for several minutes, as he knew it was going to drive her crazy, but he didn’t care.
Another long drink, and he waited, patiently.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” Willow said.
“So, the way I see it, Willow, we have two options. Option one—we keep that door locked for the next couple of days until you’re due to open again, and I show that body of yours what it’s been missing. I’m talking some real fucking. I don’t do the slow, making love. I want it hard, where you’re bouncing on my balls, and the only sounds you hear are those of you begging for more, and our flesh slapping together. Option two—I leave, and if I do that, I promise you, baby, I won’t be coming back. I know you want me. You have wanted me for the past year, but I don’t play these bullshit games of kiss and chase.” He lifted his glass. “You have until I finish this to decide.”
****
No one had ever treated her like this.
Sex for her hadn’t exactly been exciting or even fun. Her two former boyfriends had been selfish, caring more about their own orgasms than ever caring about hers. For a long time, she had thought she just didn’t like sex. What was to like?