A few snickers erupted around the room.
Damn. Rael wasn’t the only one in on it.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, tearing off the rest of the paper as I stared down at the frame in my hands. “You fuckers,” I blurted, shaking my head at the photo. I was wearing the French maid costume and had a feather duster in my hand, cleaning the bar in my heels. Behind me, etched into the mirror above the bar, was the club’s logo.
Guffaws filled the room, and the laughter was infectious as I shook my head, unable to keep a straight face.
“Told you he wouldn’t pitch a fit. The kid isn’t a pussy. He can take a joke,” Rael declared proudly.
It was another full-circle moment for me as I caught the way Rael glanced in my direction. He tussled my hair as he closed in, slapping me on the back. Genuine affection reflected in his mischievous smile as I was reminded for the second time tonight how lucky I was to be a part of this club. I wasn’t sure what would have become of me without Rael and Grim.
“We got a gift for you too,” Rael announced, tossing a package to Toad.
He didn’t hesitate to tear off the paper, staring at the box in his hands before flipping the whole room off. Laughter erupted again as Rael ticked his head at Diablo who blew a kiss at Toad.
Mammoth gestured to the gift. “Show us what you got, precious.”
Toad muttered under his breath and flipped the box around so we could all see the front. Grown men began laughing so hard they nearly cried. I couldn’t help chuckling at the contents within. Thank fuck I didn’t get that gift.
“Figured you could use some help, so you know how to use your pecker when you find a woman.”
Hannibal’s comment unleashed lewd and suggestive jokes for several minutes as the discussion turned downright raunchy. Toad’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he shrugged his shoulders, opening the box and tugging the blow-up doll out. She had bright yellow hair and full, red lips shaped in a perfect ‘o’.
Someone tossed a bottle of lube in his direction as Toad caught it. “You’re all assholes.”
Diablo sauntered over and looped his arm around Toad’s neck. “Don’t go in dry. You might get road rash.”
I swear to fuck, not a single person could speak for a full minute because we laughed so hard that we could hardly breathe. My cheeks hurt as I kept chuckling, noticing that Grim was watching all of us and seemed to relax for once. There was something almost sad about the way he stayed on the sidelines, and I wondered if someone or something was making him feel that way. Maybe he was missing a girl too.
When he caught my stare, he tilted his head toward the door, giving me the chance to escape. I rushed out the door and away from the party, hopping into one of the SUVs on the lot. With the high winds currently battering against the vehicle, I held onto the steering wheel tight. The weather had grown bitterly cold, and I reluctantly left my bike in the garage.
Christmas music filtered through the speakers as my thoughts turned to Stefanie, and I sped out of the gate, racing toward my girl.
“WOW,” I WHISPERED,staring at the vision in front of me with awe, dazzled by Stefanie’s beauty as she clutched at the tiny purse in her hand. A tight, little red dress clung to her body in all the right places ending just above her knees.
In the light, she sparkled brighter than the colorful ornaments on the tree in her living room. “Wow,” I repeated, fighting against the massive wood I had just sported. Couldn’t help it. She looked good enough to nibble on and ten times sweeter than the candy canes hanging off the branches.
“It’s freezing. Get in here, silly.” Stefanie tugged on my arm and hauled me inside, shivering as I tried not to stare at the way her perky tits bounced at the top of her dress.
I was so fucked. So. Fucked.
How the hell was I going to make it through the night without acting on all the urges in my body? She made me feel things I wasn’t sure how to handle. Sexual need coiled my body tight, but it wasn’t because I just wanted to sleep with her. Sure, I’d had about a million fucking dreams about it. My cock was going to permanently bend to the right after all the tugging I’d done since we met, but that wasn’t why I felt such a pull toward her.
Stefanie made me feel special. Like I was tough and important and needed. She looked at me like she couldn’t get enough. That smile of hers punched right into my heart with that delicious little dimple on the left side that only popped out when she looked my way. And then she did this little inhale when our eyes met like her heart was jackhammering inside her chest, and she couldn’t suck in a breath fast enough. Like all she saw were stars as numerous as the Nevada sky and twinkling merrily all around my head.
Fuck if I didn’t feel all of that too.
My greedy gaze couldn’t stop following every movement she made, devouring all the ripe, sensual curves that were on display for my viewing pleasure. Her skin glowed under the festive lights that danced behind her. She’d placed them on a setting where they blinked, traveled along the length of the tree, and then slowly faded in and out. A train traveled in a figure-eight beneath and chugged happily as it raced along the track. Tinsel and garland weaved in and out of all the colored balls, popcorn strings, and the remaining ornaments.
The tree dazzled the eye but had nothing on Stefanie.
Lifting one hand, I caressed the side of her face and ran my thumb across the delicate line of her jaw. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, lowering my head and capturing her mouth with a kiss.
Usually, I tried to restrain myself and not unleash the full extent of my hunger, but it was impossible tonight. I never experienced anything as sugarplum sweet as her lips. My mouth devoured hers as my tongue forced through the seam, and I tasted her as thoroughly as I desired, deepening that kiss as her fingers danced up my shirt and pushed my jacket over my shoulders.
There was no way I was going to stop what was happening between us. I’d do my best not to take her virginity tonight, but I wanted to feel the silken warmth between her thighs, and I needed to know if she tasted as intoxicating below as she did in her mouth. Who said I couldn’t give her an orgasm for Christmas? That wasn’t breaking any rules.
She would still be innocent.