“Whatever, just don’t be late.”
“I won’t.” I hung up the phone and went back to work. Work is what I needed to get the woman who rocked my world with a single kiss off my mind.
***
Five days. Five freakingdays since I saw her. Five days since I kissed her, and five fucking days since I felt like a semi-sane human being. Every night I searched the club for my little innocent, but she was nowhere to be found. If I didn’t get hard every time, I thought about her and that kiss, then I would have thought she was a freaking mirage or a figment of my imagination.
I knew she was real. I hadn’t lost my mind completely, and if I didn’t find her again then I felt like I just might be at the end of my rope. With one kiss she turned me into a lovesick besotted fool. My dick was hard each time I thought of her, but if I even considered trying to slate my lust for her on anyone else my stomach turned. I needed her. She was a drug, and I was a junkie, totally addicted to her sweetness.
There were already cars parked at Tyson’s house. I recognized most of them, and I knew I was running late. I grabbed the gifts for the kids that I had picked up. Teddy bears all around, the bottle of wine for the hosts because my mama would never forgive me if I didn’t bring a gift for the hosts, and my gift for the exchange, an eighteen-year single malt scotch. I had every intention of picking the bottle for myself.
I made my way up to the door of Tyson and Serena’s modest craftsman home and rang the doorbell.
“Hey man,” Tyson opened the door and greeted me with a handshake and a half man hug.
“Sorry I’m late, man. I had someone call out at the club so I had to find a replacement so I could come here instead of filling in at the bar.”
“No problem, man. I can’t believe you are even open tonight.”
I laughed and shrugged out of my jacket and placing it over the side of the banister. “Sex sells man. People get lonely at the holidays and want to not feel so alone.”
“Makes sense, I guess, but still...It’s Christmas Eve.”
“It’s about time you got here.” Serena came in glowing as she always did when she was pregnant which had pretty much been since the moment I met her.
“Merry Christmas.” I handed her a bottle of wine I knew she wouldn’t be drinking anytime soon. “I got gifts for the kids.” I handed her the three bags. So far it was just Bow, Olivia, and Olivia’s baby sister Violet, but at this rate, next year I would be having to buy for a lot more little ones around this group. It seemed my friends couldn’t help but knock their women as soon as they found them. Serena was pregnant again, but only just at the beginning of her pregnancy, Skylar, Rhett’s wife was about to pop, and I would bet Paisley, Lexi, or Samantha would be announcing a pregnancy soon enough. They were all regular members at the club, though they often preferred the private rooms to the main lobby. Mainly because Dax and Liam were faculty at the local university and Maddox was a detective on the force. Tyson was the assistant district attorney, and Serena’s dad was a judge.
Each of them had their reasons for keeping their kinks behind closed doors, and I could respect that. Hell, I didn’t hardly scene in the club anymore, mainly because I had too much going on and not enough time, but also because I didn’t have someone I wanted to scene with, except for maybe that beautiful brunette from the other night.
“That’s so sweet. I’m sure the girls will love them.” She took them from me with a big smile, “Come on in, dinner is ready, and you were the last to arrive.”
“Great.”
I followed behind Tyson and Serena as we went toward their dining room. It was a late dinner because they typically fed the kids early and sent them to bed soon after the party started, at least that was how it worked last year.
“Hey, Savage.” Maddox called out. I turned to look toward him and call out a greeting and froze. There she was, standing beside Samantha who was talking with Dax and Lexi, my little brunette who ran away had just fallen into my lap and I wasn’t about to let her get away again.
“Hey Mad.” I said not taking my eyes off my brunette as I made my way to the group across the room. “And who do we have here?” There was no way I was not getting her name this time. I’d spent too many freaking nights dreaming about her and wanting her since we kissed under the mistletoe.
“This is Kendall Porter; she’s Bow and Olivia’s teacher. We thought she could use some adult company tonight since the only Christmas parties she goes to have glitter, glue, and kids.” Samantha laughed. “By the way, you never did tell us if you ever made it over to the Deviance Christmas party.” Samantha looked back at me, “Damian owns the club.”
“Umm,” I watched as she licked her lips nervously, her eyes flickering towards me before she answered. “Yeah, I made it.” She paused unsure of what to say. “It was, interesting.”
“EEK, you went?” Serena moved into the group beside Kendall and pulled her attention from me. “I was worried you wouldn’t go, but I’m so glad you did. Come on, we have got to have some girl talk while we get the finishing touches on dinner.”
“Not so fast, Minx.” Tyson said noticing my look irritation. “Girl talk later. We need to get the kids upstairs and tucked in. Let’s go give them the presents that Damian brought.”
Serena rolled her eyes, and I bit back a grin knowing she would be getting a spanking for that after the party. Tyson maneuvered Serena and Samantha away to get the kids their gifts, leaving me an opening to talk to Kendall. I would definitely be giving the scotch to Tyson at the end of the night if I ended up with it, and if I didn’t, I’d damn well shell out another hundred and fifty dollars for another bottle for him.
“If y’all will excuse us,” I loosely wrapped my arm around Kendall’s waist and guided her with me toward Tyson’s office. I doubted he would mind me using it for a minute.
When we went into what was supposed to be the formal dining room downstairs, I shut the pocket doors behind us, giving us a little bit of privacy from prying eyes and curious ears. I leaned against the doors and stared at my beautiful brunette. She was wearing jeans and a red sweater that matched her lipstick. Her boots were brown and went up her calves.
It was crazy that she was so fucking sexy, and she wasn’t even trying to be. I think that is what made me want her even more. “You are more beautiful than I remember, Sweetness.” I pushed off the door and moved toward her pulling her against my body and tucking her hair behind her ear. “I have to see if you taste as sweet as I remember, too.”
I captured her lips quickly; my body grew hard and tight at the first addicting taste of her. My memory was nothing compared to the reality. She tasted like strawberries. Her lips were soft, and succulent made for kissing and fucking. I groaned and deepened the kiss at the idea of her lips wrapped around my cock.
When she moaned and went weak against me, I pulled back just enough so I could ask her the question I had been dying to ask her since she ran out on me. “Why,” I kissed her head. “Did,” I stroked her jaw and placed a kiss on her cheek, “You leave?” I finished my question and placed a kiss on her thundering pulse in her neck.