“Hey, hey, hey. Let’s not have a complete breakdown in the middle of the resort.” Monica drags me sideways into a powder room with marble counters and soft lighting. She grabs a tissue, dabs my cheeks, and tells me, “It’s going to be okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” I sob, crying fully now, and stuttering like an idiot. “B-billy w-was the very best thing that ever h-happened to me. I’ll d-do anything to get him b-back.”
“Then, you shall.” She states firmly and spins me to the mirror. “Chin up. You can do this.”
I rip a tissue from the box, and blot under my lashes where my mascara is smudged. Then, I splash a little water on my face, and reapply my lipstick. Monica is watching me with her arms crossed, probably waiting for me to fall apart again, but I won’t. If I want to make up with Billy, it’s now or never.
I pop another button open and straighten my blouse.
Monica’s eyebrows shoot up. “Damn, Kayla.”
Then I flip my skirt up and shimmy out of my panties. The barely-there lace drops to my ankles. I step out, scoop them up, and shove them deep into my purse. The cool air whispers against my bare cheeks, and a reckless thrill shoots straight to my core.
“Holy shit,” Monica looks like her eyes are about to fall out of her head. “You’re really invested in this.” She giggles. “Full commando. Nice job. I had no idea you two were that hot. You never told me the details.”
“Details?” I laugh, sounding more confident than I feel. “He used to pin me against the barn wall before I could even say hello. I miss it. I miss him. Desperately.” I smooth the skirt down, but it’s so short every step feels like a dare. “I’m winning him back tonight, Mon. No more tears.”
She grins like a proud big sister. “That’s my girl. Let’s move.”
We slip out of the bathroom, and head down a narrow hallway with twinkling lights overhead. The muffled sound of a band playing holiday music is getting louder. Monica squeezes my arm and points. “He’s right behind the first door on your left. Are you ready?”
My pulse races, adrenaline charges through my system. “This is war. I wasbornready to fight for him.”
“Good luck, my friend. Text me if you get a chance. I’ll be thinking of you every minute.”
“Thank you for everything, Mon.” I give her a quick hug and watch her head down the hallway back to where we came from.
Chapter two
Kayla
I decide not to hesitate, or allow myself a second to chicken out, and take off toward the mystery door. I cautiously grip the handle and walk into semi-darkness. This must be the entrance leading to the party. I can hear the band and a crowd laughing directly ahead. I keep moving until I see the dance floor. The room is decorated in green velvet with sparkling lights and red ribbons dangling from above.
My eyes cut straight to the corner, to a colorful Santa house draped in fake snow. Billy’s there, six-foot-four of muscle poured into a baggy red velvet, white trimmed costume, with his massive legs sprawled on the oversized throne. The last kid in line toddles away, and a staffer starts looping a rope across the entrance. I think they’re about to close up shop.They treated him to a suite. He booked a private lesson.
Not if I get to him first. If there’s one thing Billy and I were really good at, it was fucking. Raw, filthy, can’t-walk-straight-tomorrow fucking. Chemistry like that doesn’t fade; it just waits to spark up again.
I keep my head down, letting my blond hair cover my face as I weave through the shadows in my spiky heels and bare bottom.
The guy commandeering the rope, reaches and lifts it. “One more?” I say extra cheerfully with a lazy wave.
“You with the party?” He nods toward the dance floor behind us. I accidentally on purpose, tug my blouse a little lower and watch his gaze drop to my breasts.
“Absolutely,” I lie, in a voice as sweet as honey. I slip past him and hear the rope click shut behind me. Then the lights dim.
Billy’s just around the corner in his gingerbread house. I refuse to hesitate and walk straight to him. It’s dark in this area, so I’m not sure he knows it’s me. I don’t give him time to look up and slide onto his lap like I never left it.
The fake fur is coarse, delicious friction against my bare pussy. I breathe him in, inhaling everything I’ve missed. The worn leather, masculine spicy cologne scent makes my body respond like a desperate addict. I’m already wet, craving every inch of him. Billy’s gaze snaps to mine and I see the shock register in his eyes, and then, the heat.
I curl my hand around his neck and drag my breasts with my hard nipples against his solid velvet-covered chest. Brushing my lips against his ear and whisper, “I’ve missed you so fucking much. I dream about your perfect cock stuffing me full, fucking me until I can’t think.”
His breath stutters. “What the actual fuck are you doing here?”
I rock against him slowly. “I’m here to please you, Santa. To apologize for hurting you. You can do anything you want to me.” I check behind me and see the coast is clear, and swing my leg up. I shift, careful not to snag my heel on his coat, and straddle him. I’m soaked and have to bite back a moan. Fuck. This man is my kryptonite. I drop my voice to a filthy whisper. “I’m wet just thinking about sucking your cock, milking you dry.”I’m not lying.
Billy might be in shock. He’s breathing raggedly now and settles his hand on my hip. “Are you?” I feel him swell beneath me as he peers at my crotch and sneaks a few fingers under my skirt. One thick fingertip traces my wet seam. “Fuck.”
I lean in, with my lips grazing his ear again. “Let me be Santa’s little fuck toy. Use me. If you’re getting revenge with some riding lesson—” His whole body goes rigid. “—then take it out on me.”
