been. “I’ve been wondering something.”
“Yeah?”
“Why were you in Hank’s that night? It’s not exactly the kind of place for a young single woman to be alone.”
“Why not?”
I sat up and angled myself so I could see into her eyes. “It’s mostly drunks and deadbeats and. . . .”
“You were there.”
“Yeah, but I’m a guy. I can handle myself if someone tried to start trouble.”
Piper laughed. “I can handle myself just fine. Besides, Hank would never let anyone mess with me.”
“So, why were you there?”
“Hank has custody of his grandson, who’s in my art class. He’s a nice man.”
“But that place. . . .”
“Is the only place in this whole town where I can get a great mixed drink. No offense to your brother, but he can’t mix a drink to save his life.”
I busted out laughing. Her insulting Rob was totally fine with me. “I always told my dad that Landon’s needed to be more than whiskey and beer.”
“It’s not just that,” Piper said. “At Landon’s, I have to be everyone’s friend, the local art teacher, the Christmas program designer. Sometimes I just want to go some place where no one is going to give a shit how many cakes I make for the church bake sale.”
“I get that. It’s nice to disappear sometimes. But can you do it at a safer location?”
“Nope, there is nothing wrong with Hank’s. Landon’s is not the ‘good’ people bar, and Hank’s the ‘bad’ people bar. If I want to be social, I go to Landon’s. If I want to be alone, I go to Hank’s.”
“You didn’t want to be too alone. You picked me up.”
Piper started laughing so hard she doubled over. “Hardly. You had your sights set on me before I even noticed you.”
I caught her in my arms. “Hard not to notice a woman demanding an orgasm.”
CHAPTER SIX
DECEMBER 24, CHRISTMAS EVE
DREW
Piper! I wasn’t fully awake yet, but she was already on my mind. I could still smell her on my skin, still taste her on my lips. We’d spent last night nuzzled together on the park bench talking, laughing, and kissing like we were teenagers. And much like my teenage years, I didn’t get any. She’d driven herself home, leaving me with nothing but a serious case of blue balls. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and fired off a text.
Me: You were the first thing I thought of this morning when I woke up.
I waited a few minutes, hoping for a response. It was after ten, so she probably wasn’t still asleep. Maybe she was busy with last minute holiday preparations, since it was Christmas Eve. I put my phone down, but couldn’t get out of bed yet. My dick was just too damn hard. I hated to jerk off in my Nana’s house, but what the hell was I supposed to do? I’d planned to be here for over a week, so I’d have to beat off sometime, especially since Piper was driving me fucking crazy. I’d just slid my hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs when my phone dinged with a text, and I quickly grabbed it with my free hand.
Piper: Sweet! What are you doing?
I looked down at my other hand gripping my dick. She probably had no idea what a loaded question that was.
Me: I’m thinking about you.
Piper: What were you thinking?
Me: Let’s just say I’m still in bed.
Piper: You’re in bed thinking about me?
Me: Yep!
Piper: Are both your hands busy?
I started laughing. How the hell did she know? Are guys just that obvious?
Me: Maybe?
Piper: Wimp!
Me: Yes, both my hands are busy.
Piper: Tell me what you were thinking about?
Me: I have a better idea. How fast can you get here?
Piper: Busy today.
Me: Busy? All day?
Piper: Yep, but I’m free tonight.
Me: That’s a long time to wait.
Piper: Then don’t. I want you to come, thinking about me.
I looked down at my phone, unable to believe she just typed that sentence. I’d have to save this line of text forever.
Me: I want the real thing. I want you.
I waited what seemed like forever, staring down at my phone, but no
“Yeah?”
“Why were you in Hank’s that night? It’s not exactly the kind of place for a young single woman to be alone.”
“Why not?”
I sat up and angled myself so I could see into her eyes. “It’s mostly drunks and deadbeats and. . . .”
“You were there.”
“Yeah, but I’m a guy. I can handle myself if someone tried to start trouble.”
Piper laughed. “I can handle myself just fine. Besides, Hank would never let anyone mess with me.”
“So, why were you there?”
“Hank has custody of his grandson, who’s in my art class. He’s a nice man.”
“But that place. . . .”
“Is the only place in this whole town where I can get a great mixed drink. No offense to your brother, but he can’t mix a drink to save his life.”
I busted out laughing. Her insulting Rob was totally fine with me. “I always told my dad that Landon’s needed to be more than whiskey and beer.”
“It’s not just that,” Piper said. “At Landon’s, I have to be everyone’s friend, the local art teacher, the Christmas program designer. Sometimes I just want to go some place where no one is going to give a shit how many cakes I make for the church bake sale.”
“I get that. It’s nice to disappear sometimes. But can you do it at a safer location?”
“Nope, there is nothing wrong with Hank’s. Landon’s is not the ‘good’ people bar, and Hank’s the ‘bad’ people bar. If I want to be social, I go to Landon’s. If I want to be alone, I go to Hank’s.”
“You didn’t want to be too alone. You picked me up.”
Piper started laughing so hard she doubled over. “Hardly. You had your sights set on me before I even noticed you.”
I caught her in my arms. “Hard not to notice a woman demanding an orgasm.”
CHAPTER SIX
DECEMBER 24, CHRISTMAS EVE
DREW
Piper! I wasn’t fully awake yet, but she was already on my mind. I could still smell her on my skin, still taste her on my lips. We’d spent last night nuzzled together on the park bench talking, laughing, and kissing like we were teenagers. And much like my teenage years, I didn’t get any. She’d driven herself home, leaving me with nothing but a serious case of blue balls. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and fired off a text.
Me: You were the first thing I thought of this morning when I woke up.
I waited a few minutes, hoping for a response. It was after ten, so she probably wasn’t still asleep. Maybe she was busy with last minute holiday preparations, since it was Christmas Eve. I put my phone down, but couldn’t get out of bed yet. My dick was just too damn hard. I hated to jerk off in my Nana’s house, but what the hell was I supposed to do? I’d planned to be here for over a week, so I’d have to beat off sometime, especially since Piper was driving me fucking crazy. I’d just slid my hand under the waistband of my boxer briefs when my phone dinged with a text, and I quickly grabbed it with my free hand.
Piper: Sweet! What are you doing?
I looked down at my other hand gripping my dick. She probably had no idea what a loaded question that was.
Me: I’m thinking about you.
Piper: What were you thinking?
Me: Let’s just say I’m still in bed.
Piper: You’re in bed thinking about me?
Me: Yep!
Piper: Are both your hands busy?
I started laughing. How the hell did she know? Are guys just that obvious?
Me: Maybe?
Piper: Wimp!
Me: Yes, both my hands are busy.
Piper: Tell me what you were thinking about?
Me: I have a better idea. How fast can you get here?
Piper: Busy today.
Me: Busy? All day?
Piper: Yep, but I’m free tonight.
Me: That’s a long time to wait.
Piper: Then don’t. I want you to come, thinking about me.
I looked down at my phone, unable to believe she just typed that sentence. I’d have to save this line of text forever.
Me: I want the real thing. I want you.
I waited what seemed like forever, staring down at my phone, but no
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