in the dark, removing her hand from his cock. “I don’t have a condom tucked away in my Santa suit, and your brothers will kill me if they find us in here.”
She swallowed a disappointed wail. Screw her brothers. And screw not having a condom. Carly tugged her dress into place, the velvet tickling her bare skin. Oh! Her panties were somewhere on the floor.
“I, ah, need the light on,” she said.
He flicked the switch, and she blinked away colored stars. Kip dangled her panties in front of her nose.
“Looking for these?” He backed her up against the wall for a last hot kiss. “Rain check on the making love to you part?”
Her face flamed as she snatched her panties from his hand and tugged them on.
One glance at his bluer-than-blue eyes and she was sunk. She sighed and nodded. Denying she wanted him in her bed, in her , was as pointless as denying Christmas would arrive in four short days.
Chapter 7
Tending bar one small memory away from a constant hard-on was challenging, to say the least, and Kip was grateful for the short apron tied around his hips.
He slid over Mrs. T’s usual tipple of gin and tonic to West, who’d been commandeered as her personal waiter, and then grabbed another two glasses to fulfil the next order of Jack-and-ginger-no-ice, and two Speight’s. Due South’s door opened to a cacophony of feminine laughter, local women pouring into the bar. Piper, Shaye, Kezia—and, oh, bugger it, his three sisters—plus four other regulars, and Carly. Carly with her braids freed into long, loose waves, wearing a dark-blue dress with a belt, a thin gold chain around one slender ankle, and red polish on her toenails.
Details he’d never notice about any other woman in the rowdy group, but then, he couldn’t get Carly’s more intimate details off his mind, either. The addicting taste of her as she’d sobbed out her release, the tiny strawberry birthmark close to her pretty pale-red pubic hair, the way she’d ridden his mouth like a rodeo queen.
Rock hard cock in three…two…one. Kip moved closer to the bar, so when the women crowded around it, his sisters wouldn’t spot him panting over his co-worker like a horny teenager.
“Ladies,” he said, measuring out the Jack Daniels and tipping it into the glass. “Take a seat, and I’ll grab your orders in a moment.”
Carly shot him a short smile and glanced away again, a rosy blush appearing on her cheeks. The women headed for a large table, except for two of his sisters.
“Kipper, you look exhausted.” Vee propped her elbows on the bar and leaned her chin on her palms. “Are you working too hard tonight? Missing Carly beside you?”
Vee blinked innocently, but Kip wasn’t fooled for a second.
“Where are the kids?” Safer to change the subject since his jeans were currently cutting off circulation to a certain area.
Lizzie draped her arm over Vee’s shoulder. “Mum and Dad are on babysitting duty because the girls asked us here for Christmas drinkie-poos. Expect some wild behavior tonight; our men are arriving tomorrow.”
Vee’s mouth thinned to a straight line, her jaw turning rigid. Lizzie had a way of blurting out things without thinking of other people’s feelings—like how Vee’s ex-fiancé wouldn’t be joining her this Christmas.
“You all have fun, then. I’ll drive you home after my shift ends.”
Vee’s mouth softened, her eyes growing hopeful.
Kip bid a silent goodbye to plans of sneaking over to Carly’s house and into her bed. He sighed. “And then you can make popcorn, and we’ll watch freaking Die Hard …again.”
Vee grinned and held out a fist for him to bump.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “You could at least choose a nice Christmas movie, like A Wonderful Life .”
Kip shooed them away from the bar, Vee making finger-down-throat gestures and Lizzie laughing.
Sometimes, his sisters drove him insane, but at other times, he missed them like crazy, so he’d spend some time with them while they
She swallowed a disappointed wail. Screw her brothers. And screw not having a condom. Carly tugged her dress into place, the velvet tickling her bare skin. Oh! Her panties were somewhere on the floor.
“I, ah, need the light on,” she said.
He flicked the switch, and she blinked away colored stars. Kip dangled her panties in front of her nose.
“Looking for these?” He backed her up against the wall for a last hot kiss. “Rain check on the making love to you part?”
Her face flamed as she snatched her panties from his hand and tugged them on.
One glance at his bluer-than-blue eyes and she was sunk. She sighed and nodded. Denying she wanted him in her bed, in her , was as pointless as denying Christmas would arrive in four short days.
Chapter 7
Tending bar one small memory away from a constant hard-on was challenging, to say the least, and Kip was grateful for the short apron tied around his hips.
He slid over Mrs. T’s usual tipple of gin and tonic to West, who’d been commandeered as her personal waiter, and then grabbed another two glasses to fulfil the next order of Jack-and-ginger-no-ice, and two Speight’s. Due South’s door opened to a cacophony of feminine laughter, local women pouring into the bar. Piper, Shaye, Kezia—and, oh, bugger it, his three sisters—plus four other regulars, and Carly. Carly with her braids freed into long, loose waves, wearing a dark-blue dress with a belt, a thin gold chain around one slender ankle, and red polish on her toenails.
Details he’d never notice about any other woman in the rowdy group, but then, he couldn’t get Carly’s more intimate details off his mind, either. The addicting taste of her as she’d sobbed out her release, the tiny strawberry birthmark close to her pretty pale-red pubic hair, the way she’d ridden his mouth like a rodeo queen.
Rock hard cock in three…two…one. Kip moved closer to the bar, so when the women crowded around it, his sisters wouldn’t spot him panting over his co-worker like a horny teenager.
“Ladies,” he said, measuring out the Jack Daniels and tipping it into the glass. “Take a seat, and I’ll grab your orders in a moment.”
Carly shot him a short smile and glanced away again, a rosy blush appearing on her cheeks. The women headed for a large table, except for two of his sisters.
“Kipper, you look exhausted.” Vee propped her elbows on the bar and leaned her chin on her palms. “Are you working too hard tonight? Missing Carly beside you?”
Vee blinked innocently, but Kip wasn’t fooled for a second.
“Where are the kids?” Safer to change the subject since his jeans were currently cutting off circulation to a certain area.
Lizzie draped her arm over Vee’s shoulder. “Mum and Dad are on babysitting duty because the girls asked us here for Christmas drinkie-poos. Expect some wild behavior tonight; our men are arriving tomorrow.”
Vee’s mouth thinned to a straight line, her jaw turning rigid. Lizzie had a way of blurting out things without thinking of other people’s feelings—like how Vee’s ex-fiancé wouldn’t be joining her this Christmas.
“You all have fun, then. I’ll drive you home after my shift ends.”
Vee’s mouth softened, her eyes growing hopeful.
Kip bid a silent goodbye to plans of sneaking over to Carly’s house and into her bed. He sighed. “And then you can make popcorn, and we’ll watch freaking Die Hard …again.”
Vee grinned and held out a fist for him to bump.
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “You could at least choose a nice Christmas movie, like A Wonderful Life .”
Kip shooed them away from the bar, Vee making finger-down-throat gestures and Lizzie laughing.
Sometimes, his sisters drove him insane, but at other times, he missed them like crazy, so he’d spend some time with them while they
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