Page 6 of Blizzards and Brews

Chapter Three

Spencer

Holiday Hollow was a fun, small town. Not quite what I had expected when I traveled down here for work, but I was pleasantly surprised nonetheless.

Although, I did have to say that it took me a moment to realize that people were genuinely being nice and kind to me because that’s who they were and not because they needed something.

Coming from the city, there was usually some kind of ulterior motive. I wouldn’t say it had left me jaded, but it had left me…let’s say, assertive.

I wasn’t afraid to speak my mind or say what I wanted, and when you were a six foot five alpha who was as thick as a tree trunk, that tended to go one of two ways. You either liked me or you didn’t, there was no in between.

An easygoing acoustic set pumped through the swinging open door of the brewpub I had settled my sights on. The name Holiday Brews was lit up across the front in old-fashioned lightsand from the amount of people that were here on a Tuesday evening, it seemed to be doing pretty well.

I took a seat at the rich mahogany counter, acknowledging the head nod from the bartender beforesheturned the corner and my breath caught. Her proximity next to me let me catch her scent.

The faint hint of iris and amber filled my lungs, a mere kiss on the air, but it had me instantly hardening as I struggled with my control.

Never in my life had I experienced such a visceral reaction from someone, and I was eager to find out every little thing I could about the blonde beta who walked around this place like she owned it. The confidence in her steps was sexy as fuck.

The bartender came over, and I quickly ordered a flight of their on-tap local drafts, before I went back to my stalking–I mean admiring.

It wasn’t long before I realized that she worked here, greeting people like long-lost friends, and even taking over for the bartender as the night wound down and the crowd dwindled.

I’d been nursing my beers and taking everything in, and I had to admit they knew what they were doing. The fact that my mystery woman was a part of that was just another check mark on all the reasons I should propose to her right now.

I had a cock ring in my bag in the car. She didn’t seem like the jewelry type but I was sure I could deliver in other ways.

Watching her work was like a peek behind the curtain. I quickly figured out she was right handed, was a hard worker, and had a smile that could turn heads. Yet, she seemed completely unaware. That or she didn’t care. Each time someone sent her a flirty smile she was already moving on to the next. Her teasing words and laughter filled the space, standing out to me in a sea of voices.

“Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to talk to me?” she finally asked, coming down to the end of the bar where I was sitting. She gave me a smirk as she cleared the mini glasses I was finished with.

I grinned. “Can’t I do both?”

“You can,” she said with a saucy wink. “But it remains to be seen if you can do bothwell.” She had my kind of fire and I found myself leaning closer to her, desperate for another breath of her scent.

“I guess that depends on if you’re afraid of the wilderness, angel.”

She laughed, and I immediately wanted her to do it again. “You may be a bear of a man, but that wouldn’t stop me from getting any honey.”

I wanted her honey. On my tongue, on my face. Dripping down my beard.

“I have a feeling little would stop you from getting what you want,” I said, not liking the brief flash of something else in her eye.

“And what is it you think I want?”

“Well, for tonight? I’m thinking that you want a smooth closing shift, a nice meal, and then a really, really good fucking.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Are you always this straightforward?”

“When I know what I want? Yes.”

“And you’ve decided that you want me?”

I licked my lips, taking a second to look her up and down. “I don’t just want you, angel. I need you.”

Her eyes darkened as they assessed me. She took a breath to steady herself and glanced down the bar as if to check and see if her boss heard. Finally when she looked back at me I knew she’d made her decision. There was pure sex in that gaze. She was all in.

Thank fuck.

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