Page 20 of All The Happily Ever Afters

“Merry Christmas,” I say, but I don’t bother raising my voice since I doubt she can hear me.

I haven’t had many people tell me that this season.Merry Christmas. I’m not used to hearing it anyway. Same with the rest of the holidays.

I grew up alone, and I’m fine with that. But it’s nice to hear holiday greetings occasionally. I can’t deny that. The older I get, the more I realize how much I want it.

I click my phone to check the time, shaking off the unwelcome feelings. Cary Ann’s gotta be closing up soon, so I might as well wait for my cherry.

I tap the phone against my jeans, staring at the building. This is bad news. I shouldn’t even be going after her, but Iwanther. Something about her is calling to me. I can’t justify it. In fact, this can only complicate things. But still I lie to myself.

I can convince her to stay away. I can keep her out of danger by getting close to her.

That’s enough to slip a smile across my face as I head on over to my bike and take a seat while I wait for her.

I get lost in my emails on my phone. Since I’ve been distracted with this heist, I’ve fallen behind on orders for my custom-made choppers. But I’m calling the delay a holiday break, and my customers don’t seem to mind. They don’t have much of a choice either. There’s a reason they come to me. No one can build choppers like I can. If I’d known all those years ago that I could make good money doing this, I never would’ve gone down the path I did. I shove down the regret. The past is in the past, and I’ve moved on.

I look up as a sweet little thing strolls out of the store and walks straight to a beat-up, faded white Honda in the parking lot. It’s not my girl, it’s the chick who was getting all wound up in the back room. I smile to myself remembering how pissed off she was, and return to my phone, wondering if the customer even got the doll.

I stop what I’m doing when I feel her eyes on me. For a moment, I freeze.Fuck. I shouldn’t be lingering out front. What if it seems suspicious? How fucking ironic would it be if I got caught because I was waiting for her? Something that has nothing to do with this shit I have planned.

The girl starts her car and sits there a minute, looking at me in her rearview before driving away. She looks back at me again when she gets to the stop sign and then pulls off as I meet her gaze.

No, that’s not gonna happen. My cherry will tell them I was just waiting on her. I know she will. Yeah, that’s just one more reason to pursue her. Now she’s my alibi.

Every time I was here, it was just to see her sweet ass and work up the courage to ask her out.

I grunt a laugh, seeing as how that’s sorta what happened, too. I’d feel pathetic over the thought if I really stopped to think about how this girl’s got me twisted up in knots, but I stop that thought in its tracks.

It’s the way she looks at me. I’m affecting her just as much and the moment she steps out of that store, I know I’m not gonna have any problems making her mine. As if accepting the challenge, she slips out of the building and locks the doors behind her.

I think about how easy it’d be to just lift them off of her. I could do that. Maybe I should. If we had the keys, it wouldn’t have to be a stick-up; without them we’d be left to break a window, and that would trigger the alarm. That’s something we don’t want. The thought lingers in my mind, but it’s quickly replaced by the sight of her lush ass in those jeans.

Damn, I can’t wait to get her writhing underneath me. My dick is rock hard as her hips sway and she strolls toward her car. I get off my bike and wait for her. She seems lost in thought as Ilean against her passenger side door. She doesn't even see me at all. She should be paying attention out here alone at night.

Fuck, my dick twitches in my jeans. We could fuck right here and right now, and no one would ever know. This town is old and small. Everyone’s home this late at night. And this shopping strip is mostly vacant and on the edge of town. We could get away with it.

My cherry’s not that kind of girl though, I know she’s not. She’s not gonna be giving it up that fucking easy. And I’m fine with waiting. For a night, anyway. And then I’ll make sure she warms up to me.

She finally looks up, and her eyes go wide as she takes me in and stops walking in her tracks. I give her a cocky smirk and nod my head. “You finally got off?”

She blushes at my words, and it’s only then that I realize the double meaning. My sweet cherry has a dirty mind.

“Vinny, right?” she asks, swinging the keys in her hand and walking up to me full of confidence with a playful smile gracing her lips.

Fuck, I love that about her. Her confidence. I know she’s a shy girl at heart, but she’s got a way of putting it all out there for me. I fucking love that.

“Cary Ann,” I reply and nod my head as I let my eyes roam down her tight body. I want her to see me appreciating her curves. It’s pretty fucking cold out here, and her coat’s hiding a lot of her body, but the plump part of her breasts is peeking up and flushed with the chill of the December night.

“What are you doing out here?” she asks as she moves around to her side of the car and I follow behind. She opens up the door and leans against it, giving me a generous view of her ass and taunting me. I adjust my dick real quick while she’s not looking, and she actually wiggles her ass some. She definitely teasing me.

“Oh, don’t tempt me,” I warn her as she puts the key in the ignition and starts her car. It’s not that cold that she’s gotta warm her car up. It never gets that cold this far south, but I do appreciate the view.

She blushes and looks over her shoulder. “Oh yeah?” she says before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. I wasn’t actually considering fucking her against her car, but if she keeps this up that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

“Come on, Cherry,” I say and lower my voice, “I’m trying to be good for you.”

She straightens herself as I walk closer to her. She looks up at me, batting those thick lashes as she says, “I heard you were bad.”

I stiffen at her confession, but she leans in and whispers, “That’s what I like about you.” Her hot breath tickles my neck as the sweet words touch my ear, and a playful smile spreads on my lips.

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