Page 1 of Merry Christmas To Me
Prologue
Ididn’t know half the people here.
Don’t get me wrong, though. It was the party Charles deserved, but I was sure he probably didn’t know half these motherfuckers, either.
Looking around, it wasn’t hard to see why most of the drunken assholes here were in attendance. Word must have gotten around that River was throwing Charles a bachelor party, and every swinging dick outside of Amish Country knew what that meant.
Tits and ass, with some action at pussy, if you were lucky.
And there was enough tits and ass to go around, believe me.
“Holy shit,” Maze Walker walloped like the drunken fool he was. “Did you see the new piece that just walked in?” Even though it was only the first of December, he sounded like a kid on Christmas morning. “That asshole Rodney Alves managed to get first dibs, but I’m calling second.” His eyebrows danced. “She’s hot enough for sloppy seconds.”
I wasn’t surprised. When you ran with the rough and tumble crowd, it was hard to be shocked anymore. I owned Bentley Auto & Mechanics, and being a mechanic, my circle of friends ran towards the more aggressive type. Mechanics, bikers, construction workers, etc. You know, the type who didn’t know one thing about refined sensibilities.
That was us.
So, Maze announcing he had no objections to sloppy seconds wasn’t anything new. I’ve seen a lot of women shared among my friends in my lifetime, and I was only thirty-two.
“That’s her,” he said, elbowing me in my side. Maze was barely pushing six-foot, and I was six-foot-four, so his elbow met my waist instead of my bicep. But the second I turned my head to see who he was talking about, I knew something was wrong.
She didn’t belong here.
She wasn’t one of the strippers, hookers, or free pussy walking around here. Even from where I was standing in the kitchen, you could see the surprise she was trying to mask at everything that was going on around her.
Fisher Noel was getting his dick sucked not five feet away from her. Hell, there was enough sucking and fucking in this place that it might as well be a whorehouse in Nevada.
“She’s here for who?” I asked Maze.
“Rodney Alves,” he replied. “She was asking for him, so I figured he called dibs.”
I didn’t know a Rodney Alves, but that didn’t mean anything. Like I said, I didn’t know most of the people in this place. It was a bachelor party for the ages, and the only reason Charles had agreed to it and was still here, was because his fiancé, Maxine, trusted him completely.
He also had a t-shirt on that read ‘Touch me and you’ll die’, so there was that. Charles loved Maxine and there wasn’t enough silicone in the world that could make him stray.
Leaving Maze in the kitchen, I headed towards her to see what she was doing here. And the closer I got to her, the more I could see that Maze was completely wrong about her.
She wasn’t worth sloppy seconds.
She was too beautiful to ever be shared with anyone else.
If she were mine, motherfuckers would die for just looking at her too long.
I was two feet away from her when her eyes widened, and shock took hold of her beautiful features. “Oh, God…” she mouthed.
I turned to see what had caught her attention, and some guy had two girls all over him. Tits were out and one of his hands was hidden beneath a skirt, and there was no mistaking where this was headed.
I reached for her, but she didn’t notice me until I had my hand wrapped around her arm. “Hey, are you-”
“Sia?” Both our heads turned, and the guy who’d been covered in tits and ass was stumbling towards her. “What are you doing here?”
I could barely hear her voice over the noise and music, but she said, “I…I had a surpri-”
“Sia, it’s not what it looks like,” he lied, and I let go of her arm. As beautiful as she was, I wasn’t looking for this kind of hot mess tonight.
So, I turned from the fighting couple and made my way to a happier section of the party. And that ended up being in the upstairs bathroom getting my dick sucked by a sexy brunette.
