Reindeer Sex Games
Red Velvet Christmas (multi-author series)
by Lacey Savage
eBook ISBN: 06722-02163
Nikki McAvoy knows of only one way to make it through the holiday season unscathed, and that’s by hooking up with a stranger on Christmas Eve. When she spots Rudolph at the bar, she knows she’s got her man. A bit of flirting leads to much, much more… and soon Nikki is spread-eagled and tied to a bed, playing the kind of reindeer games she’s only fantasized about.
Note: This title has no chapter breaks. Please enjoy the first scene.
Nikki McAvoy stomped the snow off her heavy boots and brushed flakes off her coat as she shrugged out of it. She scanned the bar, flitting over the group of seniors playing cards at the far table, and the college-age kids gathered around the only pool table in the place. A pang of disappointment settled in her belly. This wasn’t exactly the lively crowd she’d been hoping for.
Maybe she should have hopped a cab and gone downtown, but the concierge at the hotel across the street, where she was staying, had suggested The Midnight Hour when she’d asked for a recommendation to a busy watering hole. He’d been kind enough when he’d pointed out the place, but she hadn’t missed the pity in his eyes, or the way he kept glancing at his watch. It was past ten p.m., and she supposed he had a family he’d rather be with on Christmas Eve. Instead he was stuck manning the front desk at the Intercontinental Hotel, pandering to tourists and lonely businesspeople. He’d probably pegged her for the latter, but he was wrong. She wasn’t a businessperson, nor was she lonely.
All right, so maybe she was a little lonely. But hopefully not for much longer.
As one of the best pilots working for Top Jets International, Nikki flew celebrities, CEOs, and politicians across the world at a moment’s notice. She chose to work over Christmas, even though business was often slow this time of year, because traveling the world was a whole lot less depressing than being stuck in her tiny New York apartment eating takeout pizza on Christmas Day.
Three years ago, Nikki had started a new tradition. She picked up a stranger on Christmas Eve, and rather than waking up to a barren apartment, she woke to a chiseled chest and an eager cock. Since her parents had both passed away nearly a decade earlier, and she had no other close family to speak of, her holiday one-night stand tradition worked for her.
No one else would understand, but then, she didn’t need anyone to. She was used to the sympathy she saw in people’s gazes when they realized she was alone on Christmas Eve. But heck, Nikki was willing to bet she ended up having more fun during the holidays than most of them did.
Nikki hung her coat on the hook by the front door and glanced around once more. Two middle-aged women huddled close together at a table in the middle of the room, talking in hushed whispers. An attractive African-American couple sipped beers without looking at one another. And Nikki would bet her last dime that the woman sitting on a man’s lap in the shadowy corner of the bar was a prostitute. Her short, glittery skirt and killer heels gave her away. Who wore five-inch heels on a night when they were expecting thirteen inches of snow?
Nikki wiped her wet boots on the welcome mat before making her way to the other side of the pub, where the bartender, a short brunette with freckles dusting her button nose, spun a bottle in the air only to catch it behind her back. Only three other people occupied the wooden stools, all men, and all unworthy of more than a cursory glance. Their dull, alcohol-blunted gazes were glued to the bartender’s shirt, which strained and gaped slightly across her breasts when she moved.
Nikki chose an empty stool far enough away from the other patrons, and folded her hands in front of her.
“What can I get you?” The bartender, whose nametag read Vivian, set the bottle down and beamed a smile Nikki’s way. It seemed genuine enough, but strained around the edges, and her blue eyes held that same hint of pity she’d seen on the concierge’s face.
“Whatever you’ve got on tap is fine.”
Vivian nodded, grabbed a frosted mug, and slid it under the tap. A moment later, a frothy stream of beer filled the container. Vivian stopped it with an expert flick of her wrist just as the foam reached the top of the mug, and pushed it across the bar’s surface. It came to a stop in front of Nikki without a single drop spilling over the rim.
Nikki wrapped her cold hands around the icy mug and took a sip of the bitter brew.
“Shot of whiskey. No ice.”
The unexpected voice, smooth and velvety with a husky note, ratcheted Nikki’s pulse up a few notches. She took another sip of her beer, but rather than glance up at the man now standing beside her, she watched Vivian instead. The woman’s eyes had widened, and a faint blush crept over her cheeks. She reached for the bottle of whiskey behind her with one hand, while the other went to the top of her blouse and unhooked another button.
There was no pity in her gaze now. Just pure, unadulterated delight.
Nikki set her mug down and spun around slightly. Her knees brushed the newcomer’s legs, drawing his attention. He glanced down at her, first in irritation, and then with unmistakable interest. Nikki’s heart leaped in her chest.
Oh yeah. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for. The man was tall, easily six feet five, with dark hair that touched his shoulders and curled slightly inward. He sported a slight stubble that gave his lean cheeks a rugged appearance. His jaw was pronounced, his lips full, his eyes dark and intense. And his nose…
Nikki frowned. The tip of his nose was a deep shade of red. She shrugged inwardly, dismissing the oddity. Either he’d started drinking long before he got here, or he’d just come in from the cold. She was willing to bet her nose and cheeks had looked as red as his when she’d first walked in. The local weather forecaster had been calling for record lows tonight, and warning Bostonians to stay indoors. Not that she’d intended to listen. Having grown up in Grand Forks, North Dakota, she was no stranger to cold and snow.
“Beer, on a night like this?” He raised an eyebrow in the direction of her mug just as Vivian handed him his glass of whiskey. He barely acknowledged her as he took it, and the pout on her pretty face told Nikki that didn’t happen often.
“Why not?” She matched his raised eyebrow with a lifted one of her own. “Let me guess. You’re used to women who order hot chocolate and bitch about the cold.”
He laughed, the sultry sound sending a flicker of awareness through her bloodstream. Her nipples pebbled beneath her turtleneck sweater.
“Something like that. Besides, I thought you’d want something that would warm you up. Something a little stronger. A little harder.” He lifted his glass in a mock toast before draining it in one gulp. She watched his throat move as he swallowed, and her own mouth went dry. Damn, but he really was gorgeous. He wore a heavy leather jacket over a white button-down shirt. Her gaze slid lower as she admired his lean hips and the way his dark jeans molded to his endlessly long legs before searching his left hand for a wedding ring. When she didn’t spot one, she released the breath she’d been holding.
“I’m Nikki,” she said, extending a hand.
“Rudy.” He took it, sliding his thumb across the sensitive skin at her wrist, drawing a shuddering sigh from her.
Nikki squeezed her thighs together. Her inner walls clenched, and a trickle of moisture seeped between her folds to wet her panties. Reluctantly she let go of his hand and took another sip of her beer, then let her tongue sweep out to lick the froth sticking to her upper lip. Rudy’s gaze followed her movement, his pupils growing darker and larger. He leaned closer, as though magnetically drawn forward by her gesture.
Emboldened, she rose from her stool so she could stare him in the eye. Not that she could do it without tipping her head back, but it gave her a little more leverage. “You read my mind, you know.” She took a step forward, then pressed herself just close enough to him so her breasts barely brushed his chest. No other part of her touched him, but that was enough to get her point across. “I have been craving something hard. Something that would warm me up on a night like this. You have any suggestions?”
His eyes widened as he searched her face, probably looking for signs that she was putting him on. “The whiskey’s pretty good.”
“Not exactly what I had in mind.” Arousal swam through her veins, and her heart thumped solidly inside her chest as she decided to push a little further. She slipped her hand in the small outside pocket of her purse and pulled out a key. “I have a room at the Intercontinental, just across the street. It’s got a mini bar, and I swear I saw some whiskey in there. Would you like to continue this conversation…” She let her voice trail off and stood on her tiptoes, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Naked?”