Naughty Nicks (2 page)

Prologue

Blake sat at the bar, a warm beer in his hands, listening to “White Christmas” blaring from the speakers overhead. He’d been in this exact spot every night since Megs had walked out of their house a week ago. The thought of being home alone, surrounded by Christmas decorations, held absolutely no appeal to him. If he was the dramatic type, he’d have thought Megs had put everything up before telling him she’d been cheating and was going to leave him, just to ruin Christmas forever.

Actually, he had no doubt that was exactly what she’d intended.

The bitch.

The bartender kept checking on him, refilling his mug of draft when necessary and trying to engage him in conversation. Blake barely managed a few grunts in response. He didn’t have a civil bone in him these days and no doubt was giving off enough angsty vibes to scare off most sane people. What the hell was he going to do? Megs had dumped his ass for a man five years younger. While he wasn’t old by any stretch of the imagination, the thought of starting over again was far from pleasant. Christ, he’d been with her since first year of university. He’d never really done the whole dating scene, didn’t need to because he’d been blessed to have found the love of his life before going out on the prowl.

“The bitch.” He abandoned his beer and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay.

Get a fucking grip
,
man.

Peals of laughter exploded from a group of women that had fallen into the booth directly behind him an hour earlier. That should be him right now, out with friends enjoying the holidays and getting ready to spend a week doing wonderfully nasty things to his wife. Instead, his life consisted of running his property management company and coming here.

He’d even pushed aside putting the finishing touches on Naughty Nicks. It was going to be Megs’ present this year—a company she could run herself, something fun. When she’d mentioned the idea of running a stripper Santa company, he’d initially blown it off. But the more she chatted, teased about the premise, the more merit he thought it had. The final incorporation documents were sitting on his desk now, useless. One more good thing she’d ruined.

“Hi there, can I get another three Santa Shots, please?”

A young woman in her early twenties was now pressed against the bar, the outside of her thigh touching his knee. Blake should have pulled away, but it was nice to feel the contact, even if it was incidental. She wouldn’t have come up higher than his chin if he was standing, even with the Santa hat she currently wore. A mess of soft brown curls had escaped from beneath the felt hat, pinning them down close to her shoulders. Her black yoga pants accentuated her firm legs and he chanced a glance at her ass.
Nice.

A clearing of a throat had him looking up into an amused pair of brown eyes.
Oh shit.

“Sorry.” He did break the contact then and took hold of his mug once more.

“I don’t mind.” Her voice was cheerful, light. She leaned across the bar a bit further and started humming along with Bing Crosby. “I’ve seen you in here a lot this week.”

Frowning, Blake looked back at her. “Umm, yeah. It’s been a bad week.”

“I’ve had party after party. Between friends and clients I feel like I’m living here.” She smiled, making her eyes sparkle. “I haven’t seen you in here with anyone.”

“No.” Was she flirting with him? It felt a bit like flirting. Maybe she was some sort of counselor and wanted to make sure he wasn’t about to become an unpleasant holiday statistic. “My wife left me. I didn’t want to be alone so I figured this was as good a place as any.”

“Oh my God.” She snapped her mouth shut when the bartender came back with her shots. She took two of the three in her hands. “Just a sec.”

He couldn’t stop himself from watching her bounce over to the booth with her friends. Yep, really nice ass. She spoke with her entire body, her hands waving around her head before she leaned in and gave two of the girls hugs and grabbed her purse and coat. When she turned and caught him staring again, instead of giving him
the look
Megs and some of her friends might have, she simply cocked an eyebrow and smiled.

“I must look pretty pathetic for you to leave your friends,” he said as she pulled a stool beside him.

She stepped onto the rung of the stool and propelled herself up. “No one should be alone at Christmas.” She froze and looked at him with wide eyes. “You celebrate Christmas right? I didn’t just offend you or something?”

The chuckle slipped past his lips before Blake even realized it was there. “I do and you didn’t.” He held out his hand. “I’m Blake, by the way.”

“Kim.” Her fingers were small as he gave her a gentle squeeze. “And you’re doing me a favor. Miranda over there just got engaged and hasn’t stopped talking about wedding plans all day. If I had to listen to another debate about the merits of a destination wedding versus having it local, I was going to lose my mind.”

“So instead you want to hang out with the old, depressed, recently single guy?”

“You’re not old.” She leaned back and gave him a once over. “You’re what? Twenty-seven? Twenty-eight?”

“Thirty-three.”

“Pff.” She waved her hand. “That’s nothing. You’re only ten years older than me.”

“Ten years can be a lot.”

“Not if you’re with the right person. Age doesn’t have anything to do with it. I mean, Miranda over there is three years older than her fiancé and they’ll probably be married forever. If you click with someone, you click.”

Two weeks ago, Blake would have believed her. “I wish them all the best.”

Bing Crosby was quickly replaced by Brenda Lee’s “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” sending a shudder through Blake. “I hate this song.”

“Why, I think it’s fun.” Kim picked up her shot and downed it quickly.

“Not when you work a retail job and have to listen to it four times an hour over an eight-hour shift. I did that three years in a row back in university. It’s haunted me ever since.”

“Doh.” She giggled, before looking over at her friends. “Do you want to get out of here?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He swallowed down the last of his beer and spun on his stool to fully face her. “Pardon?”

Kim’s grin lit up her face. “Do you want to get out of here? My place isn’t too far away and I have eggnog. Might even have some rum we can add to it. Then you know...” She shrugged.

“Are you inviting me back to have sex? Because I need to be honest, I’m not reading women very well right now.” If he was ever able to read them at all.

Kim slid from the stool, put on her coat and held out her hand. “Yes to sex. I’m horny, you’re cute and you look like you need some cheering up.”

“With sex? You don’t even know me.”

“I didn’t know that was a requirement.” She wiggled her fingers. “I promise I don’t bite. Much. You don’t even have to stay for breakfast if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He was being an idiot. A beautiful woman wanted to sleep with him, no strings attached and he was hesitating. What the fuck had Megs done to him?

“You can look at it as sticking it to your wife if you want? The ultimate
fuck you
.”

Blake got up from his stool and took her by the hand. “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“I doubt you could.” Kim waved to her friends as they walked past, flipping one of them the finger when she let out a wolf whistle. “Bite me, Miranda.”

Blake didn’t remember much about the walk to Kim’s place, partially because it was insanely cold out, but mostly because she held his hand the entire way there. It was weird; they’d just met, had barely talked for more than ten minutes and Blake was more comfortable in Kim’s presence than he’d been in Megs’ for the past several months.

By the time they reached her apartment and walked up the stairs to the third floor, Blake knew unless she changed her mind and kicked his sorry ass to the curb, he would actually sleep with her. What did he have to lose at this point? She was young, but wasn’t looking for any type of commitment. He needed something to give him a push out of this bullshit angst he’d been wallowing in for a week. A night of casual sex would be just the thing. It wasn’t as though he’d ever let Megs back into his life.

“Here we are. Sorry about the mess.” The apartment was basic, but comfortable. A few pieces of IKEA furniture were strategically placed in the room so it didn’t look as empty as it should.

Kim ran around, picking up discarded shirts and kicking some boots into a closet, while Blake pulled off his boots and walked into the room. This was weird, being in a place he’d never been before, knowing in a short time he’d most likely be naked with the energy-charged woman flitting around him. If nothing else, the experience would leave him smiling. “Is there anything I can help with?”

“Nothing,” her voice came from what must have been her bedroom. “You can get comfortable.”

Comfortable. Right.

Shrugging off his coat, he laid it across the back of a chair before sitting on the couch. Okay, this was weird.

“Do you want a beer? The eggnog smells a bit off.”

“Yeah, that would be great.”

More noise before Kim emerged from the kitchen, a beer in each hand...and standing in her underwear. Which was red lace.

Blake took the beer without looking away from her toned body, admiring the way the lace clung to the swell of her breasts, the rise of her hips and how it contrasted with her pale skin. He lifted the bottle to his lips and drained half the contents before his world righted itself.

“What did you say you did?” His voice croaked slightly, forcing him to clear it.

“I’m a personal trainer, though it doesn’t pay well. I’m finishing up my Kinesiology degree. Not sure what I’m going to do after that yet.” She ran her tongue around the head of her beer bottle before shooting him a wink and taking a drink. “What do you do?”

“I run my own business.”
Holy fucking Santa Claus
,
this was really happening.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I do.” Kim set the bottle down and got onto her knees in front of him. “Look, I don’t normally pick up guys for flings.” She placed her hands on his knees and gave him a squeeze. “But I’ve seen you off and on for a week now at that bar. You look like someone ripped out your heart and stomped on it. No one deserves that kind of treatment and no one deserves to be alone this time of year. If I can make your life a little brighter and give us both a great orgasm in the process, well then, I’ll consider it my good deed for the season.”

Blake watched her hand as she reached up and tugged the thin strap of her bra down. “So you’re like my Christmas elf or something?”

“Yup.” The strap fell past her biceps and the front of the cup moved with it. “You’ve been a good boy, so Santa sent you a special present.”

If Kim was his consolation prize for Megs cheating, then maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Thank you, Santa.”

She flicked the other strap down so there was nothing preventing the thin fabric from falling. “Is there anything I should know before I give you your present? Any dislikes? Kinks? I won’t talk baby talk or any of that shit, just so you know, but I’m pretty flexible with everything else.”

Fuck, his cock was so hard he thought he would come in his pants. “Anything is good. I’m a pretty simple guy.” The last thing he wanted was to come off as a prude, because there was a mostly naked woman on her knees in front of him and that meant there was going to be actual, honest-to-God sex.

It had been weeks since he and Megs had done anything. His cock and balls were particularly full, making him more than pleased with this unexpected turn of events. Kim ran her hands up the length of his thighs and squeezed the tops, inches from his cock. Blake couldn’t stop from bucking his hips in response. “I’m going to fucking come before you even touch me.”

“Don’t do that. We’re just getting started.”

He didn’t move when her fingers found the fly to his jeans and Kim began to work them open. “I’ve got to confess, I’m not used to this.”

Kim cocked an eyebrow. “Sex?”

“Sex with someone I don’t know.”

She pulled his jeans open wide, exposing his cloth-covered erection. “It’s simple. You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not. You tell me what turns you on and I’ll make it happen.” With sure fingers, she hooked the elastic band of his boxer-briefs and tugged them down as far as she could. “And to let you know, a nice cock is a big turn-on for me.”

Blake lifted his hips when she started tugging on the bunched-up fabric. With a little effort, they managed to strip him from the waist down. Feeling more awkward dressed in only his shirt, he tugged it off over his head, leaving him fully exposed for Kim’s inspection.

She sat back on her heels and gave him a slow once over. “God, I love older men.”

He thought she was going to tease him by remaining clothed, but Blake was surprised when she reached behind her back and released her bra. Two breasts that would fit perfectly into his hands fell into his sight. Her nipples were already hard, begging him to suck on them. But as soon as he reached for her, Kim pushed him back into the chair.

“Not yet. I want my taste first.” Grabbing his cock by the root, she rose up onto her knees and swallowed him all the way down.

“Fuck.” Blake’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Kim’s tongue proceeded to lap at his shaft.

Megs wasn’t big into blow jobs, so having his cock surrounded by wet warmth was enough to get his balls tightening. If it wasn’t for Kim’s thumb pressing against his shaft in the right spot, he would have come. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut and let the sensations roll through him. She sucked at his cock-head. She’d run her tongue down the length of his shaft to stop at his balls. Then she proceeded to suck them one at a time into her mouth. Blake was a moaning fool, his hands clutching the sides of the chair in a death grip.

Kim pulled back with a pop. “You’ve got a nice cock, Blake.”

Somehow he managed to open his eyes and looked down at her. Kim’s lips were shiny from spit, and red from the suction. Her curly hair appeared even wilder. He needed to touch her, taste her, right now.