We all know how tradition describes Christmas as a time for family and friends. But sometimes that doesn't work out, unless fate steps in and turns strangers to friends to possibly more.
A Grease Monkey ChristmasBy Cailin Briste
One of Fourteen Sensual
Seasonal Tales in
Seasonal Shenanigans
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Fate arranges the chance meeting of two strangers in need of a little kindness on Christmas Eve. Celebrity Davon Weider with his navy-blue eyes and muscular physique can fill the starring role in any woman’s fantasy. But Jasline, a spaceport mech, is more impressed by his five jump speed records. Until they drink some eggnog, decorate a tree, and share their mutual affection for cheesy Christmas movies. Then
Davon
was the first person to sympathize with her and demonstrate a negative reaction
to her parents’ abandonment of her. It validated the anger she’d refused to
acknowledge. She’d always justified her parents’ actions afraid of the guilt
that would consume her if she admitted the fury she felt. How could she love
her parents and hate them at the same time. Davon had managed to help her move
forward with just the tone of his voice, making it plain he felt her parents
had wronged her. A soothing balm had been applied to her broken heart. She was
overwhelmed with a desire to repay Davon’s kindness. “You’re an amazing man,
Davon Weider.”
She
burrowed into his shoulder, a soft smile playing around her lips. He smelled so
good. Her hand froze. She’d been drawing circles with her finger on his knee.
Her libido sprang awake. The gorgeous and out-of-her-reach Davon Weider was
holding her on his lap. Hands that held the controls of the ship that had set
blistering jump records not once but five times were holding her hip and
stroking her hair. His bare neck was an inch from her mouth. It would be easy
to lean in and kiss the taut skin of his perfect throat. To trail her lips up
to his ear and…
What am I thinking? He’s
just being nice. You need to get off his lap now and stop swooning over him.
She
straightened, easing from his embrace. “Anyway, they took their mice with them
as part of their personal baggage. Um. Will you help me put the star on the
tree?”
His
voice husky, he said, “Yeah. Sure.” He brought his hands to the back of his
head and stretched.
Jasline
averted her gaze, shutting her eyes for a moment before plucking the iridescent
glass star from an ornament tray. “Would you get a chair from the dining room?”
She
mounted the chair with Davon insisting he hold onto her legs. To steady her,
he’d said, but his hands touching her made her shaky. She placed the star on
the top of the tree without the need to adjust or straighten it and clasped her
hands on her hips. “Perfect.”
When
she turned on the chair to climb down, Davon was staring at her, his eyes soft,
lips slightly parted. Her breath caught. He raised his arms, caught her around
the waist, and deposited her on the floor. Chin ducked to avoid eye contact,
she said, “Thanks.”
Her
heart thudding, she moved past him and picked up their eggnog glasses, handing
his to him. She raised her glass and brought her gaze to his. “To Christmas.”
The
slow smile that stretched his lips made Jasline’s knees go weak.
“And
new friends,” he added, his voice full of languorous heat.
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