Fire In Her Eyes
CASH
DECEMBER
But I wasn’t worried. Chey and Mav were playing host and hostess—well, Cheyenne was, Mav was probably trying to find the darkest corner to hide in to avoid having to talk to anyone more than necessary. Charlie and Ryder were, no doubt, here already as well.
I glanced at my reflection once more, fidgeting with my sweater.
I hated how it looked tucked behind my buckle, but I hated even more how I looked with it covered.
Whatever. It’s not like I’d be wearing the thing long anyway.
Drunk me found any excuse to take off his clothes.
And I suspected I’d be buzzing very, very soon.
After one final inspection, I walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.
Music thumped through the wireless speakers connected throughout the house—some ridiculous parody Christmas carol that Mama would probably whoop me for if she heard.
Thankfully she wouldn’t be here tonight to watch the chaos unfold.
That was part of her yearly gift with this party.
She set it all up, got all the things ready, but her and Dad steered clear of all the shenanigans.
This year, they’d agreed to keep Stormie Mae and Railon for Chey, Mav, Ryder and Charlie.
And if I was correct, little Cason had gone to a friend’s house for a sleepover, which meant there’d be no more innocent cockblocking from him.
Each room of my sprawling bachelor pad was decorated in some way or another.
Ornaments and string lights hung from the ceiling in the hallway.
There was a tree of some shape or size in every room.
Each door even had tinsel wrapped around the frame.
Mama had outdone herself this year. I’d have to thank her tomorrow for this.
I almost didn’t hear the knock on the front door over the sound of music. It took my phone buzzing in my back pocket with a notification from my security app to know for sure.
“Merry Cashmas!” I crowed, opening up the door.
Hux and Quinn stood at the head of their group, the two in matching Christmas sweaters that said naughty and nice on them. It wasn’t any surprise Quinn wore the nice one.
“Happy birthday…almost!” she added, wrapping me in one of her soft, warm hugs. Hux’s lips tugged up into a grin as he repeated Quinn’s words and held a hand out in my direction. I shook it and directed them inside.
The ranch hands came next—Brooks, Dylan, and Wyatt—followed by Hux’s little sister, Walker, and his best friend, Reid.
“Hey, man, happy birthday,” Reid said, holding up a bottle of whiskey.
It was some fancy kind, probably worth a pretty penny, despite the guy barely knowing me.
I mean, we were familiar enough with each other, growing up in the rodeo world, but he and I had never been particularly close.
He’d been hanging out a lot more with Hux and the rest of the Broken Creek Ranch crew, so I’d been seeing more of him when I visited Ollie. He was a good guy; I liked him.
Whit, Quinn’s best friend, strolled up the walkway next, none other than Uncle Goodie trailing just a step behind her, somehow looking all dapper and shit in some western-styled Christmas sweater-vest. I still couldn’t quite get over the fact that he’d snagged Whit’s attention.
The girl was gorgeous and young. Way damn younger than Goodie had any right to be able to pull. Who knew he had game?
“I’m surprised the old folk’s home let you out for the evenin’.” I chuckled as I pulled Whit in for a hug, and added, “Merry Christmas, Miss Whit.”
She laughed and my uncle rolled his eyes but glanced at Whit with almost as much disbelief as me. It’s like even he couldn’t believe he’d pulled a girl like her. “This crazy girl right here broke me out for the night.”
“You’re gonna miss Matlock,” I chided.
He chuckled and clapped me on the shoulder as he led Whit past me into the house. “Don’t worry, I Tivo’d it.”
Dear God, that was still a thing? Did people still own TVs that did that?
I laughed. “God, you are old.”
A thought of Ollie popped into my head. I wondered if she’d come with everyone else or on her own. Excitement and anticipation thrummed through my veins, and I found myself asking, “Did Ollie come with y’all?”
“Did someone say my name?” I swear to God, she was like a siren, a sorceress…something. She had no right for her words alone to have the power to make me hard as a goddamn rock.
My gaze dragged to her as she emerged from the shadows and into the glow of the Christmas lights.
Holy fucking hell. Her suede knee-high boots clacked against the stone pathway as she made her way toward me, wearing something out of one of my fantasies.
The short red dress was made of some soft fabric by the looks of it—maybe velvet or satin, if I had to guess—and fit her like a second skin, showing off the swell of her ass and the curve of her hips.
Her hip tattoos were covered—a damn shame—but I had a feeling I’d get a glimpse of them by the end of the night.
Her long, sleek, dark hair fell like a curtain down her back, the single blonde chunk sweeping into her eyes as usual. Goddam, she was a knockout.
“You’re drooling, Big Daddy,” she cooed, pressing a finger beneath my chin as she came to stand before me.
Even in heels, I towered over her by quite a few inches. It was odd, she wasn’t taller than five foot two, maybe three, but she seemed so much taller. Probably because her personality was so larger than life.
My cock jumped at the sultry note in her voice. I couldn’t resist the want, the need, to place my hands on her waist as I settled her against me, forcing a smirk to my lips when all I wanted was to crush them against hers. “I was just admirin’, sugar.”
She smirked, pulling out of my grasp to look me up and down, her mismatched eyes raking over me like hot coals. A low chuckle rumbled in her chest as she read my sweater aloud. “You’re supposed to suck it.”
I fought the urge to adjust myself, my cock painfully hard as I imagined her doing just fucking that.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she stepped back toward me, running one of her perfectly manicured fingers over the candy cane that took up a good portion of my sweater before trailing it down towards my belt buckle.
“That’s quite the outfit,” she murmured.
I bit my lip, looking her up and down in return. “I could say the same for you, sugar. Only way it’d look better is on the floor by my bed.”
Ollie leaned in, the movement causing her citrusy perfume to envelope me. Her warm breath fanned against my cheeks as she asked, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I leaned in and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard enough to earn a little hiss from her.
Something sparked in her eyes—one blue and one hazel…
gold, almost. She was so damn striking, and tempting, and I loved the rush she made me feel when she looked at me like this.
With untamed desire burning in her gaze.
She looked at me like she wanted to devour me. Consume me. And damn, but I wanted her to.
“Want me to beg, sugar?” My words were little more than a hushed whisper against her lips.
A breathy little laugh escaped her that sent a shiver through me. I wanted her so bad it hurt. She ran the palm of her hand over my cock, her smoldering gaze meeting mine. “The idea of you on your knees does sound enticing.”
My head fell back, a groan escaping me. Holy fuck. She was wicked. Wicked and so fucking sexy. Grabbing her chin, I said, “I’ll do anythin’ you want, Olina.”