Page 11 of Merry Me Bartender

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Page 11 of Merry Me Bartender

I don’t care if she’s my employee. Here in the future, I’m going to make Joyce my wife. Then I’ll get a ring on her finger and promise myself to her for an eternity.

When I confess my thoughts, her walls squeeze around me in response. I can basically feel the way her pulse races at my promise. Now she’s got a smile on her lips that looks like it won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

“Please, Kade. Move already.” Sounding desperate, she pushes her hips back, bumping flush against my skin.

Deciding to put the both of us out of our misery, I give her what she wants. Pulling back, I snap my hips forward and enjoy each gasp and moan that leaves her lips. I lose count of how many times I hear my name come out of her mouth.

Leaning over her, I swallow up her hand with one of my own. She’s got a death grip on the blanket, clinging on for dear life.

Turning to look at me, our mouths meet, tongues tangling. Everything is so sloppy, yet feels so right.

Heat forms in my gut, sizzling and bubbling until it is impossible to ignore. Each push and pull of my hips brings me closer and closer.

Her body shakes and shivers, covered in a layer of sweat. The way her breathing grows faster, I know damn well enough that I can get off on the sound alone.

Already so sensitive from her earlier release, her body twitches and jerks as she gets closer and closer to her peak. Gasping out loud, she soon clamps around me and shakes.

Grunting, I release inside her, burying myself deep and flooding her core. Blowing out a sigh, I have to use my arms to keep my body up to avoid crushing her.

She’s the first to collapse with a groan, fighting to catch her breath. Once I pull out, she rolls around to get a better look at me.

Her smile can only be compared to a breath of fresh air. Even while looking worn out, she reaches out for me like she’s ready for a round two.

“Yeah, I might need a few minutes before I can go throwing myself into a new position.”

Blowing out a laugh, she tugs me down for another kiss. This one is much slower and more relaxed. Her arms curl around my neck, giving me a tug down to keep me pressed up against her.

If we keep this up, I’m sure I’ll be ready to go in no time.

With a woman as energetic as her, I’m sure I have plenty of time to learn how to keep up.

Joyce

One Year Later

I’m roaming through the bar when I find a man looking at the jukebox resting against the wall. Tattooed fingers scratch at his stubbled chin. Without even seeing his face, I feel like he’s annoyed that the machine isn’t working.

It hasn’t worked since Kade tried taking it apart and lost interest in fixing it.

Against his side, he’s got a box that has a logo with that popular bakery in town. Fancy.

“Sorry, but that thing is out of commission,” I tell him once I erase the distance between us.

When he turns, I almost trip on my own feet.

Very familiar steel-colored eyes meet mine, matched with a frown I see every day. Either Kade has a doppelganger, or my future husband suddenly went out and got a bunch of ink on his body.

Who is this guy?

“Shame. Has a good selection to pick from, better than what’s playing now.” The voice doesn’t match, a few notches deeper.

With holiday music playing in the background, I’m only partly offended. Keeping a smile on my face, I bundle my hands together at my front.

“You must not be from around here. The Rusty Tavern vibrates with Christmas themes this time of year.” I wave my hand to show off all the lights we hung up only a week ago. “How about a drink to help put you in the spirit?”

His nose scrunches at my offer before he shakes his head. “No thanks. Just came to meet someone.”

Okay then. Well, if he doesn’t like the music and doesn’t want to drink, then he picked a terrible place to do his business.




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