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Thank fuck!

  He tipped her head back for his kiss and gently lay her back on the blanket. This time when she pulled him over her, Jakob didn't have it in him to resist. He needed to be inside her.

  He buried himself in one smooth stroke and paused for her to adjust, then set about pushing them both over the edge, faster and harder until they both gasped for air. "I love you, Kate."

  Her body clasped around him with a shudder as she cried out his name. One last thrust and he was lost, trembling in her arms as release claimed him. Growing up, he was always taught about some mystical peace and joy associated with the Christmas season, and until this very moment, those concepts evaded him.

  The knowledge that Kate would be his forever filled him with a sense that all was right with the world, for once.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Trip shut his bike off at the pump while his fellow Hell Raider, Stella, did the same right behind him. The little station suited their needs perfectly. Minimal traffic meant a quick rest stop without causing a stir. Usually when they rolled into a small town, the locals looked at them like a legion of demons had come within their midst, so he preferred little out-of-the-way places with few people to shock.

  He climbed off and stretched the road kinks out of his back, lifted a hand to signal his intentions to Stella, and headed inside to pay. "Fill ups on one and three."

  The girl behind the register met his gaze full on, dark blue eyes twinkling with interest. "Yes, sir." She took his cash and rang it up.

  Trip took a good long look with appreciation at the way her faded jeans hugged her tight ass. She caught him looking, and he winked and grinned.

  "Pumps are on." She smiled. "Come back in for your change."

  Well, hell. Figured. Little mom and pop place. The chick would no doubt call the local cops while he pumped his gas and have them waiting for him when he went for his change. Fuck that. They'd be in for a surprise. He had no active warrants, not even a criminal record, in the name on all his ID. Stella carried clean papers as well, so they had nothing to worry about. As long as no one decided to run their prints.

  Of course, maybe she just wanted to take him to the back room and fuck him senseless. His dick paid attention to that thought, definitely interested in the prospect of a visit to that back room. Maybe he could spare a few minutes for that kind of break.

  The pump kicked off and pulled him out of the fantasy he already had going on. He turned for a word with Stella. "Keep an eye out, brother. Chick inside held my change. And maybe a little something more."

  Stella nodded with his usual lack of words, and hung his pump nozzle.

  Inside, Trip added two bottles of soda to his purchase. "Pack of Marlboro Reds, too." Nothing looked out of place, except the lack of other customers. "Kinda slow day, huh?" Bullshit detector on full alert, he paid close attention for any sign of hostility and forced himself to ignore how the curve of her tits peeked over the top of her shirt.

  The girl gave a derisive snort. "You're my fourth customer since my shift started. That means I've been slammed." She counted his change back. "Ya'll ain't from here, are you honey?"

  "Nah, just passing through on the way to visit some relatives."

  She came around the counter and indicated the door. "I'm heading out for a smoke break. Keep me company for a few minutes? This place is boring as hell." She gave a smile that said she'd be glad for him to break the boredom.

  Trip's brow went up, but he nodded. None of his alarms went off. The girl seemed sincerely bored, and maybe horny, and he wouldn't refuse even a slim chance to gain info on their destination. "You sure we won't scare off customers?" He slid a cigarette from the pack and offered her one.

  She accepted with a smile. "What customers? Besides, compared to some of the guys around here, you're a fine upstanding citizen."

  Trip barked a laugh. "Upstanding citizen, huh? Sweetheart, I doubt that."

  She grinned. "Kid you not. We specialize in low-lifes around here."

  "I heard that." The look he shot Stella, combined with rolling his shoulders, carried a clear message to stay alert. "Bet I could show you a few things the locals can't."

  A slender brow arched up. "Oh, really? What kind of things would that be?" The challenge in her eyes showed bright and clear.

  Trip glanced around. "Any security cameras going to show your boss how many times I make you come?"

  She smiled and gave a slow, deliberate shake of her head.

  "That's good." He leaned down tasted her neck, exposed by having her long brown hair up. "There a place where my buddy won't get to watch?" He moved a little closer.

  She stepped in against him and pushed those pretty tits up to his chest. "I think we could find a place." Her cigarette fell into the sand-filled bucket that served as a butt can, then she caught his hand in hers and pulled him back inside the store.

  A little break room of sorts sat at the back of the store, with only a curtain separating the card table, folding chairs and dorm fridge from the customer area. Trip leaned down to kiss her and filled his hands with her ass.

  She kissed him back and wasted no time opening her jeans. Nothing like a woman who knew what she wanted. He gladly shoved her jeans and panties down and off for her while she unbuckled his belt. While she worked on his button and zipper, he dug the beat-up old snuff can out of his pocket and popped the top long enough to fish out a condom. The terror of a pregnant girlfriend taught him early on to always bring his own protection, and the round metal can was the perfect way to carry and not have to worry about it.

  "Look at you, all prepared. You a Boy Scout?" She smiled and slid her hand down his hard-on.

  "Honey, I'm a lot of things, but definitely not a Boy Scout." To prove it, he rolled the condom on crowded her against the wall. Hands full of her sweet ass again, he lifted her, pleased when she swung her legs up and around his waist.

  With her shoulders against the wall, he leaned back enough to position himself, then lowered her onto his cock. She arched and her tight body drew him in with a gasp. He claimed her mouth again and started to move.

  She cried out, nails raking across his scalp and Trip broke the kiss to slip his hand between them and stroke her clit. Just like that, she clenched around him and he drove into her to find his own orgasm as she leaned against him to catch her breath.

  "Damn, I need breaks like that on a regular basis." She smiled as she slipped away from his and started getting dressed.

  Trip chuckled a little. "I hope no customers came in and got scared off."

  Five minutes later, condom dealt with, clothes back in place, he stood in front of the store smoking with her again. "Not many bikers come through here, then?"

  The tip of her cigarette glowed as she took a deep drag and shook her head. "Rare as hens' teeth. I think they put a sign at the county line warni
ng if anything remotely exciting happens there'll be hell to pay."

  He laughed, watching her carefully for signs of nervousness. After the last few minutes, he didn't expect her to set them up, but it wouldn't be the first time a chick got hers while in the middle of screwing a guy over. "Most small towns don't want drama."

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