Chapter 4

Establish dominance by putting glitter in Christmas Cards.

-Pro tip

Soren

“She’s here,” I said to Johan, my breath coming in fast pants.

“I saw.” Johan paused, his breathing just as heavy. “Did you also happen to see that she’s talking to the she-devil right now?”

The she-devil being Sophia, the owner’s daughter, who Johan liked to act like was a pain in his ass when obviously he wanted to be a pain in hers.

Literally.

“I saw,” I confirmed. “She is smiling, though, so I’ll allow it.”

“You’ll allow it.” Johan snorted.

“All right, everyone!” I heard Madden yell. “Time to partner up. One male, one female.”

We did as instructed, but I made sure to hurry over to the girl I invited, because there was no way in hell I was letting anyone else get near her.

Not when I had her exactly where I wanted her.

Just as I got to her, another man at the gym, Bane, got to her next.

I shook him off. “Mine.”

“I’m sorry, Ms….” Bane said, holding out his hand.

“Nola,” she said softly, looking at me, then at Bane, before carefully offering her hand. “Nola LeBlanc.”

“Package Girl.” I threw my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side, causing Bane to sigh.

“Can’t you at least give us some scraps?”

I shook my head. “No, I brought her here. She’s mine.”

Nola, wow, what a beautiful name, looked at me with a grin. “Technically, I brought myself here. And I got kind of worried when you weren’t here to welcome me.”

“That’s because I was just at a twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital,” I said. “Came straight from work.”

Her head tilted slightly, and the world disappeared around us. “Which hospital?”

“Central Mercy,” I answered immediately. “Why?”

Her lips turned up into a grin. “Because that’s where my practice is out of. Central Mercy. I’m an OB/GYN. What do you do there?”

I narrowed my eyes. “I’m an ER physician.”

Her eyebrows lifted. “Really? You look…”

“Not like one?” I offered. “Why do you say that?”

She threw her head back and giggled. “Mainly, I would’ve pictured you as a rugby player, or a bodybuilder before I thought you were a physician. It’s nice to know that I know someone in the hospital now, though. I just moved here about six weeks ago, and it’s getting kind of pathetic with how little I do.”

I wanted to invite her to do me, but chose to remain respectful… at least for now, anyway.

“This game is different than what we normally do.” Madden paused, catching both of our attention. “Have y’all seen those viral videos going around where the woman climbs around a man using only her arms and legs, grip only, and then goes up and over the man’s shoulder and down his back before coming up between his legs to get back to their original positions?”

I had seen that.

I’d just never thought I’d be reenacting it.

But now that Madden brought it up, I was more than ready to give it a try.

Having Nola surrounding me? That definitely sounded like no hardship.

“Oh, boy,” Nola said, her frame freezing. “I have to tell you. I’m not very good at stuff like this.”

I gave her a squeeze. “It’s all fun, Doc. If we lose, we lose.”

She gave me a worried look. “It doesn’t appear that you lose very often.”

She had a point but…

“The only catch is the male cannot help the female at all. All work is to be done on the lady’s end!” Madden continued.

That’s when Nola’s eyes squeezed shut.

“You okay?” I asked teasingly.

She opened her mouth, then closed it as if she wanted to say something but didn’t think it was appropriate.

“Come on,” I urged. “Just say it.”

Her eyes took me in. “Just the thought of getting to wrap my arms and legs around you sends excitement surging through my belly.”

I found a grin forming on my lips. “Same, darlin’. Same.”

I then held out my hands for her when everyone started to mount their partners.

Madden really didn’t think this all the way through.

Though, then again, most of the people that were playing were married or in a relationship of some sort.

So this wasn’t awkward for anyone but the lady standing in front of me.

Because I sure as hell wasn’t going to find any problems with having her that close.

“All right, ten seconds!” Madden all but bellowed over the cheering crowd.

“Yo, bro,” Johan said as he gestured toward me from the sidelines. He’d, of course, not chosen Sophia, who was frowning hard beside him. “Don’t drop her. She’s too pretty to get hurt.”

Nola snorted hard.

Then she hesitantly walked up toward me, her face a polite mask.

She bit her lip, and I had to stop from laughing. “Come on. Jump.”

She blinked, shaking her head as if to clear it, and then did just that.

I caught her easily, my hands going to the smooth skin at the back of her thighs where her short shorts didn’t cover.

When I’d walked in, I’d started stripping before I’d even gotten so much as a hello to anyone.

It’d been when I was walking around the weights that were scattered on the floor that my eyes caught on the ass.

The sexy, wow she has major junk in her trunk, ass.

Her ass wasn’t a voluminous ass, either. It was muscular and toned, as if she did a lot of work to make it that way. And her thighs. As a man that worked out—and had been in the Navy before that—I admired a nice set of muscular thighs on a woman.

And man, did Nola have some thighs. They weren’t small, either. They were thick. As if she worked out for fuckin’ days to make those thighs so damn toned.

But her words and her ass and thighs didn’t line up.

Maybe it was genetic. Maybe what she had was just a stroke of fuckin’ luck.

Whatever she had, she had a skinny waist, small boobs, and a great set of ass and thighs.

It was something that really fuckin’ turned me on, and I didn’t really even know why.

I was normally the type of man that strayed toward tits for days, not thighs.

But as I allowed my hands to roam up and down the top of Nola’s thighs, I realized that with this girl, I’d be a whatever-the-hell she wanted to give me kind of guy.

Her thighs tightened around my waist, and I groaned.

“Wow,” I said. “Your legs are pretty powerful.”

She snickered.

“Sorry to disappoint you but I don’t work out. This is just how they are. In high school, they used to drive me nuts. Now that American Eagle has come out with super stretchy skinny jeans, though, I find my life much easier to live.”

I snorted and curled my arms around her bottom, giving her ass something to rest on while everyone else got up into position around me.

“Everybody ready?” Madden called, his finger over the ‘play’ button on his iPad that was hooked up to the Bluetooth speakers.

“Ready!” everyone called, including me.

Nola’s hands went to my shoulders, smoothing up the length of my neck, and it was then I realized that the knit shorts I was wearing wasn’t going to do me a goddamn thing coverage-wise if she kept it up.

“You should probably not,” I murmured quietly.

Her startled eyes went to me. “What?”

I cleared my throat. “I, uh, am wearing really thin shorts. And I’ve wanted you exactly like this for weeks.”

I snorted out a laugh at the look of surprise on her face.

“That surprises you? What you do to me?” I teased.

Her immediate nodding had my lips twitching. “Yes.”

“It shouldn’t,” I told her bluntly. “I’ve been finding reasons to come see you for weeks, sometimes coming straight off of a shift just so I could.”

She licked her lips. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been coming straight home, ordering random shit I don’t need, and maxing out credit cards just so I could get you there.”

“Go!” Madden called.

That’s when the little woman around me showed me just how strong her thighs were.

She crawled me like a spider monkey, using her powerful thighs to hold on while she zipped around me like she did it every day. Then, when she was almost completely around me, she started to go upward, crawling up over my right shoulder. Her ass came even with my face, and it took everything I had in me not to reach forward and pat it with both hands.

“Oh, boy.” She squealed as she started to slide down the length of my back, head first.

She giggled when my shorts started to go down the length of my ass, and I had to do some fancy maneuvering to catch them and not touch her and get disqualified.

It was when she was crawling up between my legs, her face even with my dick, that I realized my mistake.

I should’ve covered my dick or something. I should’ve tried to think of things that weren’t her.

I mean, she was sliding all up and down the length of my body. She was wrapped around me doing acrobatics. She was pressing her face to the skin of my back.

She was…

Now she was latching on to my dick and freezing.

She stayed that way for a very long, very throbbing fifteen seconds.

Then she let go of it and started to fall.

Only my thighs clenched and held her to me.

“Get up here,” I urged.

Was my voice more hoarse than normal?

Because it sure the fuck sounded like it to me.

I mean, the damn woman had just grabbed on to my cock and shown me how good it felt to have her wrapped around me, even through two layers of fabric.

Even for just fifteen seconds.

I’d gotten more out of that fifteen seconds with her hand wrapped around me than I’d gotten in the last six months.

“They cheated!” someone yelled.

I wasn’t sure if they were talking about us or not—I mean it was kind of hard to tell if I was helping her seeing as my thighs were so large, and there wasn’t really all that much room for her to scoot between them due to the width I had my legs spread apart to accommodate her jiggling weight—but I ignored the comment.

“Come on!” I urged her faster.

She started to move again, but very much aware of my still hard cock that was right in her path.

She made sure not to touch it with her hand, but dragging it all along her face, then her breasts, followed shortly by her lower belly and then the saddle of her hips? Yep, she definitely did that.

When she finally came to a stop, neither of us noticed when we were announced the winners.

Neither of us noticed that we were under the mistletoe, either.

At least, not until Sophia yelled, “Hey, you have to kiss her! It’s the rules! Mistletoe is mistletoe, man!”

So I kissed her.