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  Merry Christmas

  To Me

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  Copyright 2020 Monica Clayton

  Published by M.E. Clayton

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  This book is a work of fiction. The entire content is a product of the author’s imagination and all names, places, businesses, and incidences are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), places or occurrences, is entirely coincidental.

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  Warning: This book contains sexual situations and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 years of age and over.

  Table of Contents

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  Author's Note

  Acknowledgements

  Dedication

  Prologue

  1. Archer

  2. Sia

  3. Archer

  4. Sia

  5. Archer

  6. Sia

  7. Archer

  8. Sia

  9. Archer

  10.Sia

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Contact Me

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  Author’s Note

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  Just a couple of things before I let you go and get your read on. While I am doing my best to work with better editing and proofreading software, all my books are solo, independent works. I write my books, proofread my books, edit my books, create the covers, etc. I have one beta who gives me feedback on my stories, but other than that, all my books are independent projects.

  That being said, I apologize, in advance, for the typos, grammar inconsistencies, or any other mistakes I may make. Since writing is strictly a hobby for me, I haven’t looked into commitments in regard to publishers, editors, etc. My hope is that my stories are enjoyable enough that a few mistakes, here and there, can be overlooked. However, if you’re a stickler for grammar, my books are probably not for you.

  Also, I am an avid reader-I mean an AVID reader. I love to read above any other hobby. However, the only downside to my reading obsession is when I fall in love with a series, but I have to wait for the additional books to come out. And because I feel that disappointment down to my soul, when I started publishing my works, I vowed to publish all books in my series all at once. No waiting here…LOL. Now, the exception to that will be if enough readers request additional stories based off the standalone, such as in Facing the Enemy. At that point, if I decide to move forward with a requested series, I will make sure all additional books are available all at once. As much as this is a hobby for me, I am writing these books for all of you, as well as myself.

  Thank you, for everything!

  Acknowledgements

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  The first acknowledgement will always be my husband. There aren’t enough words to express my gratitude for having this man in my life. There is a little bit of him in every hero I dream up, and I can’t thank God enough for bringing him into my life. Thirty years, and still going strong!

  Second, there’s my family; my daughter, my son, my grandchildren, my sister, and my mother. Family is everything, and I have one of the best. They are truly the best cheerleaders I could ever ask for, and I never forget just how truly blessed I am to have them in my life.

  And, of course, there’s Kamala. This woman is not only my beta and idea guinea pig, she’s one of my closest friends. She’s been with me from the beginning of this journey, and we’re going to ride this thing to the end. Kam’s the encouragement that sparked it all, folks.

  And, finally, I’d like to thank everyone who’s purchased, read, reviewed, shared, and supported me and my writing. Thank you so much for helping make this dream a reality and a happy, fun one at that! I cannot say thank you enough!

  Dedication

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  For Brian –

  We might go weeks without talking, but that contract guarantees that time doesn’t mean shit.

  Prologue

  I didn’t know half the people here.

  Don’t get me wrong, though. It was the party Charles deserved, but I was sure he probably didn’t know half these motherfuckers, either.

  Looking around, it wasn’t hard to see why most of the drunken assholes here were in attendance. Word must have gotten around that River was throwing Charles a bachelor party, and every swinging dick outside of Amish Country knew what that meant.

  Tits and ass, with some action at pussy, if you were lucky.

  And there was enough tits and ass to go around, believe me.

  “Holy shit,” Maze Walker walloped like the drunken fool he was. “Did you see the new piece that just walked in?” Even though it was only the first of December, he sounded like a kid on Christmas morning. “That asshole Rodney Alves managed to get first dibs, but I’m calling second.” His eyebrows danced. “She’s hot enough for sloppy seconds.”

  I wasn’t surprised. When you ran with the rough and tumble crowd, it was hard to be shocked anymore. I owned Bentley Auto & Mechanics, and being a mechanic, my circle of friends ran towards the more aggressive type. Mechanics, bikers, construction workers, etc. You know, the type who didn’t know one thing about refined sensibilities.

  That was us.

  So, Maze announcing he had no objections to sloppy seconds wasn’t anything new. I’ve seen a lot of women shared among my friends in my lifetime, and I was only thirty-two.

  “That’s her,” he said, elbowing me in my side. Maze was barely pushing six-foot, and I was six-foot-four, so his elbow met my waist instead of my bicep. But the second I turned my head to see who he was talking about, I knew something was wrong.

  She didn’t belong here.

  She wasn’t one of the strippers, hookers, or free pussy walking around here. Even from where I was standing in the kitchen, you could see the surprise she was trying to mask at everything that was going on around her.

  Fisher Noel was getting his dick sucked not five feet away from her. Hell, there was enough sucking and fucking in this place that it might as well be a whorehouse in Nevada.

  “She’s here for who?” I asked Maze.

  “Rodney Alves,” he replied. “She was asking for him, so I figured he called dibs.”

  I didn’t know a Rodney Alves, but that didn’t mean anything. Like I said, I didn’t know most of the people in this place. It was a bachelor party for the ages, and the only reason Charles had agreed to it and was still here, was because his fiancé, Maxine, trusted him completely.

  He also had a t-shirt on that read ‘Touch me and you’ll die’, so there was that. Charles loved Maxine and there wasn’t enough silicone in the world that could make him stray.

  Leaving Maze in the kitchen, I headed towards her to see what she was doing here. And the closer I got to her, the more I could see that Maze was completely wrong about her.

  She wasn’t worth sloppy seconds.

  She was too beautiful to ever be shared with anyone else.

  If she were mine, motherfuckers would die for just lo
oking at her too long.

  I was two feet away from her when her eyes widened, and shock took hold of her beautiful features. “Oh, God…” she mouthed.

  I turned to see what had caught her attention, and some guy had two girls all over him. Tits were out and one of his hands was hidden beneath a skirt, and there was no mistaking where this was headed.

  I reached for her, but she didn’t notice me until I had my hand wrapped around her arm. “Hey, are you-”

  “Sia?” Both our heads turned, and the guy who’d been covered in tits and ass was stumbling towards her. “What are you doing here?”

  I could barely hear her voice over the noise and music, but she said, “I…I had a surpri-”

  “Sia, it’s not what it looks like,” he lied, and I let go of her arm. As beautiful as she was, I wasn’t looking for this kind of hot mess tonight.

  So, I turned from the fighting couple and made my way to a happier section of the party. And that ended up being in the upstairs bathroom getting my dick sucked by a sexy brunette.

  Chapter 1

  Archer (One Week Later)~

  What were the odds?

  Brenner, California wasn’t that big, but it wasn’t that small either. It had a decent-sized population, maybe thirty-thousand, definitely no bigger than that. So, it was small enough to know a few people by name, but it was large enough that a lot of people were still strangers as well. And since I always kept to my side of the tracks, I had never expected to see her again.

  But there she was.

  I watched from across the street, and even though the town was erupting in Christmas season decorations, she still looked flustered, moody, and…well, like she was yelling at herself.

  I flipped off the car honking at me-though it was totally my fault for darting out into the street-and jogged my way towards her. I didn’t want her getting away before I could find out who she was.

  Even after blowing my stacks down that sweet brunette’s throat that night, this woman hasn’t left my thoughts since then. I wondered about her, and I wondered stupid shit. I wondered if she’d forgiven that bastard, but mostly, if she was safe. For whatever reason, I wondered about her safety.

  She was digging in her purse as best she could with a large manila envelope in her hand, next to a car I presumed was hers. And she was so consumed in her whispered ranting, she hadn’t heard me approach. So, when I cleared my throat behind her, the screaming and jumping were kind of expected.

  I threw my hands up in a surrendering motion. “Oh, hey…it’s okay…” Her hand on her heaving chest, her grey eyes wide, she didn’t look like she agreed.

  When she finally found her voice, she didn’t sound happy to see me. “Are you out of your mind?” she cried out. “Why would you go sneaking up on a person?”

  I fought my grin. “I wasn’t sneaking up on you,” I protested. “You were just…deep in concentration.”

  Her black brows furrowed, and the woman really, really, really didn’t look happy to see me. “Well?”

  I slid my hands in my pockets to appear less threatening. I knew I was a big guy, and my stature didn’t always give off that welcoming vibe. “Well, what?”

  Her head tilted a bit and now she was looking at me like I was stupid. “Well, what do you want?”

  Okay.

  “I’m not sure if you remember me, but-”

  “Of course, I remember you,” she practically spat. “You’re part of one of the most humiliating moments in my life.” Her frosty attitude-okay, bitchy attitude-made sense now. And as much as I felt for her, she was behaving like a bit of a bitch. I wasn’t the asshole who cheated on her. But before I could make my case, she went on to say, “And do you know why that night is classified as only one of the most humiliating moments of my life, and not at the top?”

  “Okay, I’ll bite,” I replied. “Why is it not at the top?”

  She flung her arm behind her, and my eyes immediately caught the sign of the building she’d just exited, and that went a long way to explaining her mood and frustration.

  Healthy Lives Clinic.

  “The top is having to walk into a clinic and tell a bunch of strangers-and I don’t care if they are registered professionals-that my boyfriend of six months was nothing but a cheating asshole. And because I was too stupid to see the signs, I have to get tested for everything under the sun,” she snapped. And before I could offer any words of sympathy, she kept right on going. “That was actually second to the top,” she corrected. “The top of the list goes to thirty minutes ago, when I walked back in there, after a week of being a complete basket case, and demanding the results like a lunatic.”

  I gestured towards the envelope. “So…I take it the results aren’t what you were hoping f-”

  She waved the envelope in my face. “Oh, the results are perfect,” she clarified, cutting me off. “I’m as healthy as a goddamn horse.” She shoved the envelope in her oversized purse. “But if all that weren’t humiliating enough, I get told that I probably didn’t even need to have all those tests performed because I made sure to use condoms.” Her hands started failing about. “Instead of just patting me on the head with some compassion and sympathy, I get a lecture on how I might be overreacting a bit.”

  “So, then…you weren’t in love with the guy,” I surmised. “That’s good, right?” I really didn’t know what else to say to the woman without setting her off more, but I quickly learned that accusing her of not being in love with Robbie...Roger…Ronnie? was the wrong thing to say.

  Her head reared back. “Excuse me?” She sounded offended, and she probably should be since none of this was any of my business.

  I shrugged. “Well, if you guys were still using condoms after six months, then obviously you weren’t in love with the guy.”

  She narrowed those grey eyes of hers at me, and she really was fucking stunning.

  An entire foot shorter than me, she had silky black hair and it paired magnificently with those startling grey eyes of hers. Her brows were plucked to arched perfection over those eyes, and she looked to have some mascara on, but she didn’t need it. Her eyes were surrounded by thick black lashes.

  Her face looked like it belonged on a doll, and with her dimples flashing as she ranted, she kind of reminded me of Eliza Dushku, just with black hair and grey eyes. But that was the only comparison I could make to the actress. Whereas Ms. Dushku was a petite thing, the woman in front of me had curves upon curves, upon curves. She looked like a pin-up and I bet my dick would look perfect sliding through those heavy tits of hers.

  And now my dick was getting hard.

  “I’ll have you know there is nothing wrong with being safe,” she retorted. “Love doesn’t factor into whether or not you’re ready to have a child.”

  I cocked my head. “So, you’re not on any traditional birth control, then? Condoms only?”

  She bristled, and I realized sparring with the little spitfire was actually kind of fun. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m on the five-year implant.”

  “Well, then, that just proves my point that you didn’t love the guy,” I repeated. “So, a little humiliation, but not heartbreak.” I shrugged again. “I’d consider that a win, no?”

  “Quit saying that,” she demanded. “You have no idea what my relationship with Rodney was like.”

  Ah, Rodney. That’s the idiot’s name.

  I took a step closer to try to minimize the eavesdropping of random pedestrians who were out and about, getting their Christmas shopping done. Her eyes widened a bit, but she didn’t step back. She just straightened her spine and arched a raven brow.

  Fuck, she was magnificent.

  “Do you want to know how I know you weren’t in love with him?” I asked, and I knew it was on the tip of her tongue to tell me no, but curiosity got the better of her.

  “How?”

  “Because, even after six months of dating, you still didn’t let him get you dirty,” I replied, my voice just above a da
rk whisper.

  Her entire body squirmed, and I’d bet my truck certain parts of her were clenching a bit. “What…” She had to clear her throat, and I couldn’t stop the smirk on my lips. “I don’t know what you mean,” she lied.

  “Either you didn’t love the guy or he’s the biggest pussy on the planet,” I said, not calling her out on her little white lie.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked, this time, her voice laced with a touch of frustration.

  “Once a guy claims a girl for his own, the first thing he does is cum inside her,” I said, and her face turned bright pink with my crude description of commitment. “When men mate, it’s about more than just securing the next generation. It’s about more than just securing our lineage.” A quick look at my lips told me she was hanging on every word coming out of my mouth. “When we’re balls-deep in the woman we love, the woman we’ve decided to make ours, it’s all about making our claim on her and her body absolutely clear. It’s about owning her. Making her ours,” I told her. “And the way we do that is to coat your pussy in everything we have to give.” I took a step closer. “And it doesn’t stop there.” I could see her neck work with a deep swallow, and I wanted nothing more than to stick my hand down those jeans of hers to see if she was wet. “It’s the same reason we cum on your ass, or your back, or your tits, and especially that fucking stunning face of yours.” She gasped because I’d just made my speech personal, but I didn’t stop. “It’s the same reason we rub it into your skin and make you filthy with it. So that when another motherfucker dares to get close enough to you, he smells your ownership, not your fucking perfume.” My dick was rock hard now, but I didn’t care if she noticed or not. I was interested in this woman, and that’s where I was going with this.

  “That’s…that’s not true,” she denied. “There’s nothing wrong with being polite in the bedroom.”