Contents
Untitled
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
The Halloween Honeys series
The Book Hangover Lounge
Also by Alexis Adaire
About the Author
Chapter 1
Dani
December
“He’s here! Santa’s here!”
The surprisingly loud announcement comes from Stacy Barren, the president of my sorority. Stacy’s been manning the post by the front window for the last half hour while everyone at the holiday party waited for Saint Nick himself to arrive. Now that big moment is upon us.
“Who do you think it’s gonna be this year, Dani?”
I turn to Brinly Davis, one of the other sophomore sisters at Mi Alpha Alpha.
“I have no idea,” I say, “but anyone’s got to be better than last year’s Santa.”
Every year the sorority has a holiday Toys for Tots drive. We collect toys, then at our big end-of-the-semester party some guy from the college plays the part of Santa and stops by to pick them up. They get distributed by a local charity on Christmas day.
The previous Santa was a Tri-Delt who had shown up drunk and puked before he could even collect the gifts, so this year’s Santa not only wasn’t from a fraternity, he’d been given a three-drink limit. Luckily, we place no such silly limits on ourselves.
Right on cue, Cadence walks by, already buzzed even though the night is young. I nudge Brinly as I say, “Hey, Cadence, go easy tonight.”
She grins and says, “I’ve only had one,” before wandering off.
Brinly and I crack up. Ask Cadence four drinks from now and you’ll get the same response. It’s a running joke here at Mi Alpha Alpha.
“Oh my god,” Brinly says, her eyes wide and trained on the front door of the house. I swing my own gaze around to see what she’s gawking at.
“Holy shit,” I mumble.
Standing in the doorway—taking up just about the entire thing, in fact—is a gigantic Santa. He must be six-four or -five even without the hat, and his broad shoulders are pushing the boundaries of that Santa outfit he’s wearing. No jelly-belly on this Saint Nick; he is svelte enough to make the red-velvet and black leather costume look sexy. Seriously, even with the fake white beard.
Santa takes a few steps into the house and is promptly intercepted by Stacy. As the two speak, his eyes roam the room and stop abruptly when they land on me.
Or so it seems. Maybe I’m more buzzed than I thought.
“Is he staring at me?” I whisper to Brinly, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me.
“It would appear he is. You should probably close your mouth and wipe off the drool.”
I realize my mouth is indeed open and quickly bring my lips together. Thank God I’m not really drooling.
Yet.
I’m on the verge, though, as I check this man out.
Any hope that I have of being able to talk to Santa Hunk, however, evaporates when I see Cadence catch him just as he releases from Stacy’s grasp. Cadence is enough of a target already for boys at our house parties, since she’s got a great body and is usually buzzed and easily convinced into going wherever and doing whatever. And something tells me this Santa is going to be hit on all night long by girl after girl, so what chance would I have anyway?
I take one last gaze at the white-bearded wonder before I wander off, hoping I’ll see him again at some point so I can introduce myself. If I’m brave enough.
Of course, I don’t see him at all. Two hours and a few more drinks later, I resign myself to the idea of me having missed another golden opportunity. That’s the story of my life: me, Dani Drake, always a step too slow to find a good boyfriend. I can’t tell you the number of times I had my eyes on a boy only to have someone else swoop in before I could get up the nerve to talk to him.
Feeling a bit tipsy and thinking I should lie down for a while, I wander down the west hall of the big Mi Alpha Alpha house toward my room. When I reach the bathroom shared by four of us with rooms in that hall, I decide to stop off there first. Half expecting the door to be locked, I try the knob and am relieved when it turns in my hand.
I open the door and stop short when I see Santa Hunk standing there.
Peeing.
He immediately turns and tries to cover up.
“I’m sorry!” I say, mortified as I back out of the room. “It wasn’t locked.” Then I shut the door and run to my room, throwing myself on the bed.
I saw Santa peeing! My inner child is officially scarred for life.
I have no idea who that guy is, but now he probably thinks I’m some kind of pervert for walking in on him in the act.
And of course, I immediately wonder if he could have been THE GUY.
I arrived here at Oak Ridge for my sophomore year determined to finally lose my virginity. But it’s not just something that you do. I’m not waiting for Mr. Forever Husband, but I at least want someone special, someone I can remember fondly when I’m old and gray and I reminisce about my first time.
Maybe Santa Hunk could have been that guy. He was absolutely gorgeous, with his chiseled face and square jaw. And that body! Even under all that red velvet, I could tell he was ripped by the way he carried himself.
Great, Dani. Just great. Another chance, down the drain.
Nearly halfway done with college and still a virgin.
It sounds sweet, but it’s not. It’s sad.
I’m done with this party and I’m done with Santa Hunk. The semester ended yesterday, and I have one more final to take before I leave for winter break. Maybe next semester will be better than this one.
For now, I just want to lie here on my bed and chastise myself for being stupid.
My eyes couldn’t have been closed for longer than five minutes when a knock on the door forced me to re-open them.
Dammit. My first thought is that Brinly is checking on me because she hasn’t seen me in a while. Or maybe Tillie or Ava are doing the same. Then I figure it’s more likely to be Cadence, ready to pull me back to the festivities. As long as there’s alcohol somewhere in the house, that girl will refuse to stop partying.
I stumble out of bed, glad I hadn’t bothered to get undressed.
“What?” I demand grumpily as I open the door.
“You must be Dani.”
It’s him.
Santa Hunk.
The guy I walked in on while he was peeing just a little while ago.
“Santa! How…?” Did I seriously just call him Santa? Wow. I’m drunker than I thought.
“I asked one of your sorority sisters. I described you and she told me where you were.”
Damn, that voice. Warm, deep, and so resonant I can feel it in my bones. And he’s really fucking tall; I’m five-five and he’s about a foot taller than me. I stand there stunned, not believing that this incredible specimen of a man went to the trouble of tracking me down. Then I remember the restroom thing.
“I’m so, so sorry about that thing a few minutes ago,” I stammer, still mortified. “I had no idea there was anyone in there. I tried the knob and it—”
“It’s okay. I mean, to be honest, it isn’t the way I would have picked to meet you, but it was a simple misunderstanding.”
“I didn’t see anything,” I say, lying to save face.
I see he’s holding his Santa hat and beard and that he’s got a lovely square jaw, thick brown hair, and nice plump lips begging for me
to kiss them.
“I didn’t ask if you’d seen anything,” he replied with a charming smile. “Can I come in? I was hoping we could get to know one another a little.”
He wants to come in. Santa Hunk wants to enter my bedroom.
He must see the panic-stricken look on my face, because he quickly says, “Or I suppose you could come out? Whichever you’d prefer.”
“Um…” I look around my messy room. “I—”
“I’m Kal, by the way.” He offers me his hand as he steps into the room without waiting for permission.
“Hi.” I shake his hand, but I can’t seem to let go.
No, he’s the one not letting go.
“You’re very beautiful, Dani. I noticed you the moment I walked into the house. Dozens of girls in this house and I couldn’t pry my eyes off you. Then you disappeared.”
Kal isn’t only handsome as fuck, he’s a sweet-talker, too. And his sugar tongue is having a physical effect on me.
“And then you reappeared at the weirdest possible time,” he says, laughing.
I can feel my cheeks turn crimson. “I honestly didn’t see anything.”
“I’m just teasing you.”
He’s still holding my hand. Together our hands are warm, and that warmth is starting to spread to other parts of my body. This man is so fucking beautiful and so… manly.
“You were looking at me, too,” he says. When he sees my mortified expression, he quickly adds, “I mean earlier, when I was near the front door.”
I lower my chin because I don’t want him to see my big smile.
“I was. You made quite an entrance.”
Kal releases my hand and I feel a finger under my chin, tilting it back up. Then his lips are against mine, softly at first, as if asking permission.
Fuck permission. I don’t resist in the slightest, and his kiss grows more aggressive. Not in a bad way, but in the best possible way. His arms slide around my back and pull me to him. His body is rock hard and feels like it was made for sex. Or at least, it feels how a virgin thinks a sexy body should feel.
The kiss seems to last forever, our tongues breaking intimacy barriers that would have remained up even if we’d talked for hours first.
Then I feel him lifting my sweatshirt, and I instinctively raise my arms to make it as easy as possible. The heavy material passes in front of my face, then his fingers make quick work of my bra clasp. I make a clumsy attempt to grab it and hold it in place, but it eludes me and ends up at my feet. Just like that, my breasts are exposed to a man I just met minutes ago.
I hope he likes them. Most guys like big breasts, right? Please, like them.
Unsure of myself, I bring my hands up to cover them. Kal doesn’t seem to mind me holding my tits, though. In fact, I’m pretty sure he likes the sight.
It dawns on me that not only am I about to lose my virginity, I’m going to lose it to the handsomest man I’ve ever seen. Sure, I barely know him, but this is the first time. I’m not looking for a husband, I’m looking for a hot guy with a great body who has enough self-confidence to take what he wants.
This. Is. Perfect.
Kal takes a step back and smiles as he appraises my body. Good thing I’ve got enough alcohol in me to not give a shit about my flaws. If this guy wants me, I’m more than happy to give myself to him.
He peels off his Santa jacket and drops it on the floor, then his white T-shirt. My breath hitches when I see his perfectly sculpted torso. Flat stomach, six-pack, hard chest, big arms.
Fuck.
“Your turn,” he says.
I don’t care about turns. I’m drunk enough that I want to stare at him as he strips himself naked.
“No. You again.” I don’t even look at his face because I can’t stop staring at his chest.
His hands to go his giant black belt, sliding it off. Then he removes his tall shiny black boots, one at a time, socks going with them. My hands are subtly massaging my tits and I feel my nipples stiffen.
“Now you,” Kal says.
“No, you. Don’t stop. Please.”
This is definitely the alcohol talking, but I’m glad it’s taking control of the situation. If I were sober, I’d be beyond timid.
He unzips his red velvet pants and removes them, holding them in front of him. When he grins and drops them to the floor, my breath hitches a second time. He’s wearing tight boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.
And holy fuck.
This man is not only hung, he’s hard. Already. There’s nowhere to hide an erection that size.
He slips his fingers into the sides of this underwear. “And these?”
I can only nod, still holding my tits. Off come the boxer briefs, and out comes a gloriously stiff cock that scares me as much as it excites me.
“Now it’s your turn,” Kal says, closing the gap between us, his hard-on seeming to grow larger with each step.
His fingers undo my snap and slide down the zipper of my jeans, then he kneels in front of me and pulls them down, leaving my panties on. His hands grab my ass and pull me towards him as he lowers his head, and I feel his mouth against my pussy, his hot breath hitting my most private areas through the material. Then Kal’s tongue extends and slides up and down my wet slit.
If I don’t get these panties off, I’m going to scream.
He reads my mind and the next thing I know, I’m completely naked.
We’re both completely naked.
This is finally going to happen, assuming we can find a way to fit that cock in me.
Kal’s agile tongue finds me again, this time directly. He parts my slickened folds as he licks me up and down, eventually working his way up to my clit. I’m well on my way to an orgasm when he eases up and stands, then takes me in his arms and walks me to my bed, where he gently lays me on the covers.
Standing over me and staring down at my body, he’s like the big, bad wolf, salivating at the idea of eating me alive.
“You have an amazing body, Dani,” he says. “This is going to be so much fun.”
He retrieves a condom from his pants pocket, opens the packet and rolls it slowly down the length of his erection, inch by inch. I can’t help but wonder if he’s just showing off because he knows I’m watching. I reach out for that cock, but he’s on the bed before I can touch him, his hips between mine, his hard thighs nudging mine wider.
He uses some saliva to slicken the tip of his cock, placing it against my opening. I instinctively reach down and take his shaft in my hand to put it exactly in the right spot, but as I do I feel for the first time how large Kal really is. He’s all excited and swollen and rigid and hard and…
Big.
Like, really, really big.
I don’t know if I can do this.
I mean, I’m pretty sure I can, but I feel the sudden need to let him know my situation. He’s going to have to go slow, to give me time to get used to these new feelings and not freak out if something starts to hurt.
“Kal, wait.”
Shit, I hope me being a virgin isn’t going to ruin the perfect chance to lose my virginity.
“Something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong.”
“Then what?”
The head of his giant cock is literally between my wet lips, pressed to me, ready to push into me.
“I’m a virgin.”
The look on Kal’s face changes instantly. He slowly moves away, climbing off the bed and standing next to it. His eyes are etched with confusion as he stares down at me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was thinking—”
“You couldn’t know, Kal. Obviously. But it’s not like I’m saving myself for marriage or anything like that. I just… well, it just hasn’t happened yet.”
Kal nods, his hard-on refusing to wilt. Meanwhile, I’m lying on the bed looking up at him with that big thing hovering somewhere between my face and his.
“We don’t have to stop,” I say. “I just wanted you to know so
that we can proceed a little slowly. You know, let me get used to…” I look at his cock again, taking it in my hand. “…to this.” It’s so thick I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it.
He sits on the bed next to me, placing his hand gently on my upper chest, over my heart, then running it down over one breast. When he caresses the inside half, my nipples respond by perking up into hard little peaks at his touch.
“Listen, Dani, we can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
He reads my crestfallen expression and says, “Here’s the thing: Any guy would be insane not to want to sleep with a girl like you. You’re gorgeous, and…” His eyes run down the length of my body and slowly back up, giving me a nervous chill. He sucks in a breath. “And this body. Holy fuck, you’re a goddess.”
“Then why can’t we have sex? I want to, just slowly at first is all.”
“You’ve been drinking. It’s a consent thing.”
“What? I can consent. I do consent. You have my very eager, enthusiastic consent.”
“I get that. We wouldn’t have gotten this far if I thought otherwise. But you’re a virgin, and you need so be clear-headed when you decide who you’re going to be with that first time.”
“Kal, I’m ready. I’ve been thinking about this for so long now. You’re exactly the kind of guy I was waiting for.”
“Good, then we can do it.”
What? That was a quick turnaround. “We can?”
“Yeah, but not tonight. I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.” He hesitates a second and his warm smile makes my pussy even wetter. “I don’t want you to be sorry you slept with me. We can do it another night, when there’s less alcohol involved.”
I supposed he’s right, but I’m so utterly disappointed I can’t even form the words to express it.
“Do we have to put our clothes back on?” I ask. I’m not done leering at his astounding body yet.
He looks down at my hand, still wrapped around his hard cock and gently stroking it.
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