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  Oooo Holy Night

  Dani Wyatt

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Chapter 1

  Dodge

  “You’re the reindeer whisperer. You should have a TV show…”

  Phil the bar owner rubs the countertop with a white rag, snapping his tongue over his front teeth, which is just one of his annoying habits but he’s likeable, nonetheless.

  The ache in my neck doubles as I look around the crowd and spin my half full mug of Guinness in a slow circle.

  Santa Got Runover by a Reindeer comes on the jukebox, and I raise a hand to wave at a few locals that are singing out of tune and looking my way.

  I mull over how to fix the reindeer paddock back at my place.

  The deer were roaming all over the land when I came back with the trailer with the eight I’d used for the sleigh today, and it took me the better part of an hour to round them all up. Empty food troughs, water filled with dirt. Kids don’t come out my way much, and I don’t usually have any trouble on account of my size, but someone got in there and fucked things up but good.

  I can’t have shit like that going on. The safety of my deer is my primary concern.

  Or at least it should be on a normal day. But this is anything but a normal day.

  “Another perfect performance,” Phil adds. “Two more to go and it’s another year off for your four-legged friends.”

  “Thanks,” I grunt, throwing back the rest of the cool dark beer in an effort to dislodge the lump in my throat.

  Every time the door opens, time stops.

  The chances that she’s already in town are good, but the chance that she might walk through the door of The Frankenmuth Station while I’m sitting here are slim at best. That doesn’t stop the rampant images stampeding through my brain, of her running across the bar, a smile spreading on her lush lips as she sees me. She skip-hops my way, tits bouncing, diving into my lap, hands sweeping around my neck as her lips connect to mine…

  “Him? On TV?” Donald, a guy I’ve known since high school who makes his second home here at the bar, says with a chuckle, pulling me from my fantasy. He raises his empty mug to Phil and points to mine before continuing. “Maybe in a horror show. You see that kid start crying today at the parade when ol’ Doctor Doolittle here came down the street?” He swallows his last gulp of some piss-water light carb-conscious beer, then finishes, his voice heightened with excitement. “Oh, hey…you guys hear that oil company found black gold on the Lancaster place? That’s next door to you.” He nods my way and shoves his empty mug toward Phil.

  Phil nods, but I’m barely listening. My balls have been in a square knot all fucking day for two reasons.

  One, she almost always comes to town on this day. The day before Christmas Eve. She’s usually at the parade but I didn’t see her today and I can’t stop worrying that something’s happened. Or she’s not coming this year.

  It’s been five years since I first saw her holding her grandparents’ hands at the parade and even then a force stronger than a Category Five hurricane whipped up inside of me. It was more possessive and protective back then, but as the years went by it spun into something far more dangerous.

  The second reason my head is fucked, is I know her birthday was two months ago. The restraint I’ve shown in the past is fraying. The legalities that have kept my lust at bay are no longer in place.

  It’s the only thing that’s kept me away. The nights I’ve lain in bed, plotting and planning how to get her underneath me. How to secure her into my world. All weave together now as I wonder how long my humanity will last before I do unspeakable things to bind her to me forever.

  “Yeah. Old Mr. Lancaster was in here couple days ago. Says they’re pumping a hundred barrels a day from the two wells they hit out there. Making him a fortune.”

  “He’s an asshole,” I grumble, taking a long swig of the new mug of beer in front of me.

  “Yeah, but he’s a rich asshole now.” Donald slaps a hand down on the bar top, making me jump and my fingers ball into fists. “Hear the company is looking for more land owners for drilling leases around there. Has to be twenty acres or more. Maybe you should throw your hat in the ring.”

  Phil gives him a hard stare then rolls his eyes.

  “What?” Donald throws his hands up.

  “Sometimes you’re the asshole,” I tack on as he shrugs and looks innocent. “I don’t own the fucking land.”

  I growl under my breath. It’s a known fact with the locals here in Frankenmuth, Michigan, that my family has been the local reindeer stewards going back three generations. I’ve got two hundred acres, including the barn and cabin I call home.

  Only, an old deal made by my grandfather secured the land under very specific parameters, beholden to my neighbors to the south. An independent executor monitors my use of the land, and so long as it doesn’t break any of the original conditions, I get to stay there on an indefinite lease.

  It’s an ancient agreement, but it’s ironclad. I don’t own the land, or have any claim to it, but nobody can kick me out unless certain terms are not kept. Ironically, those neighbors that own the land itself are her grandparents. I don’t like to be beholden to anyone, but there’s no fucking way I’m ever leaving that land or the reindeer that are under my charge.

  “Oh, yeah, sorry.” Donald looks sheepish and I don’t hold grudges. Well, except one.

  The knots that started down low are moving through my guts, knowing even if I was able to somehow get the young beauty in my clutches, she would never want to stay. Not with me.

  I’m nearly seven feet of thick, gritty unpleasantness, both in looks and nature. She’s perfection embodied. Five feet of softness and smiles. Five feet of baby-making fantasy. Five feet of sweetness that would be torn apart by the beast between my legs that no woman has been able to take before.

  Not that I tried too many times, or had that many opportunities.

  “Oh, hey…” Donald starts again, and my teeth clench. “You know what else I heard?”

  “What?” Phil answers as my muscles tighten and he gives me a ‘calm down’ sort of look. I’m not much on human interaction, but I tolerate these little moments of normalcy in town a couple times of month
, otherwise I’d be a complete recluse.

  “Your friend, Davis Vredenberg—” The sound of that name sends my blood flooding south and my heart dents the inside of my chest wall because that’s her last name as well. “Heard he’s in town as usual with his little sister in tow, but get this, he’s married. Brought his new wife along. You’re probably the only one from our graduating class that’s not married now. All you do is work on your cars and play with your reindeer.”

  “He’s not my fucking friend,” I seethe. He was an asshole in school and has been trying every underhanded way he knows to get me off the land where I live for years now.

  But, all of that is secondary.

  The vein on my forehead is thumping.

  She’s here. In town. Somewhere.

  I don’t give a shit about her shitty brother Davis who went to school with us. He and his parents moved down state just after we graduated. He comes back every year trying to sucker someone in town into one of his get rich schemes. His parents had Heather a year or so after they moved away, but never brought her back here. Some feud with her mother’s parents, my neighbors.

  Wasn’t until they’re parents were killed, Davis saw dollar signs and started coming back every Christmas to spend time with his grandparents who live on the property adjacent to mine. They’re loaded and pushing ninety, so I’m sure Davis is counting down the days until he gets to see just exactly what is in their will.

  The only redeeming quality he has, is that he stepped in to raise Heather after the car accident when she was thirteen.

  Over those years, I’ve shared restrained, pained, short exchanges of words with her at the parades in town, when I had my reindeer there for events. She’s sweet perfection. Grown now into something that turns my calm, base nature into a rabid beast.

  “Holy shit.” I hear Phil’s voice but it’s distant as my mind drifts, thinking of Heather’s blue eyes, wondering if I’ll be able to keep myself from throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her off when I see her, knowing she’s just scraped up on her eighteenth birthday. “Okay, listen, Dodge…”

  My eyes snap to Phil who’s looking worried.

  “Listen to what?” I grumble.

  “Dude.” Now it’s Donald to my left. I look over and see him swallow hard before his eyes give him away, flicking to the hallway that leads to the back door of the bar.

  And flames feel like they engulf me.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, but I can’t breathe. Her red hair is loose around her shoulders as she walks behind her brother and what must be his shiny new wife.

  She can’t hold a candle to my girl. Heather is glowing brighter than the Christmas tree in the corner of the bar. She smiles and waves at someone across the room and I stand bolt upright, ready to go smash the face of the guy I see waving back.

  My pulse is rushing through my ears, drowning out both Phil and Donald’s pleas as her brother Davis turns his head my way and gives me a shitty nod. He was the quarterback, asshole, shit-eating suck up in high school. Behind the scenes, he was a shit human, a bully, and on more than one occasion I gave him a dose of his own medicine.

  Only, with his all-American boy, varsity jacket, wholesome façade, teachers looked the other way. With me? I spent more time in detention and suspended than anyone else in my graduating class.

  When you look like a monster, you get treated like a monster.

  I stare at her, standing to my full freakish height as my boner strains and does battle against my zipper. The amount of blood leaving my brain in a rush to fill the massive length makes the room start to spin as a rage flames through me at all the other fucks who think they can look at what’s mine.

  Yes, fucking mine.

  I’ve waited. But in this instant, I know I won’t let her go again. Not now. Not ever again.

  Claws rake down the muscles of my back and a guttural sound rips from my throat as they head toward the bar.

  She’s the only thing that’s ever made me feel things like this. My nature is stoic, unaffected. But, with her, I’m alive. Feral. Obsessed.

  Time bends around her. Heather’s movements are in slow motion as she spins her head, her hair flying around as she slips off her emerald-green jacket, revealing a plaid skirt that brushes her mid-thigh. Her creamy flesh spilling out of a tight white long-sleeved blouse, unbuttoned too far to show off her voluptuous juicy tits that have me spellbound.

  My mouth waters, thinking of how she will taste. How her nipples will harden as I suck. My fingers twitch as my hands shake and I’m losing the last shred of control I had when I woke up this morning, praying she would be here today.

  “Well, Dodge Ronson.” Her brother eyes me up and down as I fight off a snarl. “Always the dapper dresser.”

  The blonde next to him, who I presume is his new bride, giggles. Heather is to my right, just a few steps away, but she hasn’t looked at me yet. She stands behind a chair where she’s laid her jacket, a few other locals smiling and greeting her as their tense gazes snap my way.

  When her head turns my world stops. Her sky-blue eyes grab me by the balls and squeeze. I’m dying standing here, her scent already torturing me as her bubblegum-pink lips offer a hesitant smile.

  A growl fills my swelling chest and I have to fight the urge to pull her next to me, reach down and run my rough palm up her creamy thigh until I get a handful of her warmth, showing her who she is going to be to me from now on.

  “Hi,” I hear her say, but in my head it translates into something filthy. An invitation to mount her silky heat on my face and let her ride my tongue into forever. “Sorry I missed today’s parade. I always love to see your reindeer pulling the sleigh. But, I’ll be sure to be there for the Christmas Eve show.”

  “We were delayed,” her brother interjects, but I don’t turn his way. I’m hypnotized by her fluttering lashes, the little miniature twinkling Christmas-bulb earrings she’s wearing. “But…” his voice drones on as my heart hammers in my chest, “she was griping about missing seeing your reindeer today. Maybe she can come by later? It’s time we let the past be the past. We are neighbors, after all. I just bought a new ATV at the grandparents’, she could ride over. Feed the deer. Get her to shut up about me making her miss—”

  “We’re not neighbors. Your grandparents are my neighbors,” I grunt.

  He shrugs a shoulder. “Things are changing.”

  I step right up to him, looking down, wondering what he means. “No one should make her shut up. She can talk whenever she wants.”

  His eyes go wide, then narrow. “Step down, Dodge. This isn’t high school.”

  Rage heats my skin. No one should ever tell her to shut up. I look over to see her discomfort as she worries her bottom lip, looking at us both. The blonde standing next to him looks amused.

  “I should go,” I bark. If I don’t, I’m going to hurt him and start cutting off the hands of every guy in the bar that’s looking her way thinking they may have a chance to touch her.

  “No, don’t leave.” Davis reaches in his pocket and hands Heather a twenty-dollar bill. “Go buy him a drink, sis. Get him whatever he wants.”

  Heather’s uncertain eyes lock on mine as her cheeks turn ripe pink and warm, sticky cum seeps from my dick and down my leg.

  “Do you want a drink?” she asks, trepidation in her voice, and I have to lie.

  “Yes,” I grunt, giving her brother a glare as he chuckles and takes a seat at the table with the other locals. “Come with me.”

  I reach down and grab her hand, the contact shooting through me like I’ve just touched a live wire. This is my moment and I’m not letting it go.

  Just like I’m not letting her go.

  Chapter 2

  Heather

  I can’t believe Dodge Ronson is holding my hand.

  I follow along behind the massive man that’s been my crush and fantasy for so long, remembering the first time I saw him, walking next to Santa’s sleigh in the Christmas parade here in Frankenmuth, where my
grandparents have their home.

  It’s the most Christmassy place on earth, I think, and people come from all over the world to visit all year but especially at the holidays.

  I was thirteen that first year. My heart frozen, just like the winter air, as I stood with my brother who had become my guardian. My grandparents were holding my hands as I fought off tears thinking of my first Christmas without my mom and dad.

  I saw the reindeer first. They were just like out of a storybook. Bigger than I imagined, wild looking, but obediently pulling the enormous red sleigh down the center of main street with thousands of onlookers clapping and cheering as snowflakes fluttered down and the clock in the center of town chimed.

  The bells all over their harnesses were jingling, their nostrils flaring. They snorted and trotted forward with Santa holding the reins and waving to the crowd.

  That’s when I saw him, and I knew. Santa wasn’t in charge of those animals.

  This man was.

  He stood off to the side, bigger than any man I’d ever seen. The reindeer shot him wary glances every few steps as if checking in.

  Are we okay?

  Yes, you are fine, I’m here.

  Okay, we will keep going then.

  Then, our eyes connected, and he stopped.

  Then the deer stopped, and the crowd went silent.

  Santa looked at the monster of a man, then gave a few uneasy ‘Ho, ho, ho’s’ to the unsure crowd as my heart felt like it would burst from my chest. I don’t know how long our eyes stayed connected, but it felt like an eternity and a blink of an eye.