Cold Killjoy (Mistletoe Montana Book 17) by Esther E. Schmidt

Author:Esther E. Schmidt [Schmidt, Esther E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-23T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

– KILLJOY –

I knew Miller was a shady fucker the second I laid eyes on him. I’ve always been a good judge of character and have always followed my gut. Rarely people can surprise me and the rarity is standing before me.

At first glance she gave off the stripper vibe and her cheerfulness stole the show, but it’s her feistiness that captured my attention. Her eyes hold her heart and it’s a straight window showing me she cares with the kind of emotion that screams loyalty and trust.

And it’s for this reason I know this woman is old lady material. My old lady. She said yes to being mine and she might not completely understand what it entailed when she agreed, but I can tell it’s really starting to sink in.

“I…I should go. You need to handle this.” She’s turning away and ready to run again, but I have her back in my arms with my next breath.

Burying my fist in her silky, chestnut hair I stare into her eyes when I tell her, “No more running. We agreed. You’re mine and you’re coming with me to see how your man handles situations.”

Her eyes bulge. “I can’t be an accessory to murder, I have other things to do today.”

A sly smile spreads my face. “Like designing new dildo underwear?”

“Ass action can be life enhancing while murder is life ending.” At this point she’s starting to glare at me while my smirk is now in place.

My dick stands to attention with all this ass talk. “Oh, I am well aware, sweetheart. And I’ll be sure to enhance your life very damn soon. But not every biker ends a situation by killing, there are more fun ways to handle shit. Accidents for instance, happen more than you think.”

Her forehead scrunches before her eyes widen and her nose wrinkles.

“Could you fucking stop thinking up shit? I’m not going to shove something up Miller’s ass as retribution.”

Her cheeks turn flaming red. “I wasn’t…okay, it might have crossed my mind, but it’s your fault with all the ass talk.”

“Great,” I mutter to myself. “The woman designs and sells underwear with dildos stuck in it and it’s my fault she’s thinking about people using them. Figures.”

She punches my shoulder and whispers underneath her breath, “You’re such an asshole.”

“I love it when your mouth loses the jolly filter.” I chuckle and can’t help but tease her some more when I add, “Nice word choice, though. You really are fascinated with them, aren’t you?”

I shouldn’t make her pissed but the woman is flaming hot when all of her focus is directed at me. Not to mention all this ass talk is making me painfully hard. Before she can say another word I take her lips in a hard kiss and grab her ass. I’m caught by surprise when I go from tongues battling to swallowing laughter.

She pulls back, laughter still spilling over her perfect lips when she fake scolds me, “You’re not touching my ass, Cold.”

I give her ass another squeeze.

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