Free Last Christmas (Bound Together) by Marie Coulson Page A

of practice. Either way, I sure was appreciative of her talents. She had a tight little body and I could have spent hours just throwing her over every surface in her house. It would have been perfect if her parents hadn’t come home from their ski trip early and found me pounding their daughter on the couch. It’s a good thing I ran track in school because her father was an ex-marine! I managed to get away but I had to leave my favorite T-shirt behind. I got it at a Greenday concert. Guess I’ll never see that again. To be honest though, I can’t really complain. I could have left there with something a lot more valuable missing! She was totally worth it though.

Jackie

    Now, I don’t usually go for the older woman…but this one was worth it. Cougar? More like lioness! She had me in her sights the minute I walked into the bar. I’d hardly sat my ass on a stool before she was pouncing on me. She had a rocking bod for an older chick and her skills and techniques…wow. I would definitely dip my feet in the older gene pool again.

Lisa

    Oh dear God! Stalker? Bunny boiler? The crazy ass bitch watched me sleep to make sure I didn’t bail! Thank God for bladders. The second she went to the bathroom, I was outta there like a bullet from a gun! Note to self…try and avoid the nut jobs and clingy chicks that just got dumped. She wasn’t on the rebound. She was on the fucking prowl!

Chapter 10
    Screwed
     
    I held my breath as I tiptoed silently out of Alice’s room. I think her name was Alice, or maybe it was Alex. It was Al…something. Anyway, I crept as quietly as I could, not because I was afraid of waking her, no that would have been fine, I could have come up with an excuse and told her I’ll call her. No, it was the one hundred and twenty pound pit bull, lying in her hall that had me praying my sneakers would live up to their name.
    I made it to the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching for the handle I gently turned it and glanced back over my shoulder. Silence and stillness. Thank you God. I was so caught up in my victory, that I didn’t see the squeaky toy on the floor and as my foot landed heavily on it I winced.
    No time for thinking, I yanked the door open and made my escape just as the dog came hurtling down the hall toward me. I could hear the girl yelling as I stood on the other side of the door with my foot jammed between it and the frame. The damn animal had caught my sneaker in its mouth and was pulling on it, tearing the material.
    “Boxer! Boxer! Stop that!” The girl was coming down the hall and I was actually glad to hear her voice. The dog released my foot and as the door opened I saw why. Glaring at me with Boxer’s collar gripped in her hand, the girl held the dog back as it barked and growled at me.
    “Bailing without saying a word? You’re such an asshole.”
    I ran my fingers through my hair and shrugged.
    “You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.” Liar. You didn’t wanna do the whole crying, self-hate thing they do when they realize they’ve been used.
    “What a load of bullshit! You were bailing. You’re such a douche. I knew you had a rep but seriously? Grow the fuck up.”
    “Hey, don’t hate the player.”
    “You did not seriously try to use that line? Urgh. Not every girl you go to bed with wants to marry you for crying out loud. But a cup of coffee and a thanks would be something. It’s just good manners.”
    Shit . I hadn’t thought about it like that. She was still glaring at me but her expression had softened a little.
    “Sorry. I just thought…”
    “You thought you were hot stuff and that every girl wants a fucking relationship with you. Well, sorry to burst your bubble but I don’t. I’m going to make coffee and toast. Now, are you in or out?”
    “If you’ll call off the hound then I’m in.”
    She rolled her eyes and pulled the dog out of the way so I could get in. It growled at me but she tugged on the collar and spoke in