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‘Twas the Knight Before Christmas ISBN # 1-4199-0478-7 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ‘Twas the Knight Before Christmas Copyright© 2005 J.C. Wilder Edited by Sue-Ellen Gower. Cover design by Syneca. Photography by Dennis Roliff. Electronic book Publication: December 2005

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‘TWAS THE KNIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

J.C. Wilder

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‘Twas the Knight Before Christmas

Chapter One “P.A. Norville, please report to Saint Peter’s office immediately.” At the sound of Angel Noelle’s smooth voice over the intercom, Probationary Angel Norville sat up with a crash. The front legs of his wooden chair struck the polished floor only moments before the oversized bowl of hot buttered popcorn. The container cracked in half and greasy kernels spilled across the floor. “Oh, bother! Mother Teresa gave me that bowl.” With a chubby hand he brushed at his belly only to discover oily yellow stains on his white robes. “Double bother.” His shoulders slumped. Saint Peter wasn’t going to be happy with him. Popcorn crunched under his Air Jesus sandals when he approached a full-length mirror. Staring into his all-too-familiar face, he grabbed a voluminous sleeve to scrub at his mouth in an effort to remove the buttery residue of his snack. Stepping back, his gaze caught on the slightly tarnished, crooked halo that hung suspended several inches over his head. No, Saint Peter definitely wasn’t going to be happy with him. Upon entering heaven, probationary angels had two tasks, the first being to earn their halo and the second, their wings. For the first task —all it took to earn the gold circlet was to answer one prayer from the billions received each day. His prayer had been to find a missing cat for a young girl in Kansas. When Sarabeth had awoken to find her missing feline curled up next to her, she’d been ecstatic and he’d been granted his halo. No, earning the halo wasn’t difficult, it was keeping the dratted thing straight that caused him difficulties.

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He nudged the halo with one finger. It emitted a soft chime but didn’t budge. His mouth twisted. Most of the other angels had shiny, straight halos while his, even after almost one hundred and forty years in the Angel Realm, still hung at an angle signifying his shame for all to see. Would he ever manage to complete his tasks to the satisfaction of Saint Peter and DAB, the Disciple Advisory Board, and get his halo straightened once and for all? Licking his fingers, he began smoothing his unruly blond curls. For most angels, Halo Straightening or, as it was called in the Realm, Going Straight, was a relatively easy process. A tilted halo was earned when an angel bungled a task so badly the backup team was called in to salvage the situation. The only way to correct a halo issue was to complete an assigned task or tasks of goodwill on earth. While he’d had hundreds of assignments so far, very few had turned out as Saint Peter and DAB had wished. One of his earliest assignments had been with a young man named Richard, a lost soul in the city of Chicago. Working odd jobs, he was on the verge of succumbing to the darkness of drink and despair. Norville’s assigned tasks were to find him a home, a suitable job and his one true love. That was his favorite part, finding love. The housing situation had been simple, an older woman by the name of O’Leary had the perfect situation for young Richard. Her guardian angel, Probie Tony and Norville had finagled a meeting between Richard and the kindly older woman when she was in a moment of need. Forever the gentleman, Richard had assisted her home from the greengrocer and she’d learned of his dire circumstances. She’d offered him a small room over the barn in exchange for caring for the animals and other chores around her home. He’d gladly accepted the arrangement and Norville was one step closer to his goal. Locating a suitable job was a simple matter of positioning his charge in the right place at the right time. After gently guiding and coaxing Richard into place, he was

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offered a job working as an apprentice blacksmith, a position for which he was well suited. Only one task left. The final step hadn’t been as easy as Norville had hoped. In his human life he’d had very little experience with the opposite sex so he’d been somewhat handicapped. One of his coworkers was working with a young widowed woman and her two small children. Seeing the opportunity to save the day for both of them, the angels arranged for Rich and Sarah to meet. Both had been charmed with each other and soon a wedding was being planned for early winter. Then came that fateful day, October 8, 1871, when Sarah made a divine fried chicken dinner to take to her fiancé. To this day Norville could still smell that chicken with mashed potatoes, piping hot biscuits and fresh white gravy. Too bad Richard hadn’t been quite so eager to see his fiancée. Sarah arrived at the O’Leary barn to find her beloved in the arms of another woman. Horrified and outraged, she’d flung the dinner pail at the lovers and stomped away. Bossy, one of the resident cows, had received a splash of hot gravy on her hindquarters causing her to lash out, and her hoof struck a lantern. But that wasn’t the end of the story. Not only had the barn burned to the ground, it had taken one third of Chicago with it. While humans called it The Great Chicago Fire, the other inhabitants of the Realm referred to it as the Unfortunate Gravy Incident of Seventy One. To this day, on the anniversary of the fire, Norville received thousands of cow pictures via email. Heavenly inhabitants had wicked senses of humor. “P.A. Norville, please report to Saint Peter’s office immediately.” Angel Noelle’s voice carried the merest hint of impatience which sent Norville scurrying to his wardrobe for a fresh robe. He quickly exchanged the stained one for a

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fresh garment. Pulling it on as he walked toward the exit, he knew he had to hurry as Saint Peter wasn’t one to be kept waiting. In fact, the man terrified him. Opening the door of his cell, he was afforded a breathtaking view of the earth below. His heart swelled as it did every time he looked upon the breathtaking sight. Raising his hand, a small cloud glided up to his door and he stepped aboard for the trip to Corporate Headquarters. The breeze was refreshing and he passed hundreds of other celestial beings as they went about their day. Some hung out on various clouds and suspended oases, some lounged, taking a break from their work, while others were in meetings with coworkers. He passed a large group preparing for a heavenly game of soccer while another cloud sported a tremendous crowd of fishermen readying for an expedition. Norville waved at friends as his transport whisked him along the heavenly highway—traffic was mercifully light today—toward a large structure on the edge of the horizon. As he drew closer, his heart began to beat a nervous tattoo. In the past few years he’d been here so many times the Archangels knew him by name. His transport whisked him straight to the front door, stopping at the feet of Michael. One dark brow rose when the Archangel caught sight of him. Crossing his massive arms over his bare broad chest, he looked down at Norville from his impressive height. “Back again, Probie?” His booming voice shook Norville’s transport, forcing him to grab the handlebars or possibly topple off the side. For an angel without wings this could be somewhat painful. “Yes, well,” Norville forced a jovial smile, “I’m very popular with the in-crowd you know.” An attractive smile broke out on Michael’s perfect face. “That’s the attitude, Norville.” He stepped aside. “You can go in now.” “Thank you, sir. I’ll be sure to put a good word in for you with Saint Peter.” 8


The other angel laughed and Norville, more nervous than ever, scurried into the building. The entry hall, a shimmering expanse of marble and gold, was surprisingly empty for this time of day. As he hurried toward the elevators, he could feel gazes boring into his back from the gallery above. The doors slid open and he was breathless when he stated his destination. The doors shut. “You’re late.” Angel Noelle’s voice sounded in his ear. “Well, I had to get cleaned up before I could come in.” Checking out his reflection in the gleaming door, he took a moment to straighten his robe. “I was working out. Weightlifting is good for the soul.” “Oh, really?” A soft chime sounded and Noelle appeared before him. She was a human’s ideal angel. With her pale blonde hair and blue eyes, her robes were immaculate, her halo shone and her wings were perfectly groomed. She shook her head. “When are you going to learn that you, of all angels, cannot afford to keep management waiting?” “Peter and I are like that,” he held up his crossed fingers. “He understands my ways.” She rolled her blue eyes. “You’re hopeless.” “But I’m popular with the ladies.” He forced a grin though he felt like throwing up. Right now he’d do anything to prevent himself from peeing in his undergarments. Wait, had he even remembered to put them on? Before he could feel for the waistband, the elevator doors opened and they stepped out into the office of Saint Peter, the keeper of the gates of Heaven. The spacious room was lined with thousands of books, the shelves stuffed to overflowing. What couldn’t fit on the shelves were arranged in untidy stacks on the floor. Stepping around the tottering piles, Noelle led Norville to the desk in the middle of the room. Saint Peter himself was seated at the desk, his long gray hair in perfect order and a pair of spectacles perched on the tip of his nose. He was reading from a tremendous tome and his lips moved as he read. 9

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“Saint Peter, P.A. Norville has arrived, sir,” Noelle spoke. Saint Peter looked up, his smile distracted. “Thank you, Angel Noelle. You may go now.” She dipped her head toward him then vanished in a faint lavender-scented puff of air. “Saint Peter, always a pleasure to see you—” Norville began. “Hmm.” One bushy gray brow rose. “I’d heard we were as close as this.” The older man held up his twined fingers. Norville blushed. Caught again. “Sorry about that, it was a vague attempt at humor.” “Yes.” Saint Peter’s head dipped and he stared at Norville over his glasses. “Very vague.” His stomach cramped. “I have another task for you and this is a very important one.” He slammed the book shut and a clap of thunder rolled through the room. “Do you remember Star Whitefeather from Montana?” “Yes, sir.” He nodded. “She was one of Angel Kizzy’s souls. College student hoping to become a social worker and aid battered children, if I remember correctly.” “I see you remember her.” Saint Peter gave an approving nod. “Kizzy is busy with another assignment and I need you to help Ms. Whitefeather out of a tricky situation.” “Of course, sir, I’d be delighted.” Norville clasped his hands in what he hoped was a serene pose. “Just what would you like me to do for the young lady?” Saint Peter removed his glasses and dropped them on the desk. “Ms. Whitefeather has graduated from college and is working for the Department of Children’s Services in Montana. A few hours ago the agency received a call regarding two children in possible danger. This woman takes her job very seriously and since she’s the only one without family waiting for her this evening, she volunteered to investigate the situation. Right at

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this very moment she’s in her car trying to get home and she’s gotten caught in a snowstorm.” “A storm, sir?” His stomach twisted. With his track record Saint Peter had to know that he didn’t handle storms very well. Surely he didn’t forget about the landslides in California only a few years ago— “This isn’t a simple storm, Norville. It is a blizzard with near whiteout conditions and your charge is driving in the dark down a mountainside.” Norville gulped. “I need you to guide Ms Whitefeather to shelter and keep her safe until the storm passes.” Well, that didn’t sound too difficult. “Consider it done, sir—” “Not so fast, Norville. You are also to answer her most ardent prayer, to not spend another Christmas alone.” Saint Peter picked up his glasses. “Just so you know, I received a note from The Big Man about this task. As is His way, each year on the eve of his son’s birth, He selects one special mortal and Star Whitefeather is just that woman.” Now he knew he was going to throw up. “Isn’t Angel Roscoe available?” He began to wring his hands. “He would be much better equipped for this assignment—” “He specifically asked for you, Norville.” He gulped again. He wasn’t even aware the Big Man knew his name. “Don’t worry, son, I think this job is right up your alley.” Saint Peter gave him a tense smile. “The Big Man doesn’t make mistakes so there must be a reason he requested your services for this task.” “I can’t imagine what it would be,” Norville mumbled. “Not unless he deliberately wanted this screwed up.”

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Saint Peter shook his head. “You’re too hard on yourself. Any angel could’ve made the misstep which caused that fire—” “What about the Titanic?” Norville’s shoulders slumped. Saint Peter nodded. ”That too.” “Or the San Francisco earthquake—” “You’re not helping yourself, Norville.” His tone was chiding. “Yes, sir.” He straightened his spine. His mother would box his ears if she knew he’d slumped in the presence of Saint Peter. “Do you understand your assignment, son?” “Yes, sir. I am to assist Star Whitefeather to shelter and then answer her most ardent prayer to find love for the holidays.” “Very good, Norville.” He replaced his glasses on the tip of his nose. “Complete this simple task and your halo will be straightened for good.” “For good, sir?” His stomach fell. This must a tricky assignment to grant such a large boon for successful completion. “Yes, for good.” He opened the massive tome and this time it made a pleasant jingling sound. “You can count on me, sir.” Norville started to salute when his voluminous sleeve slapped him across the face. Startled, he jerked backward only to stumble over a stack of books. “I got it!” He spun and tried to catch the falling volumes. The books landed with a crash and with flaming cheeks he hastily restacked the pile. Turning, he caught the look of longsuffering patience on Saint Peter’s face. No, Saint Peter definitely wasn’t pleased with him.

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Chapter Two One minute Star was straining to see the snow-covered road ahead and the next her SUV was in a dangerous skid. Without hesitation she countersteered the vehicle, her blood running cold when it failed to respond. A tire slammed into a boulder on the side of the road and her teeth clicked together hard. Her eyes widened when the headlights illuminated a thick row of pine trees that ran along the edge of the road. She’d grown up only a few miles from here and she knew they were the only thing standing between her car and a two-hundred-foot plunge into the valley. Wrenching the wheel to the left, the SUV responded sluggishly to slide toward a drainage ditch. Suddenly, as if the car had a mind of its own, it turned and headed toward the trees again. Bile burned her throat at the thought of plummeting into the valley. Her body wouldn’t be found until the spring thaw. “I don’t want to die alone, God!” Hurtling toward certain death, she swore under her breath as she wrestled with the steering wheel. With only several yards remaining, she was stunned to see the startled face of…Santa Claus? Without warning her car slammed into something solid and sent the vehicle into a spin. Whirling back across the road, her entire world tipped when she crashed into the ditch. Her head struck the side window and everything went black. “Oh my!” Norville raced across the road to peer in through her window. Blood ran down the left side of her face and she was motionless. Had he killed her? With a wave of his hand the window vanished and he put his hand on her shoulder. Her heartbeat was strong and true though the blow to her head had knocked her out cold. Pressing his fingers into the base of her skull, he whispered, “Wake.” Norville stepped back, the window reformed and the woman stirred. He smiled. 13

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When she opened her eyes, Star’s first thought was relief that she was still alive. Reaching for the wheel, she pulled herself upright. The engine had stalled but her radio and headlights were still working. She didn’t know how long she’d been out but her windows were covered with a light dusting of snow and her radio station had changed from rock and roll to fifties music. Damn, her head hurt. Dragging off her gloves, she touched her forehead, not surprised when her fingers found a small knot and the side of her face was sticky. Blood. Feeling for her seat belt release, Star racked her brain to remember where, exactly, she was. Her dashboard clock told her it was just after nine p.m. If she remembered correctly, she’d gone out to the Michaels’ home to check on their kids only to find them warm and safe. She’d spent maybe an hour with them to leave around seven then lost more time when she’d had a flat tire. Now, an hour and a half later and she still wasn’t home, instead here she was in a ditch on Christmas Eve. Great, just great. Free of the seat belt, she twisted around until one butt cheek was on the seat and the other on the console. Star reached for the wiper switch, and they swept the snow away to reveal her dilemma. The SUV was indeed in a ditch and was just short of being on its side. This night was getting better and better. The snow fell in a thick white curtain though it seemed to have slowed some. Scanning what little she could see of the road, a strange image took shape in her mind— a thick line of pine trees, the drop-off and a short chubby man in choir robes and sandals standing on the side of the road. He’d had a shocked look on his face and something akin to a cockeyed halo which dangled over his head.

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Star rubbed the spot between her eyes. She must’ve hit her head harder than she’d first thought. There was no way anyone with any sense would be on this road in the middle of a blizzard. Which, of course, meant she had no sense whatsoever. She dropped her hand. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d heard that analysis of her personality. It was her older sister Meghan’s favorite refrain. Heaving a sigh, she pushed away all thoughts of her family. It was obvious to her there was no way she could get the car out of this ditch, so driving home was out of the question. Well, that left her with two options. One was to sit there and slowly freeze to death and the other was to walk up the road and look for help. Seeing that she wasn’t a sitting kind of girl, it looked like she’d be taking a walk. After turning off everything in the car, she located her gloves and hat on the floor of the passenger seat. Bundling up as much as she could, Star struggled to open the door. A cascade of snow rained into her face and the wind flung open the door. Gasping when the icy air rushed into the cabin, she struggled to get to her feet, her movements hampered by heavy winter clothing. “Now why couldn’t this have happened in the summer?” she muttered to herself. “I’d much rather wreck in my bathing suit and get a tan while I walk than stumble around like a snow beast.” Struggling against the elements and her clothing, she climbed out of the SUV then dropped to the road. Her sturdy work shoes slid on the ice and she landed hard on her butt. “Well, hells bells.” A strange sound, almost like that of male laughter, brought up her head. As far as she could see, there was no one anywhere near her. “Great, now I’m hearing things,” she muttered. Scrambling to her feet in order to survey her surroundings, the faint zigzagging tire tracks from her trusty car were testament to her close call with the pine trees. Stomping

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to the other side of the road, her eyes widened when she reached the spot where she’d seen the funny little man. She resisted the urge to rub her eyes. Tire tracks were headed for the trees only to come to an abrupt stop to spin off across the road. Her eyes widened. There, on the shoulder, were two distinct footprints. “Oh my—” A rush of icy air caught her in the face and she staggered against the current. Before her eyes, the prints vanished in a flurry of snow and an abnormally fierce wind. Sleet pricked her skin causing her to stagger back toward her car. Seeking shelter near the tailgate, Star pondered her few options. Her home was at least five to six miles away at the base of the mountain. If she were foolish enough to try and make it she’d be a human Popsicle within an hour. Already her feet were cold and it was only a matter of time before they went numb. Frostbite was a serious danger so the only viable option was to walk up the mountain toward Justice Knight’s home. A slow tingle began in her belly at the thought of the handsome deputy. He was, without a doubt, the nicest and sexiest man she’d ever met. Yowza. Stepping away from the car, she wrapped her arms across her chest and began the trek upward. The good thing about walking toward his house was that just thinking about his tight butt would keep her warm for hours. It was last October that she’d first met Deputy Knight. He’d been assigned to assist her in removing two children from a home where the father was known to carry a gun. Justice had been courteous, friendly and skilled in diffusing tense situations. With his dark blond hair in a military cut and his panty-dampening smile, he’d become a familiar fantasy when she climbed into bed at night. There’d been many an evening she’d fallen asleep with a smile and her body humming with sexual satisfaction thanks to her vibrator and a very vivid imagination.

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Snickering into her scarf, Star’s breath already came in pants from breaking a path through the knee-deep snow. Their paths had crossed on numerous occasions and each time he’d been welcoming, friendly and, if she wasn’t mistaken, flirtatious. Her one Christmas wish had been to find someone to spend her life with. She hated being alone at the holidays, and seeing that it was Christmas Eve and she was stranded on a mountain, it didn’t look like that wish would be answered anytime soon. Hmm, maybe, if she were really lucky, Santa would bring her a naked Justice Knight and leave him under the tree. Unable to help herself, Star burst out laughing. Okay, it was cold outside so maybe he wouldn’t have to be completely naked as she didn’t want him to catch cold. Maybe he could wear a red ribbon. Around his erect cock. Laughing out loud at the image of Justice wearing only a smile and a ribbon, she continued her uphill walk through the deepening snow. In order to have that Christmas wish granted, she’d have to have been a very good girl indeed.

***** “Hey Maddie, can you bring me another beer?” Justice wiggled his sock-clad feet, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace and the welcome silence of his home. The refrigerator door opened then closed. Footsteps and the clicking of toenails heralded the arrival of his constant companion. “Thanks, beautiful.” The medium-sized beagle-boxer mix trotted to his chair with a bottle of ice-cold beer clamped in her teeth. With her stubby tail wiggling furiously, he gave her ears a flop then took his beer. Life didn’t get any better than this. As he cracked open the fresh brew, Maddie leapt onto the couch to sprawl across the cushions in a picture of canine abandon. Outside the storm wailed and shrieked but 17

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they were cozy inside the log cabin. He and his brothers had built every inch of this place and a little wind and snow wasn’t going to bother them. In the corner near the wide front windows stood the Christmas tree his niece and nephews had erected. A little lopsided and looking distinctly Charlie Brown-ish, it was the most beautiful tree in the world as far as he was concerned. Right now at the base of the mountain his family was gathered at his brother Garrett’s house for the annual Christmas Eve celebration. No doubt they’d have feasted on smoked venison steaks, his Aunt Martha’s world famous, sour cream potato mash and his sister-in-law Caroline’s excellent pecan pies. His stomach rumbled. Justice’s original plan was to have gone down and joined them but the weather had changed his mind. Only a fool would try driving down the mountain during a storm like this. Besides, he’d been craving a little alone time lately. This time last year he’d been contemplating giving a ring to his now ex-girlfriend, Claire. Luckily for him, before he’d popped the question she’d shown her true colors when he’d caught her with another man. So long Claire, hello Maddie. The female in question lay with all four paws in the air, snoring happily into the afghan his mother had made when he was a child. Love could be treacherous and the only female who’d stuck with him was his dog. One issue was probably his job. With his uncertain shifts and long hours, it was hard to plan a social life when he could get called in at any time. Another issue was finding a woman who would be content to live on a mountain with him, a barn full of animals and a child on each hip. Most just weren’t interested in his lifestyle and they’d sought to change him. Little did they realize that he had no desire to change his entire way of life for a woman. Adapt, yes, change completely, no. Not that he was down on love, not at all. His heart had taken a bruising, though he could admit now he’d never been in love with Claire. Maybe he’d felt slight family 18


pressure because his older brother was happily married with three wonderful kids and another on the way. It was a lifestyle Justice had always envisioned for himself though it hadn’t worked out that way. He had a nice house, acreage, a good-paying job, a trustworthy hound and now he just needed to find the perfect woman. Unbidden, an image of Star Whitefeather formed in his mind. He took a long drink of his beer. Now why would he have thought of her? She was a lovely woman in a librarian, button-down sort of way. Every time he’d worked with Star, her long hair had been screwed back into a tight bun and her body enveloped in oversized clothing that hid her figure. It was only when she laughed that he could see the true beauty that lay hidden beneath stretched out taupe sweaters and geeky black shoes. Besides, when he’d tried flirting with her she hadn’t responded at all. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like without her clothing. Would she be soft and rounded or stick thin with tiny breasts? He’d spent many a sleepless night pondering such thoughts about the social worker though he was no closer to an answer than he ever was. Justice was a breast and ass man. He loved big breasts and big bottoms as they gave a man something to hang onto. He was pretty sure she had a great ass, as on many occasions she’d bent down to pick up children and he’d had to look away. When those baggy pants had tightened over the curves of her ass, he’d immediately begun thinking of stripping her bare and taking her from behind. A streak of warmth snaked through his groin. Oh yeah, Star had a grade A, prime ass— A tremendous crack sounded outside and the house plunged into darkness. With a bark, Maddie rolled off the couch and ran over to the window to investigate the sound. Putting down his beer, Justice got to his feet to peer outside. The wind still howled and the snow was blinding. He could barely see two feet off the front porch. Obviously something had taken down the power lines and he’d have to start up the generator or the temperature in the house would plummet.

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With Maddie trailing, Justice headed into the kitchen. Stopping to grab his coat and boots, they walked through the mud room then outside into the storm. Maddie took off like a shot, vanishing into the snow while he walked several yards to the shed. Once inside, it took only a few moments to get the generator running and he was heartily glad. Even sheltered from the storm, the temperature in the shed hovered around freezing and his feet were going numb. After filling the gas tank and rechecking the generator, he opened the vents on the east side of the building before exiting. Walking back to the house, he was surprised Maddie wasn’t waiting for him at the back door. Grabbing the porch post, he called for the dog. In the distance he heard a mournful bay that was distinctly hers. What the devil was she doing out there? Concerned by the unusual response, he ducked inside and grabbed a roll of nylon rope. Tying one end to the rail and the other to his right arm, he set out into the storm, calling her name. Maddie’s baying drew him like a homing pigeon and he struggled through the mid-thigh-deep snow toward the sound. Muttering under his breath about her dubious lineage, he was relieved when he found her. “Come on, girl. Let’s get back inside!” Maddie responded by baying again then bounding away through the snow before stopping to see if he was following. “What are you doing, girl?” She leapt toward him again then danced away when he reached for her. Damn dog. “Okay, Lassie, lead the way.” Maddie took off and Justice followed her stubby tail. Hampered by the snow and poor visibility, he walked a ways until the white of the snow was broken by something dark. The dog stopped by the dark object then sat with an expectant expression.

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Reaching down, he grasped the dark shape to discover it was a human arm. A thin layer of snow covered the person and he struggled to roll them over. It was a woman. Her face was shrouded by a scarf and hat but the long, dark spill of hair gave away her gender. Was she dead? Adrenaline surged forth and he tore off his gloves before pulling her scarf way to check for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the slow, steady thumping. He needed to get her inside and quick. Picking up the woman, he eased her over his shoulder before calling to Maddie. “Home, girl.” The dog bounded through the snow, stopping every few feet to make sure they still followed. Hampered even more by the dead weight of the woman, Justice struggled on, heaving a sigh of relief when the back porch became visible. His feet felt frozen by the time he staggered up the steps and through the door. The heat inside the house was searing and his body felt frozen. Stumbling into the kitchen, his numb feet caused him to fall to his knees. The woman landed on the floor and he tore at her hat and scarf. Disbelief shot through him when he realized it was the woman he’d been fantasizing about earlier, Star Whitefeather. Her normally golden skin was pale, causing the knot on her head to stand out. Her black hair was a tangle about her head and snowflakes were melting on her face. “Star, wake up,” he called as he stripped out of his coat and boots. Her lashes fluttered then slowly opened. Her dark brown eyes were unfocused and he moved his hand in front of her face. “Star, can you hear me?” Slowly she seemed to gather herself and her gaze landed on him. A soft, dreamy smile kissed her full lips and they parted. “Merry Christmas.”

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***** Norville heaved a sigh of relief when the door shut behind them. Mission accomplished! He did a little jig, kicking up the snow with his sandals. Cutting the power had been a stroke of genius if he did say so himself. Now he could zip back upstairs and get settled in just in time to catch a screening of It’s a Wonderful Life. He just loved that movie— “Not so fast, Probie.” Archangel Michael materialized out of the darkness. His broad wings stirred up currents of air and snow. “Saint Peter told you to watch out for her until morning.” He pointed to the stormy sky. “You have quite a few more hours to go, my friend.” “But she’s safe inside…” “Are you sure you’ve answered her Christmas wish?” Michael gave him an enigmatic smile. “Take care of the job, Norville, and straighten that halo.” He vanished in a swirl of snow and wind. Looking back at the house, Norville watched the young man carry Star into the living room. “Oh bother!”

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Chapter Three Merry Christmas? Justice looked at Maddie. “Just what kind of woman passes out on the floor after muttering that kind of a greeting?” The dog’s head cocked while her stub of a tail wiggled madly. “Aw, forget it.” Getting to his feet, he hurried into the living room. Gathering his sleeping bags and a queen-sized inflatable mattress from the front closet, he created a pallet on the floor before the fireplace. Ducking into the bathroom, he grabbed the first-aid kit and placed it with the sleeping bags. In the kitchen, Maddie still sat by Star and neither had moved an inch. After removing her serviceable black coat and gloves, he rechecked her pulse. Even though her breathing and pulse were even, he was concerned about her low body temperature and unnatural pallor. As a Native American, she’d been blessed with the high cheekbones and coloring of her people. Now, her skin held an unhealthy gray pallor and her lips were tinged with blue. After stripping her feet of the ugly shoes and damp socks, he carried her into the living room to lie on the pallet. Making quick work of removing her hat, he examined the wound on her head. It was superficial though it had bled quite a bit, not unusual for that type of injury, and he doubted it would have any lasting effects upon her. Justice couldn’t help but grin when he noticed she was dressed in bulky clothing. Caroline might say Star was a fashion victim but he found her clothing modest and in his estimation, refreshing.

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Underneath her cardigan she wore a plain white cotton shirt. Should he remove it? Even as that thought crossed his mind she began to shiver. Her movements were slow at first then began to increase in intensity. Reaching for her belt, he loosened it then removed her trousers to reveal a shapely pair of legs and the tiniest pair of white holiday panties he’d ever seen. Even as he stared into the round, smiling face of Santa, his groin hardened. Santa was one lucky man. “Pervert,” he muttered. “Getting a hard-on at the first sight of an unconscious woman’s legs. I’ve arrested people for less than that.” He draped her lower body with a thick blanket then reached for her shirt. After unbuttoning her shirt he opened it to reveal a surprisingly sexy bra. Then again, after the panty surprise he shouldn’t have been too surprised about her choice in undergarments. Lacy half cups barely contained her full breasts and her nipples were hard as pearls. His cock lunged for his zipper and he groaned. Damn, he was going to be deformed after this adventure. Barely managing to avert his gaze, her bra was dispatched with military efficiency. Before he could avert his gaze and cover her with the blanket, he bit his tongue when he caught a glimpse of her large dusky nipples and areolas. His mouth went bone-dry and he snatched up the blanket to cover his guest. Star was shivering uncontrollably so he took the afghan from the couch and spread that over her as well. Her teeth chattered and her eyes opened slightly. “S-s-so c-c-cold.” “I hear ya, baby,” he soothed. “You’ll warm up soon.” “Hold me,” she whispered, her eyes already sliding shut once more. “I don’t want to die alone.” “Star, you’re not dying.”

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He cupped her cheek, alarmed to feel the chill hadn’t abated one bit since they’d come into the house. The fastest way to warm her was to climb in with her and his body heat would serve as a human heating blanket. He rose to remove his clothes, gritting his teeth when he eased the zipper over his burgeoning erection. Dropping his pants, he removed his socks and, at the last minute, opted to leave his boxers as they were. He’d hardly touched her and already he was as hard as a baton. The last thing he needed was the ultimate indignity of disgracing himself with her. Easing in beside her, he gathered her cold body to his. Wincing when her chilly flesh met his, he wrapped himself around her as best he could. She was still shivering but his body was only aware of one thing—her soft, plush curves. Easing onto his back, he kept her close beside him as he began to run his hands over those feminine curves to stimulate circulation. Staring up at the beamed ceiling, Justice began reciting World Series scores in an attempt to derail his raging erection. “1926 World Series, Cardinals versus the Yankees. In the seventh game the St. Louis Cardinals won by one run and it was in this game that Babe Ruth was walked a recordsetting four times.” By the time he finished reciting the statistics his jaw ached and he was sweating. Running his hands over her side, he lightly skimmed her full breasts before coming to rest on her shoulders. “In the 1942 World Series it was Cardinals versus the Yankees again. This time it only took five games for the Cardinals to win it all—” She stirred and he bit back a groan when a silky sigh escaped her. Every hair on his body was standing alert and his cock began to throb. “Five games—” “Mmm,” she purred. Wrapping the blankets tighter around her, he was somewhat relieved to see she was still unconscious. He’d hate for her to awaken and discover he was a pervert who molested freezing women. 25

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The lights from the Christmas tree threw colorful shadows around the room and the crackle of the fire was soothing. Every time Star moved, her scent surrounded him, a mixture of female flesh and something floral, causing him to ache. His cock was testing the strength of his boxer seams and he was trying his best to ignore her. Slowly the shivers subsided, and by the time Maddie stretched out on the couch, Star had warmed considerably. A gentleman would make a hasty exit. Even as he planned his escape, she cuddled closer. Her breasts applied pleasant pressure to his side when she curved into him. One arm moved across his chest and her silken thigh draped over his. Rather than being unconscious, Justice was pretty sure she was sleeping instead. He turned to stare into the fire. Too bad he wasn’t the slightest bit tired. His fingers tangled in her long, dark hair and he couldn’t help but grin. Who would’ve thought that the object of his hottest fantasies would end up in his arms on Christmas Eve? It looked like he’d received his Christmas wish after all.

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Chapter Four Damn, she had the softest mouth he’d ever felt. Little cat licks teased the length of his erect cock before her mouth covered the broad head. Lacing his fingers through long hair, he smiled when the woman made a silky sound of approval in the back of her throat. Slim fingers wrapped around the shaft, squeezing lightly before moving into a leisurely up and down stroke. He growled when her mouth mimicked the movement, her tongue circling the head before taking him deep into her mouth. “Damn, woman…” His toes curled at the mind-blowing sensations as she assaulted his senses. With her sexy, appreciative murmurs, her unique feminine scent and a take-no-prisoners attitude, Star certainly knew how to please a man— Star? His eyes flew open and reality rushed in. Outside the wind still howled like a wild thing while Maddie snored with canine abandon on the couch. It was Christmas Eve, a blizzard raged outside, his dog had found Star Whitefeather in the snow, his boxers were around his ankles and now she was giving him a blowjob. “You sure are one big boy, Justice Knight.” With her ebony hair tangled about her shoulders and her nudity kissed by firelight, she was an image to behold, a wet dream of epic proportions. Her slim fingers were still curled around his cock and her sleepy sexy gaze was focused on his. “Star—” “Later, babe. My mouth is full.”

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She dipped her head and gave him another spine-tingling suck. Her dark hair formed a curtain around her face as she went down on him, her tongue and hands intent upon seducing him. His eyes threatened to roll back in his head when she cupped his balls while her mouth continued to weave its spell. He shuddered when her fingernails grazed his balls. Bracing his hands on the pallet, he allowed his head to drop back. His eyes closed and his jaw clenched. It had been too long since the last time his cock had received such devoted attention and he was desperate for release. No, not yet…not yet… Her hair tickled his inner thighs when she released him with a soft pop. His head came up and she gave him a sexy smile, her lips glistening. Reaching for him, she placed a firm hand on his chest. “Lie down, stud. I’m hankering for a ride.” Hankering? Too stunned to resist, he lay back on the bed and she moved over him. Who knew Star Whitefeather of the ugly shoes and baggy clothes would be so…forward in bed? Firelight illuminated her ample curves and he almost swallowed his tongue. Her thighs were plush and warm when they bracketed his hips. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, womanly and soft. In short, she was perfection. When her silken curls kissed the head of his cock, his breath hissed through his clenched teeth. Automatically his hands went to rest on her thighs while she teased her pussy with the head of his cock. “I must’ve been a very good girl this year,” she purred. “Santa definitely had me at the top of the nice list this time around.” He chuckled. “Oh yeah? And what does that say about me?” Licking her rosy mouth, her smile grew wide. “You’ve been a very nice boy this year, Justice.” Positioning the head of his cock against her vagina, she allowed him the slightest of entries. “And I’ve been sent to reward you—”

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She impaled herself on his cock and they both groaned simultaneously. She was so tight, so sweet that he was once again in danger of losing himself too soon. 1954 World Series— “Hang on, Justice. Mama has been waiting for this for such a very long time…” With those startling words, Star tossed her head back and began to ride. Her muscular thighs clamped his hips and she moved over him with the grace of a show rider. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, her back a perfect arch as her eyes closed and she gave herself over to the magic they were creating. Lost in her own world, she ran her hands ran up her belly, the left cupped her breast while the right skimmed her throat to tangle in her long hair. In that moment he knew he’d seen anything quite so beautiful as a woman taking her delight in her lover. Her eyes were closed and she emitted sexy growls of pleasure from pursed lips. Her pace increased and her breasts bobbed with the rhythm. Skimming his hands over her thighs, he reached for her waist, positioning her so that with each stroke her clit was being stimulated. Her breathing grew ragged and her head came forward. Her hot chocolate eyes were dark with arousal. “Touch me.” Her voice was ragged. “I need you to fuck me hard, Knight. I’ve been waiting so long, so many nights to have you inside me.” His mind barely registered her words, only her need. Releasing her waist, he touched her breasts, the hardened tips prodding his palms in a silent plea. She arched into his grasp, her hands coming up to cover his. Gently she guided him, demonstrating how she enjoyed being touched. Her hips moved over him and gradually the pace increased, causing her movements to become more frantic and uncoordinated. Releasing her breasts, he gripped her hips to guide her movements. Leaning forward, her palms landed on his chest. Arching her hips, she ground her clit against his cock. “Just like that, beautiful,” he groaned.

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“Justice?” Her voice was breathy. “Star?” “I think I’m coming.” Her voice held a world of wonder. “Just let go and soar.” “I’ve never—” And with that she came with a cry. Her pussy tightened and she convulsed around him. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed as she howled with pleasure while he watched in awe and wonder at her feminine power. After a few moments her body softened and she melted over him like warm caramel. Her breasts were plush against his chest and her hair was a living drape over them while tiny aftershocks continued to rocket through her. “That was amazing.” Her voice was slow and deep with contentment. “Amazing?” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Was that the wrong word? How about fun then?” “Fun?” He laughed out loud then grasped her waist. Swinging her beneath him, Justice spread his thighs wide forcing hers up and out to the sides. “Fun is an afternoon fishing, lady. This, what we have here, is fucking incredible.” She wrapped herself around him and he began to thrust. Her body cradled him perfectly and she met him movement for movement. Within moments he came with a roar, his hips continuing to hammer into hers even when his mind threatened to explode. He collapsed over her, his nose buried in her silken hair. She stroked his back, murmuring encouragement, her fragrance surrounding him. Limp as a dishrag, he rolled to the side, bringing to her cuddle against him. After a few moments he thought that maybe, maybe he would be able to form a coherent sentence and they might be able to have a conversation.

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Tucked into his side, Star gave a soft snore. Her face in repose was soft, lovely. Dark lashes accented the shadows beneath her eyes and her obvious exhaustion. Kissing her gently on the forehead, he silently bemoaned the fact that even though they’d had the most mind-blowing sex of his life, he didn’t even have the chance to kiss her.

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When she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was the ugliest dog in the county. It was the honey-brown color of a boxer though its head was distinctly beagle-like complete with long floppy ears. Big brown eyes bulged from her head and her stump of a tail was wiggling so hard she was shaking from the shoulders back. Overjoyed to see Star’s eyes open, the dog leapt at her and her paws struck Star in the belly. Unbalanced, she staggered backward. “Down, Fido.” A sleepy male chuckle brought her head around and she almost swallowed her tongue when she saw Justice Knight. His dark eyes were sleepy, the faint stubble on his face gave him a bad boy air, and he was also very naked. “Her name is Maddie and she’s harmless unless you have a porkchop in your pocket.” Even his morning voice was delicious. Deep and sexy with a slight growl, it was the kind of voice that could lead a girl astray with no effort on his part. “And seeing that you have no pockets, I would say you’re safe.” Justice rose from the bed, the brilliant sunlight coming in the wide windows played over his honed body, shamelessly displayed for her viewing pleasure. He was tall, at least six inches taller than her own five foot eleven inches. Thick pale hair covered his chest leading into a neat trail down to his groin. Wow. Without an erection, Justice was still huge. Thick and veined, his cock was a work of art. As her gaze devoured him, his cock twitched. Startled, she looked at Justice and he was smiling. “He’s happy to see you, too.” Justice winked and her thighs went weak. “Can we at least wait until I’ve had some coffee? I’m not a morning person at all. Too many years on evening and night shift have ruined me.”

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Unconcerned with his nudity, he grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor. He pulled on his jeans while she admired the tight curve of his buttocks and the line of his back. He picked up a white shirt then slid an arm around her waist. Leaning down he dropped a warm kiss on the side of her throat. Shivers expanded over her skin and she placed her hands on his broad chest. “Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?” His deep voice sent gooseflesh racing across her skin. When he cupped one bare butt cheek and gave her a familiar squeeze, her heart skipped a beat. “Yes.” Her voice came out as a squeak. “Put this on and I’ll make us some coffee.” He pressed something soft into her hand and, giving her a lazy smile, walked into the kitchen. Stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening, she looked down at the white shirt in her hands. She was…nude. Nude…in Justice Knight’s house. Oh my God, what had she done? Scrambling into the shirt, her fingers stumbled over each other in her haste to button up. Now what? She couldn’t walk into the kitchen, not yet at least. She needed a minute, just a minute to pull herself together. “Deputy, may I use your bathroom?” He looked up from where he was spooning coffee into the coffeemaker, his eyes gleaming with humor. “That’s pretty formal considering what we shared last night.” He nodded toward an archway across the room. “Through there and to the left, Star.” Unable to speak, Star tried not to run as she made her escape. The floor was cold underfoot and she scrambled into the bathroom, grateful for the plush burgundy rug. When she tried to shut the door, Maddie’s ugly face appeared. “Uh, shoo, Fluffy.”

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“Maddie,” Justice called from the kitchen. “Come here, girl.” The dog raced off in a clatter of toenails. Grateful for a moment of privacy, she shut the door. The room was bright thanks to the windows, though when she tried the light switch, nothing happened. Obviously the storm had knocked out the power though it did nothing to explain how she’d ended up naked in Justice Knight’s house. After making quick use of the facilities, she wrapped her arms around her waist then peered out the window. Sunlight glinted off the snow, forcing her to squint. Judging from the bushes near the porch, the snow was at least two feet deep and it had drifted against the front of the house. Slowly memories from last night’s events came filtering back. The home assessment of the Michaels family, the wreck, hitting her head on the window and the long, hard walk through the storm. But that didn’t explain how she’d ended up in his bed. Had he taken advantage of her while she was in a stupor? Hurrying back to the mirror, she raised her bangs to inspect the small knot on her forehead. It was a deep purple with a small cut in the center but it appeared to be superficial. Could it be that she was unconscious and Justice had molested her when she couldn’t fight back? What else could it be? That bastard… Outraged, she flung open the bathroom door and stomped toward the kitchen just itching to give him a piece of her mind. He stood near the breakfast bar, a cup of coffee in one hand and a Danish in the other. At his feet stood an adoring Maddie, her tail wiggling just as fast as ever. “Deputy Knight—” He had a slow smile on that sinfully handsome mouth of his. “I told you, Star, you’re being awfully formal with me considering what we shared last night. I’m sort of hoping for a repeat performance now that I’ve had some coffee.”

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She gaped at him, torn between devouring him alive and slapping his sexy face. She came to a halt by the barstools, her arms crossed firmly over her chest. “I beg your pardon?” His smile faded. “Is there something wrong?” “I should say there is! How dare you imply that I’d have s-s-sex with you again after you took advantage of me last night?” His brows rose. “I took advantage of you—” “Yes, you did! I have a knot on my head and I can’t remember exactly what happened but I’m pretty sure—” “Now you just wait one minute—” Star ignored him and began to pace. “You took advantage of me when I was in a vulnerable position. Imagine, having sex with an unconscious woman.” “Star.” He gave the Danish to the dog and set down his coffee cup. “Now you just listen here—” “I cannot believe that you, a law enforcement officer, a man who is supposed to uphold the law, would stoop to such low and despicable behavior such as this.” Her movements grew more agitated. “You had to have known that I wasn’t responsible for my actions, that I couldn’t fight back.” “Star—” “How could you do that to me?” She turned to face him, her finger mere inches from his chest. “How could you take advantage of a defenseless woman who didn’t know what she was doing at the time?” “Well, that’s a first,” he snarled. “If you were defenseless and unable to think for yourself, please explain to me why I was awakened in the middle of the night with my cock in your mouth?” Stunned, Star reeled backward as if she’d been struck. “W-what did you say?”

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“I said, I was sound asleep until you woke me up around midnight with your mouth on my cock.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tight. “If you ask me, I was the one who was defenseless last night.” Stunned, Star covered her mouth with one hand. Unbidden, images from last night slithered through her mind. Justice on his back, his face twisted in ecstasy, the broad planes of his chest, the feel of his cock against her tongue— “Oh my God,” she whispered. “I raped you last night.”

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Chapter Five If it hadn’t been for the stricken look on her face, Justice would’ve laughed his head off. He knew that if he’d been any more willing last night, he’d have thrown himself at her feet and begged to be seduced. Judging from the tears in her eyes, she wouldn’t appreciate his attempt at humor. He took her by the elbows and steered her toward the couch. “Star, you didn’t take advantage of me.” After she made herself comfortable, he sat on the coffee table directly across from her. “You really don’t remember what happened last night, do you?” “Not much.” She sniffed and a single tear snaked its way down her cheek. “Do you remember hitting your head?” He kept his tone gentle. “Y-y-es.” Her nose wrinkled in concentration. “I vaguely remember my car sliding and I thought I would die. I was so close to going over the cliff into the valley.” Her gaze grew distant as she remembered the horror of the drive. His skin crawled at the thought of her car plunging off the road. As a deputy sheriff he’d lost count of the number of cars and bodies his department had pulled out of the valley. Most locals knew better than to attempt the twisty road in the winter, let alone in the middle of a blizzard. “What were you doing on the mountain?” He touched her knee bringing her attention back to him. “Did you have a call?” “Yes.” She released the death grip on her elbows to clasp her hands in her lap. “I went to follow up on a call we’d received about two neglected children.” She grinned. “They’re fine. I did the investigation and found nothing amiss, probably a vengeful ex making a false report.” “Nothing like wasting taxpayers money at Christmas.”

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Her brows shot up. “It’s Christmas morning, isn’t it?” Springing to her feet she hurried over to the window. The sunlight turned her white shirt into tissue paper and her generous curves were clearly illuminated. “It’s a lovely morning.” Sweat broke out on his lip and he dropped his head. Fixing his gaze on his lap, he muttered, “Down, boy.” “What did you say?” He lifted his head. “Nothing, just talking to myself.” “Ah. Anyway, I slid into a ditch and,” she frowned, “I think I saw Santa Claus.” He gave a bark of laughter. “Santa?” Her mouth twisted and the urge to kiss her was strong. “I think so. I saw someone by the road anyway…or I think I did.” She’d definitely hit her head, hard. No one could’ve been standing out there as his was the only house for several miles. “So you decided to try and find shelter…in a blizzard?” He rose from the coffee table. She shrugged. “What choice did I have? My car was stuck in a ditch and there was no way I could get it out on my own.” “You realize you could have died out there.” “But I didn’t.” She raised her chin and he rather enjoyed this saucy side of her personality. “I made it here just fine, didn’t I?” “No, actually you didn’t. Maddie and I went out to start the generator and we found you unconscious in the snow about twenty yards from the house. If the lights hadn’t gone out, you’d be dead right now.” He stood before her, mere inches separated them. A slow tingle ignited in his chest when her scent surrounded him. Her gaze darted from Maddie to him. “Really?” Her voice was faint. “Really.”

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Her mouth made an O and she stood there for a moment as her brain chewed on his words. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, and he had to stifle a groan when they sank into her tender flesh. The motion only served to remind him that he’d yet to kiss her. “My.” Her gaze darted to Maddie. “I guess I owe someone a big meaty bone then.” He chuckled. “Well, I did carry you in here.” Her brows shot up and a smile curved that temptress mouth of hers. “Well, I owe you a big bone then.” “How about a kiss instead?” She blinked. “You want a kiss?” “More than anything.” “Oh.” Her gaze dipped to his mouth then darted back again. “Dep…um, Justice, did we really…” “Yes, we did.” He moved closer, just a fraction of an inch, only enough to keep her off balance. A soft blush stained her cheek and he was strangely enchanted by this hint of shyness. “Did I…enjoy it?” “You really don’t remember, do you?” She shook her head, her even white teeth nibbling her lower lip again. If she kept this up he’d throw her down on the table and take her right there. “You enjoyed yourself, immensely,” he said. A look of relief washed over her face and she smiled. “And you? Did you enjoy it, too?” “More than I ever thought imaginable.”

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How could a woman who’d seduced him so thoroughly be so unsure of her sensual prowess? It should be a crime that a woman this lovely, this sexy would ever be unsure of her effect upon men. She sat back on the table. “I’m glad.” “And I’m glad, you’re glad.” He moved forward another half inch and her eyes widened. “Now, how about that thank-you kiss?” Doubt flickered in her brown eyes “You really want me to kiss you?” “I’m on pins and needles here, Star.” His breath caught when her fingers skimmed his jaw, her touch as light as a snowflake. She licked her lips. “Just one kiss?” Her voice was husky and her scent was arousing. “Just one,” he breathed. Leaning forward, her breath was warm on his mouth. Screwing her eyes shut, she kissed him, a chaste peck on the lips that afforded him neither a taste nor the satisfaction he craved. Her eyelids flickered and she gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you for saving my life.” His brow rose. “Is that how you thank someone for saving your life?” Her smile faded. “You didn’t like it?” “Very much.” He caught her hair, his fingers burrowing into the tangled tresses and he took possession of her head. His other arm slid around her body, his hand catching her at the small of her back, pulling her tight against him. A look of shock and arousal crossed her face. “But we’ve barely gotten started.”

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A soft moan built in the back of her throat when he nipped at her lower lip. Her breasts ached and a slow heat ignited between her thighs. His slim hips insinuated themselves between her legs, the rough denim felt foreign and erotic against her skin. As she twined her legs around his waist, her fingers dug into the thick pads of muscle in his upper arms. Justice leaned forward, his erection pressed against the apex of her thighs, causing her to squirm. An unfamiliar heat was building in her body and it both frightened and fascinated her. Star nipped at his tongue and Justice made a noise of pleasure. A dizzying rush of power ran through her. Never had she felt anything this wild, this intense. She’d read romance novels but never, ever had she imagined anything quite like this happening to her. He broke the kiss before releasing her. Their gazes met and his hands grasped the front of her shirt. His eyes were dark with heat and he tore the fragile cotton off her body. A rush of need so strong swept through her that she felt weak yet powerful at the same time. “Touch me, Justice,” she spoke. “Put your hands on me.” “Right now, nothing could stop me,” he growled. Justice pressed her back against the table, and she disturbed several objects with her head and they hit the floor. The sunlight blinded her, forcing her to really feel his hands, his mouth as he laved her breasts. His tongue teased her nipples and he nibbled and sucked them. She arched at his touch, sensation pouring through her body in a torrent. He nipped at her jaw, the coarse hair on his chest heightening the sensation until she thought she’d explode. Justice began working his way down her body. A brush of teeth here, a kiss there, a suckle on a breast, a soft pet of the damp flesh between her thighs. She moaned and her head thrashed back and forth. She cupped her breasts and her thumbs stroked her erect nipples. “I have to taste you, Star.”

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Spreading her legs, she braced her heels on the edge of the table. Strong fingers plundered her pussy, spreading the lips before he lowered his head to devour her alive. Her back arched and she reached for him. Their fingers twined and he held her in place while his mouth began a dance that left her breathless. “Come for me, Star. Let go.” Heat seared her flesh and she arched higher, pressing her clit against his tongue. With a few well-placed licks her world tilted and a tidal wave of pleasure embraced her. “Justice!” Her grip on his hand tightened. “Oh, oh, oh, oh!” His lips clamped down on her clit and it was just enough to throw her over the edge. Ripples of pleasure rocked her world and she was panting for breath when he released her. “Come here, Star.” His hands grasped her shoulders and she allowed her feet to slide off the table. He hugged her close and she responded by wrapping herself around him. His body was warm and his scent, warm male skin and lovemaking, made her head swim. His hands were confident as they ran the length of her back, soothing her until she finally caught her breath and could raise her head. “Well, that was fun for me but I don’t think it adequately expressed my gratitude to you,” she said. He tilted his head back then laughed. Her gaze devoured the strong line of his throat and her heart gave a queer little jerk. Damn, he was something else. “Is that so?” His grip tightened around her waist and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She clung to Justice when he carried her toward their pallet. “Maybe this will fulfill your duties then.” She shrieked when they landed on the pallet, and his big hot body covered her. His mouth devoured hers even as her nails dug into his flesh. Still locked together, he

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struggled out of his jeans. She laughed when they bumped noses in their haste. Not giving her a moment to enjoy the view before he freed his cock then pressed forward against her vagina. “Please.” Reaching for him, she guided his flesh into hers, a low groan escaping her when every nerve in her body sprang to attention. With painstaking slowness he entered her. “Hang on, baby.” He gathered her close, his body low and tight to hers, then began to thrust. Almost immediately the sensations were too much. The white-hot heat, the dizzying climb as tension spiraled higher with each thrust. Locking her ankles together, she urged him on until they were both panting and straining for release. She came apart with a rush of heat and light, her body bowed and forced him deeper. Her fingers dug into his lower back and he too, came with a roar. Slowly he sank over her, his breath hot against her throat. Star wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders, holding him close. Over his shoulder stood the Christmas tree, a small, somewhat lopsided creation that made up for its lack of height with a healthy dose of charm. Breathing a small prayer of thanks, Star closed her eyes and held him close knowing her Christmas wish had been granted.

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moving at an even pace. Never had he seen anything quite as erotic as his cock sliding between her pink lips. Winding his fingers though her hair, he demonstrated how he liked being touched. She adjusted her pace without breaking her stride. She concentrated on his body as if nothing existed outside of them. Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock and all too soon he was on the edge of losing complete control. “Star—” When she cupped his balls and gave them a gentle jiggling squeeze, he knew he was lost. With an unrestrained cry, he came in her mouth. Afterward he felt oddly sated, almost numb yet more alive than ever before. She moved close to stretch out beside him. Star slipped her leg between his, and he kissed her on the forehead. Santa had answered his unspoken Christmas wish and Justice knew there was no way he could let her go.

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Chapter Six Star couldn’t stop looking at him. They sat on the inflatable mattress and roasted their toes on the hearth. She’d donned one of his shirts as there was a slight chill in the air despite the fire. The electricity was still out so Justice had whipped up some old-fashioned waffles using an antique waffle iron he’d buried in the coals. It was the most delicious breakfast she’d ever eaten. But it wasn’t the waffles that held her attention. Through her lashes she watched Justice work his way through a stack of waffles. Where the man put all that food was a mystery as there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his honed body. And seeing that she’d licked, sucked or nibbled every glorious inch, she was a woman who would know. She just couldn’t stop thinking about their hours in bed. His touch, his kiss, the way he rubbed his morning beard gently across her nipples, the thought was enough to get her hot and bothered all over again. Justice was the first lover she’d ever experienced who not only knew his way around a woman’s body, but took as much pleasure in her release as he did his. Justice lifted a bite of waffle to his mouth and her gaze zeroed in on the faint sheen of maple syrup on his lips. The urge to lick him clean was strong and with each bite he took her temperature rose until she felt feverish. Finally she had to look away or risk making a fool of herself by throwing her body on his plate and begging him to pay half the attention to her as he had the waffles. The flesh between her thighs turned to liquid at the image of his maple-stained lips on her breast, her mouth, her p— “Star?” She jumped and her gaze met his. “Yes?” Justice smiled. “Where were you? I was talking and you were miles away.” 45

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Her grip tightened on her plate and she tried to concentrate on his words rather than admiring the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Star cleared her throat. “Just a little preoccupied, I guess.” Her smile was wry. “A lot has happened in the last few hours.” “You said it.” His grin turned boyish. “But you were staring at me even though you were miles away.” He put his empty plate on the hearth. “Is there something you’d like to talk about?” Talk? Now he wanted to talk? Just when she couldn’t think of anything other than pushing him onto his back and having her way with him? “Not really.” She gave an uncomfortable shrug. “I was just daydreaming, I guess.” “Ah, I see.” He reached for her plate. “You don’t like fruit?” He picked up her fork. “No, I like fruit, but I guess my eyes were bigger than my stomach.” “Maybe you just need a little persuasion.” His dark eyes glinted with a mixture of amusement and arousal as he held up a peach slice. “Come here, little girl, I have something for you.” A laugh bubbled up in her throat. “Is it something I will…enjoy?” She rose from the mattress. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?” Star braced her hands on his broad shoulders then sat on his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips. “Here I am.” His impressive erection prodded at the apex of her thighs and she longed to grind herself against him with animal abandon. “So what are you going to do with me now?” His dark gaze flicked to her mouth then back again. “Eat.” He held the cool fruit against her lips. Wordlessly, she opened her mouth and he inserted the fork. The fruit was lush and sweet against her tongue though her body was hot and she’d never felt quite so…needy before.

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“Close your eyes, Star.” His voice was rough. “Give yourself over to me.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “I’m yours.” “Open.” Obediently she opened her mouth and he placed another bite on her tongue. This time it was a fat raspberry. The tartness stung her tongue as she chewed. He fed her cherries, blueberries and another peach slice. As she chewed the fruit she felt his fingers on her shirt buttons. She almost bit her tongue when the cool air caressed her bare flesh and erect nipples. Beneath her she felt his erection increase and her vagina flooded in response. “Another?” he asked. “Please.” She opened her mouth and he gave her several small blueberries. As she chewed she felt the cool kiss of fruit against one nipple. “I want to paint you with raspberry juice then lick it off.” With her mouth full, all she could do was grunt and continue chewing. Her arousal reached a painful level. She swallowed and he popped a raspberry in her mouth just seconds before his lips touched her nipple. She moaned when he began to suckle in earnest. Her hands landed on his shoulders and her fingers dug into his muscles. “Mmm,” Justice moaned, “what a great condiment for fruit—Star’s nipples.” Her eyes flew open when something cool and wet touched her other nipple. Justice held a slice of peach between his fingers and he was painting her nipple with its sweet juice. Her tongue felt thick and uncoordinated by the time he was done. He bit the fruit in half then offered half to her. As she chewed, he cupped her breast then laved her nipple until any trace of the juice was gone. Swallowing, she allowed her hands to wander over the sculptured terrain of his broad shoulders and chest. The dips, the valleys, the layer of golden hair covering his chest and dissecting his belly.

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He nipped at her flesh and she moaned. She simply couldn’t help herself any longer. “Easy, babe.” His hands caught her hips and stilled her restless movements. “I’ll make a fool of myself if you keep doing that.” Their gazes met and they both smiled. “I thought that was the point.” She leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his warm chest, his hair teased her nipples. “It is the point and trust me, I have every intention of letting go.” He grunted when she nipped at his jaw. “Only I want to be inside you first.” Her breathing grew more ragged and she sat back. “Goo—” Her thought was interrupted when his big hands slid over her ribcage to cup her breasts. His hot mouth paid homage to her breasts while the dizzying sensations made her head swim. She cupped the back of his head and arched into him. Without warning Justice swung her off his lap and onto the bed. Leaning over her, he continued teasing, tasting her breasts until they felt swollen and aching. “Open for me, Star.” Mute, she spread her legs and he plunged his fingers into her needy flesh. She couldn’t stifle the hungry sounds when he discovered she was already wet. One thick finger entered her then dipped into the moisture to spread it around on her clit and the vulva before moving inside and repeating the process. Her thighs went weak and she opened completely for him. Her eyes slid closed. He put his mouth on her and at the first lick she arched and pressed her clit against his wet tongue. With each stroke, each suck, her tension increased until she was gasping and trying to silently will him to finish her off and end her delicious torment. With a final touch her body took its release with the ferocity of summer storm. Her nails raked the sheets and she screamed out her satisfaction. His mouth remained on

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her even while the aftershocks continued to rock her world. By the time he finally rose over her, she was limp with satisfaction. Justice moved between her thighs and she reached for his thick, hard cock to guide him home. Rubbing the broad head against her vulva, a shudder of pleasure hit her so hard she might have swooned if she weren’t already lying down. “Let me in.” His voice was strained and she knew he’d reached his limit. “Come, Justice.” Star wrapped her fingers around his steely length then guided him inside. He entered her with a groan and she wrapped her legs around him. She gripped his waist and he began to thrust. Their bodies melded, their movement in total harmony. Her nails dug into his hips and with each thrust she cried out for more. She gave herself over to his savage hunger, her body surrounding him, taking him deep inside. Together they dissolved into shuddering waves of pleasure and they melted into a warm puddle, his cock still buried in her flesh. Star wrapped her arms around his shoulders and thanked her lucky stars that she’d spun out on the drive or she never would’ve experienced the amazing Justice Knight.

***** Hand in hand they walked outside and Star took a deep breath. He’d already shoveled a path to his four-wheel drive Cherokee which sat idling in the drive. The sun was bright overhead and everything was covered in pristine snow. It was the most beautiful Christmas morning she’d ever seen. “Here you are.” Justice opened the door with a flourish and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Thank you, kind sir,” She gave him a prim smile then slipped onto the seat. “Your assistance is most appreciated.” Her gaze devoured his every move as he walked around the car. She couldn’t believe her luck and she wanted to pinch herself just in case. Imagine, Justice Knight for 49

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Christmas. Granted, she’d almost died in the process but seeing how it had worked out, her near-death experience had been worth it. Maddie bounded through the snow toward them with a look of delight on her homely face. She leapt into the driver’s seat then scrambled into the back. “What are you grinning at?” Justice slammed his door then put the car in gear. “I was just thinking that maybe I should thank Santa for saving my life and leading me to you.” She tried but she just couldn’t wipe the silly grin off her face. “Yeah, well you can thank him all you want, with a handshake that is. I’m claiming all the rest of your gratitude as my own.” “Oh yeah?” She looked away, fixing her gaze on the row of trees alone the road. “So where do we go from here, Justice?” “I think we need to spend lots of time together and see what happens.” He took her hand and she turned toward him. “I think Santa, or God, or an angel maybe, answered our Christmas wishes, don’t you? “Yes, I do.” “And who are we to question that?” Sliding closer, her heart was filled to overflowing. When their fingers linked, she could’ve sworn she heard laughter from the back. Turning, there sat Maddie with a peculiar expression and her tail was wagging madly. “Merry Christmas, Maddie,” Star said. “Woof!”

***** Norville stood straight and tall, or at least as tall as his five-foot-three frame would allow, before Saint Peter. The auditorium was packed to overflowing as thousands of heavenly residents crowded in to see his halo straightened once and for all.

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From the moment Star and Justice exited the house he knew that he’d answered their wishes. Not that he’d had to do much to accomplish the task. Other than whipping up more snow and wind, their chemistry had done the rest. Thank heavens. With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Saint Peter motioned for quiet in the auditorium. “Let it be known, from here to eternity, that Angel Norville has completed the assigned task to the satisfaction of The Big Man, the Disciple Advisory Board and myself. From here on out, he shall be called Angel Norville and he is going straight.”

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About the author J.C. Wilder left the world of big business to carry on conversations with the people who live in her mind, fictional characters that is. In her past she has worked as a software tester, traveled with an alternative rock band and currently volunteers for her local police department as a photographer. She lives in Central Ohio with 6,000 books and an impressive collection of dust bunnies. The award-winning author also writes as Dominique Adair.

J.C. welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Avenue, Akron, OH 44310-3502.

Also by J.C. Wilder Ellora’s Cavemen: Tales From the Temple II anthology In Moonlight anthology Men of SWAT: Tactical Maneuver Men of SWAT: Tactical Pleasure Tactical Pleasure Things That Go Bump in the Night 2004 anthology

Writing as Dominique Adair Holly Last Kiss Party Favors anthology R.S.V.P. anthology Tied With a Bow anthology Xanthra Chronicles: Blood Law

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