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Pete Kysenzki swore a blue streak when he took another look around. Snow and ice as far as he could see. He was in a foul mood and walking off the plane into the cold Alaskan night did little to improve his attitude.
“Deadhorse,” he groused. “What a freakin’ name.”
Clenching his jaw, he shouldered his one bag and headed towards the waiting taxi to take him to his room. It didn’t take him long to get settled, and soon, he was on his way to what he figured was about the only form of fun in the area. Pushing his way through the door into the bar, he scanned the crowd. Music, beer, pool. If he wasn’t so pissed he was here, he might have allow himself to have some fun.
Making his way to the bar, he leant towards the woman behind the bar and said, “I’m looking for Sidra... umm...Bonnaire.”
The blonde voluptuous woman flashed him a wide grin. “Figures. Hot new guy comes strolling in and wants her. Sorry, I haven’t seen her in here tonight, but if she did manage to slip in past me, she’ll be in the far corner, playing pool. Otherwise, you can catch her in the morning at the general store.”
“She works there. You can’t miss it, big sign.”
Pete smiled at her and headed for the corner. Why would Sidra be working at a general store? He made it to the corner and quickly determined she wasn’t anywhere around. So he left. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, Pete wished he were back home, in Virginia. This was not his kind of weather.
He got a room at a small hotel and hurriedly got ready for bed. His dreams were restless ones, and he woke up still wishing he were anywhere but where he was. He was hesitant to see Sidra again. He’d spent so many years trying to forget her. It didn’t take him long to get ready, and soon, he walked across the frozen ground towards a building that had a cheesy handmade sign over it reading ‘General Store’.
The store was warm and clean. He shivered again and pulled the door closed behind him. Shelves were stocked full and he could hear muffled laughter towards the back. Pete removed his gloves while he walked, and when he turned a corner, he stopped at the sight of a large man hovering over a woman, whispering into her ear.
Her laughter, deep and husky, sent spirals of longing through Pete. And he knew who it was. Only one woman’s laugh had the ability to make him able to split wood with his cock. Sidra Bonnaire. And it didn’t matter how long it had been, his shaft knew it, for it pressed hard against his jeans. Her head was tucked near the other man’s and unexplained jealousy washed over Pete. Shoving his gloves in his pocket, he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. The couple sprang apart and looked at him. Pete could only stare.
Sidra Bonnaire. The years had been amazing to her. Her cocoa skin shone with health, those slightly tilted eyes of raw umber stared at him from behind thick black lashes. The coal black, wavy hair cascading around her oval face called to his fingers to sink into it. Her full lips, which could do, and had done, wicked and unspeakable things to his cock, were parted with surprise. She wore a pale brick man’s sweatshirt and tight blue jeans which highlighted her curves.
“Pete,” she said in disbelief.
“Do you know him, Sidra?” the man beside her asked, placing his hand on her arm in a proprietary action.
Pete growled low in his throat and lifted a shoulder briefly. To hell with it. Striding over to her, he jerked her away from the man touching her and pulled her flush to his chest. Delving one hand into her hair, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, groaning in the back of his throat when his senses were swamped by her addictive taste. Damn, I forgot just how completely intoxicating she is. He plundered, sweeping deep until she sagged into him. Then he ended it, reluctantly—for every inch of his body was ready to strip her naked and sink deep where he belonged. Within her.