Merry with a Brewmaster (The Love Beach Holiday Collection)

23. Wells

23

WELLS

T he bell over the door rings again as Vienna saunters in looking hot as fuck in a low-cut sweater dress and her cowboy boots.

Always those damn boots.

The bar is packed with it being the week before Christmas, and in addition to playing “Cheeseburger in Paradise” by Jimmy Buffett at the start of every day, I’ve now added his collection of holiday classics to the songs I can’t get out of my head after my shift is done.

It’s a small price to pay for being able to brew beer people rave about in Love Beach and beyond.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you yet. ” I let the implication linger as she slides onto a newly vacated bar stool and smiles, because I absolutely plan on seeing every naked inch of her later.

“I got some really great news and want you to be the first to know that my offer was accepted! Closing is scheduled for the end of January!”

“Vienna, that’s incredible. Congratulations.” My expression matches hers and I can’t put into words how proud I am of the woman before me.

“ And,” she says dramatically, “Case Thayer has agreed to design a greenhouse for me! A greenhouse for The Greene House!”

I chuckle. “I have no idea who that is, but that’s great, right?”

Vienna nods. “He lives the next town over from where I grew up and created this self-sustaining greenhouse. He and his brother own a landscaping business, and they grow a lot of the flowers they use on jobs. It’s incredible, and having one here will be so beneficial for the shop.”

“I love hearing you so excited,” I say, letting her see the sincerity in my expression before nodding toward the packed bar, “but you’re gonna have to tell me the rest later.”

“How ’bout a drink then?” she purrs, leaning her forearms on the wood and pushing her tits together to give me a mouthwatering view of cleavage.

“Anything you want, Miss Greene.”

“That sounds promising.”

“You know it is.”

“How about a white wine for now and we’ll see where the night takes us?”

“I definitely like the sound of that,” I say with a wink as I fill the glass and slide it in front of her. But I can’t linger because it’s busy, and while I’d love to chat up my Siren, I need to do my actual job.

So for the rest of the night I keep one eye on Vienna and the other on the bar, explaining the seasonal lagers, IPAs, and stouts, noting everyone’s favorites and teasing the brews we have planned for the new year.

I’d never had so much interaction with the front of the house in any of the other bars I’d worked at, and while it’s been an adjustment, I’d grown to like this too. It was always a mix of people who genuinely knew what to look for in a beer and those throwing around buzz words to impress their date.

I like them both—keeps things interesting.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I just watch the clock tick by as I go through the motions of taking orders and making small talk with tourists and locals alike.

It isn’t till the last customer leaves, well after midnight, that I can take my first full breath as my eyes land on Vienna. Her cheeks are flushed, not as much from the alcohol as from the desire coursing through her, something that’s confirmed when she turns on her stool toward me and squeezes her legs together.

Flipping the sign on the door from open to closed, I turn the lock and kill the lights in the front section of the bar before stalking toward Vienna and pulling her off her stool.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but it’s the way her lips curve up into a devilish smile that tells me she knows exactly where this is going.

“Where are the blind spots in this place?” I murmur as I back her into the storage room, my lips trailing hot kisses down her neck.

“That way…” She moans and points a shaking hand behind a tall shelving rack in the corner.

“How do you know that?” I growl even as I steer her there.

“Reece told me all the good spots,” she breathes out as her back collides with the wall and she lifts her leg to hook around my thigh. Taking her lead, I cradle the crook of her knee with one hand as I squeeze her breast with the other.

Gasping into my mouth, she rocks her hips, her dress riding up, the heat of her seeping through my pants and driving me out of my mind.

Fumbling with my belt and zipper, I manage to pull my cock out in record time as she pulls her panties to the side, giving me the most tantalizing view of her pussy.

That invitation is all I need to bury myself inside her and fuck her senseless in the storage room of Love Beach Brews. She’s loud, chanting my name and meeting me thrust for thrust as her tits threaten to bounce right out of her top.

“Scream for me, Siren. Let the neighbors hear how hard I fuck you.”

One single, filthy plea is all it takes for her to shatter, her pussy clenching around my cock as she thrashes against the wall. It’s magnificent, and watching her fall apart snaps the last of my restraint.

I pound into her twice more before my orgasm detonates, my knees threatening to buckle under our collective weight. My vision blurs at the edges, and it’s all I can do to hold on as I ride out every wave of pleasure as her walls flutter around me.

“Don’t let me go,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Never.”

She snorts. “I mean right now. You’re holding my weight.”

“And here I thought you were bein’ romantic,” I tease as I pull out and fix her panties and right her dress the best I can before tucking myself back into my pants. She yelps as I swing her into my arms and carry her back out to the bar. “You gonna make it while I close up?”

Vienna yawns and smiles. “Maybe.”

“I have plans for you when we get home.”

“Home.” She smiles again, then folds her arms on the bar and rests her head on them as her eyelids flutter shut. “I like that.”

Me too.