Ticket to Love

  Short FF Christmas Romance

  Cuffed in Love

  Book 1

  West Greene

  Copyright ©October 2022 by Tiffany Bessinger

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  For Riley, my reason for everything that I do.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Also by West Greene

  About the Author

  1

  Regina

  I swayed side to side in the driver’s seat of my car as I waited for the light to change, belting “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer” at the top of my lungs. It was Christmas Eve, and I’d just finished my Christmas Eve shift at the grocery store I was the store manager of. While I could have taken today off, if my employees couldn’t, I wasn’t going to.

  Because that wasn’t fair. If corporate was making them suffer on a day they should have been with their families or at least been at home chilling, I was going to suffer right along with them. It was only fair, and the fact that my employees knew I didn’t use my manager status to my advantage helped me be the best store in the district. My employees loved working for me.

  The management team really did make or break a work environment.

  The light turned green, and I hit the gas just as the song changed to “All I Want for Christmas is You” came through the speakers. I squealed in delight because, I mean, come on! Who didn’t love this song? I belted the words out to my heart’s content, not caring that anyone else’s ears might bleed if they heard me if I had to stop for another light.

  It was Christmas Eve, and I was determined to enjoy as much of this holiday season that I could.

  Until I heard those sirens and saw those blue and red lights flashing behind me.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, reaching forward to turn down my radio as I slowed down to pull to the side of the road. Just how fast had I been going? The city didn’t have a noise ordinance, so I knew it wasn’t that.

  Groaning, I rolled down my window, waiting for what felt like forever for the officer in the car behind me to get out and come get my license. They always took their sweet time, no matter who it was that pulled you over.

  But my mood perked up when I saw a familiar face get out of the car—Sailor Baxter. She frequented my store quite a bit, whether she was grabbing groceries or making sure we all made it safely to our vehicles at the end of the night. She and I had flirted quite a bit, and I was hoping like hell it would get me out of this ticket. I could afford one, but I sure as hell didn’t want to spend the money on one.

  She barked out a laugh when she came to my window. Leaning her arms on the top of my car, she bent over, arching a perfectly manicured brow at me. She was make-up free, as always, allowing her natural beauty to shine through, and her pixie-cut, natural, red hair was styled perfectly, not a strand out of place. Just like always.

  “Regina Steele,” she drawled.

  I beamed at her. “Hi,” I greeted. “I wasn’t going that fast.” Truth was though, I had no idea how fast I’d been going.

  She snorted. “Baby doll,” God, that name, “you were going fifteen over.” I cringed. Sailor’s grin widened. “What the hell were you doing that you weren’t paying attention to your speedometer?” she asked me.

  Sheepishly, I turned the music up just a little bit so she could hear. “Singing?” I said, though it came out as more of a question.

  She snorted as I turned the music back down so you couldn’t hear it. “I should have pegged you as that type of woman.” She tapped the top of my car. “Tell you what, doll.” I looked up at her, eager to hear what type of deal she wanted to make with me. If it got me out of this ticket and kept points off my license and kept my insurance rate down, I’d agree to just about anything. “You doing anything for Christmas?”

  I shook my head. “My family is coming to my place since it’s my year to host Christmas, but other than that, no,” I informed her, confused as to what she wanted.

  “Got room for one more?”

  My eyebrows shot up onto my forehead. “You want to spend Christmas with me?”

  Was I dreaming?

  She licked her lips, running her eyes over me. My pussy clenched and throbbed. Heat and electricity thrummed through my body. “I want to do a lot of things with you, to you…” Her voice trailed off, but I got the memo. Oh, I definitely got the fucking memo.

  “Will it get me out of my ticket?” I asked her.

  Her lips quirked in amusement. “Yes, doll.”

  I winked at her. “Then, yeah, come join us for Christmas. You know where my place is?”

  Sailor smirked at me. “Oh, I can find out, baby.”

  I licked my lips. “Show up this evening after your shift, and I’ll even let you do all those naughty things you want to do to me,” I teased her.

  This time, she flashed me that wicked, naughty grin and leaned up off my car, walking back to hers. I watched in my side mirror as her juicy ass bounced with each step, the pants of her uniform hugging it perfectly.

  Christ, I was fucked when it came to that woman.

  2

  Sailor

  What the fuck are you doing, Sailor? I asked myself as I rolled to a stop in front of Regina’s house. I couldn’t believe I’d used that fucking ticket as a way to get what I wanted. It was a low fucking trick, and yet, I couldn’t help myself.

  I wanted Regina. I’d wanted her from the moment I met her. It had been Black Friday, and I was working my usual shift at the local wholesale store in town. Regina had been the new manager, and she’d made it a point to introduce herself to every officer working, and when she stopped in front of me, her plump lips painted red, a bright smile on her stunning, beautiful face, I’d been hooked.

  We’d been dancing around this for so long. It was damn time we did something about it. And that was what I was telling myself as I threw my truck in park and got out, tromping up her walkway to the front door. She had a huge wreath hanging up, as well as lights strung all over her porch. Inflatable Christmas decorations littered her yard. It legit looked like Santa threw up Christmas all over her property, and it made me smile.

  I should have known she’d be this extra for a holiday. She literally dressed up for every holiday when she was working—even something as simple as National Ice Cream Day.

  I rang her doorbell, and a moment later, she swung open the front door, beaming at me. Her hazel eyes were bright with happiness, and I could smell something baking, which made my stomach quietly growl. I hadn’t had a damn thing to eat today except for a croissant from the local coffee shop this morning, and I was starving.

  I ran my eyes over her. She’d changed her clothes from her work uniform and was wearing a pair of tiny, silk, red shorts even though it was almost freezing outside and a matching camisole top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and as the cold air drifted over her body, her nipples pebbled.

  I licked my lips. She looked good enough to fucking eat.

  “Gonna let me in or are you going to make me stand out here all evening?” I teased her.

  She giggled and stepped back, letting me in. I toed off my boots by the front door next to her sneakers and stepped further inside, following her to the kitchen.

  “I’m making pudding,” she said. “Pudding is my guilty pleasure,” she said sheepishly, her cheeks turning a light shade of red. She showed it to me. “It’s red, and I made another one that’s green.”

  Then, like the fucking tease she’d been from day one, she dipped her finger in the red pudding and licked it off, watching me with a knowing look in her eyes. I groaned. My core clenched. This woman was playing with fire, and she knew it.

  And fuck, if I didn’t want to burn her.

  “Treading dangerous waters, baby doll,” I warned her as I stepped closer.

  She shot me a teasing smile. “I love a bit of danger. I wonder how deep I can go before I start drowning?”

  I wrapped a hand around her throat and shoved her against the counter, covering her mouth with mine. She moaned and twined her arms around my neck, pressing her soft, curvy body against mine. When she opened her mouth beneath mine, I slipped my tongue inside, desperate to learn every curve and dip of her luscious mouth.

  A needy whimper left her throat as I slid my hand under her camisole, gliding it over the slight curve of her belly until I reached the underside of her breast. She thrust her chest out, but I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted yet. I had something even better in mind.

  I slowly pulled back from her, smirking when she whined and followed my lips, greedily seeking them out. “Grab your pudding, get on your couch, and get naked.”

  She giggled, snatched her bowl of pudding off the counter, and rushed to the living room. I leaned against the counter and took in her kitchen as I gave her some time to get ready for me.

  Thing was, my girl didn’t know I had a thing for pudding, too. And I wanted to lick every bit of it off her body before finally giving her what she needed so badly.

  When I walked into her living room, her curvy body was sprawled out on her comfy-looking couch, her tits jiggling with every panted breath she took. Teasing me, she spread her thick thighs, letting me see how wet she was for me. And fuck, she was glistening.

  She was a brave thing, but I couldn’t wait to bring her to her knees.

  “So fucking hot, doll,” I praised as I gripped the hem of my long-sleeve shirt. I tugged it over my head and dropped it to the floor before unsnapping my bra, tossing it aside as well. Her breathing deepened, and she licked her lips, unable to draw her eyes away from my body. I slowly slid my hands down my torso until I reached the button on my jeans, and then I shucked those next. Then, my socks went, and the last thing to go were my boy shorts.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered. She pulled at her nipples, moaning.

  I grabbed the bowl of pudding from her coffee table and scooped some up in my hand before I smeared it all over her delectable body. She moaned as I rubbed it all over her perfect tits. I drew dangerously close to her core as I put more pudding on her, but I avoided the area.

  Once the bowl was empty, I started from her ankle and began to lick the red pudding off her skin, making sure I got every bit of it. The scent of her arousal was potent, and she was needy, begging me to at least get her off once. But I wasn’t going to do that. I wanted to make sure she exploded when she finally got to come, and I wanted her to come all over my face.

  By the time I licked all the pudding off her body, paying special attention to her sweet tits and lush nipples, she was panting, almost on the verge of tears. I was aching to get off, but I wanted to get her off first. I wasn’t a greedy woman. I loved giving. And I wanted to give this woman everything, starting with this orgasm that I knew was going to rock her entire world.

  I moved between her thighs and dove in. I took the time to inhale the smell of her, and then I flattened my tongue against her sweet core, swiping up her slit before circling my lips around her clit.

  That was all it took. With a scream of my name, she came undone, coming all over my face.

  3

  Regina

  When my ears were no longer ringing, I looked over at Sailor. She was licking her lips, and she was getting off the couch, admiring my Christmas tree in the corner of the room. It was a real tree because I didn’t mess with fake ones, and I’d decorated it silver and blue this year with white lights. It was beautiful. Add in the numerous presents under the tree for my family, and it was stunning.

  “Come here,” Sailor beckoned as she sat on the rug in front of my fireplace, which was next to the Christmas tree. The glow of the lights cast a beautiful shine on her trim, fit body. But despite the clear fact that she worked out and took really good care of herself, she was still curvy, and I loved that.

  I quickly got off the couch, and after making sure my knees wouldn’t give out beneath me, I moved toward her, settling on my knees on the gray rug. She gripped the side of my neck and pulled my lips to hers, kissing me softly and sweetly at first. Then, she gently pried my lips apart and slid her tongue into my mouth, sliding it erotically with mine.

  I moaned and slid my hands along her thighs, needing to touch her. They were soft and smooth, but I could feel the muscle beneath the surface. She moaned softly as I slid my hands further up, tracing the dip of her waist before I slid my palms up to her tits, cupping them in my hands. They were a couple of sizes smaller than mine—maybe a B-cup—but they were perfect, and they fit in my hands just right.

  “Lay back,” she whispered against my lips.

  I did as she asked, eager to see what would be happening now. I needed everything she was willing to give me. It was clear she was a take-charge kind of woman, which I loved. I took charge so much at my job. Having someone else call the shots for once felt glorious.

  Sliding her hands up my inner thighs, she parted them and then settled herself between them, throwing one leg over my body, pressing our cunts together. I whined low in my throat, arching my back.

  “Yes,” Sailor hissed. Then, she began to move, rubbing her clit with mine. She started slowly at first, and then she began moving faster. Her arm wrapped around my thigh, and she braced herself against the floor with her other hand as she quickly began sending us toward the edge.

  I cried out, my back arching, my entire body trembling as I came. Sailor followed not long after me, calling out my name as she came with me. Then, she straddled my hips, leaned down, and kissed me to the point I couldn’t breathe.

  “Fucking amazing,” she whispered as she peppered kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “You’re incredible, Regina.”

  I huffed out a laugh, my heart hammering in my chest. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I whispered, “Thank you, Sailor.”

  She brushed her cheek with mine before pressing a kiss there. “No; thank you, baby doll.”

  4

  Sailor

  The doorbell ringing jerked me awake.

  And I was alone.

  What the fuck?

  I quickly sat up, rubbing my eyes. I looked around the bedroom. After that powerful as fuck orgasm last night, Regina and I had showered before crawling into her massive king-size bed together, where I cuddled her all night. It worked perfectly that she preferred being the little spoon because I was always the big spoon. I preferred being the big spoon.

  Though I’d never deny that amazing woman cuddles if she wanted to give them to me.

  Regina popped into the bedroom with a wide smile on her face. I could hear chatter as she opened and closed the door. She was wearing a pair of Christmas leggings with Christmas trees all over them and a Christmas sweater. The sweater had Rudolph on the front with a big, red, fuzzy ball where his nose was.

  She was fucking adorable.

  “What’s going on?” I grumbled. It was too fucking early to be up, and I needed coffee.

  “My family is here,” she said, her cheeks turning a little red. “Do you need something to wear or…” Her sweet voice trailed off, her cheeks turning darker. “I mean, I don’t mean your clothes from yesterday aren’t okay!” she rushed out, now flustered. “I just—”

  “Baby,” I said, drawing her eyes to me. I slid out of bed, “calm down. Take a deep breath. I have a change of clothes in my truck. Do you mind running out there and getting them for me?” I asked her as I grabbed my keys off her nightstand, handing them to her. “They’re in the backseat.”

  She smiled at me, relaxing now that I’d put her worries at ease. “Okay.”

  She rushed out of the room. I made my way to her attached bathroom to wash my face and fix my hair. I knew it was sticking up everywhere, and I grimaced at my reflection in the mirror. It looked like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket. This was the only downfall to my pixie cut. If I didn’t style it, I looked like real shit.

  She came back in the room once I had my hair tamed. Her cheeks were pink. “Just to warn you, my brothers are very protective. They don’t care that you’re a woman; they’re going to grill the fuck out of you.”

  I snorted and unzipped my bag so I could get dressed. “Baby doll, I arrest murderers and rapists.” She grimaced at that reminder. I just shrugged at her. “I can handle your brothers.”

  She shrugged. “Your battle—not mine. I can only warn you.”

  She slipped back out of the room. I finished dressing in my black jeans, pulling on my white t-shirt afterward. After I brushed my teeth, I walked out of her room and into the kitchen, only two things on my mind—a kiss from my woman now that I’d brushed my teeth and a pot of coffee.

  Yes. The entire fucking pot.

  Regina was in front of the stove when I walked in. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and pressed a kiss right beneath her ear. Then, I gripped her chin as she hummed and turned her head to face me so I could plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Coffee?”

 

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