Rekindling Christmas Read Online Free Page A

the airport?”
    “I can request a pickup for you.
Once we get everything confirmed, I will get all your flight information for
our driver.”
    “Great.” Ryanne was beginning to
feel excited about the trip. She still wasn’t looking forward to meeting and
mingling with strangers, or skiing, but she’d have a few more days of freedom,
and for that she could smile.
    As she answered questions from
Stacy, Ryanne began booking her flight arrangements. When the resort
receptionist asked for her credit card information, she pulled the plastic from
her wallet and typed it into the airline system too as she read it out to the clerk
at Starview.
    Soon, she had her flight plans
booked and rebooked.
    “You are all set, Ms. McCall. We
wish you safe travels and will see you soon.” Stacy’s lively tone was
contagious.
    “Yes, you will.” Ryanne hung up the
phone and began to pack her suitcase. She’d only brought professional clothes
with her, nothing that said “I’m available,” but she didn’t care.  She’d smile
and men would flirt with her, give her ego a mighty boost before she had to
spend days in the den of wives and mothers.
    *           *           *
    “Oh my…that was amazing .”
    Carson walked into the main room of
the double suite to see a dirty blonde woman plastered against Phillip, in a
skirt too short and tight for Colorado mountain weather, a low-cut, revealing sweater,
and green knee-length leather and fur boots.
    A shirtless Phillip grabbed the
woman’s ass and thrust his pelvis against her. “It was great. Thanks. I believe
your friends are waiting on you for dinner.”
    Only his friend Phillip, in the
forty-five minutes Carson had been gone, could have managed to find a girl,
convince her to join him back at the room, and bang her. Of course, Carson
admitted, at the singles event it didn’t take much convincing. Most of the
women there were trying to get laid from sun up to hours beyond midnight. Too
bad he was a little more conservative about who he had sex with, unlike
Phillip, so Carson hadn’t had sex yet. In the last two days alone, Phillip had
done it with nine different girls, at nine different times. Carson only knew that
because his friend was keeping count.
    The woman giggled and curled her
body around his friend more. “Oh, screw them.” Another giggle. “I have half a
mind to brush them off, stay here with you, and let you take me a third time.
Maybe in the ass again…hmm?”
    Carson busied himself at the bar, pouring
himself and his roommate a drink as Phillip wrangled himself out of the woman’s
grip.
    “Oh, sweetie. Let’s not ruin the
moment. I don’t think I could go another round right now with a firecracker
like you.” Phillip placed light kisses on the corners of the woman’s mouth as
he walked her backwards.
    “Let’s try,” Blondie whined with a
fake pout.
    “Let’s just hope this week lends
another moment for us. If not, we had fun, right?” Phillip pulled the door
open.
    Fingering her disheveled hair behind
her ear, the woman smiled through red, swollen lips. Carson could only imagine
what Phillip had the woman doing with her mouth. “Okay.” Giggle again, with a
hip twist for good measure.
    “Bye-bye.” Phillip quickly closed
the door, leaving the giggling nymph on the other side of it. “Damn.” Phillip
did some crotch adjusting and buttoned his jeans as he moved deeper into the
front room. “That girl was wild .”
    Carson shook his head and crossed to
the couch with the two tequila shots. “Do I want to ask where you picked her
up?”
    Taking one of the glasses, Phillip
plopped down on the couch as Carson sat in the single chair near the fireplace.
    “The ice machine.” Holding his shot
up, as was the custom, to toast another lay, Phillip waited for Carson to raise
his, then tossed his drink back.
    Carson emptied his glass and set it on the
table. Waiting for the burn to move past his throat, he cleared it then