Mick enjoyed his dinner with Trish. She was beautiful, but he suspected she carried more baggage than Tyler had after things with Meg imploded. It hurt the guy's ego to find out the woman he had loved for years didn't love him in return. That was the past, but he couldn't say platitudes to Trish like things will get better. Her things were unknown to him, except the guy cheated, but he sensed her hurt ran deep.

Mick almost didn't offer to continue their evening, but he enjoyed her company. She was intelligent and funny. Her Santa comment was spot on. Who the hell was watching the kids while all the parents were at the bar? Did they bring wrapped PlayStations and whatever else had been on their kids' wish lists on the plane and boat? Maybe they belonged to the never lie to your children club and didn't practice the magical experience of the man with the sleigh and reindeer.

If Mick had kids, he would let them believe as long as they wanted. In fact, he would be the guy who went up on the roof to make some noise. He might have to move out of the city for that trick. If Tyler moved, Mick would get on the roof for Clara.

He stood first and ushered Trish to walk ahead of him. She smiled back at him. "A gentleman."

"My father trained me right."

"You should thank him."

He thought of his father and hoped he would go with his mother to the relatives. Mick wouldn't put money on it. He had been waiting for his parents to divorce for years. "I will the next time we talk."  But Arthur Hathorne had also been his role model.

He pointed to the bar where a couple was standing. Trish scurried ahead and sat the minute the others got off their stools.

When he reached her he said, "You're fast."

"I have to hustle at work."

He smiled. "On your feet. Hustling. Are you a server?"

She looked at him for a beat, before smiling. "You cracked the code."

"I bet you are awesome at your job."

She chuckled. "My dedication paid off." When the bartender came over, she ordered a coke.

"Not drinking." He frowned.

She shook her head. "I'm a lightweight."

He had ordered whisky to sip, but wasn't a big drinker either. "I'm not driving."

They clinked glasses. "To new friends."

She chuckled. "The shortest friendship."

He shrugged. "The offer stands if you want to have a stopover before you go to the airport."

She blushed, and he debated kissing her. Everything stood still as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh, Mick. There you are. I wanted to thank you for being so nice to my son."

The mother who never watched her kid in the pool squeezed in between him and Trish breaking the spell.

"Great kid. I've forgotten your name." And which kid is yours.

"Candy."

He cleared his throat. "Um, this is Trisha. We were having a drink."

She turned to look at Trish who smiled and waved. "You must love that you can sit at the bar here."

"I do. I'm the only girl in my senior class who is this lucky."

Candy smiled and nodded. "Mick must be a great uncle."

Trish rolled her eyes. Mick was ready to explain that she was his date, but Trish slid off her stool.

"He's a great guy. Goodnight, Uncle Mick." She leaned in and kissed his check. "Have fun."

"Trish, stay." He reached for her hand and was surprised it didn't feel as delicate as her slight frame might suggest.

She smiled and gently pulled away. "I'm tired."

Candy sat in the empty seat. "She's a sweet girl."

Mick nodded as he watched her walk away. When Trish stopped him from telling Candy that he definitely wasn't her uncle, she drew the friend line in the sand. She wasn't interested in a holiday fling and he couldn't blame her. With his dinner invitation, he added just friends.

Candy kept talking about herself and he half listened wishing he had called Tyler earlier, but he would have to wait until Christmas day.

"Do you like them?"

Mick looked at her, and she could have been asking about anything. When his gaze met her lips, he wished it was blow jobs. He would nod up and down. Instead, he said, "Sorry. I forgot to call a friend."

She smiled. "I asked if you like kids."

He felt the heat rise. Definitely not what he was thinking. Coughing, he answered, "Kids are great. They make me laugh."

She puffed out her chest like he just complimented her spaghetti string top. He hadn't mentioned her kid specifically. Mick remembered the whiny boy. His rogue mind filled with one thought, she couldn't be wearing a bra. How had he turned into a sex starved pervert suddenly? Probably because he hadn't had sex since before he turned thirty.

"You are a sweet man. Where are you from?" She rested her hand on his knee.

"I'm currently living here, in Colombia."

"I live in Michigan. Where did you grow up?"

He liked Trish's idea. "The east."

She smiled and squeezed his thigh with her warm hand. "Mister cryptic."

As he felt his dick twitch, he debated if he wanted to do something about it. Tyler came to mind; sex in paradise changed his life. Mick didn't want Candy to change his life, but he had condoms. He finished his drink and put the glass down.

"I was thinking about a dip in the hot tub."

She smiled wickedly. "I'll join you."

Mick chuckled. "Go put on your suit and meet me over at the hot tubs."

"I'll be quick." She giggled.

Mick didn't think she would be quicker than him, but he kept his mouth shut. Having very close girl friends had taught him how easy it was to piss off women, so it was something he avoided.

It only took him a minute to undress and pull on his board shorts and a tee shirt. He slipped into his favorite thongs, flip-flops were for girls. Smiling, he thought thongs were too, but they were very different items. The shoe had a piece that went between the big toe and its neighbor. The other thong had a piece that wedged between the butt cheeks.

The resort had three hot tubs, and he was surprised to find one empty. He flipped the switch for the jets and stepped into the water. It was not as hot as a tub at a Vermont ski resort in January, but it was warmer than the heavy night air.

Candy appeared wearing an open coverup which covered nothing except her shoulders and back. He saw the outline of her butt cheeks. Her bikini covered the bare minimum. Based on the preview, he wouldn't mind seeing the show. The best part about a holiday romp was he would never see her again. Smirking, Tyler kept circling his mind.

When she stepped into the tub, she walked right over to him. "I don't play games." Then she straddled him and sat on his lap.

Chuckling he said, "Are you comfortable?"

She put her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. "So strong."

Her lips pressed against his, and she reminded him of a dog in heat. She was all tongue and teeth, but his dick danced. She rubbed against his erection.

He drew his mouth from hers and heard a pop when the suction broke. "I'm not having sex in here."

"You'll have to invite me over. My kid."

"Who's he with?"

"He can stay home alone."

"And his father?"

She scoffed. "I'm not talking about that bastard."

Did the water cool slightly? "We're all bastards."

"Not you," she cooed.

He tried hard not to be, but he would never admit it. Women liked a bad boy, so he'd fulfill the role. If she wanted hot and fast sex, he'd deliver.

She continued to entice him until the fifteen minute timer turned off the jets. "So, what do you say?"

"No strings? I leave on the twenty-sixth."

She pouted. "You're not staying through New Year's Eve?"

He shook his head knowing he would pretend it was like any other night and go to bed early. He reported to the site at seven in the morning, so his circadian rhythm was early to bed and early to rise.

Neither spoke as they walked to his room. They weren't friends. Mick wasn't ashamed because sex between two consenting adults was just sex and it had been a fucking long time for a virile man like himself.

Candy was a woman who knew what she wanted. Mick didn't have to worry about slow foreplay. She grabbed his erection the minute the door closed. With his wet shorts on the floor and his legs bent off the bed, she purred as she took him in her mouth. The woman was a piece of work and her ex husband probably was as much of a bastard as she claimed, but she had some admirable skills. Mick shuddered as he came into her mouth.

Smiling, he would be happy if she walked out the door, but she wasn't done. When she straddled him, she removed her flimsy top which had hardly held in her large surgically altered breasts. Because of their size alone they should have sagged, nevermind the fact she had a kid. He wondered if the bastard got to enjoy them after he paid for them. When Mick reached up to cup the firm mounds, she smiled, obviously proud of her doctor's work.

Mick would like to say he pleasured her, but he grabbed a condom after she rubbed her hot, wet pussy against him. He was looking forward to her riding him, but he was fucking smarter than his best friend.

She insisted on rolling the latex on him and kissed her way up his stomach to his chest before she climbed back on him. They hadn't kissed since they left the hot tub. It was obvious they both had the same goals, getting off. He already had once but would make sure she got what she needed. His hand reached between them to offer stimulation as she bounced up and down with him inside of her. Her breath turned to pants before she screamed profanities, much too loud for a family friendly resort. Mick honestly thought it was overly dramatic. It was an orgasm, it certainly was not her first. Thankfully, her screams didn't stop him from following with his own.

She rolled off him panting, and he went to the bathroom to toss the condom. Should he ask her to leave?

When he stepped out she was spread eagle on the bed. Her sexy body had only a few silver lines to tell the story of her motherhood. Damn his dick was ready to play again, so he grabbed another condom and climbed on her. He fucked her hard and fast making the headboard bang against the wall. Luckily, his room was on the end, but anyone walking by would recognize the repeated rhythm. Not caring, he came before her, but another profane outburst followed his shudders.

When Mick returned from the bathroom the second time, he pecked her lips. "That was fun, but I need some sleep."

She propped herself up with her elbow. "I could..."

"No way. Go back to your kid." What kind of mother would leave her kid alone all night in a hotel room, plus when he woke it would be Christmas morning.

Mick crashed and fell into a deep sleep and dreamed about pine trees and presents. When Trish appeared in his dream along with Tyler and Meg, he woke. Turning on his side, he fell back to sleep and didn't wake until eight which was unheard of for him.

Mick got a Christmas present. Thanks for voting ⭐️