Jax’s New Year “Kill me now,” I groaned into my pillow. “What’s wrong? A little hungover?” “Fuck off,” I grumbled, pulling the pillow over my head. Hungover was an understatement. I felt like I was dying as the little men inside my head kept drilling for gold. They weren’tgoing to find any in my head, trust me. When I woke a couple of hours later, my stomach gurgled, and I managed to make it to the bathroom before I threw up all over myself. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time,but I’d rather not. Stumbling back into the bedroom, I looked at the naked man splayed out, taking up most of the room on my bed. His name was Ash or Alex or Adam or something like that. I couldn’t remember, but fuck, I could barely remember much about last night. Christmas had sucked donkey’s dick. Since my bestie Elise had gone and gotten herself engaged to the hottest guy on the planet, Luca Conti,she’d spent the holidays shacked up with him and his perfect family, leaving me to my own devices. I wasn’t blaming her, but I totally was. Spending Christmas alone, eating frozen pizza that came in a box and got reheated in the microwave because who the hell knew how to use an oven these days, wasn’t my idea of a very merry Christmas. If it wasn’t for the bottle of tequila Santa had left me, aka Elise herself, I wouldn’t have even had anything to unwrap. Hell, I hadn’t even bothered with a tree this year and I felt like the world’s biggest Grinch.But what the fuckdid I have to celebrate?I’d lost my job at the beginning of December, some bullshit about the company only needing so many employees and the owner’s daughter was back from Uni for the holidays or whatever, but feel free to apply again in March – like that was going to happen. Then Elise had moved in with Mr Perfect, and he’d put a ring on that, not mucking around in locking her down and stealing my woman. I mean, she was mine in every sense except the biblical, cause Ew! Girl germs. So, after a very shitty Christmas, I was determined to have a fabulous New Year no matter what. It was probably dumb and reckless, but that was future Jax’s problem. He’d be the one who had to try and figure out how topay off the credit card bills for my flights, accommodation, and drinks, which frankly I had no interest in knowing how much it all came to. New Year’s Eve in Time Square was on my bucket list,and I’d made it happen. It’d taken me hours of primping and manscaping because I’d let the forest get out of control, before I was ready to head out, ready for some fun. And fun came looking for me. Rugged up in a coat that would stand a normal Aussie winter’s day of a balmy ten degrees, it didn’t stand a chance against the icy wind and sleet of the New York New Year’s Eve. Joining the masses, I stepped out of my hotel on 8thAvenue, and headed down the street to where I had a ticket toparty paradise. When I’d told Elise I was doing this, once she stopped being stunned, she bought me a ticket for a club crawl,knowing I was the world’s biggest whinger when I got cold. Turns out, it was the best thing ever. First stop on my tour was Ripley’s Believe It or Not! After flashing my pass, they wrapped a sparkly silver wristband on me and ushered me through the door. It was not what I was expecting. All they’d done was put a bar and a DJ in the foyer and a buffet upstairs amongst all the crazy shit they had there—like the massive alligator pinned to the wall or the shrunken heads. Shuffling outside, drink in hand, I watched what I could of the nine o’clock family-friendly fireworks light up the sky between the skyscrapers,wondering what the next year would bring. Obviously, the beer in my hand wasn’t nearly strong enough if I was still pondering my future and my options, so I switched to something with some oomph. My view of the ball drop was from the crush on the sidewalk, held back by some of the hottest police I’d ever seen. I mean, guys in uniform on mass, hello hunky. With a view like this of the ball and the eye candy, I didn’t even bother moving onto the next bar. This one had everything I was going to need tonight. By the time the midnight fireworks became the focus of the world, the vodka raspberries I’d been downing like they were Kool-Aid had kicked in, and I was the life of the party. My shirt was, I don’t even know where, and I was standing on the staircase dancing my booty off. With Cher blasting through the speakers, I bumped and grinded,feeling like I was on top of the world. “Five minutes,” the DJ announced, killing the music and my mojo. Wobbling down the stairs, I headed outside via the bar. I might not have had anyone to kiss at midnight, but I’d flown halfway around the world,so I was going to order a few shots and numb the pain of being alone and watch the ball drop. I was three shots down, or maybe it was four, who knows really when the hottest guy I’d ever seen stepped in from the cold, dusting the snow from his broad shoulders looking like every guy’s wet dream. People flocked toward him, surrounding him. He was tall, at least six-four with shaggy blond hair that made my hands itch. I wanted to tug on the ends as he sank to his knees and sucked me into oblivion. When his dark brown eyes locked with mine over the heads of the sea of people between us, I winked cockily and raised my shot glass, before tipping the contents down my throat, never breaking eye contact. “Another?” The bartender interrupted my eye-fucking. “Why not?” I shrugged, pulling my credit card from my wallet and sliding it over the bar. “Better make it two.” “And I’ll have the same,” a deep, baritone voice added from behind me that made me shiver and my dick twitch. “The same?” I spun around on my stool and came face to face with the Adonis I was dreaming about licking from head to toe. “I’m sure I can handle it,” he replied arrogantly. Eye-fucking each other, I watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed down the tequila. “Better go watch the balls drop.” I shrugged, trying to play coy when I was anything but, and headed outside. “Two minutes,” the DJ reminded, and everyone surged forward. Squashed between the police barricade and a crush of bodies, I managed to wriggle my way forward until I was standing in the snow, staring up at the lights, holding my breath. I don’t know why but this felt like the beginning of something new. Something fun and fucking fabulous. “Twenty seconds!” The crowd surged again, and the cops took a step forward. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I flipped it to video and held it up in the air. If I was out making memories, I wanted to have something to look back on. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!” The chanting began, and I felt my excitement grow. It was hard not to. People wearing funny hats and oversized novelty glassessurrounded me. There were balloons and streamers and laughing. I didn’tknow what happened next or how much this cost me, but I was glad I came. “Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” The ball dropped. Confetti blasted up into the frigid night air before floating down over us all. Speakers blasted ‘Auld Lang Syne’. Around me, people laughed and cheered. Some guy dropped to his knee and pulled out a ring. My cheeks stung from smiling so hard. I don’t know how long I stood there watching a balloon float up only to be tangled in a streetlight but when I turned around Adonis was right behind me. “You didn’t kiss anyone at midnight.” “No shit,” I grumbled. Thanks for the reminder, arsehole. “That’s bad luck.” “It is what it is.” “I can fix that.” He grinned, and my dick, which I thought was a frozen popsicle in my pants, perked up. “And it needs fixing, does it?” “Fuck yeah!” He swore as he crushed his lips down over mine, dominating me in a kiss that made me forget the cold. When he grabbed my arse before pressing me back against the barricade, completely oblivious to the million or so people around us,all moving in different directions, I moaned desperately. The New Year was already looking up. Eventually, when we came up for air, both puffing and panting, his eyes were hooded and hinting that this was only the beginning. Something I was more than happy about. “It’s cold as fuck out here. Coming inside for a drink?” he offered, stretching out his hand. “Just a drink?” “A drink and then some.” With the promise of more, I would’ve followed his sculpted arse anywhere. After another hour, the crowd had started to thin, and the vibe was dying. I wasn’t completely shitfaced, but another shot or two and I would be. “I know of a bar a couple of streets over that’s still going. Wanna go check it out?” “Why not.” The sun was breaking through the clouds as I stumbled out of the cab and into the elevator. My flight was in a fewhours, and I had no doubt it was going to be a long, hellish flight home. Adam or Ash or Alex or whatever his name was, didn’t give me much of a chance to worry about trivial things such as sleep or packing as he pinned me to the elevator wall,and grabbed my dick through my jeans before slamming his lips over mine. Clenching my butt cheeks together, I thought about anything I could to stop myself from coming again. It hadn’tbeen that long ago that I’d had cheap and dirty sex in the bathroom of the club. Usually I wasn’t such a slut, but this guy…he had me dropping all my rules.And my pants. By the time we fell through the door of my shoebox hotel room, buttons were being undone and belt buckles clinking. After toeing off my boots, I shucked off my jeans and sank to my knees. I’d been dying to taste him for hours. Pulling his cock from his boxers, I looked at it like it was a prize and fuckme sideways, it was perfect. Long, thick with a vein running along the underside and his manscaping was on point. Taking a long lick, I looked up at him in time to see him squeeze his eyes closed and let his head bang back against the wall. Damn, I hoped these rooms were soundproof or our neighbours were about to get an early morning wake-up call. Taking him into my mouth, I trailed my tongue around the crown, loving the way he tasted. With my own dick throbbing for attention, I ignored the needy fucker and focused on bringing him to the edge as quickly as possible. Rolling his balls in my palm, his huge paw-like hands went to the back of my head, holding me in place as he began fuckingmy face. Damn it was hot. A few clumsy thrusts later he was flooding my mouth,and I swallowed down every drop. With one last lick, I rocked back on my heels, licking my lips and looking up at him. His chest was heaving, and his abs had my fingers crawling up hislegs needing to touch. A fuck fest hadn’t been on my itinerary for this holiday, but damn it if I wasn’t about to start the year with a bang. Through his heavy pants, he looked down at me, his eyes hazy as he growled, “My turn. Get naked and get on the bed.” Well, I didn’t need to be told twice. Let’s just say, I missed check out and was running late for the airport by the time we’d come up for air. Out the front of the hotel, we waited for a cab,awkwardly looking at each other. His shirt was rumpled and his hair messy, but he looked just as hot as he had when I’dfirst set eyes on him barely twelve hours earlier. If anything, knowing what he was packing under those clothes somehow made him even hotter. Part of me wished I could pack him in my suitcase and take him home with me, but this wasn’t what that was. This was a fucking fantastic memory I’d tuck away in my spank bank and pull out when the need arose. A yellow cab appeared, and the doorman loaded my suitcase. Turning back to see him standing there, his hands tucked in his pockets, I shrugged awkwardly. “Thanks. I had fun,” I told him, feeling the need to say something. “Me too.” He shrugged. With nothing left to say, there was no point making the meaningless promises of keeping in touch, or if you’re ever in my neck of the woods, we lived half a world apart. Besides, I still couldn’t remember his name. I opened the door and went to climb in, only for his huge hand to wrap around my wrist catching me off guard and causing me to trip over my own feet. When his grip moved to the back of my neck, he slammed his lips down over mine taking one final kiss, leaving me breathless and contemplating sex on the back seat of this cab. When he pulled back, I knew my lips were bruised, like the fingerprints on my thighs, but it’d been worth it. So fucking worth it. “Have a nice flight.” He smiled one last time before turning and melting into the crowd on the sidewalk. Stunned, I stood there and watched until his head disappeared around the corner before sliding into the cab and heading for the airport. It was going to be a bloody long flight home, and I hoped I could sleep through most of it because I knew, the moment I touched Australian soil again, Elise would be down my throat demanding to know how my New Years’ adventure turned out. And fuck me did I have a tale to tell her.