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  Falling For Pixie Jo

  A Thankful For The Jones Sisters Novella

  KL Fast

  Flirty Filth Publishing

  Copyright © 2019 by KL Fast

  All rights reserved.

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  Cover Created by Ember Flint

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Other Books By KL Fast

  Dedicated to finding love in unexpected places…

  Blurb

  What does a foul-mouthed chef and a foul-mouthed accountant have in common?

  Not much, but more than enough to fall head over heels in a very short amount of time.

  Come on in and enjoy great food, even better quality time, and a love so strong it puts all others to shame.

  This is an over the top instalove with all the feels.

  This is book 1 in the Thankful for the Jones Sisters Series.

  Chapter 1

  Pixie Jo “PJ” Jones

  “Fuck, ow," I say glaring at the offending pot that just burnt me then back down to my wrist. Shit! There is now a bright red burn mark on it. That hurt like a motherfucker. I have been in the kitchen since four this morning prepping for the annual Thanksgiving dinner that the Fall Mountain Resort hosts every year for our guests. It’s been that way since before I was born. Ever since my parents opened it in 1985. The resort is made up of two different areas. We have twenty-five cabins all ranging in size, not including the five cabins that my family has just for us. The main area of the hotel has one hundred rooms, a diner, a bar, a swimming pool, a hot tub, a game room, and a tv room that we play family movies every night. It’s like a little theater. I loved growing up here. We were able to meet new people from all over the place. Two years ago, a month after my eighteenth birthday, my parents signed over the deed to my oldest brother, Ford, my sisters Sue Ellen, Sadie Mae, Millie Kay, and myself. Then they told us that they were retiring and going to travel around France.

  To say that my siblings and I were surprised would be an understatement but it’s not like we didn't know how to run it. We all grew up here and knew someday it would be passed down to us. I just didn't think it would be so soon. I don’t think any of us did. We all have our own thing that we do for the resort. Ford does all of the maintenance and repairs. Sadie Mae is the Guest Wellness Coordinator. Sue Ellen is Guest relations manager. Millie Kay is the in-house party planner and event coordinator for the resort. That just leaves me the cook slash baker. Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved to cook. It has always been my passion. I love coming up with new recipes and watching people’s faces light up as they try my new creations.

  Which brings me back to the offending pie that I burnt my wrist on while taking it out of the oven. I should just be glad that I made it all day without burning myself.

  “Hey sis how’s it going?” Sue Ellen sing songs as she looks over my shoulder.

  “Well, this is the last pie and I made it all goddamn day before I burnt myself with it. I mean, look, I made five different ones before this one burnt me,” I say pointing to the variety of pies I have made. I decided that making the sweets and the things that go in the fridge the day before Thanksgiving would be best. That way I could just worry about the stuff that needs to be cooked tomorrow.

  “Hold on, I'll get the mustard,” she says skipping to the fridge.

  “Thanks.” I walk over to the sink and turn on the water. When I first started to cook, I burned myself all the time and quickly found that if you put a little mustard on your burn, leave it for three minutes then wash it off it takes away the pain. “How is it going out there? I have been stuck in here working all day.”

  “It’s going good, we got four new guests in, all guys,” she says once she is back to me. “Well, at least that’s what Tilly said when she left this morning.”

  “Okay, that's fine I made sure to make more than enough. I even made sure that you would have all your vegetarian dinner delights.” I mock gag and she laughs.

  “I can’t wait to see what you come up with this year. There is no way you can top last year though; it was so good.” I grin.

  “Another year better, I am,” I say in my best Yoda voice. She giggles and shakes her head.

  “You're such a dork,”

  “Yes, but you love me, hippie.” I quickly wash off my hands and wrists.

  “I sure do. Now, where are my samples?” I fake a mock-shocked look.

  “You mean to tell me you only came back here to get your hands on some treats?”

  “Please… I come for sustenance for the night shift that I have to take because Tilly had her baby.” I shake my head.

  “You’re lucky I love you. I saved you a sample. Try one of all the goodies. They are over there,” I say pointing to the counter with a huge plate of treats. She squeals and runs over to me hugging me so tight that I can’t breathe.

  “You are the best ever.” She is gone as fast as she came. I need to go over my checklist before I can make my back to my cabin and finish watching The Mandalorian. I am obsessed with that show. I mean have you seen baby Yoda. It’s just the cutest thing ever. Alright, I know he’s not Yoda, but the species doesn’t have a name. I can’t get started on that though.

  After checking everything that I did today off my list, I grab my coat and a tray of food to take back to my place then start to make my way outside, only to walk into a wall. My food falls to the ground. Damnit, when the fuck did we get a wall right here? I think to myself as I rub my nose. “Ow, fuck,” I say for the second time today.

  “Shit. Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay? I didn't see you there,” The wall goes on to say as two strong arms wrap around me. I look up and up further still until my head is tilted all the way back. I am staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes I have ever seen. He stops talking and sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Wow, you’re beautiful,” he says, causing me to blush.

  “Um… Thank you. I'm sorry I ran into you. I wasn't paying attention. It's been a long ass day.” He grins and I swear to God my ovaries explode.

  Why do I feel as though my life has just changed forever?

  Chapter 2

  Dexter “Dex” Bennett

  When my best friend, Elliot told me to pack my shit for the weekend because we were going out of town, I sure as shit did not think I would be staring at the most beautiful woman to ever walk the Earth. She is small like a little fairy with long, dark brown hair. She has a heart-shaped face with big brown eyes. They are as warm as honey. Her blush deepens as I stare, and I can't help but wonder how far down it goes. Does it cover those fucking tits? I want to bury my face in them and fucking live there.

  “I’m Dexter, but everybody calls me Dex.”

  “I’m not everybody, Dexter. I am Pixie Jo though. Everyone else calls me PJ, but you? You can call me Pixie Jo,” she says. Fuck, she has a sultry voice.

  “Alright, Pixie Jo where you headed in such a rush that you forget about basic safety?”

  “To my place, just over there,” she says pointing to a completely undecorated cabin. The one right next door looks like a witch lives there, but Pixie Jo’s is as plain as she is beautiful.

  “I see,” I say, once again staring at he
r.

  “Um… Would you like to come in? Are you a guest? What are you doing back here?” she blurts out.

  “I am a guest. I went for a walk, to clear my head. The cold air helps me think,” I tell her though I don’t know why I am telling her. “And, I’d love to come in,” I say. I leave out the part where I’d like to come inside of her, filling her up with all the fucking babies she can handle. Woah. Where the fuck did that come from? I’ve never once thought of having kids before. I have been too busy building a business with my best friends.

  At thirty-two, I didn’t think I was ready, but I see now that I was waiting for the woman who made me feel something other than contempt for them. Pixie Jo has something that is rendering my alarm bells silent. The more I stare at her, the more I want to own her.

  "Great. I was just about to throw on a pot of coffee and watch the new Star Wars show."

  Well, shit. Could she be more perfect for me? Star Wars is my kryptonite. What could be a better way to spend the evening than with a beautiful woman and a galaxy far, far away?

  "That sounds good. Was this your dinner?" I ask as we both bend down to pick up the tray of dropped food.

  "It was going to be," she says wistfully.

  "Should I run back inside and get you another?" I ask. I feel terrible she dropped it because I was the asshole standing just outside the door, staring through the window at her because she was so fucking beautiful. I forgot where I was until she crashed into me.

  "No need," she says moving toward the cabin she indicated earlier.

  "Why's that?" I ask following her. I'd fucking follow her anywhere.

  "I'm the chef here at the resort. I'll whip us up something in no time."

  "You cook?"

  "Well, yeah. I'm pretty good at it too," she says giggling and the sound goes straight to my balls.

  "I think the last home cooked meal I had was last Christmas. My best friend's mom took pity on me and invited me to dinner."

  "That was nice of her. Where are your own parents?" she asks innocently.

  "I never knew my parents. I was a safe haven baby. They abandoned me at the hospital. I lived in a children's home until I turned eighteen. Though once I started school and met Elliot, I spent most of the time at his house. I am not sure why I am telling you this. I never talk about my past. There's just something about you," I tell her. During this time, we managed to get into her place and into the kitchen where she's placed the tray on the counter. Now she's in my arms, comforting me. From anyone else, I'd see this as pity, but from her I'll take the comfort and anything else she wants to give me.

  "I'm sorry that happened to you. I, uh, feel whatever this pull is between us too," she says quietly into my chest. I lean back so I can look at her. When I do so, I'm a goner. Her honeyed brown eyes are swimming in tears.

  "Don't cry for me, doll. I'm not worth it," I tell her.

  "I think you're wrong about that, Dexter. Very wrong," she sniffles. My heart squeezes. Fuck it. I need her lips under mine. Leaning down, I kiss her softly at first, savoring the taste of her before savagely deepening the kiss. Our tongues dance and the little moan she makes gets my already hard cock even harder.

  She pulls away from my kiss flustered beyond belief.

  "What's wrong?" I ask her.

  "I don't want you to think I do this sort of thing," she finally answers.

  "What thing?" I ask.

  "I don't go around inviting strange men back to my place. I don't kiss them or offer to cook for them. There's just…"

  "Something about me?" I ask finishing her thought.

  "Yes," she breathes.

  "I didn't think you did. I don't do this either. I don't go around kissing beautiful women either. Only you. Forever you." Laying it all on the line.

  "Forever?" she questions.

  "That's how strong this feeling is, Pixie Jo. I can tell you aren't ready to hear that, so how about I help you with dinner and then we'll watch the show. How does that sound?"

  "I didn't say I wasn't ready, but food seems like the best option right now," she says agreeing with me.

  She clears her throat and blushes “Do you like lasagna?” I grin

  “I love it.” She nods her head and points to the table that is right off the side of her kitchen.

  “You sit. I don't like people in my kitchen,” she says.

  “Yes, ma’am.” She gets to work, and I lose myself in the way her body moves around the kitchen. She is amazing. It’s almost like she is everywhere at once, doing three different things. Before I know it, the food is in the oven. I have never seen someone put a meal together so fast.

  “This is going to take about forty-five minutes, so we have time to get to know each other. Would you like a beer or wine?” she asks, going to the fridge.

  “I'd love a beer. What would you like to know about me?” she brings over a beer for me and a soda for herself. When I raise a brow, she blushes.

  “I'm not old enough for the good stuff yet.”

  “How old are you, Pixie Jo?” I try to sound casual but, on the inside, I am praying. Sweet mother of God, please be at least eighteen… I think to myself as I wait with bated breath for her answer. She laughs.

  “I’m twenty. How old are you?” she asks, taking a sip of her drink.

  “Just turned thirty-two a month ago. What else would you like to know?” She sits down at the table across from me.

  “Tell me everything there is to know about Dexter Bennett.” No one has ever asked about me and if they have, I normally just blow them off but for some reason, I want to tell her everything. I want her to know everything. I just hope she likes what she hears.

  Chapter 3

  PJ

  He takes a long pull of his beer then sets it down on the table.

  “Well, as I said before, I was raised in the system and moved around a lot. I never stayed staying in a home for longer than a month at a time, until I was in second grade and they put me in a group home. I have always been kind of a loner,” he shrugs his shoulders. “I grew up in Denver. it was awful, I had no friends and I was all skin and legs add to the fact that I was stupid smart when it came to math that equaled a lot of bullying. I hated everything and everyone. Everything kind of changed when I met my best friend Elliot though.” He gets a fond smile on his face and I know that I am going to like his friend Elliot too.

  “How old were you when you met?” I ask leaning my elbows on the table.

  “When we were eight. It was the first day of third grade. We sat next to each other. He had been trying to talk to me all day, but I never said a word to him. Then at recess, he stopped a fuck face of a kid from bullying me. We have been thick as thieves ever since. It was just me and him until we hit high school then we met Logan and Nolan in woodshop class. All of us have been friends ever since. When we graduated from high school, we started working on creating our own construction business, each of us taking classes for specific things.”

  “You're the accountant, aren't you?” I ask, interrupting. He grins and nods his head.

  “Yes, although I know my way around a 2x4 and a hammer.” I snicker and he blushes a little. “Woman, get your head out of the gutter,” he scolds even though he laughs with me. I grin

  “Sorry. I grew up with three older sisters and an older brother. I’ve heard way more that's what she said jokes than anyone. Okay, you’re right keep going.”

  “So, you’re the youngest?” I grin.

  “Sure am.” He smiles.

  “Where was I?”

  “2x4s,” I say, trying to hold back my laugh. He grins at me.

  “Ah, yes. I do the accounting and drywall; Elliot does plumbing and electrical; Nolan is the construction superintendent; and finally, Logan does all the carpentry.”

  “Wow, that’s awesome. So, your good with your hands?” He raises a brow then grins. Damn that grin is going to be the death of me.

  “I plan on showing you just how good I am with them later.” I b
lush and bite my lip.

  “So, do you still live in Denver?” he nods his head.

  “Yeah, but I'm beginning to think that's not where home is,” he says so quietly I almost miss it. I kind of hate that he lives two hours away. My mood sours a little. How will we ever make this work if he lives so far away? I mean, hell Sadie Mae’s high school sweetheart cheated on her. To be fair, I shouldn't compare Dexter to Justin. That douche was so not good enough for my sister. I am beginning to think that Dexter is nothing like him.

  “What made you come up here?” I ask trying to change the subject.

  “We just landed a really big client and finished the job before it was supposed to be done so Elliot set it up for us. We all came up for some snowboarding or skiing and to get away from it all. I wasn't going to complain it seems like an amazing place. I love the feeling of solitude you get up here with all the snow and mountains. I like my space. I think it's mainly because I don't really understand people or maybe it’s because they just don't understand me. It was really bad when I was younger. Now that I am older though I think I have just stop caring so much about what other people think. Now that I have bared my soul, it’s your turn to tell me all about Pixie Jo.” He takes a bite of his food and groans. “Sweet baby Jesus, this is amazing.” He takes another big bite. “If you cook like this for me all the time, I am going to end up fat as fuck.” I laugh and shake my head while in the back of my mind I can't stop thinking about how sexy he would be with a dad bod. While we eat, I tell him all about my life growing up here.