Take a Mountain Man Home for Christmas: A Mountain Man Romance Christmas Collection

by Crowne, K. C.

  “Thank you,” Stormy answered, smiling shyly.

  “Where did you get that dress?” I knew she didn’t have any clothes. I wasn’t expecting her to get dressed up.

  “I told Angela about dinner, and she lent it to me. All I had were casual clothes. It feels good to get dressed up,” she answered.

  “This look is good on you,” I said, motioning to her dress and heels. “You must be a model or something.”

  Stormy’s grin widened, and she looked down at her feet. She had the perfect body and creamy, glowing skin that I wanted to run my tongue over.

  Stop it, man, I scolded myself. I asked her if she was ready to go. I was starting to drool over her and needed to move before instinct took over and I pushed her back into her room and onto the bed.

  I’d reserved a table for us in The River Room. I extended my arm to her, and she looped hers through it as I led her to the steps. Unfortunately, one thing we didn’t have was an elevator. We’d talked about installing one but never had. The place was homier without one, Brad had said, and all of our handicap accessible rooms were on the first floor.

  As we were an outdoor activity resort, we didn’t get many handicapped or elderly folks who would have issues with the steps. Nearly all of our guests were mobile enough to handle our establishment without issue. Though we did occasionally get complaints about what a pain in the ass it was to haul luggage up four flights of stairs. My brothers and I often stepped in and made those runs for people who needed or wanted it.

  With Stormy’s high heels, we took the steps slowly. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed watching her graceful walk. And walking beside her offered me a great view of her cleavage, which I had trouble taking my eyes off of.

  My cock was as hard as ever, and I hoped Stormy didn’t notice it through my jeans. It had been a while since I’d had any action, and my dick was begging for some much-needed attention.

  What is wrong with me? I was acting like a horny teenager with his first boner.

  Stormy didn’t seem to notice. If she did, she said nothing. She seemed to be having a good time, so I tried to relax and enjoy myself as well, though I had to keep telling myself, it was only dinner and I was only doing it to be nice.

  We made it down the stairs, and I led her into the dining room and to our reserved table. Someone had decorated the table with a vase of pretty white and blue flowers. There was a fancy silver ice bucket on the table holding a vintage bottle of chardonnay as well.

  Angela, I thought. This was her doing.

  I made sure to pull out the chair for Stormy and wait for her to be seated before sitting down myself. The waitress hurried over and pulled the cork from the wine bottle and served us both a glass.

  Since Stormy didn’t know what she liked, I asked her if it was okay if I ordered for her. She told me to go for it.

  I ordered crab stuffed shrimp in a wine butter sauce for an appetizer. We each ordered a salad with homemade house dressing and oven-fresh bread. For the main entrée, I ordered us both Filet Mignon with buttered balsamic mushrooms, baked eggplant fries, and garlic mashed potatoes.

  We sipped our wine and enjoyed a good conversation during dinner. I felt comfortable with Stormy, and the more we talked, the more at ease I felt. I tried to be polite and forget about how sexy she was. Though it was hard because the more I looked at her, the more I wanted her.

  After dinner, we had another drink, and Stormy loosened up even more. I told her some of my non-funny, stupid jokes, and she giggled, a sound I thought was incredibly adorable. I was sure it was just the wine taking over, but it was fun.

  The restaurant closed, and the staff began to go home. Our server asked if I wanted her to stay until we were finished, and I told her no, to go on home. I tipped her and told her not to worry about the table, that I’d come in early and clean up.

  I didn’t want the evening to end just yet but didn’t know what else to do, so I offered Stormy another glass of wine. I was ignoring my own advice and allowing myself to spend just a little too much time with this woman I found increasingly irresistible.

  We had one more drink, and I was feeling the wine. I usually stuck with beer, but since the wine was put out for us, I thought I should drink it with Stormy. I took my last sip and could tell she was tipsy, as well. She was all giggly and giving me a flirty look. It took everything I had to not take her right there on the table.

  I offered to walk her up to her room. There were still a couple of glasses worth of wine left in the bottle, so I asked her if she wanted to take it up to her room with her.

  “Yes, let’s take it upstairs,” she replied. I grabbed a couple of fresh glasses and plucked the wine out of the bucket. I held the glasses and wine in one hand and grabbed Stormy’s elbow with my other hand to lead her up the stairs.

  I wasn’t sure how Stormy really felt about me. Even though she was looking at me seductively, I didn’t know if it was just the alcohol talking. I decided not to make any moves tonight. It was in both our best interests to keep my distance, even if my hard member told me otherwise.

  Once upstairs, outside of her room, I stood at the door while Stormy unlocked it with her key. I waited, not wanting to overstep my boundaries. If she turned around and said good-bye, I’d be okay with that.

  “Do you want to come inside for one more drink?” she asked me. “It would be a shame to let the wine get warm.”

  I’d secretly hoped she would invite me inside, but I wasn’t going to ask to come in. I was pleased when she did so.

  I put the wine bottle on the table and poured us both a glass. Stormy reached for the wine glass, and our fingers touched. Neither of us moved. She looked into my eyes. My cock was ready to explode out of my pants. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I didn’t want to make the first move. But I didn’t have to worry about it as Stormy grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me toward her.

  She put her lips on mine. She paused, feeling me out, waiting for my reaction. I gave into my raging desire and pressed my lips against hers. A fiery sensation swept over my body. I sucked in a deep breath and firmly kissed Stormy. She parted her plump lips, and I slipped my tongue inside.

  She answered by wrapping her tongue around mine. She moaned in delight and moved closer to me. Her hand moved to my beard and up the side of my face. I felt her tits against my chest, and I grabbed her waist and pulled her firmly to me.

  Lindsay

  Stormy

  Cole grabbed me by the waist with his oversized hands and pulled me to him. With our bodies close, I felt his hardness against my abdomen. He was shaking, breathing in short, raspy breaths. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him to know I wanted him just as much. All day, I’d thought about fucking him, and I gave up trying to stop the naughty thoughts.

  I pushed my belly against Cole’s hard cock. I felt it grow thicker against me. His hands moved from my waist to my ass and pulled my groin into his. I yearned to feel him and ground against him.

  He moaned and reacted by pushing his lips hard against mine. He moved them to my cheek, then to my ear and sucked on my lobe. The feeling sent shivers down my spine, and I heard him whisper in my ear.

  “I want you so fucking bad,” he said in a husky voice.

  I answered by putting my hand on his cock. I squeezed it, then moved to his belt to unbuckle it. Once unbuckled, I undid the button and slid down the zipper of his jeans. His huge cock pitched from the confines of his pants.

  I fisted his dick and moved my hand up and down his long shaft. He groaned into my ear and kissed my neck. Cole’s hands moved up my side and found my round breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them hard and erect.

  I continued to pump his cock as he moved his hands down my thighs and up under my dress. He slid my dress up, gliding over the thigh-high stocking, and his fingers lingered over my black, silk panties. His thumb found my pussy lips, and he pushed it lightly inside, finding my clit.

  “Oh my God, you are so wet,” he murmured into my hair.


  I parted my legs slightly so his entire hand slid under my crotch. He parted my lips with his fingers over my panties and moved his hand back and forth while thumbing my clit. I groaned in delight and moved my hand over his cock faster.

  Cole’s fingers left my pussy, and he slowly slid my dress up over my flat tummy and breasts. I raised my arms so he could pull it up over my head. I stood before him in a black bra and panties Angela had given me, saying she’d bought them for Brad but had never even taken the tags off.

  His hands dropped to my bra and massaged my breasts. Then his hand traveled down to find my wetness again. He kissed my lips passionately.

  I wanted him to be naked. I slid his shirt off his broad shoulders. As I moved my hands over his naked chest, I was in awe of his toned, sexy body. I slowly moved my hands over his hard pecs and to his chiseled abs before finding his enlarged cock again.

  I pushed down on Cole’s jeans, and he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them. I had no idea what I was usually like in the bedroom, and the realization as a little freeing. I could do anything I wanted, and right now, I wanted Cole’s cock in my mouth.

  I dropped to my knees and kissed the tip of his dick. I looked up. Cole was watching me, his hazel eyes gleaming with lust. As he watched, I licked my lips before putting my mouth around his cock again and sucking it slowly into my mouth.

  “Oh, Stormy,” he murmured as I took his entire erect cock into my throat.

  He closed his eyes and put his head back as I sucked on his long shaft. I repeated the process again and again. I felt his dick pulsate in my mouth before he gently pulled it away from me. He lifted me to a standing position and kissed my mouth again. He kissed me hard, biting my bottom lip between his teeth. He pulled me closer with his hand on the back of my head and opened up so he could slip his tongue into my mouth.

  He picked me up and carried me to the bed, tossing me down and quickly pulling off my panties. Cole swiftly climbed on top of me. He kissed my lips, then my neck. His huge, thick body smothered me, and I squirmed under him. He propped up on his hands, and I spread my legs to accept him.

  “Are you sure?” he asked. “Because if you’re not sure, it’s alright.”

  I lifted my hips to meet his. “I’m not sure about a lot of things, but right now, I’m sure about this.”

  His long, thick cock found my entrance, and he pushed forward, filling me in one long thrust. I cried out at the feeling of him stretching my pussy gloriously. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his ass to pull him closer to me.

  Cole stayed inside me for a moment before pulling back out. He pushed his cock back inside me again and started to fuck me nice and slow. I got wetter and wetter with each thrust, and I dug my nails into his muscled back.

  Cole fucked me hard with his throbbing cock, and I embraced every thrust. He reached up and slid his hand under my bra, pushing it over my plump tits. He played with my nipple for a moment before I leaned up slightly so he could unclasp the back, which he did quickly. Cole’s massive hand took control of my breasts, kneading them into submission. My nipples were hard under his fingertips, and he squeezed them until I yelped in pleasure.

  He took one nipple into his mouth while he continued to massage the other breast with his fingers. He sucked and pulled half of my breast into his mouth and used his tongue to lap my erect nipple. A warm sensation crept up from my groin into my abdomen.

  Cole’s mouth left my nipples, and he began to thrust hard again. He must have felt how wet I was because he fucked me slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of his cock. I lifted my hips with each thrust, grinding against his balls, causing the feeling of ecstasy to build. I closed my eyes and moaned.

  “Are you going to come for me?” Cole asked me.

  “Yes, I’m coming now!”

  He allowed me to rock against his cock as I came hard. He grabbed my waist and pushed his cock even deeper inside me. My pussy juices flowed over his dick and down my thighs as I groaned in pure delight.

  Once my orgasm subsided, Cole pulled out of me and told me to turn over and get on my hands and knees. I obeyed, and he knelt behind me and positioned himself at my entrance once again.

  He slid into my aching pussy hard. He pushed in deep before pulling his cock out and thrusting it in again. Harder and harder, he fucked me. He grabbed my long hair and pulled it until my head was leaned back. I looked him as he fucked me from behind.

  His body slapped against my ass with each thrust. He let go of my hair and pushed my head down to the bed so that my ass was in the air. He fucked me good and long. I felt his cock begin to pulsate more and more with each thrust.

  I started to feel an orgasm building again. I pushed against him and met him thrust for thrust, feeling the pleasure reaching a crescendo inside me. Cole sensed it.

  “I want you to come again, with me this time,” he said in a deep, husky tone.

  “I’m coming now,” I groaned as an orgasm began to rock through my body. I felt his cock throb against my pussy walls at the same time, and with one last hard thrust, Cole shot his seed into my wetness. He yelled in ecstasy.

  My body shook with the contraction of orgasm, and I went limp under him. My muscles were still sore from the car wreck, and I was weak from coming hard, twice. But it was so good.

  Cole pulled out of me and carefully turned me over. He was breathing hard and laid down beside me. He pulled me to him and held me in his arms. I cuddled into his massive, warm embrace. We stayed that way, without speaking, until we both drifted off into a deep sleep.

  That night, I dreamed of the two men from my flashback earlier that day. I saw them clearly in my dream. The toothless man was tall and lanky. The other man was burly with a long, scraggly beard. They were doing something, but I couldn’t see what. I moved closer to get a better look.

  I put something to my eye. A lens? Binoculars? The men seemed to be closer now. I saw them holding a rolled-up carpet. Everything around them was white.

  Snap. Snap. Snap. I heard the clicking sounds of what seemed to be a camera. Suddenly the tall, skinny man looked right at me.

  I started to run...

  I awoke with a start. I looked around the room and recognized the resort’s guest room. Cole was still next to me, breathing deeply. I was relieved to see him and snuggled against him again.

  I remembered my dream. Who were those men? What were they doing? I tried to find meaning in the dream but was too tired. I drifted off and didn’t dream at all.

  Cole

  I woke early to find Stormy already awake. She was still lying in my arms, and when I stirred, she looked up at me. At first, I felt a pang of guilt, like I’d taken advantage of her. But at the same time, I was comfortable and felt unexpectedly happy. I pulled Stormy closer to me and kissed her lips.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  A slow smile spread on her face as she looked at me sleepily. “Morning, handsome.”

  I didn’t want to get up but remembered I’d left Bella alone all night. She was probably pissed. “I have to go let Bella out. She’s probably so mad at me,” I told Stormy. “Do you want to come to the cabin with me? I’ll make some coffee.”

  “Poor Bella,” she said, sticking her lower lip out as if pouting. “Coffee sounds great.”

  “Sorry it’s so early,” I told her. “You can stay in bed and meet me later, if you want.”

  “No, I’m an early riser,” she informed me. She frowned and tilted her head. “I don’t know how I know that, but getting up at this time feels right to me.”

  “I get up early, too. Always have. Even when I don’t have to,” I said, smiling. I never wanted to miss a mountain sunrise.

  We got dressed and went outside. The weather was cold, and small snow flurries fell from the sky. The sun was just coming up over the mountain tops.

  “The sunrise is beautiful!” Stormy exclaimed.

  “Yeah, it is,” I agreed.

  We drove to my cabin. On
the way, I passed my mom’s house and Brad’s cabin. He was outside on his porch, drinking coffee and watching the sunrise like he did every morning. I honked at him as I drove by, and he put up his hand in return.

  “Looks like Brad’s gonna know about us,” I said, more to myself.

  Stormy glanced at me. “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Nope,” I answered immediately. “Everyone always knows my business around here anyway.”

  And it wasn’t a big deal, especially with Brad. He knew me too well and would see through any lie I tried to tell anyway.

  “I’m sure Angela told him about our dinner. And my truck was gone all night. So, he already knows,” I added matter-of-factly.

  Stormy smiled at me. She truly was beautiful. It felt good to have the company, too. I just hoped I wasn’t repeating a past mistake by getting too close to her. Part of me told myself to stop while I was still ahead. But I wasn’t sure if that was really possible anymore.

  I pulled up to my cabin and climbed out. I hurried around to help Stormy out of the truck. Her smile told me she appreciated the gesture. I rushed to the front door and opened it, and Bella scurried out. She was so happy to see me and yipped loudly.

  “Bella, I’m so sorry I didn’t come home last night.” I dropped to a knee and apologized to my dog. She wagged her tail and licked my hand. She ran to Stormy, licked her hand, then bounded into the yard to handle business.

  “It looks like she likes you,” I told Stormy after Bella returned and wiggled her butt and danced around her.

  “I like her, too,” Stormy said, squatting down to greet Bella, giggling as she tried to lick her to death.