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

by Crowne, K. C.

  “Cole, we have to get up. It’s Christmas morning,” I reminded him.

  He completely ignored me and kissed my cheek, my lips. My pussy got wet, and my groin ached for his touch. I rolled onto my back, and his hand moved down my shorts and into my panties to find my wet clit. He pushed his fingers into my pussy and circled my throbbing clit with his thumb. He kissed my lips passionately. There was no point in telling him to stop now.

  He was breathing fast. He yanked down my shorts and panties with one quick motion, and before I knew it, he’d pulled down his shorts and rolled on top of me. I opened my legs to let his cock find my pussy.

  He was thick and hard, and he plunged deep into my wet, warm channel. He groaned in my ear as he moved in and out. I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged him to fuck me faster. I moved my body with each thrust of his hard cock.

  He moved his hand under my tank top and found my naked breast. He pushed up my shirt so his mouth could take my nipple. He licked and suckled at my breast while his thrusts became more and more insistent. A deep sensation rushed through my groin and traveled up my abdomen. As he sucked on my breast, my body seized with orgasm. I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts, and my body trembled in response.

  I moaned in delight and arched my back up as I came hard on Cole’s cock. He let me finish coming before he got up on his hands and began to fuck me even faster until he was ready to explode.

  He groaned, and I felt his cock throb inside my pussy. With one last thrust, he let go and lost himself in orgasm. He continued to thrust into me as he came. His body convulsed over mine, and then he went limp on top of me.

  Cole laid on me as he recovered from his orgasm, though he did prop himself up just enough so I could breathe. He was breathing hard in my ear. I felt his quick heartbeat in his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

  He pulled out and rolled to lay beside me as he pulled me to him and kissed me tenderly. We lay together in silence for a bit, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies.

  “We have to get up,” I reminded him. “You have to take the rocking horse to your mom’s house.”

  “Another minute,” he said. “I just want you to myself for one more minute.”

  I wasn't going to argue with him. I’d lay in his bed with him naked all day long without a care in the world. But we couldn’t today. It was Christmas.

  “Merry Christmas,” I told him.

  “Merry Christmas, Lindsay,” he replied, kissing me.

  The minute went by too quickly. We were out of time.

  “Shower with me,” he asked me.

  “Cole, we have to go.”

  “Just a shower,” he swore, chuckling. “We’ll hurry. Promise. I know we need to get going.”

  I eyed him suspiciously but nodded, and he surprised me by lifting me off the bed and carrying me to the bathroom. He put me in the shower and turned on the hot water. We stood in the heat, letting the bathroom steam up.

  Cole lathered up the bar of soap and glided it over my naked skin, cleansing me of the sweat we’d produced during our lovemaking. He shampooed and conditioned my hair. I quickly washed Cole’s naked, toned body. I could have stood in the shower all day with him, but we had to get out.

  Cole dressed quickly and told me to meet him and Bella in the work shed when I was ready. He wanted to wrap up the horse in some paper.

  I put on one of my new dresses, a more casual dress than the green one but still very pretty. As I looked into the mirror, I thought of how lucky I was to have Cole.

  * * *

  I found Cole and Bella in the work shed, and Cole had managed to wrap red wrapping paper to cover the entire three-foot rocking horse.

  “Great job!” I told him, coming into the shed. “I can’t believe you got it all covered. I had my doubts.”

  Cole chuckled. “Me too,” he confessed. “Now, how to get it to my mom’s house without the paper falling off?”

  I helped him carry the burdensome package and place it in the back of his truck. He’d put a wooden board in the bed so the bottom of the horse didn’t get dirty or wet. The three of us climbed into the truck, and we slowly drove the two houses over to Mary Beth’s.

  We parked close to the front porch, and I helped Cole carry the awkward horse inside. We placed it beside the Christmas tree amid the other gifts. I was in awe of all the other brightly wrapped packages under the tree and suddenly felt awful that I had nothing to give these wonderful people who had taken me in and shown me such kindness. I would have to find a way to make it up to them.

  “Whew, that was heavier than I thought it would be,” I told Cole.

  He smiled at me. I giggled. I bet he could have carried it in all by himself if I wasn’t here.

  We’d gotten there just before everyone else had arrived. Cole had also brought a couple of gifts for his nephews: Reid got a new PC game and Bryce a PlayStation game.

  Mary Beth called us in for coffee, and we each grabbed a cup. Of course, the kids wanted to open their presents before we ate breakfast, and the grown-ups conceded after some serious pleading that made me chuckle. The boys were thrilled with the new games from Cole. They also got a variety of other items from their grandma and other uncles. So did Abby. And, of course, Santa had already visited their house, and they had unwrapped tons of presents. The last gift by the tree was the rocking horse. It stood out like a sore thumb, and everyone wanted to know what was under the red paper.

  “Go ahead, Abby. You can open the big red gift,” Cole told her.

  “For me?” she asked.

  “Yes, Abby, it’s for you.”

  “From Unca Cole and Bella?” she asked, grinning. Bella heard her name and padded over and gave Abby a big wet one. Abby giggled in delight.

  “Abby, go and open your gift,” Brad urged his daughter. “Everyone’s waiting.”

  “’Kay,” she replied and waddled over to it. She ripped off the red wrapping paper more quickly than I thought she could. “Wow,” she said, her bright blue eyes as large as saucers when she saw how big it was. “It a horse?”

  “Yes, it’s a horse that you ride, and it rocks. Just for you,” Cole told her, grinning.

  Everyone chuckled at how cute she was. Angela helped her unwrap the rest of the paper, and Abby was bouncing up and down with excitement.

  “Tell Uncle Cole, thank you, Abby. He made this for you,” Angela told her daughter.

  “Thank, Unca Cole,” Abby said to him. “Thank, Bella,” she told Bella, who wagged her tail at her.

  “Hug?” Cole asked his niece. She ran over to hug him briefly and then hugged Bella too.

  “Me ride?” Abby asked Brad.

  Brad picked her up and put her on the horse. Until she got a little bit bigger, someone would have to hold her while she rocked.

  “Thanks, Cole,” Brad said. “It’s really nice. She’ll get tons of use out of this.”

  “Yeah, Cole, it’s beautiful. Thank you so much,” Angela replied, taking a picture of Abby riding and giggling on the horse.

  “Sure. Glad she likes it,” Cole replied.

  Mary Beth announced breakfast was ready a few minutes later. We pulled chairs around the dining room table, and the kids sat in the living room. We helped ourselves to a huge platter of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and toast. Mary Beth must have gotten up at four to make all of this food for a family of ten.

  A family of nine, I corrected myself, but the Hunters really made me feel like I was a part of their family. And I appreciated them very much. I felt extremely lucky to be spending Christmas Day with these wonderful people. And with Cole, who I was falling for, the feelings escalating with each passing day.

  After breakfast, I wanted to thank Mary Beth for having me over on Christmas Day and for breakfast. I went into the kitchen and found her washing the dishes. “Let me help you.”

  “You can dry if you like,” Mary Beth replied, smiling as she handed me a dishtowel.

  “Thanks for having
me over today. And for the meal. For everything, really. I really appreciate your hospitality,” I told her as I dried a plate.

  “Of course, dear. You don’t have to thank me,” she assured me as she handed me another plate. “Are you feeling better? You look a lot better.”

  “Yes, my body is healed. I feel good besides for my memory,” I confessed. “I have Cole to thank for my recovery. He saved my life.”

  “I’m glad he found you. For more reasons than one. I’ve noticed a big difference in Cole the last couple of weeks since he’s been spending time with you,” she told me.

  “Different?” I asked.

  “He’s…happier,” she decided. “I mean, he never seemed unhappy to me. Content, you might say. But now, I can see that he’s happy.”

  Her statement about me making Cole happy took me off guard. I don’t know what I expected her to say. I guess not to open up as she did. But I should have expected it. The entire family had accepted me and opened up to me. Even Cole’s mom.

  And it made me feel guilty.

  “What’s wrong, dear?” Mary Beth asked me when I didn’t speak for a few minutes.

  I hesitated. I didn’t know how to say what I was feeling to Cole’s mother. I dried the cup she’d handed me as I contemplated.

  “You can tell me. Don’t worry. I think that I already know.”

  “I feel guilty about being with Cole when I can’t remember my life,” I confessed. “Please don’t get me wrong. I have very strong feelings for your son. I would never purposely hurt him.”

  “I know that. I think Cole knows that too.”

  “I think he does too,” I agreed. “But that still doesn’t mean he won’t get hurt because of me,” I told her. “And I am really struggling with it. I feel awful.”

  “How do you know things won’t work out between you and Cole?” Mary Beth asked me.

  “I don’t know. Not for sure. I hope more than anything that things work out between us. Something tells me I’ve never felt this way about any man before,” I told Mary Beth.

  I meant every word. I couldn’t imagine having this deep of a connection with anybody else in my life. Love didn’t happen like this every day. You were lucky if you found one true love in a lifetime. Love? Did I love him? I think I did.

  “I believe in love at first sight. I had one love in my life. I’ll never have another. The boys’ father, God bless his soul,” Mary Beth revealed, smiling.

  I smiled too. She was such a lovely lady. Cole was lucky to have her for a mother. “Hearing you say that gives me hope,” I said. “I just wish I could remember so I knew for sure. It’s too hard, not knowing.”

  “Everything will work out how it’s supposed to,” Mary Beth assured me. “I really do believe that.”

  I smiled and hoped she was right.

  “There, we’re all done!” she announced happily. “Time to head down to the resort. We usually spend time with the guests on Christmas Day. The ones who aren’t skiing or off doing something. We get regulars over the holiday season who just enjoy spending time here.”

  “That’s really great,” I replied. “Like an extended family.”

  “That’s exactly what it’s like,” Mary Beth agreed, smiling as she removed her apron.

  Cole wandered into the kitchen and asked if I wanted to go down to the resort for the tree decorating. They set up craft tables in the common room, played Christmas music, and each of the guests made an ornament. Then everyone decorated the trees in front of the resort.

  “We already got the lights on the pine trees. But we need to get the ladder from the maintenance garage to put the stars on the tops and to reach the higher branches with the ornaments. Want to come with me to pick it up?”

  “Sure,” I told him.

  I thanked Mary Beth for talking with me and told her she made me feel a lot better. She smiled and said she’d see us at the resort.

  “What did Mom say to you to make you feel better?” Cole asked me. “Or is it none of my business?”

  I smiled at him. “She said everything works out like it’s supposed to.”

  “Hmm,” Cole replied. “I hope she’s right.”

  “Me too,” I agreed.

  My memory loss and other life stood between Cole and me. And until I got my memory back, it would be like a black rain cloud hanging over our happiness.

  * * *

  Cole and I retrieved the ladder from the maintenance garage and took it to the resort building. He left it on his truck until it was needed so nobody got hurt. Inside, we were greeted by the sound of Christmas tunes playing and children running around the common room, excited about Christmas day.

  Many of the children had small toys with them that Santa had delivered overnight. I was thrilled to watch them run around, playing with airplanes, cars, and trucks. The little girls had dolls. It reminded me of when I was a little girl at Christmas time.

  Wait. Was that a real memory? I clearly could see myself as a little girl unwrapping a present from under the tree. It was a doll, the kind you fed a bottle to and it wet its diaper. I smiled at the memory. Even though I couldn’t see my parents or anyone but a doll in my memory, I was happy to have one.

  Cole caught me smiling to myself. “What?” he asked. “Did you remember something?” He was extremely observant. “It must have been a good memory ‘cause you’re wearing a huge grin.”

  “Yes, it was a good memory. I can see myself as a little girl opening a doll for Christmas,” I told him. “I really liked that doll. Seeing these kids running around with their toys reminded me.”

  “It’s good you’re starting to have small memories like that,” Cole said. “Hopefully, more good memories are on the way.”

  “Thanks, Cole. I hope so too.”

  We joined the others at the craft table, and Cole and I each made an ornament to hang on the pine trees outside. When all the guests had finished creating their ornaments, we trooped outside and took turns hanging our ornaments on the branches.

  After the tree was decorated and lit, much to the oohs and aahs of everyone, the dining room opened a dinner buffet. Guests could come in when they wanted to and eat from the buffet for free today. Cole and I had an early dinner, and after, we sat in the lounge for drinks with Brad and Angela.

  It was a good day, overall. The time passed incredibly fast. As the night wore on, the guests trickled out. Some latecomers came in from the lodge when it closed for the evening, and Harley and Dax showed up, and we stayed to have a Christmas drink with them.

  Brad and Angela said their goodbyes, along with Mary Beth. Soon, even Dax and Harley said they were tired. That left Cole and me in the dining room alone. The night attendant, Clark, stopped in to wish us a Merry Christmas before taking his position behind the front desk.

  Cole asked me if I wanted one more drink before going back to the cabin. I agreed. The last drink made me feel tipsy and flirty. With no one else in the dining room, I scooted close to Cole and grabbed his cock.

  “Lindsay!” Cole exclaimed, surprised I’d do it there. He looked around, sighing with relief when he saw no one.

  “Let’s go,” I told him.

  “Okay,” he agreed, snickering. I felt his cock stiffen under his pants as he leaned in and kissed me.

  “Not here,” I told him, pulling away. He let me go, but I saw that look in his eyes. I gave him a flirty grin and walked toward the door.

  “Wait,” Cole called out to me. I looked back and he motioned for me to come into the kitchen. “I have to get something out of my office.”

  “Okay,” I said, not trying to hide my impatience to get him back to his bedroom.

  He chuckled. “Come this way, so we don’t disturb Clark.” He waved as he led me through the kitchen and out the side door.

  I followed him to a row of doors. He opened one and flicked on the lights of a small room with a desk and two chairs. There was a computer on the desk that had dust on it.

  “What do you use this office for
?” I asked him.

  “I keep work files in here. I do an inventory on my end, which is hardware, lawn care, stuff like that. I use the computer when I need to send emails and stuff.” He laughed. “I hardly spend any time here.”

  “I can tell,” I said, running a finger over the dusty desk. I winked at him and waited for him to do whatever he needed to do in there.

  He closed the door behind me and pushed me onto the desk. He reached behind my back to unzip my dress.

  “Cole!” I said, shocked.

  He just smiled his sly grin. “I couldn’t wait,” he said as he unzipped my dress. “Take it off.”

  Cole

  Lindsay rose and pulled her dress over her head. She stood in my tiny office, wearing only a white lace bra and matching panties. And I wasn’t letting her wear those for long. I reached behind her back and unclasped the bra and watched as Lindsay’s perky, round tits sprang from their enclosure.

  I moaned at the sight of them. “Take off your panties,” I told her and watched as she slowly lowered them and stepped out of them.

  Completely naked, she brazenly stared at me, daring me to fuck her with her sultry gaze. I moved her to the desk and turned her around. I bent her over it and unzipped my pants, pushed down my boxers, and pulled out my cock. I was horny as hell and just needed to fuck Lindsay. I playfully slapped her ass and moved my hard cock in to find her pussy. She seemed tight tonight.

  I used my fingers to part her lush lips. She was dripping wet. I groaned in anticipation of feeling my cock inside her. I pushed my fingers inside her wetness and pulled them back out. I put them in my mouth to taste her pussy juices. Oh my God, she tasted sweet.

  I pushed my throbbing dick into her hole. She grunted in appreciation of my fat cock as I pushed until I was fully sheathed inside her wetness.

  “Oh, Cole,” she cried as I pulled my cock out of her and pushed it back in again. She arched her back and turned her head to look at me. The look in her eyes nearly drove me wild. I quickened the pace of my thrusting, and her eyes rolled back into her head.