by Tory Baker
“Can I at least have a kiss before I go in and make us some breakfast?” I move closer to where he’s standing. His hand comes out to entwine with mine. He drops the axe to the ground, moving both hands to cup my cheeks as he lays a kiss on me. It’s hot, sweet, and everything I needed.
“Will that hold you over for another thirty minutes or so?” Tyson asks when our kiss is over.
“Yep, that’ll do. Thank you, Tyson. I know it would be easier to load up and go to your place, but I have to say, I’m loving having you all to myself.” I don’t let him respond. I turn on my heel and scurry back into the house. It might be cold inside, but it’s bitter cold outside right now. Of course, I do this with a smile plastered on my face.
I hear Tyson grumble something about spanking my ass as red as my cheeks are now. A shiver goes down my body when I think about his big and rough hands doing just that. It has me ready to jump him the minute he comes back inside.
Nine
Tyson
I didn’t expect for Eve to come running out in this weather wearing nothing but my flannel, a pair of some sort of sweats, and her boots. Those tits of hers bouncing with every movement. It took all I had to keep my hands off her body or to not haul her ass inside and take her against the first wall her body met. I knew that if we were going to stay here tonight, we’d need wood. I should have known yesterday. I should have taken the time to get it done instead of lying on the couch and basking in her presence, but that need was too deep to pull me away from her.
It doesn’t take me long to get us a nice little reserve going. The only bad part is that the wood isn’t as dry as I’d like it, which will make it a bitch to light. Once I get everything done, putting the logs in the garage where the rest of them are placed, I take a look around. My woman may keep an immaculate house, but her garage sure is in shambles. That’s alright though. There’s no doubt about it that my house could use her touch, a log cabin that’s been handed down to me. I’ve only done the remodels in recent years, but there’s definitely no woman’s touch, and it’s for sure not clean. I grab a towel that she has hanging on a hook and wipe myself down wondering if she has a generator to at least take a shower and run something. We probably should pick up and head to the farm. Something is holding me back though. My shoes come off, not wanting to track anything in the house.
“Hi, babe,” Eve says from her place at the gas stove. From the smell permeating, I can tell she’s whipping us up some bacon and eggs.
“Hey, you need any help?” I ask her. She’s somehow shucked her sweatpants and is only wearing my flannel and socks that reach up to her calves.
“I’m good. I started a fire, and we have plenty of food,” she responds while moving around the kitchen.
“That’s good. Have you checked to see what’s going on with the power company?” I need to check the weather myself, probably the farm too, just in case.
“Yeah, there’s no time set. Something about the main line being down. Tyson, honey, if you need to go back to the farm, it’s not a big deal. I can stay here.” My Eve, she has no idea the depth of what I feel for her. That will be getting rectified today.
“Sweetheart, if I leave, you’d be leaving with me, that sexy ass of yours planted right there beside me, my hand gripping your thigh. I don’t want us to be away from one another, ever. Not that that will always be possible because we both work, but I’ll be damned if on my day off you won’t be near. And no, we’re not leaving. We have everything we’ll need. I’ll call and check in, something you should do with your parents as well. My last question, though, do you have a generator and gas?” Eve’s face turns soft. She turns the burners off, moving the pans to the back burners, and walks over to me.
“Okay, we’ll stay here. I already called my parents, and yes, there’s a generator, and gas too. My dad was adamant I have it. Not that I know how to use the dang thing. It also might be buried under some odds and ends.” The shrugging of her shoulders causes my shirt covering her body to slide, letting me see her smooth skin and telling me there isn’t a stitch of clothing beneath it. “Shit,” I growl, not because of the generator; I’ll get that up and running in no time. It’s about keeping my hands off her until shit is working so we have nothing to worry about later on when the snowstorm hits.
“I’m sorry. I probably should have found an apartment in town, but I wanted to have some kind of nature surrounding me.”
“Not what I’m growling about. I know you’re sore after earlier. Also know I need to eat breakfast, get the generator up and running, grab a shower, and check in with the farm. When all I really want to do is unbutton my shirt you’re wearing, unwrapping my very own snow angel, and slide inside you.” My cock is rock hard at the memory of that visual I had only hours ago.
“I’m sore, but not that sore,” is the only thing she says. I have to laugh because out of everything I had to tell her, that’s all she responds to. This woman, she was made for me, body, mind, and soul.
“You’re gonna have to hold that thought. Is breakfast ready?” I ask to redirect this conversation, or nothing will get done.
“Just about. I have a few more pieces of bacon to fry, but it can wait so we can eat together. Then I’ll help you out in the garage. I know it’s a train wreck.” I kiss her forehead, bringing her closer, needing to feel her in my arms. She slides right in, no other care in the world but to be here in my arms.
“It’s not too bad. There’s still that little issue of me spanking your ass red though.” She giggles against my chest.
“I can’t wait till that happens. The best part is, you think it might be punishment, but I guarantee you it’s not. The thought of it only makes me want it more, you know.” Her voice is muffled against my chest, but I hear her loud and clear.
“Good to know, Eve. Really good to know. How about we eat, then you lead me to the generator, I’ll get it back-fed to the panel, and we’ll turn things on as we need them?”
“We can do that, but that last part is total gibberish to me, so carry on.” I bend down, my lips finding hers, taking a kiss from her before we really start our day.
“I’ll get us ready. Come on, temptress, let’s eat.”
“Alright, if we must,” she grumbles, but does it with a smile. I can’t help but think I’d love nothing more than to eat her, but food will do for now.
Ten
Eve
“I swear the cord is in here somewhere,” I tell Tyson as I move around the garage. He’s already found the generator and gas cans that my dad filled for me at the beginning of the month. The only thing I didn’t have any idea of where it was, is the blasted cord.
“Get your ass in the house, woman, before you get frostbite on your tits and ass.” He catered to me prancing around in here the entire time. Tyson knew my game before the fun even started. Instead, I lean up on the tips of my toes, reaching for something that may or may not house this cord we’re looking for. My fun stops when I feel two hands slap the undersides of my cheeks. “Oh God,” I moan out. The truth of the matter is, I’ve been aching for him since breakfast.
“Not gonna tell you again. I know you want me. I also know you need a bath. I can see how tender your pussy is from the show you’re giving me. And I found the cord already.” He squeezes the globes of my cheeks, soft at first, then a bit harder, and I let out a purr.
“Fine, but will you at least get in with me?” I spin around. Tyson’s hands move from my ass to my hips, taking his flannel shirt I’m wearing with him. My bottom half is on full display for him. He could be looking at that more than anything. Instead, he’s gazing into my eyes. Tyson is everything a girl could ever dream of having, and I’m the one he chose.
“I might be able to work something out with that. Now, get inside and get the fire roaring. That way, we’re not using all of our gas for everything. We’ll more than likely be sleeping in the living room tonight to keep warm. It won’t take long to get this going. You can make a pallet for us, maybe warm up
the leftover stew for lunch, or if you have anything that’ll be easy to heat up for dinner. The way the clouds are starting to build, it may not hit tonight; it’ll probably be sooner.” Tyson’s lips meet mine when he’s done talking and not so much telling but stating what I know needs to get done. I savor his flavor on my tongue, knowing full well he’s not going to give me what we both need and want until everything is set up. Still, I hook my arms around his shoulders, my leg over his hip, trying to get him to give in to temptation.
“Sweetheart, you’re enough of a siren to have me taking you out here in the cold, but, Eve, it’s not happening.” Tyson steps away, his warmth leaving me.
“Fine.” I cross my arms over my breasts. My nipples are hard and aroused. I swear one sweep of his tongue across them, and I’d be coming like a hairpin trigger.
“You know it’s not because I don’t want to. Go start the bath, there should be some hot water in the tank. Then I’ll be inside to help you in any way possible.”
“I’ll be holding you to it.” I leave him reluctantly. Before heading to the bathroom though, I grab the blankets and pillows we will need for tonight before the sun sets faster with the impending storm. I throw everything on the couch, stopping when I hear Tyson cuss before the generator kicks in, and that’s when I make tracks to the bathroom. I really hope he does join me in the tub. If not, maybe I’ll convince him to take a shower while I’m soaking. The best part about this place is that there’s a huge garden tub plus a free standing shower. Today it might just come in handy.
Eleven
Tyson
After I got the generator fired up and the electrical panel back-fed, it was enough to turn a few things on at once. Two of them being the well and the hot water heater. By the time I walked into the house, my Eve was already in the tub. She tried to sway me with those soulful eyes of hers to join her in the tub. I knew full well there was no way the two of us would fit, not with my six-foot-four-inch frame, even with it being an oversized tub. It did give me an idea of what I want to do at the farm when she’s with me full time.
My thoughts were lost on what I was going to do when my Eve decided to surprise me in the shower, not that I complained, not at all. Especially when she dropped to her knees in front of me, hair slicked back from her bath, body glistening with water raining down her body. Eve’s hands traveled from my thighs all the way to my hard cock, both hands stroking my length up and down, those eyes of hers never leaving mine, even when her mouth engulfed my length. This woman must have been brought to me by angels. Not only is she everything I’ve ever wanted, my woman had no problem sucking me down all the way to the back of her throat without gagging. The sensation was unreal and had me coming in what seemed like moments later. That didn’t stop me from picking her up after I got mine. This time, I used my mouth on her; her pussy was still red and swollen, so there was no way she was taking my cock, but she sure took my tongue.
Now, we’re lying on the pallet she made on the floor, so many blankets I don’t even know where she found them, along with pillows and throw pillows. We did away with clothes, not that she’d be needing them very much, anyway. Even though I told Eve it wouldn’t be happening for a while, there’s no way I can take much more without sinking inside her cunt.
Her head is on my chest while I’m playing with the damp tendrils, running my fingers through her long hair. We’re talking, but it’s not about much, just this and that. What our future plans look like, how many kids we’d like. She’d have four or five; I’d like two or three. Running a Christmas tree farm is a full-time job, even during the summer. Not to mention, Eve mentioned she’d like to maintain her job as the town librarian.
“So, you’re good with three, then?” Eve asks.
“I’m good with whatever your body can handle. I’m a big man, Eve, our children could be like me. It might make it hard for you to carry them full term. My mom had that issue. She swore after me, she was done. Though, she was in labor for twenty-two hours, so that could have had something to do with it. You want three, though, so we’ll start with three, and if we feel we can add more to our broad, then we will. How does that sound?” I counter. Eve’s head tips up to look at my face.
“That sounds perfect, absolutely perfect.” I kiss her lips, not quite ready to take this further. I want to get to know her even more than I already do. Shit, practically stalking her isn’t fully knowing Eve.
“How bad do you think the snowstorm is going to be?” she asks, mischievousness in her tone.
“Probably will drop about four or five feet of snow, then who knows how long it’ll take to thaw or the snowplow to clean the streets. Why? Are you getting tired of me already?” I joke with her.
“Never, but you and me, the Christmas tree, a roaring fire, and lying here with you, it’s practically heaven. I don’t want it to ever end.” She shifts her naked body, throwing her leg over my thigh, opening her pussy against my leg, and fuck, she’s wet, so fucking wet.
“It won’t ever end, this I promise you, sweetheart. Now, are you tempting me again? I saw your sweet cunt, Eve. It’s not ready. I take you raw again right now, I won’t be able to do it later, and, baby, I’m going to need you to keep us both warm tonight.” My voice is deep, desire seeping through it.
“Ugh, I hate waiting. It’s not fair.” She rolls over onto her back, taking the blanket with her. Eve’s tits are uncovered, giving me all kinds of ideas.
“The wait will be worth it. Now, quit showing off your body, unless you want that ass spanked. Think I could get you off that way?” I’m on my side, a hand propping up my head. My fingertips slowly circling her pebbled nipples.
“I bet I could come with you doing that to me alone.” Her legs shift back and forth, trying to find friction to help get her there.
“Stop,” I order. Her legs fall flat to the makeshift mattress.
“I’m not impressed, Tyson Black, not one freaking bit,” she pouts.
“I know you’re not, Eve Stevenson,” I throw her last name back at her, hating that she doesn’t have mine yet, something I’ll be rectifying, and fast. Shit, the fact of the matter is, I have her ring; it’s back at the farm. The moment I saw her, I knew she’d be mine one way or the other. If I’d had to carry her out of the library, I would have. Luckily, she came to me, in a manner of speaking.
“I’ll make it worth it though.” My lips meet hers, and we make out like we’re teenagers for a good long while, until I can’t take it any longer and slide inside her, not leaving until my cum is planted deep inside her womb. That’s how we spend our evening, keeping the fire roaring when needed in between our lovemaking. This snowstorm will be one I keep saved in my memory bank forever.
Twelve
Eve
If I wasn’t pregnant after the first night Tyson and I were together, I definitely am now. We did nothing but laze around, make love, and eat. That’s about it. There was no going outside or opening the garage door to run the generator, and I have to say that after two days, we definitely need showers, and to probably see something other than the inside of the cabin.
“Rise and shine, lazy bones. I hear the snowplow and big trucks. I say we clean up around here, pack up, and head to the farm. Are you good with that?” Tyson asks. I’m awake, well, kind of. It takes me a bit to open my eyes and be fully awake, especially with the lack of sleep, not that I’m complaining because I am definitely not.
“Does that mean a hot shower and hot food? I mean, this has been fun and all, but I miss them,” I smart back, a smile spreading across my face.
“Yeah, hot stuff, it does. Come on. I’ll help you clean this up, then you can pack a bag. It’s Christmas Eve, and I want you at my place tonight. That okay with you?”
“Yep, I don’t go over to my parents’ house until the evening. What about your parents?”
“They usually come over to my place and I cook. If you want to invite your parents, you’re more than welcome to. We always have more food than we can eat,” T
yson offers.
I’m up and rolling out of the bed. He’s standing, already dressed, his flannel I commandeered many times back on his body, along with the rest of his clothing, down to his boots. My knees are on the pallet, and if he weren’t ready to head out, I’d show him how thankful I am for his invitation.
“I’m sure they’d welcome the change. It’s usually me who ends up cooking. Let me get packed and call my parents, and if they’re good with that, I’ll bring the food I was going to cook and drop it off at the soup kitchen in town, or should we see if Carol needs it?” I know Mistletoe has an open door when it comes to people in need of a hot meal, and there’s no way I would want this to go to waste when it could be helping someone out. Carol is the town caterer, and I have to say, whenever she brings me over a sneak peak of what’s on her menu, it’s guaranteed to melt in your mouth. If only I could bake like she does. She’s also one of those few friends you keep in your inner circle. She and Krissy are one of a kind when it comes to friends. When this crazy storm has settled down and the holidays aren’t taking up every bit of their time, I’m going to insist on a girls’ night, even if it’s just at home.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you do that.” Tyson helps me stand up. His lips meet mine, soft and quick. We both know if it goes any further, we’ll never leave, and we have things to do.