Page 164 of How My Neighbour Stole Christmas
After I released her from the pole, we got into my truck and drove back to town. I parked around the corner behind Prancer’s Libations, but instead of going to the bar, we snuck through the alleyway, through some trees, and straight to my backyard where we entered through the kitchen door, ensuring neither Taran nor Cindy would be the wiser. I would have stayed in the barn, but I wanted something more peaceful and soft with her after what we did against that pole—a pole I’ll never look at in the same way anymore.
So we made some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, ate them while sitting on the kitchen counter, and then went up to my room where I slowly peeled off her clothes and moved her over to my bed, running my lips and tongue over every inch of her body until she was panting, begging for me. I languidly fucked her, taking it slow, feeling every second of pleasure roll through the both of us.
“What are you thinking about?” Storee asks, bringing me back to the moment as she draws small circles over my skin.
“You,” I answer as I kiss her forehead.
“Good things or bad things?”
“Good things.” It’s a bit of a lie, but the last thing I need to do is have a needy conversation about where this is all going.
“Oh yeah?” she asks as I caress her ass, loving how goddamn round it is, how it’s more than just a handful. “Tell me more.”
I smirk and kiss the top of her head. “I don’t think I need to inflate your ego any more than it already is. Hell, you already know that you can make me black out with one squeeze of that tight cunt.”
She chuckles. “Oh, the power I have.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a heavy breath. “Some real strong power, that’s for damn sure.”
She chuckles and kisses the underside of my jaw. “Do you think we should have made more of an appearance out in town so people could see us?”
“Nah,” I say as my hand glides over her hip and then back to her ass. “I think they could tell we were headed out tonight. Not to mention I probably would have been all over you if we were in public, which I’m not sure screams Christmas spirit.”
“Feeling someone up in public sure as hell gives me the holly jollies.”
I let out a low laugh. “Yes, but it’s also a G-rated town. We’d be docked points in our Kringle endeavor.”
“Ooo, we can’t have that, especially since we’re so close in the competition standings. A three-point difference. I double-checked with Bob Krampus before we left for the barn.”
“How does Taran feel about that?” I ask.
“Well, this is the first time I’ve been allowed out of the house except for coffee runs in two days, so you tell me how she feels about the competition.”
I chuckle some more. “Who knew she was going to be so involved?”
“I didn’t. I think she and Aunt Cindy had some sort of secret meetingwhen they went to Golden, because ever since they’ve come back, it’s like they’ve kicked it into overdrive. Or at least Taran has. I’m sure if I checked my phone, there’d be a ton of text messages from her asking where I am.”
“What are you going to tell her when you get back to the house?”
“I was thinking about this,” she says as she lifts up on her elbow to stare down at me. The smirk on her lips is fucking sexy, and the way her unkempt hair is tossed to the side reminds me just how much I ran my hands through it only a few moments ago. “How about…you got a flat back at the farm, and because you’re stupid and an idiot, you didn’t have a spare tire. So then we had to wait for someone to help us, but because the only mechanic that could come was returning from helping someone out in the mountains, it was going to take some time.”
“Stupid and an idiot?” I ask, raising one brow.
She chuckles. “Playing the game here. I have to convince her that I want nothing to do with you. Stupid and an idiot would be terms I use.”
“Okay, but just so we’re on the same page, I don’t think the man who just made you come so hard that you shattered beneath him is stupid or an idiot.”
Her fingers dance over my chest hair. “No, that man is magic.”
“Magic, huh?” I say as I drag her on top of me.
“Mm-hmm,” she says as she moves her fingers over my beard. “God, who knew this was where my trip to Kringle was going to take me. I thought I’d be freezing and helping clean an elderly woman’s crevices.”
“Uh, okay. Don’t use that term again.”
She lets out a boisterous laugh.
“Seriously though, I love that we reconnected. Don’t you?”
