“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,” Tyson 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.
“Alright, you go do your thing. This won’t take me long in here, promise.” I’m already picking up throw pillows, placing them on the couch, grabbing the blankets that we used and carrying them into the laundry room. I’ll wash them when I come back home. There’s no reason to start it now and get stuck here even longer to wait till they’re finished washing. After that, I clean up the mess in the kitchen. Since the power’s on, we have running water and lights, so I go through the task of cleaning up the kitchen, loading the dishwasher, and wiping down the counters. The bulk of the mess was in the main living area. Once I’m done, I’m trying to figure out where Tyson is so he doesn’t sneak in when I’m packing and figures out what I bought him for Christmas.
“Hey, are you good out here? Need help?” I ask, opening the door to the garage. My man is working away, winding up the cord, putting it in its place it should have been the entire time. What can I say? This is not my area of expertise. I don’t even park in the garage, mainly because it’s never clean.
“Nope, just putting things away in the right place. Remind me after Christmas to haul you up more wood, the stuff I chopped did in a pinch, but it’s still too wet.” Tyson lost his flannel along the way, his cotton shirt showing off the way his forearms flex and pull.
“I can do that. I only need about ten more minutes until I’m ready. Does that give you enough time?”
“Oh yeah, I’ll load the food up if you put it out here on the table.” Tyson nods towards a table he must have unearthed when he was working on the generator.
“Not a problem.” I leave the door open even though it’s letting in the cool and crisp air. It takes me a few trips of setting down the ham, casserole fixings, and desserts.
“Damn, woman, you’re as bad as I am with that heaping of food,” the man of my hopes and dreams says.
“Well, good, at least we both know a way to your heart,” I tease.
“Eve, my sweet, sweet Eve, you’ve had my heart since the day you stepped into town. I was just waiting on you to catch up.”
“Oh.” I have nothing else to say because he melted my heart with those words.