I walk towards her, dropping into a squatting position in front of her. “Eve, I’ll go get it. You close your eyes for a few minutes, let the medicine run its course, then maybe you’ll feel up to helping string the lights?” The way I’m crouching means we’re at eye level. As much as I want to kiss her right now, that won’t be happening, not while she feels this way. Instead, I place a soft kiss on her forehead, reluctantly pull away, and head to the garage. The sooner this tree is up, the faster I can sit with her and let her rest on me instead of a pillow.
On my way to the door, I stop by the kitchen to check on dinner so Eve won’t have to. The biscuits are in the warming tray in the oven. The smell of her beef stew when I open the lid, it makes my stomach growl. This woman, she’s fucking amazing. Though, I don’t know what I’m going to do with her sometimes. She’ll be a handful, there’s no doubt about that. I have a pretty good feeling my palm is going to feel her ass quite a bit, especially now that I’m in her garage and see her dismal pile of wood she has stored for the winter season. I shake my head, knowing I’ll be coming back to this. Hell, she’ll be lucky if I don’t cart that sexy ass of hers to my place after tonight.
The tree stand is nowhere in plain view, so I do some meandering, finding a few odds and ends, some yard tools, before I spot it in between a folding lawn chair and what looks like leftover soil from who knows when. I dust it off while in the garage so I won’t bring something in that will bother Eve more, but boy am I good and pissed. There’s no way she should barely have any firewood. This is Montana, for Christ’s sake; we could get bad weather any time of the year, and who the hell knows how long power will be out or when someone would even be able to get to her place if we had snow, and no one can get through here unless they have a snowplow.
I shake my head as I walk back inside. When I go to check on Eve, she’s passed out with her head tipped back and a blanket pulled up to her neck. There’s no way that can be comfortable. I place the tree stand in the corner, a spot that’s right next to the fireplace, and make my way back to her. She’s in a pair of soft pajama pants and a form-fitting shirt with some kind of sweater. I move her until she’s lying down, placing her feet up on the couch. Eve does this soft little hum when she settles in, and I’m finding that all these little nuances do nothing but make me want to hear them over and over again. I kiss her forehead, then I get to setting up my woman’s tree, lights and all. This way, she can do the fun stuff without having to bother about the monotonous shit like stringing lights on a tree that’s ridiculously taller than her. I bet she would have stood on a chair to do this, and all on her own too, damn independent streak a mile wide.
Eve only moved to Mistletoe a year ago when she got the job as the town librarian. Before that, she lived in another town. Hell, the minute she stepped into town, I clocked her, but she wasn’t ready, and neither was I. Now, both of us are, and I’m ready for whatever life has in store for us.
Six
Eve
I wake up to a tree already put in the corner where I made room, lights twinkling, and I’m warmer than I was. I start to think that maybe Tyson has the fireplace roaring, but the scent surrounding me is definitely not that of fire. No, it’s more of a crisp smell, mixed with my favorite scent, that of a fir and pine.
My head turns, my face burrowing into Tyson. He somehow didn’t wake me up when he laid down beside me. Not only that, I’m practically on top of him, and that had to be the best sleep I’ve ever had.
“You sleep well, my Eve?” When he talks to me like that, his voice low, husky, with that hint of sexiness, it does nothing but make me need that orgasm he deprived me of earlier today.
“The best. I should probably go check on dinner though.” I start to move out of his arms, but he tightens his hold on me.
“It’s in the warmer beside the biscuits. Took care of that before I grabbed a nap with you. Gotta say, sweetheart, having your body pressed against mine was something else. Feeling all these curves, knowing that they’re mine. I see a lot more of this in our future.” He tips my chin up, letting me know what he wants even though I’m looking into his eyes.
“Thank you. There are so many things I’m thankful for, but you taking care of me, Tyson, it means more than you’ll ever know. I liked waking up in your arms too, and the tree. Oh, my goodness, it’s beautiful. I could have never done what you have with the lights. They twinkle and everything. Did I even have those lights?”
“You have nothing to thank me for. I wanted to do it. And sweetheart, there isn’t much I’ll do that I don’t want to.” His hand, rough from years of working on the farm, cups my neck, massaging like he did earlier today. My body relaxes more, a purring noise escapes my mouth, and that’s when I feel Tyson consume me. I’m flipped onto my back, Tyson hovering over me, his body wedged between my thighs. I can feel every inch of his body. He’s firm and hard in all the right places, especially when I hitch my legs over his hips, pressing myself into him.
“Okay.” I lift my head to meet his lips. He grinds down as I lift up. His cock is notched right at my center, and he takes my mouth in an all-consuming kiss, our tongues working together like this isn’t new at all. It feels like this is our thousandth time kissing, that’s how amazing it is.
“You like my mouth on yours, my body sliding on top of yours, sweetheart?” he groans when he slows our kiss.
“Yes, so much.” My hips rock up into his, telling him with my body just how much I enjoy it, knowing that just a few more thrusts will make me fall over the edge.
“Not yet, you’re not. No fucking way. The first time you come for me is going to be in a bed. You and I naked together. It’ll be by my hands first, then my mouth, and only when I know you’re good and worked up will you get my cock,” Tyson states as he pulls away, his warmth leaving my body to help pull me off the couch.
“I think I’m stunned speechless.” Which I really am. Part of me wants to drag him to my bedroom and demand he do all those things he just promised. The other wants to shy away. It’s quite a conundrum.
“No need to be, just speaking the truth, Eve. Now, if you want, we’ll eat some dinner and decorate the tree, then we’ll watch a movie together,” Tyson offers, as if he didn’t just talk about making me come over and over again.
“I’d love that. You don’t have to be at the farm early tonight?” The sun has long since set, and it’s pitch dark outside, but that doesn’t really tell me the time.
“We weren’t asleep that long. It’s only going on seven o’clock. I may be old, but I’m not that old, sweetheart. There’s still plenty of time in the day, not to mention the farm can run itself if need be for a day.”
“Okay, well, that’s good,” I murmur, then make my way into the kitchen, grab the bowls, spoons, and drink glasses. All while Tyson works beside me to get the food out of the oven warmer.
“I’m in no hurry for anything, Eve. Know that, sweetheart." He tells me while we both get things set up to eat.
“Thank you. I promise it’s okay. In fact, I really love what we’re doing right now, and, you know earlier too.” My hair is falling over my face, so I push the strands behind my ear. I probably should have put this tangled mess up in a bun or ponytail, but after my shower I barely had the energy to put clothes on, let alone brush my hair.