“Makes me happy to hear. You ready to eat?”
“Yeah, I am. There’s beer in the fridge, if you want one. I’d have one, but, meds and beer probably wouldn’t be the best combination.” Tyson stays standing, waiting for me to take my seat. As soon as I realize what he’s doing, I scurry to sit down. I watch as he ambles to the fridge and pulls out a beer for himself and a bottle of water for me before coming back to sit with me.
“Figured water might be more your speed tonight. Next time, we’ll go do something, pack a cooler full of food and drinks, see what we can get into. Might have to happen at the farm. The horses would love to have someone new to look at. Dancer and Cupid are probably tired of seeing my mug. Just watch your pockets. If you have treats, they’ll eat your jacket off you to get to them.” I love how we spend our dinner, both of us eating, Tyson happy as a clam with my beef stew, telling me about his day and me telling him about the new books that were delivered to the library today, something I had no clue about. The only sign on the package said it was from an anonymous sender. It’s been happening once a month. “I’m not complaining by any means, but I’d love to send a thank-you card.”
“Count your blessings, then. Maybe someday, you’ll find out who sent them,” is his only response. By the time we’re done chatting and eating, it’s been well over an hour. Tyson helps me clean up the kitchen before we make our way to the couch to watch a movie and relax until Tyson needs to head back to the farm.
Seven
Tyson
I never thought in my thirty-something years I’d be waking up on a couch with Eve’s body plastered against me. Literally, this woman is on top of me, her arms wrapped around my side and her legs tangled with mine. The crick in my neck is worth it to have my woman in my arms. I hate like hell that I need to leave, but the clock on the television is telling me it’s two o’clock in the morning, and if I don’t leave now, I damn sure never will. Managing to slide out from beneath her isn’t an easy task, but I somehow untangle myself from Eve without waking her up.
It doesn’t take me long to turn the television off and make sure her heater is set to keep the house warm long through the night. I should be a gentleman and leave, but I have a feeling that’s not about to happen, not when our bodies could be wrapped up together in a bed.
“Where are you going?” And just like that, I know I’m not going any place tonight.
“Nowhere now.” I make my way back to her. Eve is already standing. Her hand goes to mine, and she leads me to the bedroom. There’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off her tonight.
“Good.” Her room is like the rest of her house, clean and crisp, still inviting with the way she has set it up, but let’s be honest—the only thing I truly care about is Eve.
She drops my hand and takes her cardigan off, leaving her in her top and bottoms.
“I’m telling you now, Eve, I get in bed with you, we’ll be doing a whole lot more than sleeping. That’s why I was heading out the door. I want you to know you and I, we’re way past dating. You need to know you are fucking it for me.”
“I know that, just like you’re it for me.” I pull my shirt over my head, step out of my boots, then wait to see what she does next. I’m shocked speechless when she whips her shirt over her head. There was no goddamn way I was prepared for her to get naked in front of me right this very second. Then I notice she’s wearing something else. “Jesus, woman, how many layers do you have on?”
“I get cold easily.” She’s wearing some white barely-there shirt, practically fucking see-through and so flimsy I could snap the straps off with one tug. Those tits of hers would be in my hands, my mouth blazing a path from her lips to her throat until I have those sweet nipples of hers in my mouth.
“It’s a good thing I can keep you warm, then.” I unbutton my jeans before sitting on the edge of the bed to take my socks off.
“I’ve always been like this. It’s probably the reason I slept so well with you twice now. There’s no telling what the rest of the night might bring.” She drops her pajama pants, leaving her in that good-for-nothing top, which I am not complaining about. It’s the bright red panties she’s wearing that stop me in my tracks.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” She shimmies her ass as she moves the comforter down and crawls inside. I’m one lucky man.
“You don’t have to hope for much, Eve.” I finish taking off my socks, drop my jeans to the floor, which leaves me in my boxer briefs. All while my woman, she doesn’t take her eyes off me the entire time.
“Are you going to get in bed with me or stand there all night? I mean, I do love the view and all, but I’d much rather have you here beside me.” She pats the side of the bed that’s not occupied, and thank goodness my woman owns a queen-size bed. I do her bidding, this time, but once I get in bed with her, it’ll be me doing the work and watching while she takes everything I have to give.
“I’m coming, woman, well, not yet, but soon. Both of us will be,” I grunt, sliding in beside her. I’m barely next to her when she attaches to me like an octopus.
“Tell me something, Tyson. Why after this long did you finally come to the terms that I’m yours?” Her bluntness is refreshing, I’ll say that. My hand glides down the length of her leg, hiking it up over my hip.
“I may have been slow on the uptake, Eve, but that was for both of us. I wanted you settled in Mistletoe, make sure you liked it enough that this would be your forever home. Once I saw how easily you took to town, made it your home, I knew you weren’t leaving. That’s when I staked my claim on you, my sweet Eve.” My hand grabs the globe of her ass, squeezing it before letting it go. I’m gonna have my handprints on that ass, and soon, the best being she’ll be writhing in pleasure when it happens.
“Thank you for that,” Eve says before she slides up and on top of me, her legs on both sides of my hips, her pussy on my cock, two pieces of flimsy fabric keeping me from sliding inside her, planting my seed deep inside, and swelling her stomach with our child. My hands grip her hips, sliding her along the length of my hard cock.
“You ready to be mine completely, Eve?” I ask her because I am not going to be able to take much more of this.
“I think me on your lap, wearing barely any clothes is answer enough, don’t you think?”
“Fuck yes, it is. Come down here, sweetheart.” I crook my finger, and she lowers her body onto mine until she completely covers me. Her lips meet mine. She’s timid at first, until I take over, my hands cupping her cheeks, our hips moving together. I’m frustrated as hell there’s still something between us, because right now, here in this moment, with this intoxicating kiss, a few strokes of my tongue against Eve’s takes me closer to the edge.
“Tyson,” she groans, her pussy rocking on my cock, and I’m done for. There’s no holding back now. I flip her so she’s on her back. “You sure you’re good with this?” My hips grind down on her, letting her know exactly what I mean.