Mountain Man Santa (Naughty and Spice)

Chapter 9

Chapter

Nine

STACEY

T he room falls silent except for our heavy breathing. I try to screw my head back on straight, asking, “What did we just do?” I shake my head for emphasis, staring at his handsome face.

He squeezes me possessively, answering, “We just did what we’re gonna do all night long, Stace. You’re coming to my cabin with me. No complaints, no regrets, no fucking hesitations. I don’t want to hear another word outta your mouth about Elliott or any other guy in this goddamn town. I’ve waited long enough. Now, you’re all mine.” His cock remains buried to the hilt inside of me, and my honey drenches his abs and upper legs.

“But it’s not that?—”

“It is that fucking simple,” he interrupts impatiently, thrusting his hips towards me to deepen the penetration, drawing another cry of pleasure from me. “I guarantee, once I get my head between your legs, you won’t complain one bit.”

I smack his shoulder, my cheeks warming. “You’re so crude.”

A shit-eating grin covers his face. “I’ll be the crudest man on the face of the fucking Earth if it brings you pleasure.” His eyes narrow, and he adds, “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a dude go down on you before.”

I shrug.

“You’re twenty-four, Stacey!” he half scolds, half laughs.

“I’ve only ever been with Elliott.” The ridiculousness of the statement hits me as I remain speared on my boss’s massive rod. Burying my head against his shoulder, I’m stuck between a giggle and a sob.

“What?” he asks. “Why are you laughing?”

I let go of his neck, covering my face with my hands. “I just said that, and you’re still inside of me, Jerry. What kind of girl does that make me?”

“My kinda girl,” he says, caressing my ass with his big, rough hands. “Besides, you told me yourself. This breakup is final, right?”

I nod emphatically.

“Okay, because what we just did puts a big exclamation point on things. I can put up with a lot, Stacey, but never cheating.”

“Of course,” I sigh.

“Now, back to Elliott. I knew he was a stick in the mud. But he seriously never ate you out?”

My cheeks burn. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about my past sex life with you. But if you must know, it was pretty innocent compared to what we just did.”

“Shortie, this is only the beginning.” He grimaces as he lowers me back onto my feet, sliding his large rod reluctantly out of me. I feel instantly empty and needy.

Wrapping me tightly in his arms, he rests his chin on top of my head, and my ear settles on his chest, listening to the tremendous booming sound of his heartbeat. “I know I’m messing up your elf outfit. I’ll pay for the dry cleaner or whatever. You just feel so good in my arms.”

I do feel good in his arms, incredible, in fact. My breath catches in my throat. Could this gruff, rude, bossy cook and I work? What he did to my body moments ago has opened a world of possibilities that I can’t get out of my mind.

But can I really get used to a guy who’s so rough around the edges? He couldn’t be more different than Elliott. To my surprise, though, I find these differences irresistible.

He clears his throat. “I want you dressed and ready to go in fifteen minutes. Your ass is mine tonight…and tomorrow night…and the night after that…as long as this blizzard lasts. Hell, I hope it goes on for a damn week because when we get back to my place, we’re making a naughty list. And then, we’re gonna mark off everything on it. You understand?”

“A naughty list? You’ve lost your mind, Jerry,” I exclaim, shaking my head.

“No, I haven’t. But I’m gonna make sure you lose yours over and over again.”

“You’re so dirty.” I smack his naked shoulder playfully.

“You have no idea,” he replies, grabbing my hand and bringing my fingers to his mouth. Sensually and playfully, he licks them one at a time as my pulse quickens. He sucks my pointer finger in and out of his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and drawing a soft moan from me. Repeating it with my other fingers, he doesn’t stop until my pulse pounds in my temples, and my heart flutters in my chest.

His face flushes, and his eyes dilate as his skillful tongue licks the spot between my pointer and middle fingers. “I’m gonna devour every single inch of you, Shortie. And then I’m gonna do it again because I can already tell. Not only are you my kinda girl. You’re my kinda taste.”