Mountain Man Santa (Naughty and Spice)

Chapter 10

Chapter

Ten

JERRY

S triding out of the office, I walk through the darkened kitchen area, double-checking that everything’s buttoned up for the night. Stacey’s got a couple of to-go boxes in hand, and her cheeks flush as our eyes meet, sex hanging heavy in the air.

“You ready to go, Shortie?” I say softer than usual. Hell, my voice sounds downright tender.

She nods, making her caramel-colored hair bob back and forth. I open the door for her, grabbing the to-go boxes from her, and we step out into the magical quiet of the winter blizzard. Snowflakes swirl around us as I struggle to juggle the boxes and set the alarm. I barely finish it before a big, puffy ball slams into my neck right above my collar, sending a spray of ice down the inside of my coat.

“Did you seriously just—” A snowball clobbers me in the side of the face, bringing my question to a complete halt. “Alright, you’re gonna pay for that!”

Dropping the boxes, I grab a big clump of snow, taking more balls to the head and shoulders. Not only has the woman formed an arsenal of ammo, but she’s got a pretty damn good throwing arm.

“Where the hell did you learn to throw like that?” I growl, wiping another round of powder from my neck and feeling a stream of ice cascade down the side of my ribs.

She laughs, “I was a softball pitcher for the Bobcats.” The Bobcats are Hollister’s high school team.

Launching a white missile at her, she dodges, displaying the expertise that comes with growing up in snow country. I scramble for another ball as she lands more snow in my face, whitewashing me.

Finally, I sink one on her red cheeks. Instead of breaking into a sob and pouting like one of my sisters would, Stacey shakes the snowflakes out of her hair and face, going for more firepower.

“You really are a mischievous elf,” I exclaim, stomping over to her and wrapping my arm around her waist, picking her off the ground and wrestling the ball in her hand away from her. In the struggle, she ends up pressed against my chest, and our eyes meet, sizzling the air between us. I plant one on her sexy pink mouth. I could get used to kissing her whenever I like.

Her cheeks glow, and she wraps her arms around me, parting her juicy lips and drawing me in. I can’t get enough of her taste or the way her flesh sets me on fire. She smells like fresh-baked cookies, and my cock’s already on full alert, ready for another round inside that hot, honeyed pussy.

But not in the middle of a blizzard in a deserted parking lot. Instead, I bring my icy, wet hand to her cheek, stroking her jawline with my pointer finger. “You really are trouble, aren’t you? I had no fucking idea.”

“I am, and you just passed the test.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What test?”

“Having a good sense of humor and ability to be spontaneous. After breaking up with Elliott, I thought a lot about everything I want from a man and a relationship that didn’t happen with Elliott. At the top of the list was stuff like this.”

I push a strand of hair off her cheek, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. It scares the shit out of me. “Honestly, I would’ve never taken you for this kinda girl. But it’s sexy as hell.”

She explains, “Between playing travel softball most of my life and having three pain-in-the-ass brothers, I was more or less a tomboy as a kid.”

“Really?” I shake my head. “No offense, Shortie, but you come off as super feminine and delicate now. That said, after what we did in my office, this playful, rambunctious side of you makes a lot more sense.” I smile sadly, wondering if she knows what she’s doing to me. Much more of this, and I will be incapable of letting her go.

She laughs, cheeks flushing, as she walks back towards the restaurant, snagging the two takeout boxes I dropped during our fight.

“You ready?” she asks, nodding toward my black, rust-colored truck. It’s a classic Chevy with a patina effect and pin striping. Like all classic cars, it’s forever a work in progress and my pride and joy apart from cooking and working out.

Wading through a surprising amount of snow, I grab her arm, leading her to the passenger side of my vehicle. Unlocking and opening the door, I enjoy sliding my big hands around her curvy waist and boosting the babe into my vehicle. I grab her seatbelt, leaning in to buckle it over her.

“You smell good, Jerry,” she says, slightly surprised.

I grumble, “A little better than my normal kitchen grease odor?”

Stacey wrinkles her nose, giggling.

“You keep laughing at me, and I’ll have to punish you again.”

She lifts her chin defiantly. “What, more spanks?”

Leaning towards her, I capture her sweet mouth, feeling flames of desire lick the thin sliver of cold air between our bodies. In low tones, I whisper, “You always were a fast learner, Shortie.”

Sliding my hand behind her back, I don’t stop until I cup a handful of her soft, ample ass in my hand. Grabbing her right hand, I press it into my firm rod.

Her breath catches in her throat, and I frown, narrowing my eyes. “Whatever you awakened in me, Shortie, you should’ve thought twice about. I’m not like Elliott, and I’m not letting you off the hook. I’m a fucking brute. Crude, rude, and selfish as hell when I find what I want in this world, which isn’t often. But I promise, once we’ve worked through that naughty list I mentioned earlier, you’re gonna want this as much as I do.”

Closing the distance, I dive into her mouth, laying my claim. My hand comes up to the back of her head, and she presses so tightly against me that my lips hurt. Seizing her thick bottom lip between my teeth, I bite it lightly, drawing a moan from her, before sucking it between my lips and drawing slowly back.

Her eyes dilate, and her cheeks flush. In the light of the truck interior, the pulse point jumps in her neck, filling me with satisfaction. Drawing close to her ear, I whisper, “Wait ’til I get my tongue in your cunt.”

She strangles the breath in her throat, asking, “Do you always have to be so crude?”

“It’s called dirty talk, and by the time I’m done with you, the mere sound of my voice will make you throb for me.” I slide my hand from her ass to the juncture between her legs, squeezing possessively.

Stacey may claim she doesn’t like me talking this way. But the flush of her cheeks, the desire in her eyes, and how her plump lips invitingly part tell me everything I need to know.