Pining For You (Man of the Month Club)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

ROSEMARY

The sun is beginning to lower, and with it the temperature begins to drop. “Are you okay? Getting cold?” Alexi asks.

“Yeah. I’m really sorry. Again.”

“Hold still, I’m going to come down.”

“I’m not climbing down this tree.” I warn him.

“No. Me neither. I’m just coming down one branch to sit with you. Our body heat can at least come each other warm.”

The pines shake as Alexi moves. The dog below starts barking up at us again. He doesn’t trust Alexi’s judgement on this either. He’s bark is more than likely telling him to sit his ass down before he breaks his neck. My heart is racing because we’re up so high and the branches could break or he could lose his footing. It didn’t seem like we climbed that many steps on the ladder. Then again, I wasn’t exactly in sound mind when I did it. Pure adrenaline and fear got up this tree, and it’s going to keep there.

Any fear of this branch breaking is gone when I feel the warmth of Alexi’s body against mine. Comfort washes over me. I sink into his embrace.

“You’re so warm.” I sigh. “You feel incredible.”

He does. His body is larger than mine, solid, yet soft and comfortable. He wraps around me perfectly. But then he speaks.

“Just call me Google. Because I’m everything you’ve been searching for.”

Then, for whatever reason, I turn my head and kiss him. He stiffens beneath my lips. Holding his breath and not moving a muscle. I part my lips enough to suck his top one. Alexi’s body presses against mine more firmly, caging me tightly against the tree. His tongue swipes out in search of mine. I eagerly greet his with mine, and his goes deeper into my mouth. Not sure if it’s a rush from being up this high, physically on the edge, or all the pent-up energy and banter, but this kiss isn’t like one I’ve ever had before. It’s amazing.

His cock presses against my ass. I want him to press it harder against me. I’m greedy and want to feel all of him, but fear of plummeting to my death keeps me from turning around and sitting on his lap. Alexi pants out my name, “Rosemary.”

My back arches into him as one of his hands comes to pinch my breast through my clothing. I need more. Alexi does as well by the feel of his cock begging against me.

“Are we about to have sex in a tree?” I breathe against him. The sun is beginning to set and it’s borderline romantic. Only borderline because this isn’t comfortable.

The dog begins barking causing alarm bells to ring through my lusty haze. “What if there’s a wolf down there? Is he barking at a coyote? A bear? Bears climb trees, you know.”

Alexi places his palm over my mouth. “Shush. You hear that?”

Relief washes over me. It’s voices. Human voices are approaching.

“Mary! Mary!”

Alexi looks down. “Are you Mary?”

“You said she was a sheep dog, right?”

“Looks like it, why?”

I shrug. “Well, Mary had a little lamb. Makes sense. Unless there’s some other poor soul out here lost or stuck in a tree.”

The dog, who we assume is Mary, begins barking. The relief is evident in the voices as they get closer. “Mary!” Two men, a woman, and two little kids come into view.

“Help! Help!” Alexi, Mary, and I all bark out.

What I can see now is a little girl point up at us in delight. “That’s why she didn’t come home! She was on a rescue mission!”

In my humble opinion, Mary could’ve made it a more effective rescue mission by going and getting help. Like Lassie. But I guess she knew her family would come searching for her and find us that way. I’ll just focus on being grateful that we’re being rescued.

“Good job Mary Puppins!”

What did that little boy just say? Alexi is holding back his laugh at my facial expression of the little boy now petting the dog and congratulating her on her first rescue mission.

“Mary Puppins. Cute. Like Mary Poppins but our Mary doesn’t have a flying umbrella that would’ve been really convenient right about now.” I tell Alexi.

“But I bet our Mary does have a lamb.” He winks.

The men place the ladder against the tree and hold it firmly in place. Alexi climbs from around me and gets on the ladder first. Once he is there, he waits and helps me to steady my feet on the top step. Slowly, he guides us both down.

“How’d you kids get stuck up there? And why?” The older gentleman asks.

The children’s mother speaks before I do reminding us to give the PG version. “Remember little ears are listening.”

I’ve been judged for a lot of things but being a pervert hasn’t been one of them. Do we look like the type who get off on trespassing and fornicating up in a tree? We did do that. But it wasn’t the originally plan. We’re spontaneous but that’s not our kink. “A friend of mine assured me we could chop a tree down for our hotel.”

The other man narrows his eyes. “Why were you both in the tree?”

“Yes, but you could’ve come to the front door.” The first man places his hands in his overall pockets. “I’d helped you get the tree. You two could’ve gotten hurt out here.”

Feeling silly, I nod in agreement. “I know. And I should’ve. We got stuck because… ” How do I tell them what happened? How does one even explain that ridiculous story.

Alexi does. He clearly has no issue with telling it, and actually seems eager to relive the tale. “Funny story. Rosemary was petrified of our dear Mary Puppins here. She came to warn us that it’s a bad idea to climb up this massive tree with no help and alone while carrying sharp and deathly objects. Because, hey, while only leave falling as you’re only way to die. Throw in some sharp objects, too. So while she thought a ravage beast was coming for her, she went up instead of the truck to call for help or drive away and get help. In her state of fear, her survival mode kicked in and she pushed the ladder away so the dog couldn’t climb it.”

“Mary Puppins? Did you scare the nice lady?” The little boy asks.

Yes, she did. I don’t say my answer out loud, but I do give Mary a pointed look. His sister smiles at us.

“I don’t think that’s what happened.” We all turn our attention to her. “I think she wanted to be up in the tree with you.”

Alexi beams at the little girl. Oh no. This isn’t good. “You know what,” his voice thoughtful, “I think you’re right.”

God help me. I’ll never live this down. The little boy is grinning wildly now. “What’s your names?”

“Rosemary. And this is Alexi.”

The two kids look at one another and then in unison begin singing, “Rosemary and Alexi sittin’ in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

Alexi elbows me and the smug smile of satisfaction on his face has my knuckles turning white ready to punch him. “They’re not wrong,” he whispers.