The Mechanic’s Secret Santa (Christmas in Alpine Valley #8)

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

MEG

Christmas lights, garland, ornaments, and pine needles are littered all over Aaron’s apartment living room. I’d say we picked out the best tree left in the lot, but truth be told I don’t have much memory of selecting one. Only Aaron paying for it and tossing it over his shoulder without letting go of my hand until we arrived at the shop. Until today, I didn’t realize anyone lived above it.

“Where do we start?” Aaron asks, coming up behind me and wrapping both arms around me. His hot breath on my neck gives me the best shivers.

The couch, recliner, and coffee table are covered in decorations.

“At least we’ve watered the tree.” My words are shaky with anticipation. It doesn’t help that he’s kissing a trail from the back of my ear to my shoulder. My nipples ache for his touch. They want some of that delicious tongue action my pussy experienced last night. “I think we’ve earned a break.”

One hand slips from my stomach, traveling south. His fingertips dip beneath my sweater, teasing the waistband of my leggings. “So, we start in the bedroom.”

“Unless you have a shiny red sports car,” I mumble, gently nudging my ass against him. My eyes widen when I feel the sheer size of him. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man, and never one so…well endowed.

“What’s that?”

“Bedroom it is!”

Aaron slips a hand into my leggings and panties, one finger finding my slit. My legs instantly go limp, and suddenly it’s a struggle to stay upright. I shouldn’t want this so badly. I shouldn’t want the man I’m falling so hard for to fuck me senseless. I know where this leads: straight to heartbreak.

Yet, there’s this nagging feeling in my chest I can’t seem to shake: hope.

Maybe he’ll stay.

Maybe this could work.

“I thought we might start with your first orgasm in here,” Aaron murmurs against my ear.

“First?” The word comes out as a squeak.

“Get to know me better, and you’ll learn I’m a pretty generous man.”

Any attempt at a reply turns into a moan as he slips a finger inside my channel. Since the Christmas lights are in a pile, unplugged, on the couch, I must be seeing stars already. Fuck, how is this possible?

I reach a hand behind my back, fumbling with the top button of his jeans until it unfastens. He doesn’t stop me as I reach my hands down his pants and circle it around his cock. Holy jingle bells that man is packing .

“Fuck, babe. That feels good .”

My pussy isn’t worried about getting split in two. It’s a fucking river between my legs.

I stroke his cock in time to him fingering me, thankful the man is able to keep us both upright because my limbs no longer have any strength. I’m a puddle of pleasure, experiencing the world’s slowest and longest orgasm. How long have I been coming? My god this is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.

Aaron’s slow movements increase in pressure, then speed. The stars turn to fireworks behind my eyelids as I let out moans at an octave I didn’t know I was capable of hitting. I completely come apart.

“There’s nothing sexier than when you come,” he growls against my neck. His teeth ever so gently nip my flesh, making me wonder would I like it if he bit me?

“That was—wow!”

One moment his palm is flat against my pussy, then next I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me into his bedroom. As though I weigh nothing at all. I knew the man had muscles, but damn .

I get the pleasure of watching him undress as I lie on the bed, catching my breath. I don’t know how the hell I can handle another orgasm like that without spontaneously combusting, but damn I want to find out. Especially when his massive cock springs free. My pussy drips with want, desperate to feel him inside me.

Have I ever craved a man this badly?

It’s probably all that pent up sexual energy I’ve been storing, pretending like I didn’t want Aaron. Pretending that I don’t have any feelings for the man. I’m exhausted from putting up all those walls.

“I want you,” I say, pulling off my sweater.

“Do you want me to use protection?” he asks as the last of my clothes end up in a pile at the foot of the bed.

“I’m on the pill. Clean, too.”

“I’m clean,” he says.

A man like Aaron could sleep with any woman he wants, but I just know that he hasn’t been with anyone in a while. It’s as though our souls can already speak to one another. I know I can trust him.

Perhaps that’s the scariest feeling of all.

“Then I don’t want anything between us.”

“Good.” He kneels on the bed, hovering over me with all that glorious hard, muscular nakedness. Apparently Santa thought I was being a good girl this year to gift me such a delicious gift. Or maybe this is what you really get if you’re on the naughty list.

Aaron lowers his body, lining his cock to my sopping wet entrance. He maneuvers his swollen head through my folds, lubricating himself for his initial descent into my depths. My clit is still sensitive from the first never-ending orgasm. I nearly come again just from the friction.

“God you make the cutest fucking sounds,” he says, pressing his length to my slit and pushing inside. Filling me. It’s overwhelming in the best way. It feels like… home . I slide my hands up his broad shoulders and onto his neck, dragging his face down to meet mine until our lips collide.

It’s the hottest make out session I’ve ever experienced. We’re a tangle of arms, legs, and lips as he rocks in and out of me. Our tongues dance together as fingers and palms explore every inch of nakedness they can reach. I lock my ankles around his lower back and cry out his name as his cock manages to sink in deeper.

Aaron presses his forehead against mine, and I lock my gaze with his. “Fake, my ass.” He scoops his hands beneath my ass, lifting my lower half off the bed and pushing in even deeper. Hitting a delicious spot I didn’t even know existed inside me. “You are mine , Meg. The sooner you stop denying that, the sooner we can give what’s happening between us a real fucking chance.”

I couldn’t speak if I wanted to, so I simply nod.

“Good. Glad that’s cleared up.” He kisses me hard. “Now hold on, because it’s about to get rough.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and welcome the way he pummels me into my next orgasm. I cry out a string of curses that might be another language as I completely come apart from the inside out. My fingertips and toes tingle as he stills inside me, letting out a sexy, guttural moan of his own.

It’s the most intimate, sexy thing I’ve ever experienced: Aaron coming inside me.

He collapses on top of me, and I welcome the feeling of our bodies so tangled together. I gently comb my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. He kisses me deeply. Sweetly. Like he means to stay.

And maybe, just maybe, he does.