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

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

AARON

It’s a miracle we managed to decorate the tree in between all the fucking great sex we’ve been having. If I’m not at the shop or helping Meg with last minute bakery deliveries, we’ve been naked. Or partially naked, like we are right now with Meg in a skirt bent over the back of my couch, her panties on the floor.

“My mom will be here soon,” she says in a giggle over her shoulder, her gaze unapologetically on my erect cock.

It’s also a good thing Christmas Eve dinner is fully cooked and keeping warm in the oven. I don’t want to get on Kendra’s bad side after all the effort I’ve made to be someone she’d approve of for her daughter.

“I’m a mechanic, Meg. Don’t you think I know how to shift gears when necessary?” I line my cock at her entrance and lean forward. I reach around her waist to find her button.

“You just compared my cookie to a transmission, and yet, it’s somehow turning me on.” She groans, as though it’s annoying. But secretly, I know she loves it.

“It’ll always be a cookie. My cookie.” To prove my point, I crouch down and drag my tongue through her folds once, tempted to change course. Tonight, after dinner is over and we’re alone again, I’ll feast on her pussy. But right now, my cock has been throbbing with want all day, needing to be inside her. To claim her again.

In one quick motion, I’m back on my feet and plunged inside her.

Meg lifts up on tiptoe as she lets out the cutest fucking series of high-pitched moans. I play her clit like a fiddle as I pound into her pussy from behind. She comes apart quickly, convulsing on my dick. Giving me permission to drain my cock inside her now that she’s come first.

“God, I’m glad we got that tree decorated,” she groans over the back of the couch, wearing a sated smile.

“Why don’t you put on some Christmas music while I clean up? Laptop’s hooked up to Bluetooth.”

I grab a fast shower, already plotting for Meg to join me next time. As I’m getting dressed, I realize I don’t hear any Christmas music. Weird. I thought I charged my laptop. Maybe the Bluetooth speaker is dead.

But when I step out into the living room, I’m met with Meg’s narrowed gaze. She looks as pissed as I’ve ever seen her.

“What is this ?” She spins the laptop around, revealing an email from Benson Motorsports.

“It’s a job offer,” I answer honestly.

She folds her arms over her chest. Unshed tears are shiny in her eyes. “Were you going to tell me you were leaving before or after Christmas?”

“Meg, it’s not what you think.”

“That’s what they always say.”

I don’t care for the way she lumps me in with some unknown group of assholes.

“I thought I could trust you.”

“Trust me? You don’t even trust yourself, Meg. If you did, you’d tell your mom the truth. You’d be as excited to share your plans for the online bakery with her as you were with me.”

“ This is why you’re my fake boyfriend and not my real one.”

“Should I come back, or?” Kendra stands in the doorway holding a covered baking dish and a couple of gift bags looped over her arms, looking as uncomfortable as I suddenly feel. I forgot that I gave her the code for the exterior door and told her to let herself in.

“Are you happy ?” Meg hisses as she pushes past me then Kendra. “You’ve ruined Christmas.”

I rub a hand into the back of my neck, wondering how, after days of things being great, I managed to fuck everything up in only a few minutes. “I should go after her,” I say to Kendra.

“Yes, you should,” she says, setting the baking dish on the kitchen counter and gift bags on the floor. “But let me talk to her first, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

She pats my arm fondly. “I’m Team Aaron too. Just so you know.”

I give Kendra a few minutes head start, hoping like hell that when this night is over, Meg will still be Team Aaron . Because I feel like I might need a fucking Christmas miracle to fix this now.