Page 11 of Christmas of Convenience

A wave of heat rises from my toes, and I slip behind her panties, pressing two fingers into her folds as I watch her mouth open and her sweet brown eyes close.

“Oh no,” I hold the back of her neck as I thrust into her soaking slit, “open those eyes. Look at me.”

The sky is so black, it may as well be midnight, and the world is quiet. I wonder how long this thing lasts, or how long it’ll take animals to come out of their dens and hunt. Last year, we had a bear on the loose up here and she wasn’t playing around. I’m not sure I’d want her sneaking up behind me. Thenagain, right now I’d take that over letting go of Jen’s body even for a second.

My fingers dig deeper into her soft, wet pussy, and though I’ve never been this man in my life, I’m fully supportive of every decision he makes from here on out.

Her hips press up against my jeans and she scrubs herself against me with need. “I should tell you something.”

The darkness begins to shift, and light begins to filter back through the clouds as I thrust into her faster and deeper, scrubbing with a come-hither motion as I lean into her ear. “Anything. You want me to slow down?”

“No.” She blinks up at me, swallowing hard before she says, “I’m a virgin.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The sky bends back to white, and the snow that had been heavily falling now slows. Birds sing and the quiet we’d been surrounded by is suddenly loud.

Maybe it’s my brain, because currently, it’s going haywire.She’s a virgin. A tight, sweet, innocent, little virgin.

Why does everything inside of me want to take her even harder now?

“You okay? We don’t have to stop, I just thought you should know why I’m about to suck at all this.”

I don’t want to stop. I want to bend her over and fuck that tight, little core until she’s writhing in pleasure and I’ve filled her with babies, but that’s not reality. The reality is that she’s hired me to do a job. And though I wish that job was to take her virginity, it’s not.

I smile and lean into her neck, nibbling gently as I pull from within her and lick my fingers clean. “You couldn’t suck at this if you tried, but we should get you to that party while the weather is clear.”

Bending down, I pick her phone up out of the snowbank, wipe it off on my jeans, and hand it back to her before closing the truck door.

The eclipse is over, and I have a feeling it ended just in time.

Chapter Five

Jen

If I were going to remember today as anything special, you’d think it would be the full solar eclipse on Christmas Eve. Instead, it’s going down as the day that I let a random man finger me.

Wow. You’re a real class act, Jen. I’m pretty sure this was also in the pamphlets Heather hands out in school.

I need to lay off the romance novels. This isn’t a book. This is real life, and real life means weird interactions, that lead to weird conversations, that lead to more awkwardness.

“You ever think of teaching in a different school?”

My brows narrow as I turn toward him. “What? No. Why?”

He readjusts in the seat, watching the road as he plows down the center. I can’t believe he had that big hand inside of me. My clit throbs again as I recall the way his heavy breath felt on my skin as he thrust inside.

“No reason, just… I know we have a teacher shortage here and if you were ever looking to relocate, we’d love to have you.”

My heart warms at the thought. Maybe he is a little interested. “Really? I mean, a move up here would be fun, but my family is all in Kansas and I’d miss Heather.”

“You could visit, and who knows, maybe Heather wants to come up here too. Like I said, we really need teachers.” Maybe that last bit was his way of cleaning up his invitation. He wantsme to know that the invite is platonic, just like the fingering apparently. I probably ruined it by telling him I’m a virgin.

I’ve read a lot about how men are intimidated by a virgin. Apparently, it’s a lot of pressure. Then, there’s the guy that’s annoyed the virgin won’t know what she’s doing, but I don’t peg Sam as that type, though I could be wrong. I don’t really know him. We’ve had one afternoon together and a few awkward phone calls. That’s hardly enough to make sense of a person.

With the plow down on his truck, we turn onto the main road. It’s a little western town with brick buildings and small shops of every variety. A grocery store, a barber shop, a bar, a pharmacy, a pizza shop, a little candle store, and a tattoo shop that takes residence at the start of the street. Every window is decorated with a Christmas scene, which all looks to be based onA Charlie Brown Christmas.

One window is the scene with the scraggly, little Christmas tree and the heavy red bulb. Another is of Lucy selling psychological advice. This place is adorable, and I could definitely see myself grabbing coffee at that little shop on my way to school in the morning. Maybe a move would be good for me and good for Heather too. She lost her family last year and I know she’s been feeling a little stuck in her life lately.

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