Page 4 of The Mountain Man's Holiday Mix Up
“And then, you kept slipping and falling back down on it,” Laurel adds—laughing just as hard as Rue.
“Come on, you two, you know Fern would never do anything like that.”
“Thank you, Clover.” I smile at my youngest sister. “At least one of my sisters is on my side.”
“Well, at least not without a spreadsheet.” Clover’s laughter fills the room along with Rue and Laurel’s.
“Very funny.” I want to be mad at my sisters for all of them finding love and leaving me to my awkward encounter with the sexy mountain man who mistook me for an escort, but I can’t. They deserve all the happiness in the world. “Now, if you’re done laughing at my expense, I’ll be in my office working on the mail-order bride contract.
The very same contract that put me in that awkward position-- who am I kidding, I loved every minute of it. The way he took control, telling me to get on my knees and suck his cock, him making me show him his come on my tongue, and then telling me to swallow, made me feel like I’ve never felt before—I can still feel the weight of him in my mouth.
Closing my eyes, I throw my head against the back of my chair, and press my thighs together, my panties completely soaked with my lust. I’m not going to lie, after our encounter yesterday, I stroked my clit before I went to bed, reliving every moment of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and down my throat. For my first blow job, it was amazing.
“Excuse me.” The sound of a gravelly voice jolts me out of my wicked thoughts, and my eyes fly open. I see my sexy mountain man standing in my office, holding a bouquet of peach-colored roses—my favorite.
“Can I help you?” I look around the room as my heart sinks. I’m sure he’s here with the mail-order bride he no doubt picked out after I left yesterday. I know Aspen planned to leave a file with some options for Wayan to review. Some sweet young thing who would never let a stranger shove his cock down her throat as she moaned in ecstasy two seconds after they met, but there’s no one else in my office but him.
“I wanted to apologize again for what happened yesterday.” The top of his ears turns red, which I’m sure is embarrassment. He’s a virgin just like me, even though he talks like one of the Doms in my romance books, demanding and taking what he wants from the virginal heroine of the story. “I shouldn’t have assumed that you were…” He trails off, clearing his throat. “I never should have made you get on your knees and do that.”
I can’t look away, my heart beating rapidly as the memory of those words has me wanting to kneel in front of him again. “Please, you don’t have to apologize again. It was a total misunderstanding. I’ve already forgotten that it happened.” The snarl on his face and the growl that escapes his lips have me sitting up straight in my chair. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, of course not. It’s just that I haven’t forgotten about yesterday. It’s burned in my memory.” His snarl shifts to a look of longing—one I recognize well because I feel it too.
This is such a wild idea, but last night, as I was touching myself, I thought about having sex with Wayan—not as in a relationship but more like a friends with benefits thing. An urgent need presses at me, urging me to ask him if he'd be willing to be a friend with benefits—just until we find his match, of course. I still haven’t changed my mind, I’m not interested in getting married, but as a twenty-eight-year-old virgin whose sex drive has just kicked in, I need to at least ask Wayan if he would consider my idea.
“I haven’t either. That’s why I was thinking it might take some time to find the perfect match for you, but in the meantime, I thought we could build on what we did yesterday.” Another growl escapes his lips, giving me the courage to keep going. "I was thinking if we set up a friends with benefits kind of thing, where we keep it light and fun, knowing there’s no future, only the moment we’re in, we could continue what we started yesterday. Unless you want to save yourself for the woman you fall in love with and ultimately marry. Even then, we could do what we did yesterday and other things that don’t involve penetration. But I was hoping to at least feel the tip of you a little bit inside of me.”
“Fuck that.” This time, his growl comes out in an angry tone, and I’m afraid I’ve crossed the line.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I crossed the line of professionalism. Forget I ever mentioned the idea.” I’m going to have to come clean with Aspen and tell her what happened with Wayan at his cabin, because there is no way I can work with him and keep my hands to myself, not after having a taste of him.
“No, we’re going to go through with the plan. But if you get the tip, you’re getting the whole cock.” His words cause a new rush of dampness to my panties.
“Oh, okay. I guess we’re going to do this.” I run a hand through my hair, glad that I left it loose today so my natural curls fall over my shoulders and down my back in waves. Wayan must like it too, as his eyes follow the path of my hand through my hair. “We should probably have some rules.” I reach for a blank piece of paper on my desk and print the date and our names at the top, like I’m making a contract. “First rule. No kissing on the mouth or lips.” I glance at him to gauge his mood at my rule. He looks pissed, so I explain my reasoning. “Kissing on the lips and mouth is too personal. It’s meant for love and comfort, not for a temporary hook-up.” I look back at the paper on my desk, unable to maintain eye contact with him, because all I’ve thought about is kissing his lips since yesterday, and write it down. “Number two. No having sex with other people while we’re having sex with each other.”
“No problem there.” He snorts.
“Number three. Once you start dating a potential match, all of this stops. I’m not going to interfere with your chance to find love.” It’s going to be hard enough letting him go once I find him his perfect match, but I can’t keep going like this—once he’s found a match, it wouldn’t be right. I finish writing the rules on the paper before asking, “Anything you want to add to the rules?”
His gaze locks on mine for what feels like forever before he adds, “Are you on birth control?”
“Um, yes. I just started last month to help regulate my periods.” My periods usually have been fine, but over the last few years, the pain and heavy flow have increased. The only good thing is that the pain and heavy flow only last one day, and the rest of my period is over in three days. The birth control seems to be helping, but since it’s only been one month, I’m not sure if this month will be different.
“Okay, good.” He nods, but a sadness flickers in his eyes. “I want to be inside you bare. No condom. Nothing between us.”
“O-okay.” I write it on the paper and squeeze my thighs together at the thought of nothing between us as we make love—I mean, have sex. Nothing about what we’re going to do has to do with love. It’s just two horny people finding relief in each other's arms for a short amount of time. “Anything else you’d like to add?” I write down the last part and wait for his answer.
“When will this contract start?” He nods at the paper on my desk. Good, I’m glad he’s thinking about this as a contract—it will make it easier when we end things.
“As soon as we sign it.” I shrug.
“Ladies first.” He gestures for me to sign the paper.
I sign our makeshift contract with a shaky signature instead of my usual one. My nerves are on high alert at the thought of having this sexy mountain man in my bed, even if only for a little while. “There.” I pass the pen to him, our fingers brushing, sending a spark of desire through my body. He takes the pen and slashes his name on the paper.
Surprisingly, after he places the pen on the desk, he puts the bouquet on the corner of the desk, stands, and walks to the door, leaving me feeling sad and empty inside. What was I thinking? It wasn’t like he was going to sweep everything off my desk so we could have sex on it. Not that he would need to sweep anything off; my desk is clear except for the flowers and the contract.
Speaking of the contract, I should store it somewhere safe. I fold the paper, open the bottom drawer of my desk, pull out my purse, and place the paper inside for safekeeping. I’m just seconds away from regretting our deal when, instead of him opening the door to leave, he locks it and walks back to my desk. But instead of standing in front of my desk, he’s standing behind the desk next to me.
