Page 7 of The Mountain Man's Holiday Mix Up
Our playful banter is more than I expected from our arrangement, but I don’t have time to dwell on how perfect we are together, both in and out of bed, as his strokes become more erratic.
I grip his shoulders tightly as we stare into each other's eyes, the intimacy of the moment not lost on me. With a primal grunt from deep inside, he fills me with his cum, triggering my own orgasm.
“That was amazing.” I sag against the mattress as my body begins to wind down from its high.
“That it definitely was.” Wayan pulls out of my body, leaving me feeling empty, and slips out of bed.
My first concern is that now that we’ve had sex, he’s leaving. But my worry disappears when he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth and begins to clean me up. The gentle motion is so soothing that I drift into sleep, but not before feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around me and hold me close as I fall asleep.
eight
Wayan
It’s been three dayssince I’ve seen Fern. Keeping our relationship casual isn't working for me, so I sought her out at the bridal shop today.
“Hey, Wayan. What brings you to the bridal shop today?” The smirk on Laurel’s face tells me everything I need to know —Laurel either knows about our relationship or has an idea about what we’re doing.
“I thought I would stop by and see Fern. You know, check if she had any matches for me.” Which would be difficult since I still haven’t turned in my paperwork with my likes and dislikes.
“Sure.” The way she says sure puts me on alert, making me wonder if she’ll let me pass to go to Fern’s office. “She isn’t here today. She got her period and needed to stay home.” She watches my expression, and I try to keep it neutral, but damn if I’m not disappointed that Fern got her period and isn’t pregnant with our child, even though I know she’s on birth control. “I probably shouldn’t have told you about her personal issue, but I thought you might want to know.”
Now I’m sure Laurel knows what’s going on between her sister and me. “Actually, she mentioned that it can get pretty bad and that she’s on birth control to help regulate it.”
“Chocolate, potato chips, and anything else salty, sweet, and greasy,” Laurel says.
“Excuse me?” now she’s got me confused.
“And maybe a new heating pad. That’s what Fern needs to get her through this.” When I don’t say anything, she continues. “Run to the store and pick all that up for her, and spend the day with her on her couch, eating junk food and watching Christmas movies.”
Realization hits me, “Okay. Thanks, Laurel.” I rush out of the dress shop with a plan in place, thanks to Laurel.
“Remember this when you become my brother-in-law," she calls after me.
At least I’ve got someone on my side as I try to win Fern’s heart.
***
An hour later, my arms are loaded with grocery bags full of seven different kinds of chocolate, eight different bags of chips, and two heating pads because I couldn’t decide which one she might like, so I bought both.
I ring her doorbell and wait patiently. It doesn’t take long for her to answer, “Wayan, what are you doing here?” Happiness shines in her eyes before it’s replaced with doubt. “If you’re here for sex, I’m on my period, and even though the experts say having sex when you’re on your period is good to relieve the pain of the cramps, I’m not sure I want to deal with all the blood. But I suppose I could give you a blow job if you want.” She looks so adorable standing there wearing my t-shirt that I conveniently forgot the other day, sweatpants, with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She certainly doesn’t look like the put-together, professional I’ve come to know. I think I like this Fern better.
“I’m not here for sex or a blow job.” I hold the bags up. “I ran into your sister, Laurel, and she said you might need some reinforcements.”
Her eyes light up again when she notices the bags of chips sticking out of the sacks. “You brought me snacks?” she asks. When I nod, she invites me inside. “I can’t believe you bought all these snacks,” she says as we walk to her kitchen. “I was going to load up for this month, but I had hoped...” She trails off, and I wonder if she had hoped she was pregnant from our one encounter, just like I had.
“What did you hope for?” Our eyes lock, and I can see the longing hiding there.
“It’s nothing, really.” She turns away first, focusing her attention on what’s inside the grocery bags. “Wow, you really went all out. I could kiss you for bringing me all this.” As soon as the words escape her mouth, we both freeze. Kissing is against the rules of our contract. She recovers first, “It’s just a figure of speech. What I meant to say is thank you, Wayan. This is very kind of you.”
“Grab some of your favorite snacks, and I’ll meet you on the couch in five minutes for our movie marathon.”
“You’re going to stay and watch movies with me?” The vulnerability in her voice makes me long to protect her.
“Yes, I am. Now go get on the couch while I change into something more comfortable.” I pull a pair of gray sweatpants out of one of the bags and head to her bathroom to change, since I know how much she likes it when I wear gray sweatpants.
nine
Fern
