Page 5 of Sugarplummed By the Mountain Man
“Hope you like potato soup.” He nods toward the bowls.
“What’s not to like about creamy carbs? If you can’t tell from my large butt, I’m partial to them.”
His eyebrow arches. “Well, if that’s what made it so perfect, then I’ll be sure to cook nothing else while you’re here.”
I shovel a spoonful of soup into my mouth to keep from smiling, but it does nothing to quell the butterflies rioting in my stomach from his words.
“So can I ask why you’re spending Christmas with your friends? Do you not have any family either?”
His question is the equivalent of a bucket of ice water being dumped on me. As much as I’d rather not talk about my parents, it’s only fair given what he’s shared about his mom. “Let’s just say my parents and I don’t see eye to eye on anything. I spent Thanksgiving with them, and that was enough family time to last me for at least another year. They’ve never been the warm, supportive type. I was something to cross off their list of accomplishments in life, and once that was done they saw me as a hindrance more than anything.”
The spoon, which was halfway to his mouth when I started, falls back into his bowl. He shakes his head. “I’m sorry that’s the relationship you have with them. I may not have gotten as long as I would’ve liked with Ma, but she more than made up for it with the time we did have together. I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have a close relationship with one’s parents.”
I shrug. “I long ago accepted I would never be close to my parents. Becca and Everlee have been amazing at filling any familial void up to this point, and hopefully I’ll have my own family one day.”
Hopefully, it’s one day real soon.
Chapter Six
Thane
After we finish dinner, I ask Anya if she’d like to watch a movie. I’m not nearly ready to let her retreat behind a closed door for the night. As much as I was perturbed at having my peace interrupted, I’m now immensely enjoying getting to know this woman who has me thinking things which have never been on my radar before now.
Things like what it would be like to have this all the time. What would it be like to share moments with her throughout the day, to have someone to bounce ideas off of and laugh with? Someone who not only excites my mind but has my body humming as well.
The pull I felt toward her when she first showed up has only become stronger, and I’m positive the attraction is not one-sided. There’s no mistaking the heat in her eyes when she thinks I’m not looking. If I’m not mistaken, I do believe Christmas hascome early for me this year in the form of a tantalizing woman who is going to bring me to my knees if I’m not careful.
I let her pick from the many Christmas movies playing on every channel, and she choosesElf, one I’ve not seen before. It’s a ridiculous show about a man who thinks he’s an elf, but what can you expect from a movie with Will Ferrell in it? She giggles the entire way through the movie, and I would watch it a million times over to hear the sound again and again.
She makes me choose the next one and I findBad Santa,loving how her cheeks get pink at the raunchy parts. About two-thirds of the way through, she gets quiet, and I find she’s fallen asleep sitting upright with her head cocked at an awkward angle. If she stays this way, she’ll have a sore neck tomorrow.
Watching her as she sleeps, like the creeper I am, I debate what to do. I could carry her to bed, but that seems a bit forward. I could wake her up, but if she’s anything like me, it’ll take her forever to fall back asleep. Finally, I decide to just ease her down onto the couch so she can sleep there. It’s a fairly comfortable place to sleep if you’re lying down.
I place a pillow against the armrest and then slide my arms around her shoulders to maneuver her onto the cushions, moving as gently as possible to keep from waking her. Then, I swing her legs up so she’s lying flat. I can’t resist letting my hands linger on her soft calves, which I can easily feel through her leggings. Reluctantly, I pull away to grab the blanket draped on the back of the couch and tuck it around her plush body.
I’m leaning over her, covering her shoulders, when those dark blue eyes pop open. They meet mine, holding me mesmerized.
“You fell asleep. I didn’t want you to get a kink in your neck,” I whisper, afraid to speak too loudly and break the moment.
“So sweet,” she murmurs.
The corner of her mouth tips up, and her right hand slides out from beneath the blanket. It lands on my cheek, and her fingersthread through the whiskers there. Her thumb sweeps across my lips, and my heart races, my blood boiling from the simple touch.
“So soft,” she adds.
When she doesn’t remove the digit, I can’t help but give in to temptation, wrapping my lips around it. I run my tongue along its length before sucking, mimicking what I’m dying to do to those mouthwatering tits of hers. She inhales sharply, her nostrils flaring, eyes hooding. She might as well be waving a red flag at the bull because it has the same effect on me.
I reach up, pulling her hand from my face, entwining our fingers as I close the gap between us. I swear, fireworks explode as our lips meet. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Her other hand comes up to tangle in my hair, holding me in place. My ass drops onto the couch next to her hip. I’ve never been more thankful for the massive size of the piece of furniture than I am right at this moment. Our tongues tangle as my cock hardens to steel at her soft whimpers.
I’m savoring every second and sensation of what is the most explosive kiss I’ve ever had, when I lose her hand in my hair and she pulls her other from where it’s entangled with mine. Disappointment runs through me at the thought she’s going to push me away. Instead, her hands slide beneath my shirt, sending sparks along my skin. She shoves at the material, pushing it up, and elation now runs through me.
Fisting the fabric behind my neck, I pull the shirt off. My eyes widen when the material clears and I see she’s upright, doing the same to her sweater. I groan when those plump tits encased in pink lace appear.
Merry fucking Christmas to me.
But she doesn’t stop there. It appears she’s as eager as I am because she drops the sweater and reaches behind her, unclasping her bra. It joins the sweater on the floor as my mouthwaters at the rosy, peaked nipples now on display. I lean in, capturing one between my lips, flicking my tongue over it.
