Page 7 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

In the morning, I get out of bed and make enough coffee for all of us, grabbing cereal for breakfast. I don’t have to work until eleven. I spend most of the morning showing them how to use my laptop, work the television and show them where everything is. I lay out the tools to cover the windows in plastic, I think it’s the only chore I currently have other than a few bookshelves to put together.

“It’s ok if you don’t want to, I’ve put it off so long. I usually have help but my ex decided he’d fuck someone else instead. There are instructions on how to do it.”

“Have a great day at work. This is what we are here for,” Ash says as he kisses my forehead. Leaving them to it, I walk out the door for work.

While I’m at work I find it impossible to focus, but I do my best. Holidays are an easier time to create activities for the elderly. Soon I’ll be on vacation, I save it all year round for the holidays. Most people take summers but I prefer my winter break.

On my way home I think about Christmas, and how I'm excited about spending it with people who enjoy the holidays. I’m glad I don’t have to share the time with family. The bunch of jerks live across the country and hate the holidays more than anything. I don’t know where I get my love for this time of year. They don’t want me to come and that’s fine by me because I wouldn’t know how to introduce all three guys yet and I don’t know what will happen between all of us.

As I arrive home, the plastic on the front windows is the first thing I notice. Gratitude flows through me. I have always had to nag Edward, and then end up doing it myself. The walkway has been shoveled, and salted, along with the driveway and the thoughtfulness makes my eyes tear up a little. People in general don’t think of me. Liz always thinks of me, but she’s my best friend and soulmate, so I guess I expect it from her but never anyone else. These guys don’t know me, and they are doing things for me. I wonder if it’s only to break the curse, but I know that can’t be right because it has to be true.

I walk into the house, the warmth surrounding me. Taking off my coat, I enter the kitchen to the smell of potatoes and spices, they cooked dinner.

Ten

Bruce

We spend the day figuring out the plastic for the windows. It’s important for us to show Tasha we are serious. I used to help my parents with the plastic in the past, so I don’t think it should be that difficult for us. Forrest worked on the bookshelves and now we don’t know what to do for the rest of the week.

With no money or transportation, we brainstormed creative Christmas gift ideas for her. When I opened the fridge door, I saw ground beef and vegetables and decide to make Shepard’s pie for dinner. Ash spends the afternoon on the computer telling us everything we’ve missed in the last twenty years, but we figure we’ll save the other twenty for the rest of the week. Forrest spent the rest of the afternoon outside shoveling the driveway and walkway. He has spent a lot of time outdoors and I felt a pull to go out several times, but I stayed inside to prepare dinner.

When she walks in the door, her hair coming down from her messy bun, her smile tugs at my heart and the way her eyes widen at our work makes my day.

“How was your day?” I ask her.

“It was good, busy. You guys did great today and thank you for shoveling for me. I hate how sore it makes me,” she responds. As she walks into the kitchen, she checks what I’m cooking and I can’t help but notice that she is wearing a Christmas sweater and large gingerbread earrings.

“Do you work with children?” I question as I clean up the dishes from cooking.

“I work with the elderly. They love it when I dress up. The second bedroom closet is stocked to the gills with costumes. I'm working this week and then off until the first, so you won't miss me much.”

She goes to change into comfortable clothes, I pile plates with Shepards pie and put them on the table. When she returns, she is wearing leggings that curve over her perfect ass and a comfy looking sweater. My dick hardens thinking of watching her ass last night when I was fucking her. Her big sweater slips off her shoulder and reveals no bra strap and I'm tempted to take her away from the dinner table, yet I remain composed as she talks to Ash and Forrest.

After dinner, Ash does the dishes and we watch a Christmas movie in the living room. Forrest leaves halfway through to sit outside. There is a porch off the kitchen and although it’s covered, it’s gotta be chilly out there. Tasha moves into my lap, and I stroke her hair, feeling her melt against me. I think it’s incredibly crazy how my feelings have grown already.

“I have tomorrow off, but I work Tuesday until Saturday. I’m going to go see if Forrest is alright, thank you for all the work you’ve done for me today.”

Without another word, she grabs the blanket from the couch and walks out the patio door. She’s gone before I can say anything. I side eye Ash and he shrugs his shoulders.

“He’s not getting used to everything, but maybe he just needs time, I’m zonked from today, goodnight.”

I sit on the couch to finish the movie alone, as he walks to the second bedroom to go to sleep.

Eleven

Tasha

As I stand on the porch, I pull the blanket around my shoulders. Forrest has said little to me since I got home and his mouth has been extra frowny tonight. I’m glad the porch is covered from the snow but it’s still brisk out here, I walk over to the wooden bench he's sitting on and nestle beside him. His gaze moves from the sky to my face and his arm curls around me, pulling me closer to his hard, warm body. He smells like laundry soap and a hint of cedar, and I let out a contented sigh as I lay my head on his chest.

“Are you doing okay? I’m worried that you’re outside all alone,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry darling. I’ve felt odd being inside. Ironically, I connect best with nature. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he says quietly as his hand ventures down my side.

“What can I do to help? You didn’t come join us last night, but I saw you watching.”

It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, having his eyes track over me while he watched me sucking his friend’s dick and being fucked. His eyes consuming my every orgasm, the memory makes my core ache and crave his girthy dick.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come, I can’t help but watch. I’m so attracted to every inch of you, but I also love to watch,” his voice is husky. He leans down to kiss my lips. I lean into his kiss with an urgency and he pulls me to straddle his lap.

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