Page 9 of If He Wanted To, He Wood

“Okay, why are they leaving in the new year? They are all incredibly hot and I’m jealous of you, but I’m also so happy because I can’t imagine how amazing this must be for your sex life,” she says.

“I think they’ll check my sex list off by the new year if I’m lucky. I need to tell you something, and if you think I’m off my rocker, that’s fine, but don’t tell anyone else.”

“You are my best friend, I’m not going to think you’re crazy, so spill and I’ll keep your secret forever.”

“I went to the Christmas tree lot, and when I stumbled to the very back, they were there.”

“As in sexy lumbersnacks?” her eyebrows wiggle.

“No. More like, they were trees, and then they shifted into men and took me right there in the lot,” I press my lips together waiting for her response.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit. I mean, it obviously happened because they’re here, but damn girl!”

“It’s a curse or something? If I decide to keep them, I plant them in the back yard, and if our feelings are true after eleven months, we’ll be together,” I tell her the rest.

“You know I’m here either way. They seem to have a good vibe, doing chores for you and caring about your needs. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you finally got your windows ready for winter, and I know it wasn’t you.”

“Could be worse. Spend the rest of my life with that shitbag cheater or wait eleven months for this relationship.”

“Solid point. Okay, let’s go chill.”

We move to the living room to watch TV and I consider what I'll do without them. I take out my phone to Google something, laughing as I realize it exists and order three of them.

I ask Liz to stay for lunch and chat about the things the guys have done in their short time here. She talks about her family Christmas coming up. This year I don’t have pangs of jealously over her having someone to spend the holidays with. The guys come in from the garage and we work together to make lunch, I think about last year when I was alone for the holidays. Despite the tough time, I'll have more than enough company this year.

“So, you all will keep my girl warm during the holidays this year? I’m glad. I always worry about her when I go,” Liz states. She grabs her coat and smiles at them.

“Girl, I love your guts. I’m going to miss you, but you know I’ll be back here in the new year for our Monday dates. I’ll message you and FaceTime you,” she gives me the biggest hug,

“I love you so much, Liz. Thank you for being the best friend a girl could ask for,” I whisper into her ear before she leaves.

I walk to the kitchen, the dishes are done. Forrest and Bruce both walk past me to the garage, and I wonder how much cleaning they have to do out there? I didn’t think it was that bad.

I wander to the living room and see Ash on the couch watching my favourite movie. I curl up next to him, laying my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around me, enveloping me in his sandalwood scent.

Twelve

Forrest

Bruce and I come back to the garage. We organized the hell out of it earlier. We each found a different piece of wood. Knowing we don’t have the cash to buy her anything for Christmas, we each decided we would make her something using things we’ve found outside and in the garage. I’ve decided to make her a wooden birdhouse, using tree bark as the roof and the sides of the house. The irony isn’t lost on me.

“Do you think she’ll notice the tree themed gifts?” Bruce asks me.

“She would have to. I don’t think it changes anything and it can’t hurt the rules. It’s not like I know how to knit or something. We won’t even know if we broke the curse until next December,” I tell him. I don’t look forward to that part. It is painful, but it would break my heart if she took us back to the lot.

“I don’t think she’ll take us back. I don’t know for sure, but I see the way she gazes at Ash and the way she stares at you,” he says. I know he doesn’t notice the way her eyes crawl over his tall stature and beard.

“She looks at you the same way. You just don’t notice it. I want to make her holiday the best she’s ever had. I don’t care if she doesn’t take us. She deserves to be taken care of for once.”

I sand unique pieces for the birdhouse and I watch as he whittles a piece of a log into a shape. It always amazed me when we were last humans, how he could turn things into amazing art pieces.

An hour passes and I tidy up what I’ve been working on, knowing I have been avoiding her to an extent to keep my heart safe, but I need to be soaking up every minute we have with her.

As we both walk into the house, a Christmas movie is playing again in the living room. Taking off our coats, we pad into the room to find her on Ash’s lap. He’s holding her perfect ass and she grinds against his sweatpant covered hard cock. Tasha’s eyes are filled with lust, her mouth parts open as she continues to grind against him, while she maintains eye contact with me. She moans against the friction, which makes my dick hard. I don’t know how long they have been playing, but seeing her so close to the fucking edge sends desire from my vision to my hardening cock.

She bucks against Ash as he raises his hips to make more contact between her legs. His hands run up her back to press her firmly against him as her hips move and I can hear him bite out a moan. I watch as he strips her, and shucks off his pants. Ash sits and twirls his fingers telling her to turn around. She sits, impaling herself on his hardness, her eyes flying open in surprise, and she begins to ride him.

I’m on my knees before them without thinking, needing to taste her, I push her back towards Ash and he lifts his legs, so it spreads her open for me. As I watch his cock slide in and out of her wetness, I kiss and bite the inside of her thighs, stroking the pad of my thumb around her clit. When I hear her moans become muffled, I move my eyes up to see her taking Bruce’s cock in her mouth. I return to the task at hand, teasing her until I can’t wait anymore and latching onto her clit.

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