by Shaw Hart
I’m not sure how long we lay like that before she wakes a second time, stretching and blinking her eyes open. With a yawn, she sits up, and since the fire is starting to die down, I slip out of bed to throw the last of the wood in here on it. I dig a sweater and some wool socks out, pass them to her, and head to the living room. I want to see how bad the snowfall was before I get dressed, braving the weather for more logs.
I make my way to the front door, pull it open, happy when I see it’s still coming down just as hard as last night. Candy won’t be able to leave in this, a fact that has me biting back a smile. When she joins me, standing by my side and poking her head around the door frame, I shift so that she can see around me to the snow still falling outside.
“Jeez! There has to be at least four feet!”
At the same time, our gazes shift to her car, though all that’s visible is the top inch of the roof. She shouldn’t be driving in this weather in that anyways. She needs something with four-wheel drive that can handle these roads. I vow to trade it in for something safer as soon as possible. Better yet, we can just sell it. If she needs to go somewhere, I’ll take her.
I try to brush what blew inside back out before I push the door closed.
“Guess we’ll be snowed in for a while,” I say, trying not to show how pleased I am by the news.
Candy bites her lip, looking back toward the front door. “I’m so sorry, Forrest. I know you weren’t expecting this. I can try to shovel around my car so –”
“No!”
Candy startles at my outburst, so I quickly lower my voice and try again in a more natural tone. I just don’t like the idea of her being on the road in this. She could hurt herself.
“It’s fine. You can stay here as long as you want.”
She studies my face for a second, then cracks a smile.
“You might regret saying that,” she jokes as she turns and heads back to the bedroom.
“I seriously doubt that,” I mumble under my breath as I follow after her, then pull on warmer clothing prior to leading her into the kitchen.
“I’m going to try to start the generator and grab more wood. Make yourself comfortable. When I’m done, we can make breakfast,” I tell her as I tug on my boots.
“Let me help.”
There’s no way she can go out in this. She’d freeze without even making it to the woodshed.
“It’s okay, Candy. I won’t be too long.” She frowns and I step forward, tilting her chin up. “Hey, it really is. I’ll be back in a flash.”
She smiles and I can’t resist leaning down, watching her green eyes darken before they fall closed just as mine do and I touch my lips to hers. They’re soft, supple, and she gasps when I run my tongue along the seam, giving me the opening I need to lick inside her mouth, tasting her. Her tongue moves to softly brush against mine and I moan, pulling her into me. Her hands tangle in my hair and I wish there weren’t so many layers separating us.
A song starts to play and I wonder if I’m hearing angels until I realize it’s not a harp but the theme from Jaws. I pull away regretfully and she stares up at me with a dazed expression as she runs her fingers across her swollen lips. I groan, wanting to capture them in another kiss but the music starts again, jerking her into the present.
I watch as she spins and grabs her cell off of the kitchen table.
“Hello, Mother.”
I watch as she talks to her mom, not liking the grim look that crosses her face. I know she said she didn’t like her family, and after speaking to her sister it’s not hard to understand why, I just hate how her inner light dims whenever she mentions them. Her eyes catch mine and I point outside, indicating I’m going to do what we talked about. She nods, missing that bright glow that was there just a second ago.
I fight my way through the waist-high snow to the woodshed. I need to figure out a way to get that happy look back on my Candy’s face. My mind visualizes us cuddled on the couch, making out, and I agree that has merit. If the snow keeps coming, I should have at least another twenty-four hours to prove to Candy she belongs here with me. She let me kiss her so that has to be a good sign, right? Maybe she can feel this connection between us already too.
At least, I hope she does anyway.
Chapter Seven
Candy
I watch Forrest walk out as my mother screeches in my ear, “Did you get the deal? You know your sister is counting on you.”
“I’m fine, Mother, thanks for asking,” I say sarcastically. She doesn’t even seem to realize that I didn’t make it to their place last night. For a second, I had thought that maybe, just maybe, she was calling to check on me. What a silly thought.
“Catherine! I don’t want to hear your attitude right now. Answer me.”
“No. You seem to have forgotten to mention that Veronica had already contacted him and he’d turned her down. Multiple times, might I add,” I fume.
“You should’ve studied business at school instead of that accounting nonsense, then you’d understand how these things go and you would’ve been able to secure Mr. Montgomery.”
“You mean like Veronica’s did? Because she has a degree in business and it seems as if that didn’t do her much good,” I calmly respond and hear her suck in a breath.
I know she’s about to go nuclear and suddenly, I’ve reached my limit. I’m so sick of dealing with their crap and listening to them belittle me and nitpick every choice I make. I’m self-sufficient and have been for a long time. I don’t need their criticism, money, nor their version of family. I know that I’m finally standing up to them because of what Forrest said to me last night. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what he said about my family last night and I realized that he was right. I shouldn’t put up with their crap. I deserve to be treated better.
“I’m not coming home.”
“Excuse me, young lady?” My mother asks in a deadly tone. When I repeat myself word for word, all she has to say is, “Quit being dramatic, Catherine. The snow will stop. I expect you here tonight. You can explain to your sister then why you weren’t able to secure the contract with Mr. Montgomery.”
“No. It’s not the weather and it’s not just now. I’m done. I’m never coming home again. I’m so sick of being treated like crap by all of you. I don’t need it or you. Forrest doesn’t want to sign her stupid contract and Veronica already knows that. Leave him and me alone. Merry Christmas, Mother.”
I hit end on the phone call, hanging up on her. I don’t want to hear whatever she has to say. She tries to call me back, so I turn it off, knowing I’ll have nasty voicemails waiting when I eventually turn my phone back on, but I don’t care. I feel lighter than I have in years because I finally stood up for myself and don’t have to put up with any of them anymore.
The heater kicks on, telling me Forrest must have gotten the generator running. The snow has lessened some I notice as I try to spot him through the falling flurries, but I can still tell I’ll be stuck here for a couple of days.
The thought of being snowed in with Forrest brings a smile to my face. There’s just something about him. I adore how sweet he is and that he sticks to his principles. He could’ve sold his designs and made a ton of money, but he just wants to create for the love of it. I’ve never met anyone like him, and I have this suspicion he feels something for me, too. I mean he kissed me and when he held me all last night, I could feel his erection brushing against me for most of it.
My stomach growls and I turn to the kitchen, deciding to make us breakfast while Forrest finishes up outside. I open his fridge, not surprised to find it fully stocked and settle on pancakes and bacon. Taking out the ingredients, I begin searching the cabinets to find his mixing bowls and pans. I’m flipping the bacon when the back door opens and a snow-covered Forrest stomps inside. He stacks some wood by the door, retraces his steps, then reappears a minute later with another basket which he places on top of the first, repeating the process one more before brushing himself off and removing som
e of his layers. I pry my eyes from the sight of him almost undressing, not wanting him to catch me staring.
“Hope you’re hungry,” I call out.
“Starving,” he says as he hangs his coat on a hook and unties his boots, then sets them on the mat.
“Pancakes and bacon all right?”
“Perfect,” he states, joining me at the stove.
He stands behind me and I shift closer, wanting to feel his strong body. His hands rest on my hips and a small sigh escapes. When some bacon grease pops, splattering me, I curse softly and instinctively flinch. Forrest pulls me away, cradling my injured hand in his as he scowls at the pan on the stove.
“Just caught me by surprise. I’m fine.”
“I’ll finish cooking.” I protest, assuring him I can do it, but Forrest has already pushed me into a chair at the kitchen table and taken over for me.
He takes the bacon from the pan, then starts to pour the pancake batter. I stand, grab two plates and locate the silverware, and lay out two place settings.
“You want something to drink? I have coffee, milk, and water,” He offers when it’s ready.
“Water is fine.”
He fills a glass and carries it to the table along with the pancakes. I wait for him to get his own glass and the bacon before I dig in. The food is delicious and I moan around the first syrupy bite. Forrest stiffens in his chair at the sound and a rush of heat floods through me. I don’t have any experience with the opposite sex but I suddenly want to change that.
I’ve never felt this way about anyone else and we are stuck together for at least another day. Perhaps this is the perfect time to lose my V card. I can’t picture feeling more for a man than I do for Forrest. I feel safe and strong when I’m with him. I told off my parents because of what he said, because of how he made me feel stronger. And his long glances and heated looks make me feel desirable, something I’ve never experienced.
Shifting on the chair, I move my legs closer to where his are resting under the table, letting my foot slide across the smooth floor until I find his. My toes glide over his, then continue up his leg. There’s a lot of layers between my thick wool socks and his jeans, but I think he gets what I’m trying to do.
Forrest tenses and I give him my best flirty smile. His eyes darken, his pupils expanding as he stares at me, my foot hasn’t stopped this whole time and I watch as his tongue darts out to lick across his bottom lip. I wonder if he’s even conscious he’s doing it.
“Do you want me, Candy?” He asks in a sexy rumble.
“God yes,” I immediately respond, dropping my fork and pushing back from the table.
Forrest stands, too, reaching for me and dragging me against him. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry me out of the kitchen and into the bedroom where he kicks the door shut. My mouth is on his neck, and I lick and nip a path to his ear, then take his lobe between my teeth and tug as he places me on the soft mattress. I should probably be worried about the howling wind, the snow that hasn’t quit, and the plummeting temperatures, but all I can focus on is him hovering above me, his dark blue eyes staring at me.
I have a feeling Forrest will keep me plenty warm.
Chapter Eight
Forrest
Her pulse is racing, fluttering like a butterfly at the base of her throat. Her dirty blonde locks are fanned out over the pillows, her lips swollen from kissing my neck. Her eyes are hooded as she threads her fingers into my hair, cups the back of my head, and tugs me until my mouth lands on hers.
“Candy,” I moan as I pull from her, only to quickly return and slide my tongue inside once more. She grips my hips, never breaking our contact, and my hands seek her breasts, my palms sliding over them in a slow circle until her pert nipples harden, poking through the fabric. I want to tear my damn t-shirt and her panties off her, wanting nothing between us.
She rips her mouth from mine and sucks in a breath as she watches me touch her. I was nervous about this part, unsure if I was doing it right, but based upon her reaction, she likes it. Candy moans as I pinch her stiff peaks, flicking my thumb back and forth.
I kiss down her neck as I caress her bare skin under my shirt, cupping her soft tits and rolling her nipples between my fingers. When her body arches, I take the opportunity to push the hem to her neck, happy when she takes over and yanks the shirt over her head. My cock weeps in my pants, the sight of her under me in just her thong and socks causing it to leak, and I’m practically humping the mattress as I wrap my lips around a nipple and suck it into my mouth, concentrating on the sensitive bud. Candy writhes, her tits jiggling as she twists from side to side. I work lower, skating over her rounded tummy and settling between her thick thighs where I lick my lips, dying to taste her juicy cunt. Spreading her for me, I see her cute little clit poking out. She’s so wet. My thumb draws a circle around it before I press it like a button then flick it. I watch as more of her cream coats my hand and I widen the space before I settle in, groaning when I see how tiny her hole is. I’m not sure I can fit a finger in there, let alone my cock.
My mouth waters at the scent of her and I lean forward, taking a long, slow lick up her center and suckle her tight pearl with my tongue, and within moments, she’s on the verge of an orgasm. The knowledge I did this, that she’s this hot and wet for me, has me ready to burst.
Her thighs tense on either side of my head, her breathing turns to pants, and I smile as I feel her legs start to shake. With one finger, I scoop up some of her cream before circling her opening, using it to work the digit into her snug hole. I’m at the first knuckle when I feel her clench around it, her body tensing prior to a scream falling from her lips. She comes on my hand and face, yet I keep torturing her wet flesh until she sags against the mattress.
Placing a kiss on her apex, I stand and start to remove my clothes, Candy’s eyes on me as I strip my sweater and jeans. My cock is tenting the front of my boxers and I watch as she licks her lips. I know she’s going to try to touch me, but if she does right now, I’ll come.
I hurriedly rip off the rest of my clothes and squat on the bed where I crawl back between her spread thighs, gripping my shaft as I look down at her. I tighten my fist as I feel sparks start to tingle at the base of my spine.
“Ready, Candy?” She nods, telling me she has been.
I climb her body until I’m on top and push her knees up until her wet pussy is open and waiting for me to enter it. Taking my dick, I press it to her entrance, her lips clinging to either side and I’m honestly worried I might come before I can even get the tip in. I want to stop and get myself under control, so I can make this good for her, but I can’t.
I start to push inside but it’s hard because she’s so tight, hot, and wet. It’s everything I’ve ever imagined sex would feel like and more. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I concentrate, my chest heaving with the effort, but I’ll go as slow as I need to because the alternative is hurting Candy and I never want to do that.
Her pussy takes an inch, then another and I repeat the process until I finally reach her barrier. This is the part I’ve been dreading. I know I need to push through to finish, but the thought of causing her pain makes my gut tighten. When I look into her eyes, she bites her bottom lip and gives me a nod. I grit my teeth, close my eyes, and thrust forward. I’m swallowed up by the hottest, tightest, wettest sheath ever created and the urge to find my release is almost overwhelming. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I didn’t realize I wouldn’t make it two seconds.
Propping myself up on one hand, I lean down, take a nipple into my mouth, and start sucking. Her legs loosen on my hips and fall open even more.
“Fuck, Candy,” I murmur around her plump tit.
My hand caresses her curves and settle between her legs to jiggle the nub with my thumb. Candy’s hands thread through my hair, tugging on the long strands as she pulls me up to meet her mouth. Her tongue finds its way inside and we drink from each other as I continue to slowly thrust in and out o
f her.
“Forrest…” She moans.
“What do you need? I’ve got you.”
“I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
I groan and brace my hands on either side of her as I start to pound into her. Our mouths crash together and I slip my tongue inside. I take her then, fucking her hard and fast just as she ordered. My head is spinning, lungs dragging in much needed oxygen as I focus on giving Candy as much pleasure as possible.
Her face is flushed and her tits bouncing as I rock into her over and over again. She feels like velvet wrapped around me and I don’t know how much longer I can hold off. Candy’s legs quiver and I can tell she’s close.
Thank god.
I sit back on my heels and change the angle before I rut into her. She screams my name and I feel her pussy grip me like a vise as she goes off. Her legs tighten around my hips, clinging to me as her pussy massages my cock. I follow her over the edge, shouting her name as I find my release. My come splashes against her womb as I hold myself still inside her.
I realize then we didn’t use protection and my cock instantly hardens as I picture her swollen with our baby. I want her again, but I’m sure she’s sore, so I pull out of her slowly, not wanting to hurt her further. She winces slightly and I’m glad I didn’t try for round two.
I roll onto my side and pull her close to me as we spoon. We’re both panting, a thin sheen of sweat covering us as we curl into each other. I love having her in my arms. It feels right, like this is exactly where we should be.
Candy is the one for me. I can just tell.
Chapter Nine
Candy
The last three days have been the best of my life. I wake up wrapped in Forrest’s arms every morning, then we make breakfast. We’ve played board games, cards, and spent hours talking about everything we could think of. Once it stopped snowing, he took me out to his workspace and showed me all the projects he was working on. We spent a couple hours going over the tools and he let me see sketches and pictures of some of his past creations. He’s so talented and when I asked him how much a table like the one he has in the front hallway would cost, I almost choked on the amount, knowing I could never afford it. But then he told me he’d make me anything I wanted for free and my heart melted.
