Mr. So Wrong

by R. C. Stephens

  I look around but I can’t find him. I hear his voice call “Sam.” I turn around. Somehow he managed to get behind me. Exactly how is beyond me. As I turn and receive a snowball to the face again, he takes off before I can retaliate.

  I run after him, screaming, “Asshole,” then think better of it with all the kids running around too. “I’m gonna get you back. You can bet your butt on it,” I holler. I finally reach him, and I draw my hand back to throw and bam! He lets me get him square on the cheek. “That isn’t fair.” I huff and place both my hands on my hips.

  Before I know what’s happening, he’s charging toward me. He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me up, and then drops me softly into a pile of snow. “Hell no,” I scream with my arms flailing beside me as I try to break loose. His cool hands slide underneath my jacket and shirt, and he tickles my warm skin. I begin to wiggle beneath him, but he doesn’t stop. He’s just lying beside me in a snowbank, tickling me to death. And I’m squirming and laughing. That is until I hear someone calling my name.

  “Sam. Sam Belmont, is that you?” the voice says, and I would know that voice because it’s the voice of my best friend Kell. Only she’s looking at me like she doesn’t know me as she crouches down to get a look at my face. She looks between me and Al. “Nice to see you again, Al,” she says, smiling wide. Al and I begin to straighten ourselves out and stand up. As we both brush all the snow off our bodies, I realize that Gage is standing in front of us, and he has Theo in his arms. He looks a little dumbfounded too.

  “Hey, Theo. Give Auntie Sam a kiss,” I say, my chest rising and falling from the exertion of wrestling Al. I blow Theo a kiss. Theo smacks his hand to his mouth and kisses it, which tells me he’s trying to kiss me back.

  “Sorry. Hey, Gage.” Al steps forward to shake Gage’s free hand.

  “Um, I’m surprised to see you here,” I say to Kell as I continue to brush the snow off my pants. It doesn’t help that Kell is looking at me like I’m alien, although I can’t blame her. I’m usually anything but playful.

  “Hey there, little man.” Al looks to Theo and gives him a little handshake. It throws me off. I wouldn’t expect him to be the kind of guy that’s good with kids.

  “Nah! We buy our Christmas trees here every year,” she answers, giving me a knowing look and then turning to Gage and eyeing him, which seems to be code for something I don’t know. He gives her a warm smile.

  “We sure do. They have the best selection,” Gage chimes in, looking between Al and me like he’s pleased. I didn’t know this place existed before an hour ago or that this was something families did. I speak with Kell every single day. She never mentioned once, in all our years of friendship, going to buy a Christmas tree. It gives me a sinking feeling in my stomach. Did she feel like she had to hide this from me because my family doesn’t do Christmas trees?

  “You two are looking comfortable.” Kell smiles and nods her head. “Haven’t seen my girl laugh like that since grade school.” She raises both of her brows, clearly talking about me but looking to Al.

  I give her the stink eye, hoping she will shut the hell up, but no, Kell continues. “Glad to see you’re putting a smile on her face, and if I might say, you are looking much better too, Al. Smitten in fact.” I’m glad the cool air and snow caused my cheeks to turn red because I’m pretty darn sure I’m blushing hard.

  My mouth drops open as I wonder when the last time was that Kell used the word smitten. I get that she wants the best for me. I don’t know that embarrassing the hell out of me is gonna help.

  “Okay … yeah …” I mutter. I need to get away from them before they reveal every one of my secrets to Al. “Well … you guys enjoy your tree shopping. We are going to choose a tree too.” I take hold of Theo’s little hand. It feels so soft. “Bye bye, Theo.” I wave with my other hand. Al waves too.

  Theo waves back. I turn and take Al’s hand. “Let’s go. You all take care,” I shout out as I walk away with Al, pulling him in the opposite direction. I can still hear Kell whisper-shout to Gage, “She took his hand. She took his hand.” I roll my eyes and act as if I didn’t hear, but when I look up to Al, that shit-eating grin from earlier has returned with a vengeance.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Al

  Sam hops out of the truck and walks to the back like she’s getting ready to pick up this massive tree.

  “No way,” my voice booms. “I don’t care how strong you are.”

  She gives me a smirk. “I picked you up the night you passed out in your car. Shoved you up that hill. I think I can handle a tree.” She continues to open the bed of the truck.

  “How about you carry my new boots and I carry the tree.” I suggest, thinking compromise is always good. By the look she has on her face, she doesn’t think it’s a compromise. She looks offended.

  She stalks up to me and raises her chin, looking me straight in the eyes. “You don’t tell a cowgirl what she can and cannot do.” She places both her hands to rest on her waist.

  I don’t have a comeback. “You’re sexy when you’re pissed,” I say, staring deep into her eyes. I don’t know what else to say, and it’s the truth.

  She huffs. “How about you carry it all into the house.” She turns and walks away, and I watch that fine ass of hers sway until she hits the front door, whips it open, then slams it shut after her. I can’t wipe the smile I have off my face. She is definitely stubborn. I’ve never had so much fun spending time with a lady before in my life. After we left the tree nursery, we went to a hardware shop to buy ornaments and a tree stand to decorate the tree. Then we went boot shopping.

  I grab the tree and haul it through the front door, grateful Sam didn’t lock it. “Where do you want it?” I ask.

  She points to a place in front of the fireplace.

  “That doesn’t seem like a good place.”

  “Why not?” Her brows dip and her voice comes out as a whine. It’s adorable.

  “Because if we make a fire in the fireplace, the tree can catch fire,” I state the obvious.

  “We don’t use the fireplace, Sherlock,” she answers, as if I should have known this. The fact that she calls me Sherlock makes my blood pump faster, and every feeling I have right now is heading south.

  “Maybe we should start. I’m freezing to death.” My words buy me a smile. I don’t know why. “Are you happy I’m freezing?” I ask, not understanding.

  “Well, no one told you to get into a snowball fight with me with no gloves or boots for that matter,” she scoffs, but her anger isn’t real. She likes to spar with me, that’s all.

  I place the tree on the floor upright, away from the fireplace to the side of the main living area. “I have boots now,” I remind her, lifting one leg in the air.

  “Yeah, with that new puffy jacket and those boots, you look like your average mountain man,” she snickers, standing off to the side, her eyes raking over my body. Her own visceral reaction is transparent.

  “And do you find you’re attracted to mountain men?” I wiggle my brows.

  She looks at her unpolished fingernails. “Not really. I like my men slick and straight from the city.” She winks. Her words make my dick hard, and then she walks off and straight out the front door.

  “Where are you going?” I shout out after her.

  “To get the ornaments and the rest of the bags.” She shouts back. She’s too much. A handful, a spitfire, kind and sweet. She’s everything. I take my boots and jacket off, more relieved than ever that Farmer Joe decided to take that hunting trip. Sam walks in with the rest of our bags and drops them on the couch. I notice a pile of wood next to the old stone fireplace.

  “Mind if I make us a fire?” I ask.

  She shrugs. “Sure, go right ahead.” She dumps all the ornaments on the couch and sifts through them. I scratch my head a little then place a few logs in the fireplace. I have a gas fireplace in my condo, so I have no clue how to make a fire in a real fireplace. She pauses to look at me. “You don’t know
how to start that fire, do you?” she asks, but it looks like she already knows the answer to that question.

  “How about you start the fire, and I make us dinner?” I offer.

  She purses her lips together. “Can you handle dinner? Because you burned breakfast.” She starts cracking up. For some reason I feel like we are an old couple with our banter.

  “Very funny. I was going to put those steaks we bought in the oven to broil, and I figured I’d throw in a couple of potatoes to bake alongside the steak.” Nothing too extravagant but a meal nonetheless.

  “Hmm. That sounds very gourmet,” she says sarcastically. “Okay. You got a deal.” She smiles and gets to work on the fire. Even though I’m pulling steaks out of the fridge, I turn my head and check out her ass as she leans over. She wears these very fitted jeans, and today she has a little white tank top underneath her flannel shirt which shows a lot of cleavage. Especially since she left the first few buttons open.

  By the time I have the steak and potatoes cooking in the oven, Sam has the fire going. It’s frigid outside. The house never feels warm and comfy, but with the fire going, my bones defrost a bit.

  “Food should take about half an hour,” I say.

  “You say that like you know what you’re talking about.” She walks over to the couch and takes a seat.

  “I do know what I’m talking about. Popping a steak in the oven is one of my go-to meals. I can actually make it for myself even though I tend to eat most of my meals out of the house.”

  “Isn’t that super unhealthy?” she asks. I take a seat beside her on the couch. Sitting beside her, along with the warmth of the fire, feels nice.

  “Not where I dine. Most of the food is very healthy, made by topnotch chefs.”

  “Of course.” She turns her head away from me.

  “Hey …” I tilt her chin toward me. “What’s this all about?”

  “Nothing. Just a reminder how different we are.”

  “That’s funny, because I always get this eerie feeling that we’re so much alike,” I say, and I can’t help it when my lips drift toward her. I want to have sex with her so badly right now. Spread those fine legs of hers … have her on all fours with that fine ass up in the air … I have to stop my thoughts and focus on simpler things, like her lips.

  I lean forward, getting into her space, as she leans her head away from me, only she isn’t moving further away; she is just lying back on a pillow on the couch. “I’m having very dirty thoughts right now,” I say as my lips linger close to hers.

  “Would you care to enlighten me?” I sense the heat in her eyes. I take note of her fast breaths.

  “I would very much like to. I need to make sure you know that when my car is ready, I need to leave.” I feel like I’m repeating myself. A warning to her that truly feels more like a warning to myself.

  “Al, I want you now I probably won’t want you tomorrow. I wouldn’t grow a conscience about leaving.” Her tone is sweet like honey but lacks emotion. Her words irk me.

  “Okay.” I’m thinking with my dick when I lunge for her lips, and she accepts my hunger, grabbing me by the back of the head with both her hands, running her fingers through my hair and kissing the shit out of me. Our bodies press together and everything moves fast. Her breasts push into me. My kisses linger down her neck as my hands work the buttons of her flannel shirt. When I’ve opened all the buttons, she lifts up a little and helps me remove the shirt. She’s left in a white tank top. Her bra is lace so I can see her rose colored nipples hard and peeking through the fabric. I take one of her breasts in my hand and knead it roughly. She moans and we kiss some more as her hands come to the hem of my shirt and she pulls it over my head. Her breath hitches when she looks at my bare chest. I remove her camisole, and as I do, she works on my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans and pushing them over my ass. I stand to shrug out of my pants. She stands and gets to work taking off her jeans. Both of our chests heave with the exertion of lust coursing through our veins. While she takes her jeans off her ankles, I toss a few of the throw blankets on the floor and open them up, making a little makeshift bed with pillows around. With the fire burning in the background, the room is warm and the atmosphere oozes sex and romance.

  We stand in front of each other and stare for a brief moment before we get tangled up in another hot kiss. I tongue her and ravish her sweetness. I lift her up in my arms and she lets out a squeal. I kneel and lay her head down on the pillow. She looks beautiful and sinful. I try to tell myself to stop all this. She is too young, too kind. She’s hurting and if I sleep with her, I’m taking something from her that I don’t deserve, but before I can even consider the voice of reason running through my mind, I’m hovering above her and she pulls me toward her and begins to kiss the hell out of me again. This time our bodies line up, the swell of her breasts rubbing against my skin. I reach behind her back and unclasp her bra. She pulls it off and my mouth is on her, suckling her nipples as she arches her back and pushes into my mouth. With my other hand, I knead her breast and she presses her hips into my very hard cock. She spreads her legs and as much as I want to take things slow, there is no chance right now. I remove her panties and throw them off to the side.

  “Shit.” She lifts her head and her eyes are wide.

  “What?” I ask through heavy breathes.

  “You just threw my panties in the fire.”

  “Fuck.” I chuckle. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Before she has anything else to say, I finger her and her head falls back. Now isn’t the time to talk about me melting her panties.

  I insert another finger and begin to pump. Soft moans come from her pink lips. She’s so wet and tight, clenching around my fingers. Her responsiveness to me drives me crazy. As I continue to pump her, she pushes my boxers down my ass. Her hands cup my ass before she moves to my front and takes my cock in her hand. Her hands stroke torturously, up and down, stopping at the crown. She rubs her thumb over some pre-cum.

  “I’m on the pill but considering you told me you get around a lot, a condom is best,” she says.

  I need to clarify. “I’m clean. I just had a checkup, and I’m always safe. I always use condoms but let me grab one from my jeans,” I say, and I know how that looks that I walk around with a condom in my pocket, but I say it like it is. I can’t hide who I am.

  She places her palm on my chest and says. “It’s okay. If you say you’re clean, I trust you.”

  “Are you sure?” I’m trying to think straight, but her pussy is dripping wet and she lies beneath me with her legs spread, and I want in.

  “Yes.” She nods, and I reach down and claim her lips again. While we kiss the hell out of each other, I reach down and roll her nub to make sure she’s still wet and ready to accommodate my large cock. She moans and rolls her hips, so I pull my finger away and decide to tease her with my cock instead. I rub my crown along her opening, slipping in a little then pulling out. It drives her crazy and makes me mad with lust. Her wetness coats my cock, and I can’t take it anymore. I slide right in and move. She lets out a gasp followed by moaning. She feels tight and warm. Again, I want to move slowly, but it isn’t happening because her hips gyrate against me. I move to her rhythm as she rubs herself along my girth. She curses and squirms, and I pick up speed.

  “Fuck yes, oh yeah … oh … that feels soooo good.” Her voice with that accent makes me blind with lust. I’m a caveman with basic instincts. My purpose is to get us both off. Only it doesn’t take much effort because as I pick up the pace, she begins to detonate. Hearing her sweet moans makes me come like a tsunami. I pump into her, hard and fast. Sweat breaks out over my body as I pour my seed into her. Her body is slick with sweat, and her breasts bounce with the force of my thrusts. When I’ve blown my load, my head falls into the crook of her neck, and I inhale her sweet scent as I try to catch my breath and get my bearings. I’ve never gone bareback before. Holy hell that was intense. I don’t think it’s the only thing that made the sex feel off the char
ts.

  “You good?” I ask into the crook of her neck.

  “Yeah,” she answers softly. I pick up my head and lay a kiss on her lips. Then I fall back beside her, looking up to the ceiling. The fire crackles in front of us. It’s dark outside now. With the red glow of the fire radiating over her body, she looks angelic. I take her in my arms and hold her warm body against mine. “Al?” she looks up to me.

  “Yeah?” I smile.

  “Somethings burning,” she says, and it’s not what I’m expecting. My eyes go round as I remember leaving the steaks in the oven on a high broil.

  “Fuck.” I fly up to my feet and Sam does too. We are in the main area of her house, both of us buck naked, as we charge for the stove.

  “I’ll get the gloves,” she shouts as I open the oven door and smoke fills the kitchen.

  “I completely forgot about the steaks broiling.” Sam reaches into the oven and places the pan on the stove. The whole kitchen is filled with smoke. The steaks look charred and so do the potatoes. “Sorry, your oven must be a lot hotter than the one I have back home.” My lip curls on one corner.

  “It’s just really old. It doesn’t cook evenly,” she explains. Then she looks to the front door and wraps her arms around her body to cover herself. “We better clean up and get some clothes on. Never know who can drop by.”

  “Right.”

  We head back to the family room and gather our clothes. I fold the blankets back up and place them on the couch.

  I follow Sam back to her room. “Is there anywhere we can get a steak dinner around here? I’d like to take you out.”

  “Yeah, there’s a nice place in Grand Junction we can go to.” She smiles. We get into her room and my gaze drops to her fine behind. My hand follows, and I cup her ass.

  “Sorry, I should clean up. That all happened so fast I have cum running down my legs.” She chuckles and pulls away.