His Snow Angel

by Tory Baker

  “Okay.” I lift my head to meet his lips. He grinds down as I lift up. His cock is notched right at my center, and he takes my mouth in an all-consuming kiss, our tongues working together like this isn’t new at all. It feels like this is our thousandth time kissing, that’s how amazing it is.

  “You like my mouth on yours, my body sliding on top of yours, sweetheart?” he groans when he slows our kiss.

  “Yes, so much.” My hips rock up into his, telling him with my body just how much I enjoy it, knowing that just a few more thrusts will make me fall over the edge.

  “Not yet, you’re not. No fucking way. The first time you come for me is going to be in a bed. You and I naked together. It’ll be by my hands first, then my mouth, and only when I know you’re good and worked up will you get my cock,” Tyson states as he pulls away, his warmth leaving my body to help pull me off the couch.

  “I think I’m stunned speechless.” Which I really am. Part of me wants to drag him to my bedroom and demand he do all those things he just promised. The other wants to shy away. It’s quite a conundrum.

  “No need to be, just speaking the truth, Eve. Now, if you want, we’ll eat some dinner and decorate the tree, then we’ll watch a movie together,” Tyson offers, as if he didn’t just talk about making me come over and over again.

  “I’d love that. You don’t have to be at the farm early tonight?” The sun has long since set, and it’s pitch dark outside, but that doesn’t really tell me the time.

  “We weren’t asleep that long. It’s only going on seven o’clock. I may be old, but I’m not that old, sweetheart. There’s still plenty of time in the day, not to mention the farm can run itself if need be for a day.”

  “Okay, well, that’s good,” I murmur, then make my way into the kitchen, grab the bowls, spoons, and drink glasses. All while Tyson works beside me to get the food out of the oven warmer.

  “I’m in no hurry for anything, Eve. Know that, sweetheart." He tells me while we both get things set up to eat.

  “Thank you. I promise it’s okay. In fact, I really love what we’re doing right now, and, you know earlier too.” My hair is falling over my face, so I push the strands behind my ear. I probably should have put this tangled mess up in a bun or ponytail, but after my shower I barely had the energy to put clothes on, let alone brush my hair.

  “Makes me happy to hear. You ready to eat?”

  “Yeah, I am. There’s beer in the fridge, if you want one. I’d have one, but, meds and beer probably wouldn’t be the best combination.” Tyson stays standing, waiting for me to take my seat. As soon as I realize what he’s doing, I scurry to sit down. I watch as he ambles to the fridge and pulls out a beer for himself and a bottle of water for me before coming back to sit with me.

  “Figured water might be more your speed tonight. Next time, we’ll go do something, pack a cooler full of food and drinks, see what we can get into. Might have to happen at the farm. The horses would love to have someone new to look at. Dancer and Cupid are probably tired of seeing my mug. Just watch your pockets. If you have treats, they’ll eat your jacket off you to get to them.” I love how we spend our dinner, both of us eating, Tyson happy as a clam with my beef stew, telling me about his day and me telling him about the new books that were delivered to the library today, something I had no clue about. The only sign on the package said it was from an anonymous sender. It’s been happening once a month. “I’m not complaining by any means, but I’d love to send a thank-you card.”

  “Count your blessings, then. Maybe someday, you’ll find out who sent them,” is his only response. By the time we’re done chatting and eating, it’s been well over an hour. Tyson helps me clean up the kitchen before we make our way to the couch to watch a movie and relax until Tyson needs to head back to the farm.

  Seven

  Tyson

  I never thought in my thirty-something years I’d be waking up on a couch with Eve’s body plastered against me. Literally, this woman is on top of me, her arms wrapped around my side and her legs tangled with mine. The crick in my neck is worth it to have my woman in my arms. I hate like hell that I need to leave, but the clock on the television is telling me it’s two o’clock in the morning, and if I don’t leave now, I damn sure never will. Managing to slide out from beneath her isn’t an easy task, but I somehow untangle myself from Eve without waking her up.

  It doesn’t take me long to turn the television off and make sure her heater is set to keep the house warm long through the night. I should be a gentleman and leave, but I have a feeling that’s not about to happen, not when our bodies could be wrapped up together in a bed.

  “Where are you going?” And just like that, I know I’m not going any place tonight.

  “Nowhere now.” I make my way back to her. Eve is already standing. Her hand goes to mine, and she leads me to the bedroom. There’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off her tonight.

  “Good.” Her room is like the rest of her house, clean and crisp, still inviting with the way she has set it up, but let’s be honest—the only thing I truly care about is Eve.

  She drops my hand and takes her cardigan off, leaving her in her top and bottoms.

  “I’m telling you now, Eve, I get in bed with you, we’ll be doing a whole lot more than sleeping. That’s why I was heading out the door. I want you to know you and I, we’re way past dating. You need to know you are fucking it for me.”

  “I know that, just like you’re it for me.” I pull my shirt over my head, step out of my boots, then wait to see what she does next. I’m shocked speechless when she whips her shirt over her head. There was no goddamn way I was prepared for her to get naked in front of me right this very second. Then I notice she’s wearing something else. “Jesus, woman, how many layers do you have on?”

  “I get cold easily.” She’s wearing some white barely-there shirt, practically fucking see-through and so flimsy I could snap the straps off with one tug. Those tits of hers would be in my hands, my mouth blazing a path from her lips to her throat until I have those sweet nipples of hers in my mouth.

  “It’s a good thing I can keep you warm, then.” I unbutton my jeans before sitting on the edge of the bed to take my socks off.

  “I’ve always been like this. It’s probably the reason I slept so well with you twice now. There’s no telling what the rest of the night might bring.” She drops her pajama pants, leaving her in that good-for-nothing top, which I am not complaining about. It’s the bright red panties she’s wearing that stop me in my tracks.

  “That’s what I’m hoping for.” She shimmies her ass as she moves the comforter down and crawls inside. I’m one lucky man.

  “You don’t have to hope for much, Eve.” I finish taking off my socks, drop my jeans to the floor, which leaves me in my boxer briefs. All while my woman, she doesn’t take her eyes off me the entire time.

  “Are you going to get in bed with me or stand there all night? I mean, I do love the view and all, but I’d much rather have you here beside me.” She pats the side of the bed that’s not occupied, and thank goodness my woman owns a queen-size bed. I do her bidding, this time, but once I get in bed with her, it’ll be me doing the work and watching while she takes everything I have to give.

  “I’m coming, woman, well, not yet, but soon. Both of us will be,” I grunt, sliding in beside her. I’m barely next to her when she attaches to me like an octopus.

  “Tell me something, Tyson. Why after this long did you finally come to the terms that I’m yours?” Her bluntness is refreshing, I’ll say that. My hand glides down the length of her leg, hiking it up over my hip.

  “I may have been slow on the uptake, Eve, but that was for both of us. I wanted you settled in Mistletoe, make sure you liked it enough that this would be your forever home. Once I saw how easily you took to town, made it your home, I knew you weren’t leaving. That’s when I staked my claim on you, my sweet Eve.” My hand grabs the globe of her ass, squeezing it before
letting it go. I’m gonna have my handprints on that ass, and soon, the best being she’ll be writhing in pleasure when it happens.

  “Thank you for that,” Eve says before she slides up and on top of me, her legs on both sides of my hips, her pussy on my cock, two pieces of flimsy fabric keeping me from sliding inside her, planting my seed deep inside, and swelling her stomach with our child. My hands grip her hips, sliding her along the length of my hard cock.

  “You ready to be mine completely, Eve?” I ask her because I am not going to be able to take much more of this.

  “I think me on your lap, wearing barely any clothes is answer enough, don’t you think?”

  “Fuck yes, it is. Come down here, sweetheart.” I crook my finger, and she lowers her body onto mine until she completely covers me. Her lips meet mine. She’s timid at first, until I take over, my hands cupping her cheeks, our hips moving together. I’m frustrated as hell there’s still something between us, because right now, here in this moment, with this intoxicating kiss, a few strokes of my tongue against Eve’s takes me closer to the edge.

  “Tyson,” she groans, her pussy rocking on my cock, and I’m done for. There’s no holding back now. I flip her so she’s on her back. “You sure you’re good with this?” My hips grind down on her, letting her know exactly what I mean.

  “Does this tell you enough?” She moves up, causing me to move to my haunches, and I watch as she takes off that white shirt of hers.

  “Damn, you are a thing of beauty,” I groan, my eyes feasting on her tits, her milky-white skin, peach-tipped nipples. My mouth is ready to taste every part of her body.

  “Tyson, quit talking.” She arches her hips up. I watch as her head tilts back, eyes closed as my lips lick her skin from the column of her throat down to her tits. I tease her, not touching where she wants me most. My goal is to savor every sweet inch of her.

  “You like that, my sweet Eve? You like me teasing you?” I ask before wrapping my lips around her nipple, sucking slowly at first, getting a feel of exactly what works her up.

  “More.” Who am I not to grant her a wish? I suck harder, using my teeth at one point. Her legs hitch up on my torso. “Yeah, my woman likes that,” I respond, taking my time licking, nipping, and sucking at her skin until I reach the edge of her panties. My tongue slides beneath the band, causing her hips to lift up, but I’m not ready to take them off yet. Instead, I think I’ll tease the both of us. Not only is this going to be hard on her, but it’ll be excruciating for me too. I want nothing more than to sink deep inside of her. That won’t deter me though. No fucking way will I miss my first taste of Eve.

  “God, Tyson, stop freaking teasing me,” she moans. I slide her panties to the side, not wanting to stop for one fucking second. I can smell her sweetness, that wetness that has her soaked, and when my tongue takes that first lick, there’s no way I’ll ever want to leave my place between her thighs.

  “Mine,” I groan against her cunt. My teeth scrape at her clit, my tongue sliding inside her center.

  “Yours,” she agrees with me. I watch her the entire time, my eyes never leaving hers, even though they’re closed. Her body moves with the chase of her orgasm, and as much as it pains me to pull away, I want her first orgasm to be with me buried inside her.

  “Damn straight.” I sit up, take my own underwear off before grabbing the sides of hers and tearing them off her body, not giving a shit what happens to the flimsy fabric.

  “No, no, no. I was right there.” She slams her fists on the bed beneath her. My woman does not like being denied orgasms, something I’ll shelf for another time.

  “Oh, you’re about to have one, if not many.” I grab her thigh, hiking it over my hip, my hand stroking my cock while Eve’s eyes are watching. She bites her bottom lip before licking those lips. God, what I would give to have those lips wrapped around my cock.

  “Thank God we agree on something then,” she smarts off, a small smile playing on her lips. My cock notches at her pussy, and I sink in all the way in one smooth stroke. I throw my head back, clenching my teeth to keep from coming right away without her getting off first.

  “Tyson.” She hitches her legs up higher. I help her out, throwing her legs over my shoulder, grasping her hips, and slowly move in and out of her tight cunt.

  “You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is tightening on my cock every time I move out of you. You don’t want me to leave, huh?” I ask.

  “No, never.” Eve’s hands move on top of mine. She squeezes them while lifting her ass up to meet my every thrust inside of her. Our bodies move together. We’re slick with sweat. My eyes go down to where we’re connected, no barrier in its place. The lips of her pussy are glistening wet, soaking my cock with every stroke.

  “You see this, sweetheart, how pretty you take my cock inside you?” I groan when her pussy convulses on my length, and I know soon, we’ll be coming. Together.

  “Oh God, I’m coming.” Eve’s voice is choppy, her breathing coming out uneven, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I grind down as I seat myself inside her, then pull out, and repeat it until she’s clamping on to me. Taking her with me. My cum jets inside her pussy, and I know in this moment, Eve and I, we’re more than words could ever describe. I’m also hopeful we just created a life together. My hand rests on her lower stomach. Hers moving on top of mine, that smile I love so fucking much telling me she’s feeling the exact same way.

  No words need to be spoken, and I smile back at her, my cock not leaving her body, no matter what. It’s not until she yawns that I move into action, somehow maneuvering us so I don’t lose her body and Eve is lying down on top of me.

  “Tyson.” Eve is snuggled into my neck, her legs beside mine, and I’m already getting hard again from this feeling right here and the sound of her voice purring my name.

  “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “Nothing, I’m just so incredibly happy. Don’t wake me up if this is a dream, okay?” She kisses my throat before settling in.

  “Not a dream, Eve. I promise you that.” Her breathing changes, and I know she’s falling asleep in my arms, right where I need her the most.

  Eight

  Eve

  It’s cold, and I’m alone in my bed. That’s my first thought as I wake up. I may have said I hope this wasn’t a dream in the middle of the night, but I knew it wasn’t. Tyson Black is mine, and I’m his. We both declared that well throughout the night with the amount of times Tyson would sink deep inside me until we passed out from exhaustion.

  I roll out of bed, a chill in the air that’s bone deep, and I shiver as I try to find something to wear. Spotting Tyson’s flannel, I grab it off the ground and put it on, buttoning the front. I can’t stop but bringing the fabric to my nose to inhale the scent that is so reminiscent of Tyson before scurrying to find socks.

  “Brr,” I’m grumbling to myself, moving as much as I can to keep the cold at bay. “It must have snowed sometime last night.” The cold is still too tough on my body after I make a pitstop at the bathroom, making sure to brush my teeth because morning breath is not always a good thing when you know your man will want to kiss you. At least I’m hopeful he will. I drag out a pair of sweatpants, looking like quite the fashion model in my clothes, then head out to find out why it’s so cold. I mean, I have no doubt snow is littering the ground, but that shouldn’t account for the freezing temperatures that are lingering in the air.

  “Tyson,” I call for him as I walk down the short hallway. When I don’t get an answer, I’m quick to stumble, thinking maybe he did leave. I mean, he almost did last night while I was asleep, but that was before.

  I look towards the kitchen, trying to figure out what the time is on the microwave. That’s when I realize why it’s so blistering cold in the house. “Shit, we must have had some kind of snowstorm during the night.” There’s no telling what happened when I slept like a baby kitten next to Tyson.

  When I still don’t find him anywhere, I step into the garage. The door is
standing wide open. Snow is lightly falling, but the ground is packed full of snow already.

  “Shit, shit, shit.” I find my rubber boots that I leave out in the garage. I swear if Tyson is out here and lost or got stuck trying to leave to get back to the farm and is hurt, my heart, it can’t stand the thought of that. My stomach is already at the bottom of my feet as I run out of the garage, stomp through the snow, my head whipping back and forth. Both of our vehicles are still parked, so he hasn’t attempted to go anywhere in a vehicle, but where the hell could he be?

  “Tyson!” I scream out his name as I drudge through the snow, trying not to fall flat on my ass or freeze said ass off.

  “Eve, get your ass back in the house!” I round the corner to where my dad made sure he set up some kind of semblance of a place to chop wood. Well, he doesn’t chop it; he’ll use the chainsaw instead if he’s around. More times than not, I just buy precut wood. It’s easier that way. On the rare occurrence, I’ll even get a truckload delivered, something I haven’t done this year so far.

  I stop in my tracks when I see him. He’s standing beside the block of wood, axe on his shoulder, shirtless, body glistening with sweat even in this cold-ass weather.

  “What are you doing? You’ll freeze to death!” I’m walking to him, even though he told me to get back in the house. He’s out of his dang mind.

  “Sweetheart, if I didn’t get out here, we’d both freeze our asses off because you have just enough wood to get us through today. And don’t think I won’t be spanking your ass red for not having enough wood ready for at least a week.” I look at the pile by his side that he’s already chopped.

  “We’ll come back to that.” I blow out a puff of air, bringing my hands up to my face and blowing on them to keep warm. “How long have you been out here?”

  “Eve, please go back inside. I’ll never get anything done out here worrying about you. More weather is coming in, and we need more wood. We can leave your place now and head to the farm, or you can get your ass back in the house and I’ll finish chopping wood so we don’t freeze tonight.” He arches his eyebrow, letting me know he’d rather stay here. I know at his place people are always milling around and asking him questions. No doubt they’d be knocking on his door tonight asking him this or that.