Chloe shifted and snuggled up against me, moaning lightly in her sleep.
My cock had been hard ever since I’d climbed into bed with her, and now it strained against my sweatpants, demanding to be freed. It wanted some exploration time with this woman.
But that wasn’t happening. At least not right now.
I shifted onto my side so I was facing her, too, delighted as she snuggled even closer and laid her head against my shoulder.
Damn, she felt good.
It had been far too long since I’d had a woman in my bed.
It was going to be impossible to sleep. Not with her soft breasts pressed against my chest.
I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Bring her in closer. Wake her up from her sleep with a kiss. Then fuck her with everything I had in me.Thenmaybe I’d be able to go to sleep.
My cock set up a revolution, demanding that I press my hips against her, give her a few test pulses. Maybe find a way inside her elf costume.
But I did the right thing and stayed stock-still until sleep finally took me away.
Then she was in my dreams.
And in my dream she was completely naked, her full breasts on display, nipples achingly hard. She didn’t say a word. She just beckoned me forward with the crook of her finger. Then we made love, but the room we were in transformed and turned into a Christmas-themed factory. All around us, busy elves knitted scarves… impossibly long scarves made out of goat wool while I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her.
In my dream, it didn’t matter that I was in a Santa outfit, or that she was made of candy canes. All of that felt perfectly normal. Even when I started licking her candy legs. The taste of peppermint melded with the flavor of hot cocoa. She tasted like a sweet treat, and I found her eggnog pussy and started lapping it up, while the Jingle Bells song played.
I woke up in a sweat, my cock pounding with need, my arms wrapped around the real-world Chloe. The one that didn’t have candy cane legs, but was still wearing a flirty little elf costume.
Holy shit.
I wasn’t sure I’d survive the night.
Chapter 9
Chloe
When I woke up, it took me a minute to remember where I was. But then all the details of the night before slowly came back to me.
I became aware of the soft sound of Tex snoring, and the feel of his calloused hand in mine.
He was spooning me, and something hard and happy nestled against my ass.
Who would have ever thought that Tex was the hand-holding type?
I wish this were real.
The reality of the situation wasn’t lost on me.
There was a spark between us that threatened to turn into a wildfire if we let it.
But what would it mean in the long run?
I wouldn’t turn down sleeping with this man if the opportunity presented itself. But that didn’t mean he was looking for anything serious. He’d already told me he’d sworn off women.
So whatever might develop between us in this short time I stayed with him was likely to just be a short, snowbound adventure. A fling with a mountain man.
Already the bills were ticking higher in my mind. Most likely, I’d miss today’s shift. That was sixty dollars down. Tomorrow, if the roads were still bad, would be another sixty dollars. Plus, I’d be missing the Christmas shift, and my boss would bemad.
That thought weighed heavily on me.
