Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
AURORA
Since our arrival back in Central Coast, I’ve only spoken to Van, the Christmas tree farmer, a few times. He was gracious enough to agree to be in one of my video posts. It was kind of a cross-promotion thing for the shop and his Christmas trees. But even in those few interactions, it’s clear to anyone with half a brain that he’s crazy about my sister. And she feels the same about him.
Allegra likes to think that she keeps her cards close to her chest, and for most people, she's probably able to hide the things that she's feeling, but I’m her sister. I know when she’s falling in love.
He's a good guy, so it was a no-brainer to agree to help him out when he wanted to surprise Allegra with a little time away from the shop.
The door to the alley in the backroom door opens, and Van pokes his head in.
“Is everything ready to go?” he asks in a conspiratorially low voice.
“Yep.” I hold up the bag I packed for Allegra. “Operation Make-Allegra-Calm-Down-and-Fall-in-Love-with-Christmas-So-She-Decides-Not-to-Sell-the-Store is a go.”
“Wow,” Van chuckles. “That is quite a name. And you’re the marketing guru?”
“Shut up. Do you want the goods or not?”
“Yes, please," he says before giving me a dramatic bow. "Marketing Goddess.”
“That’s better, Tree King.” I curtsey back to him and hand over the bag. “Do you think this will work?”
The optimistic expression on his face is mixed with a hint of uncertainty. I want to tell him that he doesn’t have to worry about how she feels for him, but that’s not my place to spill her feelings. I’ll let her take that next step on her own if she hasn’t already.
“I sure hope so,” he finally says. “How long do you want me to keep her out of your hair?”
“As long as it takes.”
“Deal.”
We shake hands to seal the arrangement before he heads into the storeroom to sweep my sister off her feet for some Christmas romance.
It’s critical that Van works his Christmas dick magic to enchant my sister into wanting to stick around. She keeps talking about people interested in buying the shop. And we are only a few days away from Christmas. Time is quickly running out if I have any hope of convincing her not to sell.
I know that she has this whole other life away from the shop. One that she thrives in and loves. But I also wonder if she’s just sticking with it because it’s all she knows. I want her to see that she has other options—if she wants to take them.
Almost as soon as Van exits the back room, Paz walks in with a look on his face like a deer in headlights.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I lift onto my toes to kiss him.
“Your sister,” he says, pointing over his shoulder. “She’s kind of—intense.”
“She is.” I nod in understanding. “But she means well.”
“She does. And she cares about you.”
I tilt my head and study his expression for a moment. “What were you two talking about?”
Paz smiles like he has a secret. "The weather."
He doesn’t elaborate, even when I try to get him to tell me with the promise of sex later. His resolve is surprisingly strong for someone who can’t keep his hands off me.
Caleb is in charge of his shop at the moment, so Paz is free to spend the next couple of hours with me.
We are like two teenagers, taking every stolen moment out of view of the customers to kiss and touch one another.
"I'm trying to upload this post," I sigh as Paz stands behind me and kisses a trail up my neck to my earlobe.
His dick presses into the small of my back, and I want so badly to reach behind me and get him off right here in the shop. There's no one in the shop at the moment, so the act wouldn't be as risqué as it sounds, but that could be fun too. The way I'm feeling at this moment, nothing with Paz is off-limits with me.
I feel like a woman starved, and he is the delicious dessert inviting me to devour him. Don’t get me wrong, he’s done his share of devouring me with that gifted tongue of his.
“You’re making it very hard to concentrate,” I giggle as his teeth tug on my earlobe.
“Really?” He pretends to sound surprised, but he has to know what he does to me. “Does this help?”
His warm, strong hands slide up under my shirt to my satin-covered breasts. From the look of it, we don't appear to be doing anything but standing very close to one another, but if someone walked in here and saw us, I know Allegra would kill me and then Paz.
“Maybe we should take a break.” I lean back against his chest with a sigh. “Close up for a bit.”
“You already know what I would say to that offer.” He grips my hips and presses his dick against me. “You feel so fucking amazing.”
“Imagine if you were inside me.”
“I haven’t stopped since I woke up.”
Spinning around in his arms, I point over my shoulder towards the door. “Flip the sign, lock the door, and meet me in the back room."
“You got it.”
In the backroom, I clear off some things on the table to make room for me to hop onto it, but not before stripping off my red leggings. Paz nearly takes the door to the shop off its hinges when he comes back to meet me.
He crosses the room and stops just short of the table. I revel in the feeling of his hands sliding up my bare thighs to the fabric of my panties. His fingers press against me to grip the flimsy fabric and pull it down my legs.
I watch in amusement as he ever so gently folds up my panties and slips them into his pocket.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “I’m going to need those back.”
Paz shakes his head but flashes me the smirk that once drove me crazy. But now, it drives me crazy in other ways. A flash of heat ignites my body, and I'm ready for whatever he has in mind.
“Lean back." His tone is no-nonsense, and I like it when he bosses me around in the bedroom.
I do as I’m told, resting back on my elbows. Paz lowers down to his knees and uses his magical tongue to give me an orgasm that has me screaming his name.
“Did you hear that?” Paz asks. “It sounds like knocking.”
I’m still soaring from the pleasure he’s just given me. “I don’t hear anything.”
The sound of someone knocking on the shop door starts again, only this time we both hear it.
"That," he says, pointing over his shoulder in the direction of the door.
“Don’t worry about it. If they want something bad enough, they will come back when we are open again.”
Paz pushes to his feet and starts to unbuckle his pants. I scoot off the table and turn around.
“Perfect,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
I glance back over my shoulder at him and wiggle my ass. His hand moves down the ample curve of my body and smacks it. The sting is brief, but I know there will be a red handprint on me for the rest of the day. I love knowing his mark is on me.
He grips my hip with one hand and guides himself slowly into my slick pussy. It takes a moment for my body to adjust to his size, but with some measured movements, he pushes in as deep as he can go.
His arm loops around me and pulls me back against him. I match my breathing with his, wanting to make the connection between us to be even closer. He pushes in and out, the rhythm picking up and pushing us both closer to release.
“Faster,” I breathe, turning my head to find his lips.
We move together, the pleasure building between us. I will never have enough of this man. I can only hope that he feels the same way about me. Our start together was rocky, but we've quickly become so in sync with each other. The connection we share is more than just physical. I’m falling in love with him.
I'm so close. My inner muscles flex around him, and we both share in our release. Clinging to one another like there is no one else in this world. And for me, that’s the truth.