Chapter 11
Meleck
Having Wren surprise me last night had been everything but waking up to her fine body all over mine this morning was even better.
I woke up with a peace and calmness I’ve never experienced, and for the first time in two years, I wasn’t thinking about my next gig.
My mind wasn’t plotting my next location and I was content, happy, and still.
She quiets the noise that makes me seek new places and new experiences and I just want to be all in her space.
After kissing her sweet pussy until her juices were all over my face this morning, she eased back into the house before Amara was up.
We had breakfast together, all three of us, after I milked her goats and she checked on and packaged her soaps.
We already have a routine and I can honestly see myself continuing it with her.
When she took Amara to school, I headed to my uncle’s.
His small farm is only fifteen minutes from Wren’s and I’ve been here for three hours.
Foxy needed more work than he thought, but after a tune-up, oil change, and radiator flush, I got her up and running.
I’m about to meet Wren at The Phoxes Den so we can get her Christmas tree.
True to her normal self, my aunt has been in the house the entire time I’ve been here.
She greeted me with a fake ass smile when I arrived, and after I assured her that I was just here for the truck, her fake smile turned into a real one.
She really hasn’t changed at all. Out of respect for my uncle, however, I do tell her I’m out before leaving the farm.
As soon as I pull in front of the lodge at The Phoxes Den, I spot Wren’s truck.
She got a call that her tree was ready a day early.
I see my uncle too. He’s standing on the side of one of the black Sprinters parked off to the side, so I park next to him.
His dark, round face lights up when he sees Foxy.
He won’t admit this shit but I think he loves Foxy more than his wife.
“She’s purring like a kitten,” he says when I step over to him.
“Yeah, and she rides good too,” I admit.
“If your auntie didn’t love that Ford so much, I would give it back to you and take my baby back home,” he says.
“We can do that.”
“Nah. Just ’cause trouble comes visiting doesn't mean you have to offer it a place to sit down.”
“Who’s trouble?” I question.
“Not who. What. Foxy, if I drive her back home and not that Ford. Your aunt might make me sleep outside,” he says with a hearty chuckle. “You keep Foxy. I trust you with her.”
“It’s only temporary,” I tell him.
“You sure 'bout that?” he asks, then nods to his left.
My eyes follow his nod and I see Wren walking out of the lodge.
She looks sexy as shit in ass hugging jeans, a thick red and black plaid coat, snow boots, and my Jaxson.
At this point, my hat is hers now and she can have it.
She can have anything she wants from me.
My eyes stay glued on her until she spots me. When she smiles, I do too. “Ain’t nothing temporary ’bout that look in your eyes,” Unc says, grabbing my attention again. “Go handle yo’ business. I need to get these people to town.”
He pats my shoulder then walks around the front of the Sprinter. I head over to Wren, and the moment I’m next to her, I pull her into me. Her sweet, fruity scent fills my nose.
“That’s the truck?” she asks.
“Yeah. That’s Foxy.”
“It looks good.”
“Oh yeah. He keeps it in mint condition,” I say before kissing her lips. I can’t help myself.
“You missed me I see,” she says jokingly when our lips part but there’s nothing funny in my response.
“The minute you left the ranch this morning,” I tell her, meaning that shit and she smiles big as hell.
“Your cowboy charm is going to win me over.”
“Damn! Crush my heart then. I thought I won you over last night.”
Smiling even harder, she says, “When you’re right, you’re right.” She pecks my lips again.
“Are you ready to get the tree?”
“Beauden already had it chopped. Travis is attaching the stand. We just have to pick it up from the tree farm.”
“Can we drive to it?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Okay. We can take Foxy.”
“And have Mr. Rufus mad at me because my tree scratches up his pride and joy? We’ll go in my truck. The pads are already in the bed but you can drive it though.”
She places her hand in her pocket, pulls out her keys, and hands them to me. We walk over to her ride and get in. I follow her directions through the massive ranch to the tree farm.
“That’s Travis. Oh, I hope that’s my tree,” she gushes.
Travis is on his knees, hammering what looks like a painted dark green wooden stand onto a beautiful balsam fir.
It’s full and a deep green, reminding me of the trees my grandmother loved.
“Look at how full and pretty it is. Amara is going to freak over it if it is.”
“It’s a beauty,” I agree before getting out.
We step over to Travis and he confirms that this is Wren’s tree. It is truly a beautiful tree and has to be at least seven feet because it’s taller than me. I help him tie it up and together, he and I place it on the back of her truck.
When we make it back to the lodge, I get into Foxy and follow her back to her ranch. Once at her house, I unload the tree and place it in the precise spot she wants in the living room. Then we head up to the attic for the decorations and lights.
“You want all of this in this corner?” I ask, nodding at a stack of bins.
“Yes. The clear ones are for the tree and the big green ones are for the house. It’s mostly lights with some inflatables but you don’t have to put up the house ones.”
“Yeah, I do. I told Amara I would,” I remind her. “And I’m not trying to have her mad at me,” I say and she smiles.
“Well, I’m helping.”
“I got it, Wren.”
“I know but I’m helping,” she insists. She kisses my cheek then walks over to the bins. She opens a few, looks inside them, then tries to lift one. I quickly step behind her and place my hands on her hips.
“I’ll carry them all downstairs. Put that down. You can help by directing me,” I say and she laughs.
“Oh, I can definitely direct you. I’ve been called bossy my entire life and I fully accept the role and title.
” She stands back upright then turns to face me.
The small space between us is immediately destroyed when I get right up in her pretty face.
She laughs again. “Get away from me. You have work to do,” she teases.
“I can’t kiss you first, boss lady?” I ask before placing my hand on the back of her neck.
“Maybe just one,” she says before slightly tilting her head back.
After running my tongue across her lips, I kiss her until she moans into my mouth.
Her arms raise around my shoulders and she latches her hands around my neck.
Her eyes open and she stares at me. “Okay, one more,” she says and I gladly grant her wish.
There’s so much more I want to do to her with my lips, but because I promised Amara that I would put the lights up on the house, I exercise the strength of Samson and pull back after the second kiss. After squeezing her ass, I peck the side of her neck.
“We have work to do,” I say and she sighs but agrees.
Two at a time, I take the bins downstairs into the house. While I untangle and check the lights, she makes hot apple cider and fills two insulated mugs. Then we head out to decorate the house.
For the next two hours, I allow her sexy ass to boss me around and direct me as I attach lights to the trim of the roof, along the beams, and around the logs on the porch.
I place the Black Santa and his sleigh inflatable on the roof and scatter the individual reindeer, large gifts, and extra-large ornament inflatables in the yard. She hangs a large wreath on the door.
“Amara is going to absolutely love this. Thank you,” she says before throwing her arms around my neck.
“The design was all you. I was just the worker, ma’am,” I tease. After a long, deep kiss, she smiles then looks at her watch.
“I better go get her. You riding with me?” she asks.
“No. I need to do a little in the barn. I’ll work in there while you go get her.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. I got to earn my keep.”
“Oh, you earned that last night,” she says and we both laugh. “Since we are doing the tree tonight, I’m going to grab pizza and wings. You seem like a mega meat man to me. Are you cool with that?”
“Yeah, that’s straight.”
“Alright. I’ll be back. The house is open and there’s more cider on the stove. It’s really cold out here and you need to stay warm.”
After pecking my lips, she walks to her truck in the driveway and I gather the empty bins. Once she pulls out of the driveway, I take the bins back into the attic, remove my gloves, and wash my hands. I leave the wet gloves in the attic because I can’t use them while I’m wiring the barn.
Wren is right; it’s cold as hell out and it’s starting to snow again. So before trekking to the barn, I stop in the house and refill my mug with the hot apple cider. My grandmother made cider all the time but hers never tasted as good as Wren’s. I swear everything she makes tastes good as hell.
In the barn, I begin with safely removing all the old wiring. The outlets, switches, and fixtures will be next. This first step is tedious because everything has to be removed with care and precision. I’m about an hour and a half into my removal process when I hear Amara yelling my name.
“Meleck! Oh my God, Meleck!” I hear before she comes charging into the barn. I’m on my knees and she charges me before I can stand up. Her arms fly around me from behind and she hugs my back tight as hell. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love it all. It’s beautiful!” she squeals.
“I told you I would do it for you,” I tell her.