HOLLEE
Chapter Five
Well that was too good to be true.
I have to admit I’m disappointed but not surprised. Of course a jaw-droppingly hot guy like that has a beautiful silky-haired model type lounging around his house. I’m surprised she was there when I went over.
Was he a player? That’s why I logged off dating apps - I was tired of guys trying to play me, or wanting nudes when I’d only exchanged about five sentences with them, or ghosting me after a good first date. I wanted the real deal.
I’ve come back home and am trying to concentrate on work for a couple of hours before I call it a day, open a bottle of wine and watch Elf for the millionth time.
Since it’s holiday season everyone wants cute illustrations for their social media account; I’m drowning in candy canes and Santas pulling sleighs for all types of businesses from toy stores to accountancy firms.
I start sketching but keep getting distracted.
It’s funny because when he opened the door he eyed my body up and down with a dazed expression on his face.
Noel had quickly blow dried my hair, I’d put on my nicest lipstick and a low-cut red top and jeans.
He was wearing a grey T-shirt and jogging pants, and I caught a hint of spicy aftershave that for some reason made me think of soaping up his firm, broad back in the shower, sliding my hands lower and lower.
But then there were those mischievous green eyes peeping over his shoulder in the background and boom - my luck was out.
My phone beeps. Noel’s already texting me.
Tell me everything that happens!!!
It beeps again.
Unless you’re actually having sex RN :-) xxx
I reckon Noel is even more excited about the guy next door than I am. Or was.
He had a girl there when I turned up :-( Like a seriously stunning one…
There’s a tickle of hot tears in my eyes as I’m texting and tell myself not to be so silly. My phone beeps.
Oh what a dick… she can’t be half as stunning as you! Want me to leave a bag of dog turds on his porch?
That makes me laugh, my bro always has my back.
I need to work. I’m illustrating a Santa carrying a bag filled with multicolored, glittering presents.
I get rid of the long white beard, sketch in a far cuter face and add some dark floppy hair.
I’ve made his body way too hot but I can’t stop.
I’m sketching out an open costume revealing his broad muscled chest and abs…
There’s a knock at the door. Darn it, I was getting into my fantasy Santa guy. I run downstairs.
Tannen is standing there looking good enough to eat, backlit with the snow sparkling on my front porch. He has a tree in one hand and a stand in the other. He cracks a smile.
“I thought you’d appreciate some door to door service. Can’t have you falling over again.” He gives me that devastating grin. “Shall I set this up for you?”
“Sure, how nice of you. Would you like a coffee?” I mean, I have to be polite, right? Even if he does have a nightmare model hot girlfriend.
He nods. I stand to one side and he manages to easily bring the tree through the door without scratching any paint.
I guess that’s because even though it’s a pretty big tree it’s still way smaller than him.
His biceps flex as he maneuvers it inside and I can’t help imagining his arms pushing me into the position he wants.
I need to get it together or I’ll reach out and stroke those perfect muscles.
As he sets the tree up inside I make us some coffee and bring it into the living room.
It’s already more Christmassy and the deep scent of pine needles gives it an instant festive feeling.
I hand him the coffee cup and his fingers brush mine for an instant as he looks into my eyes, making me catch my breath.
He gets straight to the point. “You didn’t need to leave earlier - that was my ex who turned up on my doorstep after three years, no warning.
I kind of don’t like Christmas because she went AWOL on Christmas Eve.
I got a text on New Year’s Eve saying she wasn’t coming back and that she was in Bermuda. ”
“Oh that sucks, why was she back?” I can’t imagine how crazy you’d be to leave a man this fine.
He’s doing that amazing direct eye contact again. “Her dad is sick, she’s back in town to see him. He’s a good guy, I’ll pay him a visit.”
“I hope her dad feels better - it’s rotten to be sick at Christmas. Well it sucks to be ill any time, I guess.” I’m not making sense - I’m trying to take it all in.
So that wasn’t his girlfriend - just his ex. Maybe he still has feelings for her? I hope not - he’s come over here pretty quick. And he’s brought me a tree. It’s a stunning deep green fir with wide, symmetrical branches. I walk over and inhale the piney scent. “It’s beautiful, thank you.”
“No, you’re beautiful.” He knows it’s a cheesy line but the way he’s holding my gaze makes me believe he means it.
Tannen reaches down and holds my chin in his big hands.
His arm encircles my waist as he pulls me closer so my soft curves are pressed against the length of his muscular frame.
He bends down and kisses me hard, so his stubble brushes against the softness of my skin.
The deep fir tree smell mingles with his own spicy scent, followed by the undercurrent of clean sweat.
His hands are working deep into my hair, gently pulling my head back as he dominates my lips with his.
His tongue teases the inside of my mouth, making me think about what it would be like lower down.
He’s hard against me as his hands run up and down my back before settling on my ass.
My heart pounds in my ears and I never, ever want this to stop.
My body tingles and the heat radiates out from it in waves. Wetness pools between my legs as I imagine him inside me. He’s pushing me backwards and the spiky needles on the tree press into my back.
“Ouch,” I laugh and he laughs too, lifting me away from the tree.
“Can’t damage you or your nice new tree Ma’am.” He smiles down at me.
“Is this part of the delivery service?” I ask, running my hands over his muscled arms.
“Just for you.” He kisses me again, even harder and deeper until the ground is giving way beneath me and all I want is to be straddling him with his cock deep inside me.
His phone starts ringing persistently and he pulls away with a groan.
“Sorry Hollee - my business partner can’t use a GPS to save his life. I have to get this.” He’s annoyed, I wouldn’t want to be that driver right now.
“Hello,” he says gruffly. There’s a stressed guy on the other end shouting something about being lost and needing help. Tannen finishes the call and regretfully says he has to go and help.
I smile up at him.
“How about you come back tomorrow evening and I’ll have the tree decorated so you can see how it looks?
” That should give me enough time to dress the tree and make sure I’m bathed, shaved and ready for him.
“Sorry - I forgot you’re not into Christmas.
I have some good bourbon if that’s a better draw? ”
“I’d love to. You’re all the draw I need.” He grabs my waist again and kisses me until there are sparkly stars dancing behind my eyelids. “Until tomorrow evening.”
Now how am I going to sleep tonight?