TANNEN
Chapter Six
Usually my dreams during the holiday season are a mix of boring logistics about too many Christmas trees and not enough trucks, but this morning I woke up with a huge hard-on from a dream about getting down and dirty with Hollee.
It’s been a long time - years in fact - since I’ve been this hot over a girl, but being with her was so real and so right.
I jump in the shower. I need to get through today, get all the deliveries done and getting to see Hollee will be my present at the end of the day.
Obviously I’m up for another one of those fantastic kisses if that’s all she wants to do - but every part of my body is aching to get closer to hers.
I catch myself singing something but I don’t recognise the tune - something about the most wonderful time of the year. Dammit.
The day goes quickly, even though my work partner Rick keeps teasing me for being in such a good mood (his wife’s nickname for me in December is The Hot Grinch). He wears a Santa hat to do the deliveries and it’s his mission in life to get me to wear one too.
We set out with over seventy trees and we’ve delivered most of them when we take a break.
There’s a tricky moment when I have to spend forty minutes doing some al fresco carving for a sweet old lady who has a Christmas tree stand from the 1950s, but I manage it and she’s delighted.
The smell of the pine needles keeps reminding me of kissing Hollee last night and it’s driving me crazy.
My phone beeps. It’s Hollee.
Hey Delivery Guy, how’s it going? :-)
Great, I can’t wait to sex you tonight…
I stop texting. Wait, that’s not right. I erase the text and start again.
Great, I can’t stop thinking about tonight. You’re so sexy.
Rick throws his Santa hat at me. “Dude I knew it!” He’s smiling. “You’re finally interested in someone. Do I know her?”
“Nope.” I throw the hat back at him.
“So there is someone.” Rick is loving this.
He’s a big bearded bear of a guy who works part-time in the police department, which in a small town like Snowflake Falls mostly involves eating doughnuts and helping out with lost cats.
Rick’s all coupled up with a lovely wife and two kids.
He’s one of those blissfully contented souls who wants everyone to be as happy as him.
He’s a good guy, even though his sense of direction isn’t great, which makes delivering trees probably not the best job.
He’s a demon with a chainsaw though, so gets the work done quicker than three other guys put together.
I sigh. He won’t let this one go. “Well, she’s my new next-door neighbour.”
“Wow man, that’s so cool. You can just knock on the wall when you want to hook up!” Rick mimes a knocking motion in case I didn’t get it.
“We’re not there yet, I’ve only been hanging out with her for a couple of days.” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Look man, when you know, you know. I knew with Alexia after a couple of hours. Well - I was too busy lusting after her to think straight but it dawned on me gradually, y’know? When you seeing her again?”
I sigh. Rick needs all the details.“Tonight.”
“Happy Christmas dude!” He’s concerned for a second. “I have to admit I was worried you were back with Natasha - I saw her at O’Rourke’s with a skanky-looking guy on a motorcycle. I thought she skipped town?”
I shrug. “Yeah, she turned up at my house, her dad is sick. She wanted some cash to help him out.”
Rick looks disapproving. “O….kay. Well, sounds like you’re preoccupied with the girl next door huh?”
“Definitely. And if I want to see her sooner rather than later we need to haul ass and get the rest of these trees delivered. Don’t touch the GPS Rick, I’ll input the address this time.”
As Rick fires up the engine, I’m mentally counting down the trees - and hours - it will take to be close to Hollee again.
After a long day, I head for the kitchen safe to store our takings. I probably won’t get this to the bank before Christmas day. Having thousands of dollars on the premises is usual for me this time of year, when everyone pays you in cash so they can give you a tip for the holidays.
I’m hot and sweaty from lugging trees around, so I head upstairs for the shower to freshen up.
Pulling on a clean sweatshirt and jeans, I run my fingers through my hair.
I’m imagining getting close to Hollee again and all I want is to run downstairs, hammer on her door and scoop her up.
But I need to be civilised, at least at first.
It’s cold in the snow outside her house, but lights are twinkling from inside.
Hollee opens her door, peering shyly at me. She’s slightly hidden behind the door so I come in quickly so she doesn’t get cold. Cinnamon wafts from the kitchen and there’s a warm glow from the fire crackling in the fireplace.
“Can I get you a glass of bourbon? I’m not going to offer you eggnog or peppermint schnapps.” She laughs, raising her eyebrows.
Hollee’s standing in front of the tree, which is decorated with gold and white ornaments, with tiny white lights twinkling.
It’s not the tree I’m admiring, though, it’s her.
In a silky red camisole slip dress, showcasing her beautiful breasts, with her long, wavy hair down, she’s breathtaking.
I’m instantly hard and all I want is to slide my hands underneath the slinky material and explore her smooth bare skin.
Does she know the effect she’s having on me? “Sure, that would be great.” I say, trying to remember to act polite when all I want to do is press my body against her soft curves.
“How was your day?” she asks as I enjoy the view of her spectacular ass walking into the kitchen.
There’s a scent of honeysuckle mingling with the woodsmoke of the fire and the pine smell of the tree.
Soft music is playing in the background, but my head is too preoccupied with Hollee’s swaying hips to decipher the words.
“Busy - we got seventy trees delivered. Only one injury - Rick my tree buddy got a pine needle wedged in his hand.”
“Ouch - penalty of the job, hey?” She’s walking towards me with a glass of bourbon on the rocks. Her irresistible breasts draw my eyes before they travel up to her soft red lips.
“How about you?” I take a sip of the drink - delicious - and her sparkling eyes meet mine.
“Busy too. Everyone wants a last minute Christmas-themed illustration for their social media. So I’ve drawn three elves, five Santas, a whole bunch of candy canes and a Rudolph with a flashing red butt for a medical company.” She giggles and sips her drink.
“How are you finding this whole holiday thing - it must be weird considering you don’t like Christmas...but you’re surrounded by Christmas trees?” She heads to sit on some oversized cushions by the fire and pats the space next to her.
I’m not sure how to answer.
The truth is I’ve found all this festive stuff much easier since I’ve met her.
I’m not sure if it’s her love of Christmas that’s so compelling or the fact I’m falling so hard for her, but it doesn’t irritate me much.
In fact, it doesn’t irritate me at all. I’m even admiring the way she’s decorated the tree, with its pretty glass baubles and sparkling lights.
I have to be honest: “I’m liking it more this year.”
I sit down facing her, close enough to smell her mesmerising scent. I want her to be mine - all mine. I have to kiss her.
I reach my hand out to brush the lock of hair in front of her face, bringing my head closer and inhaling more of her captivating scent.
Pressing my lips on hers, she sighs as she gently parts them, meeting my tongue with hers.
Her mouth is a mix of peppermint and bourbon and something indefinable I can’t identify - a sweetness that’s her own special taste.
She doesn’t know what she’s doing to me - my cock is straining against the denim of my button-up jeans.
She leans her body closer to mine. Those beautiful breasts brush against my T-shirt as we kiss and the unbearable hardness of my erection chafes at my fly.
I can’t resist touching her, sliding my hands over the silky fabric of her camisole to feel the weight of those wonderfully full globes in my hands. Her nipples are poking at the satin fabric of her flimsy slip as I pull the straps down.
I let out a groan of pure lust as her breasts spill out and lower my head to bury my head in her cleavage. Kneading her breasts with my hands, I lick and suck harder on each nipple in turn. Her breathing quickens as she lets out a moan.
Kissing slowly down the satiny skin of her soft belly, pushing the fabric of her cami slip up, I lose myself in the honeysuckle scent that rises from her skin.
I slip my hand between her legs and she’s drenching wet, ready for me.
Her legs shake as I slowly stroke her swollen bud with one finger.
I lay her back on the oversized cushions, licking in a trail to reach her swollen clit.
Her hands are grasping my hair as her moans get louder, pulling my face deeper into her soft, wet folds.
I move down to slowly push my tongue in and out of her soft, wet slit, fingering her clit, as her breath comes in panting gasps.
She’s as sweet as honey and that makes me as hard as I’ve ever been, barely containing myself from pushing my rock hard cock into that sweet waiting pussy.
She’s so close now, flexing her thighs upwards as she bucks against me. Suddenly she freezes and all her muscles tighten, before she comes in waves, gasping my name. She relaxes as I revel in the sight and scent of her.
I need to be inside her. Now.