Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Ridge
Thankfully, I didn’t live far from the park.
A five-minute drive and I pulled into my driveway. As much as I wanted to carry her inside and straight to my bed, I had a tree to take care of. And her car.
“Okay, we can go get your car now or wait until the morning. But I vote wait for the morning. The roads are getting worse as we speak.”
“The morning is fine. The tree will be okay, right?”
“Yep. Snow won’t hurt. I’m going to haul this one to the back porch for now.”
“Do you need any help?”
“You can help me untie the rope.”
We worked quickly, and I carried the tree to the back porch before leading Crimson inside.
“Wow. Your place is huge! Is it only you here?”
“Yep. I wanted the space. Growing up, my parents, my two older sisters, and I shared a small cabin. While I had my own room, there wasn’t much privacy, and it was always chaotic.
My dad had buddies over, my mom cooked for the whole neighborhood, and while sometimes it felt like a whole community was raising my sisters and I, all I really wanted was alone time.
After my landscaping business became successful, I splurged on a big cabin with everything I wanted.
A man cave downstairs with a pool table, a hot tub out back, and a large whirlpool tub to soak in.
My dad helped me custom build the porch, including a built-in bonfire, Blackstone grill, and plenty of seating. ”
“Damn, Ridge. You must be proud of yourself. Good for you.”
“Thanks. Do you rent or have your own place?”
“I bought a small cabin after I finished college. I got a degree in fashion merchandizing and now I run an online boutique. I’d love to open my own storefront one day, though.”
“No wonder your outfit looks amazing.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close against me. “Let me give you the official tour.”
I showed her around and built a fire in the fireplace before grabbing us a couple of beers from the fridge. I offered her one which she eagerly accepted.
“A girl after my own heart. Most women turn beer down.”
Crimson smiled before taking a long pull from the bottle. “Not me. I love a nice cold one.”
We sat on the couch together, and I pulled a blanket over our laps. “What’s your favorite Christmas movie?”
“Home Alone, duh.” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “You?”
“Probably Elf.”
Crimson groaned. “That guy is annoying.”
“But funny.” I turned on Home Alone for her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, wanting her as close as I could get. I wasn’t confident I’d last the whole movie with her by my side, my cock hardening in my pants by the second.
God, this woman. She was intoxicating in all the best ways possible.
Without realizing it, I leaned down and sniffed her hair, breathing in the fresh, fruity scent. My dick was ready to explode beneath my zipper.
Crimson giggled, and the sound rumbled through my chest, kick starting my heart into overdrive.
“Did you just smell my hair?”
“Mm, you smell so fucking good.” I murmured, a desire stirring deep inside my belly. I was so fucking horny I wanted to combust into a million pieces. A groan escaped my throat.
She shifted underneath the blanket, and the friction on my dick caused my hips to jerk forward. “Fuck, I don’t know much longer I can resist you.”
“Then stop resisting.”
That’s all she had to say.
Within seconds, I tossed the blanket off of us and stood, not caring if she could see my erection beneath my pants.
I threw her over my shoulder and slapped her ass, watching as her perfectly round cheeks shook in my face. I gently bit down on one cheek and she yelped, her hands playfully slapping my back.
“You naughty boy! Put me down!” Crimson laughed.
But I didn’t.
The only place I was putting her was in my damn bed.
Stat.
“Naughty boy, hmm? I’ll show you naughty boy. Just you wait, sweet thing.” I sprinted up the stairs and to my bedroom, tossing her down gently on my fur blanket.
But to my surprise, she didn’t stay there. She rolled off the bed with precision and jumped to her feet, storming over to me.
Crimson placed two hands on my chest and pushed me down onto my bed. “Mrs. Claus is in charge around here.”
“A red headed Mrs. Claus? I like it.” I growled as I watched her do a strip tease for me, revealing what she had underneath.
The sexiest Christmas lingerie I’d ever seen.
Under her leggings and long sweater, she revealed a red lacy bra with a bow in the center, lace beneath it covering her soft, curvy belly and leading down to a red lacy thong.
Crimson untied the bow on her bra slowly and I growled, ready to fucking devour her from head to toe. She slipped the thin straps down each arm and shook her hips back and forth as she dipped forward, revealing her impressive cleavage. Holy shit, she looked amazing.
She turned around and showed off her gorgeous ass, her thong leaving little to the imagination, and when she bent forward, her slit was on full display.
I sat up, ready to attack her, when she turned her head towards me and shook it. “Be patient, naughty boy.”
Fine, I couldn’t touch her, then so be it.
But I needed to do something, anything with my hands, so I stripped myself naked.
I tore at my flannel and t-shirt, my jeans and boxers, backing myself up against the head of the bed.
I leaned back against the pillows, resting one arm behind my head while using the other hand to stroke my cock up and down slowly, pre-cum dripping from the top.
Crimson removed her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of her before she turned around and faced me, both hands cupping her breasts.
Her sexy mouth fell open when she caught sight of me on the bed, rubbing my hard dick over and over again.
She let her arms fall to her sides and her gorgeous breasts were on display, so perfectly perky.
I licked my lips as she played with the mounds, running her fingers over her hard nipples.
She groaned and threw her head back in pleasure as she inched closer and closer.
When she reached the bed, she climbed on with her knees and crawled up the bed towards me.
My stomach sunk in with my deep inhale and I would not hold back any longer.
Oh, fuck no.
I was going to rock her motherfucking world.