Delivering His Gifts: A Mountain Man's Baby Christmas Romance(10)

I had made it very clear that yes, I wanted this. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone. Five years of denying myself the touch of a man, and suddenly, there was this hot as hell mountain man looking my way and I threw myself at him.

Before I knew what was happening, Mason had lifted me into the cab of his truck. His strong hands picked me up as if I weighed nothing at all. He joined me in the truck, sitting in the driver’s side, but I wasn’t in the passenger seat for long. I straddled him, my hands pawing at his jeans. He helped me remove them, sliding them down just enough for his cock to bounce free.

I gasped, a tightness low in my belly screaming “Now. You need him inside you right this second.”

I was thankful for the sundress I’d chosen, as it allowed easy access. His fingers pushed my panties aside, and I was on top of him, feeling his tip pressing against my opening.

And then I slid down, my body stretching to take him inside. My nails dug into his back as I settled down on him, getting used to the new sensations inside my body. And damn, did it feel so good. My toes curled and it was like my body was on fire.

Mason took my face in his hands, staring deep into my eyes as I began rocking back and forth, slowly at first. I’d never been with a man so big, and the way he felt against the walls of my pussy… It was almost too much for me. I could feel the pleasure building already.

His mouth found my neck, dotting kisses as I rode him. He nibbled gently on the flesh, his hungry hands moving over every inch of my body, helping to guide me as I bounced on his cock.

“Yes, yes,” I whimpered as pleasure ripped through my body. My head fell backward, and I screamed Mason’s name as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I had forgotten where we were, the public nature of our exploits, and let myself go, coming harder than I had ever come before.

His fingers teased my nipples, playing with them through the flimsy material of my dress. It was like a straight line from my nipples to my clit, causing me to shudder as I rode him harder and faster than before. After the first orgasm, I thought I might be tired or ready to stop, but I only wanted more.

And I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

He lifted his head and our mouth’s collided as I moved up and down on his shaft. Mason’s groans were deeper and louder, his hands gripping my ass and pulling me down harder against him, making sure every last inch of him was sheathed inside me.

I knew he was close, and I knew what I should do. I should stop, pull out and tell him I could finish him with my mouth. But I couldn’t stop, and just as I thought about it - a second orgasm hit me hard and out of nowhere, like a wild wave at a beach. My pussy spasmed around his cock, and that was it - that was the final push he needed.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, holding me against him.

His cock throbbed inside me, and I knew he was filling me with his seed. We came together, our bodies a writhing mess of pleasure. And finally, once the waves died, I collapsed against him, my head buried in his neck.

I finally came back to reality, knowing I’d messed up. I shouldn’t have slept with a client; it would complicate everything.

Yet, as I inhaled his scent, I found myself more relaxed than I’d been in a long time. He stroked my hair and held me, letting me savor his sweet musk.

I barely turned my head, just enough so I could breathe and speak.

“We can’t let this happen again,” I whispered softly into his ear.

Mason didn’t answer me, but I didn’t need an answer. I knew we couldn’t go down this road again, nor would we ever be able to date. There was no future for Mason and me, and it wasn’t just because he was a client of mine. That I could deal with.

No, Greg would never let me be with another man without making my life a living hell.





Mason





“I still have food you brought over the last time you were here,” Calvin mumbled as I carried in several bags of food. He frowned as he watched me put the stuff away.

I didn’t tell him that the reason for my visit was to get my mind off the night before. Danielle’s body pressed against mine, her sweet, soft mouth inviting me in… I woke up bright and early with a boner and her in my head, and I knew I had to do something to stop thinking about her.

We couldn’t go down that path.

“Well, I come with good news too,” I announced, closing the fridge and turning to look at Calvin. “I think I’ve found a potential dog for you, and someone willing to train him for free.”

Calvin’s eyes narrowed. “How much is this going to cost?”

“Not a dime.”

Calvin crossed his arms in front of his chest and frowned. “Sounds like a scam to me. Nothing in life is free.”

“Well, the dog is a rescue, not from a breeder. He just happens to have the perfect temperament to be an emotional support dog. And the trainer is being paid by an organization that helps veterans.”

If only such an organization existed, I thought. I was going to pay for Danielle’s services myself, but had I told Calvin, he wouldn’t go through with it.

The old man seemed hesitant, but I quickly continued. “We can go by and meet the dog whenever you’d like, just to make sure you’re a good match. But I think you’re really going to like him.”

“He’s not a yappy, little dog, is he?”

“Oh no,” I chuckled, picturing Oscar in my head. “He’s actually a Great Dane.”

The old man’s face shifted, the hardness and tightness disappearing. He actually smiled. “You know, I’ve always wanted a Great Dane. Such majestic creatures.”

“That they are. He’s beautiful too. He’s a silvery grey, I believe they call the coloring blue?”

“Oh yes, he sounds like a handsome boy.”

And just like that, Calvin was willing to go along with the plan. My smile widened as I pictured Oscar by his side. I trusted Danielle knew what she was doing, and he sounded like the perfect dog for Calvin. Even though I knew that Danielle would be sad to see him leave her home.

Thinking about her washed the smile from my face.

“What?” Calvin asked, noticing my change in expression.

“Nothing,” I said, walking out of the kitchen and toward the living room.

“No, is there something you’re not telling me?” he asked as he slowly followed me.

“No, nothing to do with the dog, I promise,” I said, falling into the leather chair across from the couch that I usually sat in while visiting.

Calvin took the couch, as always. Thankfully, when I’d furnished the place, I’d bought an oversized couch - he would need it when Oscar sat with him.

“Then what’s on your mind, son?” he asked.

He only ever called me son when his paternal instincts kicked in. Which was strange. Most of the time, I was doing what I could to take care of him, but deep down, I could tell Calvin was talking to me like I was his actual son. I knew the old man never had kids, nor was he ever married. All this time together, and I never inquired as to why that was. It hadn’t felt like any of my business, and since he didn’t bring it up, neither did I.

But with everything going on with Danielle, I could use some fatherly advice. My dad was no longer around, and I wasn’t about to go to my brothers. They knew what had happened when I was at war, but they didn’t know all the details - or what it had done to me.

“Were you ever afraid to love someone, Calvin?” I asked.

Calvin looked taken aback. He leaned back into the couch and let out a deep breath. He seemed to think for a long time before answering. “There was a time, yes, but not for the reasons you’re probably thinking.”

“What do you mean?”

Calvin studied my face for a moment before answering. “Hell, you’re a modern man, right? I can trust you with this.”

“Trust me with what?” I asked.

“Well, Mason, let me tell you a little secret - at one time, my type of love was considered illegal, and even today, there are people who would see us hurt or even dead for loving who we do.”

“You’re gay?” I asked, curious.

“I am, yes,” he said. “Does that surprise you?”

I thought about it. “Not really, I guess. It would explain why you’ve never been married.”

“That would by why, yes. In my time, you couldn’t talk about that stuff openly and all that.”

“Yeah, I bet…I’m sorry to hear that.” Suddenly, my own problems seemed so far away.

“But still, I can’t say I was ever afraid to love for love’s sake. Meaning I wasn’t worried about being hurt by love. Life is full of ups and downs, and yes, sometimes you’ll get hurt, but I always knew I was strong enough to pick myself back up and move on.”

“So were you ever in love?”

A smile flickered across the old man’s face, and his eyes seemed distant for a second, as if he was no longer in the living, but in another time and place. “Oh yeah. A few times, but I believe we all have that one great love, and mine was Steve Jeffries. We served side-by-side in ‘Nam, and if the others knew how we felt about one another, they didn’t make it known.”

My heart clenched up. He too knew what it was like to fall in love with someone at war. My mouth was parched, and I couldn’t seem to form the words to ask him what happened. I feared the worst based on my own experiences.