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- Authors: Tory Baker
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WHY AM I not surprised that her car can be heard coming down the onelane dirt road? Shaking my head, I return to helping the next customer load
their Christmas tree into the back of their truck. As the owner of Mistletoe
Christmas Tree Farms here in Montana, I take pride in everything I do.
Hell, this place has been passed down from generation to generation three
times now. Not that I thought I’d still be doing this alone at the age of
thirty-seven years old. I figured I’d be settled down, a wife beside me, a
child or three, and someone to hand this place down to when my time
comes to an end.
I finish loading up the tree, shake their hands, and stand back as they set
off to leave. My eyes never leave Eve’s car pulling into the makeshift
parking lot. She may be shy and reserved in some ways, but it definitely
isn’t in the way she carries herself. Oh no, her clothes tease my senses in
every way imaginable. Even her work clothes, the soft dresses she wears. I
can see every curve of her body with every movement Eve makes.
Today isn’t much different. She steps out of her small two-door car, her
long hair flowing behind her in soft curls, reaching down to the base of her
spine, to that ass. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off thinking
about sliding my cock between those cheeks, coming all over them, my
fingers buried in her cunt, my other hand teasing her tits that are way more
than a fucking handful.
My eyes don’t leave her body, not even when she turns around and spots
me. Oh no, I let her know, like I have many times over the past few months,
that I want her. That’s when her shyness would come in to play. I’ve bided
my time though. Tried to let her get used to the idea of the two of us. The
smile she gives me, it’s different than her usual one. More inviting. That
doesn’t mean I’ll allow her to tempt me with that smile. Last year, Eve
attempted to tell me she’ll just put her tree on her car’s roof. It didn’t
happen then, and it damn sure isn’t happening now. The only difference this
time is that it’ll be me who delivers her tree.
She pulls out a beanie to place on the top of her head. That’s not what
has my tongue thick with the thought of having her in my bed, writhing
beneath me. Eve chose a pair of tight-as-hell jeans, only accentuating that
ass of hers, and a flannel top with a puffer vest over it. It leaves little to the
imagination and has my cock thickening with need.
My body gravitates towards her, my feet eating up the dirt beneath me.
“Eve,” I all but grunt out.
“Hey, Tyson.” Her tone is so much softer than the way my abrasive
voice came out.
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