Page 28 of Merry on the Mountain
“Okay. I’ll be in the bedroom.”
I wait until the door closes behind him and dart into the bedroom to clean myself up a bit. I strip out of my dress and bra, huffing a laugh when I realize he still has my panties in his pocket. Once I’m done cleaning up, I pull the covers back and lay down in bed to wait for him.
Maya can sometimes take a while to find the perfect potty spot, so I’m not surprised that it’s taking him a bit longer to get back to me. As the minutes tick by, I feel myself getting tired out of nowhere. My eyes begin to drift closed.
I awaken with sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of frying bacon and coffee in the air. The sheets beside meare rumpled, so I guess Drew must have stayed over, but I fell asleep. Because of course I did. I should have known better than to get in bed. Anytime I get horizontal and cozy in a quiet place, I will fall asleep.
After pulling on some leggings and a crew neck sweatshirt, I walk out into the kitchen. I’m wholly unprepared for the sight that awaits me. Drew’s broad, naked back is on full display as he stands at the stove. He has his phone propped up, playing ESPN quietly. I take the opportunity to appreciate the defined muscles and tattoo spanning the expanse of exposed skin. His gray sweatpants hang from a narrow waist, and when he senses me and turns, I realize he’s wearing glasses.
The overall effect of him standing there shirtless, in the sluttiest sweatpants imaginable, and glasses sends pussy into a needy spiral. The absolute hussy that she is.
He grabs a piece of cooling bacon and snaps it in half, tossing one to Maya. She catches it in the air and sits back down. Her tail swishes across the wide plank floors as she watches him with affection in her dark eyes.
I so get it, girl.
“Good morning,” he says, poking his phone to turn off the sports app. “I hope you don’t mind that I made myself at home.”
“Not at all.” I cross the room and wrap my arms around his waist, when he lifts an arm inviting me in for a hug. “Technically, it is your house.”
“I guess you’re right.” He kisses my forehead, and my belly flutters.
“You’ll come to learn I’m always right.”
He chuckles. “Is that so?”
“Yep.” I drop my arms, although I could happily stay attached to him all day. “Sorry I fell asleep last night.”
“Don’t be. Between the turkey and the orgasms, it’s not surprising you were too tired for round three and four.”
“Three and four?”
“Oh yeah, I had big plans for you.”
“Good thing we have a couple days before we go back to real life. I’m interested to find out what these big plans were.”
“Oh, you will. Have no doubts about that.”
I grab a piece of bacon, cooked perfectly into a crisp ribbon. Thank god he likes his bacon crispy, there’s nothing worse than floppy bacon. He pushes eggs around in the skillet. They’re nearly finished cooking, so I grab a couple plates and silverware for us.
“Do you want coffee?” he asks. “I made enough for you.”
“I’ll actually just have some juice this morning, but thank you. Do you want a glass? It’s fresh-squeezed from that new fancy grocery store they put in outside of town.”
“Actually, yeah. That sounds amazing.”
He divides up the eggs and bacon between the two of us while I pour us juice. We settle in at the counter and start eating.
“I can’t remember the last time someone made me breakfast,” I say around a bite of eggs. “This is really good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Though I am a bit surprised it’s that rare for you to be fed by someone else.”
“Yeah, unless it’s over a campfire in the middle of the wilderness, I rarely have anyone cook for me. It’s really nice.”
“So you don’t do the cooking on the trips you guide?”
“No, there’s usually another guide in charge of preparing food. I’m generally in charge of leading the hikes and helping gather firewood and set up tents.” I shrug. “Stuff like that.”
“Don’t the people going on these trips know how to do that?”
