Page 28 of My Santa Mountain Man
“Well, imagine this,” he said as he grabbed a chunk of the flue where it bent at a ninety-degree angle towards the wall. “Your Sexy Santa knows where all the creosote is. It’s right here. This flue was installed badly. My mominsistedthe woodstove flue wouldn’t go through the middle of her closet upstairs. And my dad had a hard time not giving her everything she wanted in life. So we ended up with a ninety-degree angle in our flue. FYI, that’s not recommended. I had to clean this thing outevery single fucking year.”
He twisted it once, and the big metal tube came loose in his hands. Then he carried it to the front door.
I scurried after him and watched as he dumped a bunch of creosote onto the snow-covered lawn. He picked up a big stick and banged on the flue for a while, taking turns banging and dumping what he’d loosened.
Then, after a long time of doing that, he strode back in and reattached the piece.
“That’ll do it,” he said with confidence in his voice. Then he looked at me intently. “Technically, you could start a fire and sleep here tonight. But… I’m going to recommend that you sleep at my place again until your power comes back on. The woodstove never did a good job heating thewholehouse. You’d be warm enough to avoid freezing to death, but not warm enough to enjoy a cozy night in bed.”
Corbin’s eyes burned into me, an unspoken request lingering in the spaces between his words.
“Yeah,” I squeaked out, “I’d love to sleep at your place again.”
His lips curled up on the edges, a devilish glint on his face. “Good. That’s settled then. Now, let me just take a look around and see what projects need to be done.”
I watched that man work for the rest of the day. He rehung the molding, fixed the leaking toilet, worked some magic and re-leveled the upstairs bedroom floor, and fiddled with the wiring in the sewing room.
Watching him work was enough to make a woman come in her panties.
I swear he did at least a thousand dollars’ worth of work. Then promised to come back and do some more.
He truly was my Sexy Santa.
This was the best Christmas gift anyone could have given me.
After that, all three of us wandered back down to his cabin. Hopkins took the lead, sniffing at the ice-covered ground.
Back at his place, we had dinner, and shared that bottle of wine.
Holt’s elderberry wine wasexactlywhat I needed. Liquid courage in a bottle. It made be brave enough toensurethe night ended up the way I wanted.
This man was going to do more than sneak into my panties tonight.
I’d pin him down and fuck him myself if he didn’t make a move first.
Chapter 18
Corbin
Hopkins was snoring loudly in his dog bed by the fireplace by the time Poppy and I finished the bottle of elderberry wine. I had my arm resting around her shoulder, and we were snuggled up together under a blanket on the couch staring at the fire.
She’d been giving me hopeful moon eyes all day long. Ever since I’d woken up with my cock rubbing against her pussy.
I was starting to realize I couldn’t live without this woman.
A month ago, I didn’t know she existed. And now, I couldn’t imagine a day without her.
But I wasn’t the guy who got a happy ending. I was getting too attached. How much worse would it get after we’d made love?
The one thing I couldn’t handle is if this was just a fling to her. A little Christmas magic that wouldn’t last into the New Year.
It would be better not experiencing her at all than to love her and lose her again.
Despite all that, I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her. If the soft buzz of energy and wine between us was any indication, we were going to make love as soon as we made it to the bedroom.
It had been a long time since I’d been with a woman, and I was afraid my enthusiasm might scare her off. I wanted to turn on my cock motor and rocket both of us straight to the moon.
“What are you thinking about, Corbin?” she asked with a contented glow on her face.
