Vix

IT TAKES ALL OF MY self-control to not bite and fuck into her like an animal.

But I don’t.  I control myself.

Somehow.

I stomp to my bedroom and snatch her one of my flannel shirts and a pair of socks.  While I’m in my closet, I reach down and try to soothe my hard on through my jeans.  Cum has leaked out and I feel the sticky release inside my boxers.

I can’t get my erection to die down, so I give it a couple more strokes then head back to the bathroom where I drop her towel and take a long hard look at what’s mine.

Because she is.

Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

I don’t try to hide the way my eyes trail up and down every curve and womanly inch of her as I slip her into my shirt.

“Sit.”  I order, back to single words and grunts.

She does as I say and I kneel down in front of her, lifting one foot and slipping the sock up over her ankle unable to keep my eyes from fixing on the flash of pink I see higher.  She’s bare and I imagine how the soft skin would feel on my lips.

“You like the view?”  Her playful voice sings as my eyes lock between her legs. 

“Priceless.”  I answer, taking her other foot and pulling it up and to the side more than is necessary, exposing the pink gash where my tongue should be.

A million of our future moments go through my head as I pull her gently to her feet and lead her down the hall into the living room.

“This house is beautiful.  I love all the pictures.”

The hallway walls are filled with family photos.  The joy of my mother’s life was her family and it’s chronicled throughout the house.

“Thanks.  My dad and I built it when I was twelve.  There’s a smaller house back on the property, where we lived before we moved in here.  I moved in that house when I was twenty, then back in here last year to help more with things. This was my mother’s dream home and my father wanted to give her everything she ever wanted. They were amazing parents and loved each other so much.”

“You must miss your father.”

I nod, unable to add anything else.  Knowing this time last year, we were all here in the house, is still like fresh trauma.  Mom was knitting, Dad and I were playing chess with the tree blazing with lights.  None of us knew what was about to happen to our family.

I grab all the pillows off the two big sofas and the stack of blankets we always keep in a chest near the fireplace, then place them all down on the rug in front of the hearth.

“Sit.”  I pull her down as I crouch, leaning back on my heels until she’s sitting in the middle of the makeshift bed.  “I’ll get the fire blazing, get the last of that chill out of you, baby.”

I see the flicker in her eyes when I call her ‘baby’ and want to tell her when I say it, it makes my heart skip a beat.

I feel so connected to her. I have for a long time, but now that I’ve touched her, kissed her, managed to string more than a couple words together with her, there’s a buzzing in my heart and mind.  I want all of her.  Her body, sure, but I want her heart.  Her mind.  Her spirit.

I want to own her fucking soul.

Because I’ll care for it like no one else. 

As I’m working on the fire, I hear the low ringing on my phone.

Eve’s head snaps up and she bites into her bottom lip.

“I grabbed the phone off the seat when I picked you up.”  I reach into my back pocket and look at the screen.

Cedar Terrace.

“Hello?”  I answer, hitting the speaker button.  I want her to hear who I’m talking to.  I don’t want there to be any question about other girlfriends or any of that shit.  Hopefully we’re past that.

“Christopher? It’s Howard Stevens.”  My heart jerks in my chest.

“Is my mom okay?”  My first instinct is that something has happened.  The only other time I hear from the folks over there is when Mom needs a medication refill that I’ve missed.  And I just took her supply and dropped it there earlier today.

“Yes.  Your mom is fine. Cursing like a sailor on leave.”  Howard snorts a quick laugh before finishing.  “It’s just.  Hey, this is a little out of the realm of professionalism, but I got a call from Eve’s friend. Audrey.  Eve was supposed to meet her this evening, but it’s getting late.  And, well, she isn’t answering her phone.  And, um, I know she was supposed to come your way to get a tree...”  He clears his throat. “I’m sorry, we’re just worried something might have happened. The weather sucks tonight...”

“She’s okay.  She had some car trouble but she’s here.  Do you want to talk to her?”

“No.”  He answers back quickly.  “We just wanted to be sure she’s okay.  Weather is bad, don’t think you’ll get out tonight, especially up there where your place is. I’ll let Audrey know she’s okay. And, if she can’t make it in tomorrow—”

“I’ll be there.”  Eve interjects.

“We’ll see.”  I counter.

“Okay.”  I hear the smile in Howard’s voice.  “You two kids figure it out.  Call me if you can’t come in, Eve, I’m sure we can cover—”

She cuts him off again, “I said I’ll be there, Howard.”

“Thanks for checking on her.”  I answer over Howard’s chuckle.

“Have a good evening.”  He finishes with a goodbye and I click off.

“You’re going to need to drive me to work tomorrow.” 

I look at her for a long, hard moment, then ask, “You don’t have any family, or anyone you were going to be with tomorrow?”

She shakes her head and I wonder about her family.  Maybe she doesn’t even have any

“No.  Just going to work.  Audrey invited me to their Christmas dinner, but I’d actually planned to just stay over on my shift and hang out at Cedar Terrace.”

I think about questioning her more, but something in her eyes tells me that’s not a subject that will make her merry and bright, so I let it go for now.  But I want to know everything about her.  The good, the bad and the dirty, so I make a mental note to delve into what could be a sensitive subject at a better time.

“Eve, if the weather is going to keep this up...” I wave my hand to the window.  “Neither of us are going anywhere tomorrow.”

“Wrong.  I’m going to work.”

“Baby, I’m not taking any more chances with you. I made that mistake already.  You’re staying here tonight and we will see about tomorrow.”

She starts to protest but I reach down and put a finger over her lips. She’s bold, but there’s this underlying shyness that pierces my heart and brings out a protective instinct I didn’t know I had.

She pushes out her bottom lip into my finger and I pull it away, moving back to load up the low fire with fresh logs.

“But tomorrow is Christmas. You don’t even have a tree. Isn’t that a little ironic? You live on this Christmas tree farm and you don’t have a tree?”

My gut turns as I’m reminded of my dad.

I look down to see the tenderness in her eyes and I want to give her everything in this world that will make her smile.  Suddenly, the heaviness of the hole in my life where my dad should be is just a little lighter.  It doesn’t go, I don’t think it will ever go, but Eve makes it easier to bear.

And she wants a tree.

I have to give her a tree.

“I do have a tree.”  I step toward the front door.  “Stay right there.”

With that, I’m out the front door and grabbing one of the wooden stands we keep in the chest on the front porch.  In years past, we would have six or seven trees on the porch and front lawn, all lit up and decorated.

I grab the hammer and nails, attach the wooden X to the base of the tree that’s laying in the back of my truck and drag it in through the front door.

When I get inside, I shake out the branches and stand it up, looking over to see such joy in her eyes.

“It’s the perfect tree.”  She smiles and I want to make love to her for days.  “My perfect tree!”

She brings her hands together in front of her in this cute as fuck little clap.

I maneuver around the furniture to place the tree in the open space front of an expanse of windows just to the left of the fireplace.  The ceilings in here soar to twenty feet and the tree she picked is small at around eight feet, but it’s as perfect as any we’ve had before.

“You’re a perfect tree picker.”  I settle next to her on the blankets.  It’s hard as hell not to push her down and sink into her, especially knowing that under my shirt she’s got nothing else on.  But sometimes other things have to come first.  Like earning her trust. Letting her know I want all of her, not just her body.  “You want to decorate it?”

Her eyes light up.  “Can we?”

“Yep.  I’ve got boxes of lights and decorations.  If that’s what you want, that’s what we will do.  On one condition.”

“What?”

“Kiss me, Eve Cupid.” I lean into her and take her mouth.

When her hands come up to hold my cheeks and press herself into me, I think every Christmas wish I ever had just came true.