Chapter 40

 

Chloe

 

 

I WANTED GRAHAM so badly and it was frustrating because the road conditions were still horrible and we were out in the middle of nowhere. Plus, I didn’t know how much pain he was really in and didn’t want to hurt him.

“Maybe we should wait until you’re not so sore,” I suggested.

“It’s going to hurt more if I have to wait,” he replied with a devilish smile. “Believe me.”

I smiled back. “Maybe we should find a motel?”

“I love that idea, but I don’t think there are any for several miles.”

“Damn,” I pouted, biting my lower lip.

He reached over and ran a hand over my thigh. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I’ll find us something.”

His touch sent shivers up and down my leg. Yes, I was still angry at him for thinking that I’d had sex with Cleaner, but I was willing to forgive him. After all, I knew he’d been cheated on the previous year and probably had some major trust issues.

After a couple more strokes of his hand on my thigh, he moved it away. “Fuck, I need you naked. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. How do you feel about back roads?”

“Depends on if you’re talking about mine?” I replied, grinning evilly.

 “God, woman… you really are naughtier than you look. I think Santa is going to have to teach you a lesson,” he said, adjusting himself while looking at me with wild, hungry eyes.

 Just thinking about the implications made the flesh between my legs spasm. “I’m going to hold you to it.”

He grinned.

After another half of a mile, Graham turned down a dirt road and we drove until something caught his eye. He slammed on the brakes, barely missing a large deer that hoped into our path. The SUV skidded and suddenly, we were stuck in a ditch.

“Dammit,” Graham said, putting the truck in reverse. He tried backing up, but it only made things worse.

“Did you try putting it into 4-Low?”  I asked.

“Yes,” he snapped. “Of course.”

I scowled at him. “You don’t have to be so grouchy,”

“I’m not grouchy. I’m just frustrated.”

“Well, don’t take it out on me.”

Growling in the back of his throat, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the SUV.

“Fuck!” he hollered after noticing how bad things were on the outside of the truck.

I rolled down the window. “Should we call for help?”

“We can’t. My phone is dead. Remember?” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I’m going to have to walk up the road and see if there’s a house nearby with a phone.”

“I’ll come with you,” I said, rolling up the window.

He jumped back into the truck. “You’re not going anywhere. Just stay here where it’s warm and safe.”

“Safe?” I replied, looking outside and into the darkness. “I feel like we’re in the scene of a horror movie and as soon as you leave, I’m going to get murdered. Or, you’re going to get killed trying to find help. I’ll just sit here waiting and waiting and waiting for you.”

“You’ve been watching too many movies. I’ll be back,” he said, opening up the door again.

“I’m serious, Graham. I’m not staying here,” I said firmly.

He stared at me for a few seconds and then sighed. “Fine. Grab the flashlight from the glove compartment. Please.”

“Okay.”

 

It was cold and of course the snow was deep, making it hard to walk fast. Fortunately, there was an old farm house up the road. We walked up and onto the porch.

“This doesn’t look very promising,” I said, as he knocked on the door. The place actually looked deserted. The lights were out and there weren’t any vehicles parked outside. There was a large, old barn, but it was obviously rundown and empty. There was barely even a roof on it.

“Come on,” Graham muttered, shivering. All he had on was the Santa outfit and the T-shirt underneath. It certainly wasn’t warm enough to protect him very long from the elements. We needed to get him warm.

I reached out and knocked harder.

“I think you’re right. Nobody is home,” he said, trying the knob. To our surprise, it was open.

“Okay, this is creepy. Maybe we should think about this,” I said as he pushed the door open. This was definitely beginning to feel like a scary movie.

“I’m freezing my ass off. We’re just going to look for a phone, okay? So, I can call Tank.”

I nodded.

He stepped inside first. “Hello?! Anyone home?!”

Spotting a light switch, I tried turning on it on, but there was nothing.

“Well, that’s that,” he said, sighing. “The electricity isn’t working. There’s no furniture,” he said, staring into the dark living room. “Obviously, the owner of this place isn’t going to have a working phone either.”

“At least it’s warmer in here than out there.”

“That’s the only good thing.”

I let out a ragged sigh. “Let’s at least look around and see if there’s a landline. Maybe the phone company forgot to turn off the service here and we’ll find one somewhere?”

“Your cup is always half full, isn’t it?” he asked in amusement.

“Most of the time, yes. I try to stay positive,” I replied, walking across the wooden floor, the sound of my heels echoing loudly in the darkness.

“I guess that’s pretty commendable on your part,” he said. “Especially having dated an asshole like Brent.”

“Thanks.” I walked into the kitchen first and found that just like the rest of the house, it was empty.

“Anything?” he asked, coming up behind me.

I sighed. “No.”

“You know, I guess this isn’t so bad,” he murmured, sliding his arms around my waist. “We’re alone. It’s dry. And you’re so very… hot.”

He pushed my hair to the side and blazed a warm trail of his own down the side of my neck with his lips. Closing my eyes, I sighed in pleasure as his hand slid under my sweater, to my breasts. Squeezing them, he groaned his approval.

“Mm… Graham,” I whispered, tilting my head back. I could feel his cock pressing against my buttocks as he fondled my breasts. Finding the clasp on my bra, he opened it up and released them.

“I’m going to come just touching you,” he said, cupping my bare breasts. Finding my nipples, he squeezed and rolled the nubs between his fingers, creating delightful shockwaves down to my core.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Biting my earlobe he lowered his hand to my jeans and unbuttoned them again. “Let’s try this again,” he whispered, unzipping them.

Anticipating his touch, I froze as his fingers slid down the front of my panties and he touched my mound.

“Fuck,” he growled, finding my clit. “You’re so wet.”

  Gasping in pleasure, I whimpered and moaned as he fingered me, one hand on my breast, the other down below, strumming. Within seconds, he brought me to orgasm.

“God, I’d love to just bend you over the counter and fuck this pretty wet pussy of yours,” he said, sticking his finger inside of me and then a second, moving in and out. “But, I think I want to see you come for me again first.”

Closing my eyes I began to moan again, wishing it was his cock inside of me. I began begging him for it.

“Patience.” Graham removed his hand and turned me around. Staring at me with hot, burning lust, he pulled off my sweater and pushed the bra away from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, grabbing both of my breasts in the palms of his hands. Lowering his warm mouth, he took one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, rolling and sucking the nubs, making love to my breasts until he decided he wanted more.

“Take off your pants,” he said, stepping back.

I took the boots off first and then the jeans, meanwhile watching him remove the Santa suit. Soon, he was standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of black Jockeys. The moon shined through the kitchen window, over his muscular chest and arms. There didn’t seem to be much bruising, which was a relief. Just pure, male sexiness. If that wasn’t eye candy enough, the hard outline of his cock made my mouth water.

“Put your boots back on,” he ordered, his voice husky.

I did what he asked while he watched, fucking me with his eyes.

“Damn,” he said, after I zipped up my boots and stood up straight. He moved in front of me and grabbed a hold of my panties. “I like these, but there in the way,” he said, ripping them off of me.