3. Eddy

Chapter three

Eddy

B y the time we got home, it was even colder outside, if that was possible. So much colder than Sacramento’s normal weather. “Ugh…Brock, think we’re going to get snow for Christmas?”

“You never know. We normally don’t get much, if any. But it’s plenty cold, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” It snowed at the party when we got engaged, making the moment simply magical. But it didn’t stick. Not to mention the weather warmed significantly the next day. But now…I shivered as I stomped out of my boots. “Maybe we can get the fireplace going. Ohmygawd!”

“What?”

“I forgot stockings.” I ran through the hall and into the living room. We’d decked out the mantel with garland and the one strand of twinkle lights that actually worked. But it needed stockings for sure.

“We’ll get some. But if we’re going to light it now, it’s probably good not to have felt hanging in front of it.”

“Yeah, okay. Sure.”

Brock worked on getting the logs going while I dashed upstairs. I wanted to bring down a few blankets and pillows and get cozy in front of the fire. It was one thing we hadn’t done in this house yet. I slipped a bottle of lube in my pocket before trundling downstairs with my cozy cache. I spread everything out but wanted a bit more. I pushed two chairs closer and tossed a light quilt over them. It was the perfect size to drape over everything and stiff enough to give a little structure to my blanket fort.

“Ooh…” Brock bent to unlace his boots. “I want in there.”

“Uh-uh-uh.” I wagged my finger at him, then pointed at the fort. “This is a no-clothes-zone.”

“You still have clothes on.” When Brock pouted, which wasn’t often, it was a glorious thing. I couldn’t keep my lips from his when that bottom one poked out.

I kissed him softly, then nibbled at his lip. “I was in construction mode. But now…” I held my hands over my head and took a step back. “Watch this.” I pulled my clothes off as quickly as I could, camping it up. I liked being silly with Brock and felt free with him. The side benefit was getting him to laugh. When his dark bedroom eyes sparkled with mischief, it was like I brought him a joy he couldn’t get anywhere else. It made my heart flutter every single fucking time. “Wah-la!” I held my hand up to show him I was now naked. Except for my socks, but it was cold, and a chill almost immediately raced up my spine, giving me bumps down my arms. I shivered overdramatically. “I’m getting in.” I crawled under the blankets into the cozy nest I made.

Brock grumbled something, but he didn’t take very long to get naked and join me. “You…” He grabbed me, pulling me close so my face smooshed into his furry chest. “You have been driving me crazy all day with your wiggling around and commando- talk.” He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “I want you, and I’m not waiting.”

“Well…you have to wait just a minute longer.”

“Why?” Oh, my big bear was getting growly in the best possible way.

I pointed to where I’d dumped my clothes. “I left the lube out there.”

“Where?” He leaned out and riled through my clothes.

“Pants pocket.”

“Ah…got it.” Then he was back, cuddling me and scruffing my neck with his beard. “I love you, Eddy. I want you to know that.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“I love your fort, too.”

“Mmm…you’re almost too big for it. Oh, look.” I turned so we could see the fire. “Great job, babe.”

“Thanks.” He buried his face in my neck again and squeezed me a bit. Then his hands wandered up my back, down my arms.

I touched him too. Sometimes, I touched him to make sure this was all real. “I’ve never been this happy in my whole life.”

“Good.” He kissed me, slow and sweet. I tried to put my feelings into it. It was not a simple kiss, not consumed with passion, but love and depth. But yes, heat. As our tongues lazily chased each other, that heat grew, followed by want. Then, it went deeper. And all along, it was accompanied by the dance of our hands, exploring each other.

“I need you, Brock.” I slid my hand over his cock and slowly stroked it.

Brock moaned and thrust his hips up. “Get ready. Let me watch you.”

I sat up, thankful it was a blanket roof instead of wood. Grabbing the lube, I went to work on my hands and knees. My sticky, lube-covered fingers teased my ass open until I was satisfied it was enough. “Want to ride you.” I climbed on top of him, pausing to slick him up before positioning his dick at my hole. Then, slowly sat on it, taking him in, inch by inch.

Once I was seated, I began to move. Brock grabbed my hips and helped me along while flexing his. The pace was leisurely while we enjoyed each other, the feel, the heat. Until. He hit my prostate—the magic button—and just like that, I was ready for more. “Brock! Fuck me.”

He flipped me over, taking down the quilt-roof in the process. But I did not care. The fire was crackling, the floor was cushioned, and Brock was inside me. Moving faster. Grunting. Moaning.

Our bodies slapped together, and I flexed to meet him with each pounding thrust. Quickly, I moved to that feeling on the edge of coming but not. I wanted to stay there forever with Brock looming over me, moving inside me, holding me in thrall. I didn’t want to come because then it would be over. At the same time, I needed the orgasm that lingered out of reach.

Brock brushed his lips against my ear. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you…”

“No…I don’t want to stop.”

Brock chuckled. “We can always do it again.” He pushed forward, as much of him inside me as possible, then he pulled out. Again. And again.

I lifted my ass off the floor, searching for the perfect angle, and when he hit it again, I exploded, no longer able to hold it back. Brock kept fucking me through it until, finally, he stopped and grunted. I felt him come hard.

Afterward, we cleaned up and put the roof back on our little blanket house. Then we snuggled up. I was home in this man’s arms.