10. Chapter 10

Last night was incredible. She fucking flashed me. Hazel stood naked right in front of me and I’ve never felt more alive. It took every ounce of restraint not to shove my way through the front door and rip that robe off her body. She probably thought the pizza delivery guy was an asshole, but if only she knew how hard it was to maintain my composure after our little encounter. Stupid pre-scheduled text had to go and mess up everything. I wonder how far she would have gone if my stupid fake text hadn’t interrupted us. I was killing some time, shoveling and plowing again while the delivery minutes ticked down. Of course, I didn’t plan on watching her shower. It was a bit of a happy coincidence and once I started watching her, I couldn’t pull my eyes away. My mind was racing, imagining the way she was rubbing the cum-laced soap all over her body and through her hair. Hazel quite literally bathed in my cum and even now, just thinking about it has me so turned on. Last night left me more sexually frustrated than I’ve ever been, but it also taught me something interesting about my girl. There’s no arguing about it either. The girl of my dreams is into some crazy shit, which is good to know because so am I. In fact, I’m into some really freaky stuff and I stayed up all night plotting out an insane sexcapade to act out together. Unable to help myself, I reach down and adjust my erection. I want her so bad.

No.

I need her so bad.

Waiting is going to be torture today. My eyes sweep over the Christmas gift bag taunting. As I lean against the cool marble countertops in my kitchen, I advert my gaze and stir my home-brewed peppermint mocha. ‘Tis the season for candy canes and cocoa. Why shouldn’t that include my coffee? I take a gulp, then release a satisfying sigh. Today is the day I get to feel Hazel’s slick little pussy, wet for me and clenching around my cock while I pound her into falling in love with me. The last two days have dragged on for what feels like forever but the weather is perfect today, and I have all the pieces to my plan set up. Including a special little furry surprise, all for my naughty little Christmas elf.

Before my imagination can start wandering all over again, I turn back around and return to frosting the cookies I baked for her. My knife slides a thick layer of frosting across the last few before I place each of them on the plate next to the others. Once the plate is full and overflowing, I sprinkle them all with a little crushed up molly I mixed into red and green sugar sprinkles. Pulling plastic wrap over the top, I slide them next to the gift bag. This morning I got up bright and early to bake these extra special cookies for Hazel. My secret ingredient is fresh morning cum and just enough Molly to encourage her to let loose. I check the clock for the millionth time as I work on cleaning up, and before I can remind myself that patience is a virtue, my phone rings.

It’s her. I swallow hard, answering confidently. “Mountainside Management, this is Kane. How can I help you?” My tone is cheery and fake.

“Hi, uh, um,” she stammers awkwardly, and fuck if it doesn’t get me even harder hearing the sound of her voice and knowing what I plan to do to her today. “I am staying at my uncle’s place and I am just wondering where can I get some more firewood from? Is there a place in town or a pile somewhere? I didn’t want to go wandering out in the snow without asking first.”

“It’s your lucky day. I was just on my way out the door to plow the snow. How about I swing by and bring some up from beneath the deck for you? There’s a huge pile under a tarp on the downstairs patio.” I reply, trying my best to stay calm.

“Oh, it’s no bother. I can run down and get it. Please don’t trouble yourself. The muffins and coffee were so thoughtful. I can’t thank you enough for stocking the cabin for my stay,” she replies.

“It’s no problem at all. I am happy to get it for you. Your uncle was a good friend of mine. I hope you’ll decide to keep the cabin. It would be a shame to see it go to a stranger.” I bite my tongue, instantly realizing the stranger comment was a slip. I hope she doesn’t catch on.

“If you insist. Let me at least offer you some coffee or cocoa. Honestly, it’s the least I can do. I assume it’s you who has been shoveling and keeping all the snow cleared.”

“Guilty,” I reply, clearing my throat.

“Then I definitely would like to make you a cup of something to show how appreciative I am that you’ve been taking care of all the snow since I arrived. Consider it a tip for setting up the cabin,” she practically begs.

“What kind of grinch would I be if I turned down a cup of cocoa this close to Christmas? You drive a hard bargain, but if you make the cocoa, I’ll bring some cookies down with me for you to enjoy later. I was up early baking this morning and made a big batch.” I’m laying on my charm real thick.

“You bake?!” She says, surprised. “Wow, I’ve never met a man who bakes. I guess that explains the muffins.”

Her voice is airy and light, almost flirty. Of course, it is. She’s sad, lonely, and dreaming of a Christmas love story. I roll my eyes at myself and then drop my voice an octave. “That’s not all I’m good at. You might say I’m a Jack-of-all-trades, the perfect kind of guy to keep around.”

The line is silent. Shit, I scared her off. I clear my voice and try to recover. “For the management company, I mean, because it makes me fantastic at my job as caretaker, ya know?”

“Oh yes, that makes lots of sense,” she replies, laughing nervously.

“I better get the truck warmed up. I’ll see you in, let’s say, fifteen minutes? Is that enough time for you to get some cocoa made?”

“It’s plenty of time,” she replies, her tone more relaxed again.

“Great. I can’t wait to meet Dex’s niece. See you soon.” I hang up, not wanting to risk slipping up again.

It’s time to go meet Hazel and though we’ve met several times now, it’s the first time she gets to meet me as myself. I’m dying to be close to her—to interact with her—and with any luck, make her fall in love with me. This should be easy enough. I’ve taken all the correct steps to get her up here, isolated and all alone with me. She’s heartbroken, vulnerable, and easy to manipulate, or at least I hope she is. My cock strains at the thought of her being vulnerable. I know, buddy, I can’t wait either.

It’s a good thing the truck has a remote start, because I’m a mess from baking despite wearing this festive holiday apron. I press the start button and wait to hear the truck’s engine roar before peeling the apron off and tossing it in the laundry bin as I walk upstairs to change my clothes.

I pull on a fitted red, waffle-knit sweater with a white snowflake printed on the front, a matching plaid Christmas scarf, a pair of thermal pants, and some dark designer jeans. Back downstairs, I slip on my boots and a thermal-lined beanie. It’s freezing out there, and I’m not worried about styling my hair today, not when I’ll be hunting later. Once I’m all bundled up again, I drive down to the cabin, nervous I might accidentally slip and overshare again, but determined not to. When I climb out of the truck, she’s on the front porch decked out in winter gear and waiting, like she plans to help.

“Hi,” she waves, “I’m Hazel. Thank you for the welcome basket.”

“Nice to meet you, Hazel. I’m Kane,” I reply, flashing her a toothy smile. “You’re welcome. I’ll take care of all the snow. You don’t need to worry about helping me.” I wave before turning my back to her and grabbing my shovel.

“Hey, can I ask you a weird question?”

“Sure,” I reply.

“This might sound crazy, but would you, by chance, have been out on your ATV on my property last night?” Her voice is shaky and nervous.

I have to force my face muscles not to react. I want to smile and bask in the glory of what she’s actually asking me. Which is, “Did I strip for you last night and then did you go home and jerk off to the saved video footage from the camera in the bathroom?” And if Hazel asked me that, I would have a very hard time denying it.

“No, why? Did you hear something?” I ask, trying to act concerned.

“I actually thought I saw something—or someone.” She replies.

“Hmm. It’s probably nothing, but if you want me to go out and ride the property line looking for tracks, I don’t mind. With the roads nearly impassible, I doubt the sheriff could even make it out here.”

She shudders when I mention that sheriff. Fuck if it doesn’t satisfy me in some weird way.

“I’ll pass on calling the sheriff. If you don’t mind checking the property line, I really would appreciate it.”

“You got it, Ms. Hazel. Not a problem at all. I’ll be back in no time for that cup of cocoa.”

“I’ll be here.” She says, waving before stepping back inside.

I wave back. Ahhh, Kane, you sly dog. Offering to look for tracks makes the perfect excuse for why your ATV tracks are on her property. No one will argue with the video her doorbell camera just recorded either. My alibi is airtight, as usual. I’m too good at this.

Later, I’ll do a clean pass of me walking to the truck and starting it, so on the camera footage it shows I left. Then I’ll walk the cookies back in, and last but not least, plant my Christmas gift for Hazel on the porch. When I get home, I’ll erase all the footage and wait for her to call me. It’s perfect, absolutely nothing can go wrong.