Chapter 4

Four

JUSTIN

W hen we work on the dishes together, she dances and sings some Christmas song, though the holiday has passed. My lips tighten to contain the smile it brings me, but I swat her ass with the drying towel and she yelps, then playfully punches me in the arm.

“You okay working down here? I’m about finished upstairs, but still need to do some carpentry trim in the rooms.”

Biting her lip, her cheeks blush as she gazes up at me with an affirmative nod. God, I’m getting hard again. I could take her, but she’s a virgin. And eighteen. This needs to be something more, and she needs to make a wiser decision. I don’t want to be that guy for her. One who took her and didn’t see her again after a month. That’s not me. I’m a one woman man.

Or I was.

Kimberley was the only woman I’d been with before I stuck my face in this little girl’s pussy. And part of me thinks I should feel guilty about that. But I’m more concerned with the fact I don’t. Not at all.

“See you, snowflake.”

“I’ll have dinner ready at six.”

Somehow, I have to make it until sunset to gaze upon her beautiful face again. I plug my earbuds in and put on another boring book to keep my mind occupied while I finish with the upstairs. Occasionally, scents of pine and vinegar, cedar, and lavender waft up to my nose. Then, the glorious smell of something delicious.

When I head to the staircase, I pause. The living room is gleaming. Better than I’ve seen it, maybe ever. Floors shine under the lamplight, and a roaring fire blazes in the stone fireplace. Even the furniture looks fresh. Old and worn, but clean.

The dining room, front entry, and hall are all of similar quality. She seems to have gotten old traffic stains out of the entry rug. With her touches upstairs, things should be ready to go by the end of the month.

Sliding my screwdriver into my tool belt, I head into the kitchen, where a large pot pie sits in the middle of the table. The kitchen is another sight to behold. Perfectly polished countertops and floor. Fake flowers sit in an old vase, adding to the ambiance. She must have found them in a closet.

As if she’s a game show host, she spreads her arms wide and flashes a broad smile, which makes me light up inside as warm as the flames from the fire in the living room. “What do you think?”

“I’m really fucking impressed. You’re a hard worker. I guess I should give you a raise.” I furrow my brow while rubbing my beard. “I guess that was another thing we hadn’t discussed yet. Sit. Eat.”

She wiggles her hips as she does while I dish her out a bowl of the pot pie, then some for myself. Waving my fork in her face, I tell her, “How much did Jake say I’d pay you?”

“Um, he said three thousand for the month, and that included room and boarding. I couldn’t afford to stay anywhere else, and that seemed good to me.” Her lips purse to blow on her bite, and I tilt my head to observe it. My cock jumps in my jeans.

“Bah. I’ll give you eight grand. That includes party preparation.” The savory flavors hit my palate, and I groan. “Fuck, this is good. Eat. You’re not eating.”

“Th-that’s a lot of money. Thank you.”

Shrugging, I scoop in another forkful. “You’re earning it. Keep up the hard work.” Her smile brightens up the room, and I’m so very curious to know her. Do I give in? It’s such a bad idea to get involved with her… “So a farm, huh? Back home?”

Between bites, she nods. “Yeah, my grandparents. I live in Verona with my parents and younger brother. But my parents are very busy with their careers, so they shipped us off to our grandparent’s farm a lot. It’s where I learned everything I know. This place reminds me of there.” Looking down, she takes a deep breath and drinks a sip of water. “There was a woman in a picture I found. She… You were married?”

Placing my fork on the table, I wipe my beard of the crust crumbs and give her face a once over. She’s eager to learn about me. And maybe for the first time in years, I’m ready to let someone.

“Yeah. Her name was Kimberley. She died about seven years ago. I left here to work on an oil rig, just to get my head on straight. My parents died about three years ago, and this place has been unused since. I have a younger brother, but he’s a lumberjack and away most of the time, like I was. He’s wanting to retire from it, though. Otherwise, it’s just been me on a boat.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She says it differently from other people. January means it. But it’s difficult to explain the hardships I endured throughout the year Kimberley died.

Clearing my throat, I cast the conversation off myself. “What about you? Anyone special in your life?” Please say no .

“Uh, I mean… No. My friend Winter is the closest person to me, but I don’t want to bother her on her honeymoon.”

My finger reaches out to brush a piece of pot pie from her cheek as a small chuckle escapes my chest. “The wedding was nice. It was just… difficult for me. It was where I got married.”

Her lips part and I press the pad of my thumb to her bottom one. “Oh. That makes sense.”

“Suck this.” When I press further into her mouth, her tongue swirls the tip and makes my cock surge with blood. Pre-cum oozes from my dick and my free hand latches onto it over my jeans, begging myself not to spill and make another mess.

The heat of her breath melts my icy heart from its hard memories when she whispers, “Can I try to suck you in other places?”

My eyes shut to play her words over in my mind. To relish them. Is this fair to her? Is it even fair to me? She’s a temporary employee, and things could get messy for the next three weeks. But what she’s offering, I don’t think I can refuse.

“Get under the table on your knees like a good girl.” Scrambling, she does as she’s told, which only makes my dick press against my zipper more. The chair scrapes across the hardwood when I scoot back and place my hands on my thighs. Her big blue eyes look up at me for the next instruction. “Open my fly and take out my cock.”

Little eager fingers unbutton my jeans, then unzip them. Her tiny hand pulls down my boxers. She almost bangs her head on the table as she gasps with shock. “Th-that’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be.”

“I’m a big man. But we’ll teach you how to take it. Grab the base and stick your tongue out.”

With a little trepidation, she does, then presses her wet tongue against the weeping mushroom head. My body jerks forward as I almost spray on her face. “Fuck! That’s it. Shh. Sorry.” She snaps back for a moment, scared of my reaction, but I lace my fingers through her fluffy blonde locks and stroke some behind an ear to calm her.

“Is that right?”

“Yes. That’s exactly right. Now, press a big kiss to the tip there. See that bead on top? Take it inside you, snowflake. Tell me what you think of the taste.”

Her lips part as she presses them to my reddened head and licks up the drops of pre-cum surging through me. “Mm, it’s salty. And kind of bitter.”

I can’t help the smile that spreads my lips wide. My hand moves lower to behind her neck, and I gently encourage her forward. “That’s right. Can you take more inside your little girl mouth?” She nods and slides me deeper until she gags, then pulls back. “It’s okay if you gag. Just keep trying. Here, let me help.” Curling my fingers around some of her locks, I press her down and up my shaft in a rhythm. “Relax your throat. There you go. Good girl.”

One of my hands grips the edge of the table, trying to keep myself from coming too soon. This is the best head I’ve gotten. Mainly because she’s so inexperienced, and also because she’s so willing to please me. “Look up at me, snowflake.” She does and saliva seeps from the corners of her mouth beautifully. “ Damn… you’re so fucking beautiful taking this huge cock in your mouth. Uh, you’re such a big girl now.”

She gets back to work on me, and I wrap my hand around hers, showing her how to stroke me while using her mouth. Her whimper vibrates down my dick all the way to my balls, my spine tingling with the need to release myself inside of her. “Gonna fill your belly with my cum. You ready? Drink it all, snowflake.” Her eyes glance up at me curiously as I spurt the first rope to the back of her throat. Latching onto my thighs, she tries to back up, but I push her head farther down. “No, don’t pull away. Take all of me.”

Some coughs escape her as her fingers dig into my skin, but mainly, I’m in fucking ecstasy with how much I come. Ream after ream spurt straight down into her, and all I can think of is… I can’t wait to fill her tiny little pussy with all this pent up seed.

I let her go, and she swipes at her lips with the back of her hand. Her flushed face smiles expectantly. “Was I okay?”

Bending closer, I hold her face, give her forehead a kiss, then press mine to it. “Perfect. My perfect, precious snowflake.” I shouldn’t be having these feelings or leading her on like this. Tucking myself back in, I point to her seat. “Now get back up here and finish your dinner, young lady. That was just the appetizer.”

By the time the first week and a half of January passes, we know what each other’s favorite songs are. What annoys each other most (her, singing any disco, and me, poking her in the rib to tickle her). What foods we like (me, everything) or don’t (her, anything with cabbage). I’ve eaten her little pussy in the evenings until the taste is a necessity for my dessert. She’s gotten fantastic at knowing exactly how to push my buttons and where they are to make me explode right when she wants me to.

I know she still wants me to take her virginity, but every time I think about it, I feel guilty. She’s leaving in a few weeks, and that’s just not me. I can’t do that. Have her here, enjoy her so much, then watch her leave. That’s not what a girl’s first time should be about. And a woman like this deserves an amazing first time. Not with some old, grumpy brute like me.

But that’s also strange. Being with January is like me being alone. It’s comfortable. Easy. She’s not like anyone I’ve known. Her cheerful demeanor annoys me, but is also exactly what I want to be around.

Every night, she lingers on the stairs as if waiting to see if I’ll invite her to my bed. But I won’t. It’s too far. And I don’t trust myself to not bust her cherry the first time I get her under the sheets. No matter how much I want to.

She’s always got breakfast going for us in the early morning, so when I awaken in the middle of her second week with me and the smell of bacon is missing, my gut tightens with worry. Especially when I see the kitchen is empty, clean, and dark. Taking the stairs two at a time, I hustle to the room she’s using, but she’s not there. Her stuff is, except a phone and purse.

There’s no puffy pink coat in the closet when I check, and by the time I dash out the front door, I’m in a full-blown panic. Snow lies thick and deep over the mountain. It’s piled so high, the driveway isn’t visible, and the sheets of flakes driving down to the ground make it near impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me. Snowed in. I can’t even see if her car is here or not.

My hands tug at the ends of my hair as I sway back and forth, not knowing what to do. Kimberley… The pain returns with the memory of a morning much like this one seven years ago.

Have I lost her?

“Hey! Justin!”

Spinning around, I see January trying to climb through the drifts like she’s swimming. I dig in and rush to her, then lift her out of a deep embankment. When I get us inside the entryway, I place her feet on the ground. My arm grabs her around the waist as I tug her close. “Where the fuck were you?”

Her bottom lip quivers with fear. “I-I went for supplies, but it started snowing so hard, I got stuck. My car’s out there somewhere, and I got scared and came back.”

Lifting her chin with one of my crooked fingers, I scold her harshly. “You will not leave here again without permission.”

Her jaw drops open. “Who are you, my daddy?”

With a deep growl, I narrow my eyes and tell her, “I am now.” Then I toss her over my shoulder and head toward my bedroom.

It’s time to make this little girl mine.