Page 43 of Dumped for a Christmas Tree Farmer

I step into her space, turning her around so I have the honor of zipping her back up. I let my fingers trace against the bare skin, so smooth beneath my calloused hands. Goosebumps erupt beneath my touch, and I bend low to whisper against the shell of her ear. “Take off your panties, Indigo.”

She inhales sharply, hesitating for just a moment before lifting the silky fabric, hooking her thumbs into her panties and pulling them down past her boots.

I bend down to pick them up, bringing the lacy material to my nose and inhaling deeply.

“Your cunt smells so good, sweetheart. Are you gonna make me sit out there with all those people knowing I could just take you home and bury myself deep in it?”

Her eyes flicker with lust, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.

“Oh . . . you like that, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.” I take her hand, pulling her toward the swinging doors. “Come on. You’re gonna sit on my lap all night.”

“Mav . . .”

“Come, Indy,” I order as I slip her thong into my pocket.

A faint blush hits her cheeks, her chest heaving at the intentional innuendo I had just left here in the kitchen. We push through the doors, the music loud, the patrons jolly and halfway drunk, all except for the two sitting in our booth, stone-cold silent as James scrolls through his phone. The main lights are still off, but Bella has placed candles on the tables, and the fairy lights wrapping around the beams above us create enough darkness for what I have planned for my pantiless Indigo.

Holly spots us first, slipping her arm around James’s, plastering a huge megawatt smile on her face.

“There you are. We’re getting hungry, aren’t we, honey?” Holly says.

“I could eat,” James mumbles, his eyes raking down Indy’s dress.

I slip into the booth first, holding out my hand to help her in and, as promised, pull her directly onto my lap. The little gasp I hear escaping her lips lets me know she feels my cock nestling against her ass. It’s hard, thick, all blood flowing south, so when I start to peel up the hem of her dress, I can blame the lack of blood in my brain for thinking it’s a good idea. To her credit, her delicate fingers clench mine, halting any further exploration. Her dress is halfway up her thigh, but I round my hands, moving them to her hips, slipping the fabric from under her, letting the front part fall forward.

“What are you doing?” she hisses through clenched teeth.

I wait until Holly and James are at the bar, distracted by Bella taking their orders. The high backs of the booths make our table semi-private, but we still have a view of the bar to our left.

Unzipping my pants, I thank Bella for having the good sense to turn off the overhead lights until the bar was only lit by the twinkling fairy lights above. The mood of the room shifts as bodies become hazy even from a close distance. I unzip my pants, slipping my cock out, hiding it beneath the back of Indy’s dress.

In the shell of her ear, I whisper, “Lift up, Indigo.”

She clamps down, pushing her full weight onto my thigh, ignoring me.

“Indigo. Lift up, or I’ll bend you over this table and show everyone just how wet I make you.”

James glances over at us, and I give him a wink. To him it will just look like Indy is shifting to get comfortable, wriggling in my lap. But Indy and I know differently. She shifts, her bare thighs rubbing against my jeans. I line myself up, the tip of my head coated with her slickness before I pull her back down. Every inch feels like I’m closer to heaven until I bottom out. The hand splayed against her stomach feels her suck in a deep breath as she wiggles to get comfortable. Yeah, there’s no getting used to that, not as the walls of her inner muscles clamp around me, stretching against the intrusion.

She rocks back and forth until I clamp her down. Still.

“No moving, Indigo. You’re going to keep my cock warm for me whilst we enjoy this nice meal together,” I whisper.

Her dress is covering what we’re doing, the silky material fanned out over my legs. The table hides my hand as I grip her thigh. Thank God for the mouthwateringly high slit to the hidden side of her leg. I’ve made sure no one can see that my cock has embedded itself in her, but the tic in James’s jaw and the narrowing of his eyes tell me he knows something is going on. I doubt the homecoming king will suspect his ex is sitting here with another man’s cock in her whilst they eat their macaroni.

But I know Indy in a way that this cheese dick couldn’t even imagine after nearly a year with her. I know she’s determined, she’s adventurous, she wants to push the limits of her life here in Bear Hills. She wants to feel wanted, desired, like someone’s priority. All whilst having someone utterly devoted to her. The right man. Not the man she wanted, not the man she made up in her head, but the man I am. The man I intend to be. Because the second she pulled her panties down, I knew she was mine. Not the spoiled princess sliding into the booth opposite us, not any other woman in Seattle. No one comes even close to the way Indy makes me feel. The way she’s captured my attention, my thoughts, my heart. I really like this girl—a lot. I think everything with Holly, all the bullshit that’s led me to Bear Hills, has all been for this woman squirming on my lap.

“Conversation is flowing, I see . . .” Bella jokes, placing down our cheeseburgers first and then Holly and James’s macaroni.

“Apologies, James, Holly.” I nod to them. “Indy and I are a little tired, aren’t we? Busy afternoon.”

“You’ve been helping at the B&B?” Holly asks, her fork playing with the macaroni.

“Yeah, Indy was a little stressed earlier, so I helped her with a load”—I pause for dramatic effect before Indy pinches my thigh, her ass rolling in minuscule circles—“of chores. Given my background in property maintenance, it made sense.”

“You’ll be able to stay in one of the rooms now rather than Indy’s cottage,” James says, stabbing his meal.

“Nah, I think I’m good. You don’t mind, do you, sweetheart?” I thrust my hips up, and Indy groans, quickly coughing into her napkin.