Page 6 of Her Yule His Log

Shy now, even after what we’d just done. But Bron wasn’t timid or bashful in the least. He pulled out of me slowly, and we both winced a little at the loss. He disposed of the condom, offering me a hand, and pulled me into a princess-style hold before I could protest.

“Bron, I’m too heavy?—”

“Woman, never say that again,” he growled and kissed me hard.

“Well, where are we going?”

“To soak in a bath, baby. I think I used more muscles tonight than I realized I had, and the night is young even if I’m not so young anymore,” he said with a self-deprecating laugh.

“I thought men your age were considered in your prime,” I told him, and he narrowed his eyes at me,

“You calling me old?”

“No! I mean, well, you do have all that gorgeous gray in your hair. How old are you, anyway?” I asked as he placed me down on a stool and started the tub.

It was a huge sunken jacuzzi tub made for two with a fantastic view of the mountain from the large picture window.They must have been triple insulated, because all the rooms were warm, this one, too. I bit my lip in wonder, looking at all the snow. Over a foot of the fluffy stuff covered the ground, and the sky was whited out as more of it fell.

“Beautiful,” I murmured.

“Yes,” Bron agreed, but when I looked at him, his eyes were fixed on me.

A pleasant warmth spread through me, and I realized I was flattered. Not every man I dated told me I was beautiful. And no one ever said it as much as he did in the last few hours. If I wasn’t careful, this man was going to ruin me for all others, but I couldn’t let that happen.

This was just a weekend fling, and I had better remember that. I had too much to lose to let myself get emotionally attached. My heart had already been damaged enough by my ex.

“Here with me, Nat. Remember?”

I started and looked up at Bron. His hand was out, and I took it, letting him lead me to the jacuzzi. The water was just the right temperature and felt sublime as I sunk into the decadent tub.

“Want the bubbles on?” he asked.

I nodded, trusting the expensive cabin had a relatively silent jet system, and it did. He climbed in after me, and I watched the play of muscles across his body as he got comfortable. Once he was where he wanted to be, he tugged me over, putting me across his lap and bringing my head down to kiss him, something I did not mind in the least.

“Mmm. Woman, kissing you is addicting. But I think we should talk a little.”

“Okay,” I conceded, but when I tried to slide off his lap, he held me there. The feel of his hard again cock against my backside made my pussy ache with need, but I cleared my throat, determined to control myself.

“So, tell me, Nat, why are you here?” he asked, and I picked up nothing dishonest about his question. Still, I went with a facetious answer at first.

“Cause you dropped me in your lap like some sexy Santa Claus.”

“Naughty,” he growled, pinching my left cheek, making me yelp.

“Hey!”

“Answer nicely or you’ll be punished,” he teased, but something about the way he said that made me curious.

I squeezed my legs together, wondering how one romp with Bron had me wanting to explore avenues of pleasure I had never even considered before. I bit my lip and considered his question.

“Well, I have a deadline at work, and I’ve been having trouble finishing it. You see,” I said, deciding what the hell, might as well be honest, “I’m a writer.”

“Really? What do you write?”

“Oh, novels.”

“I figured that out, sassy girl. What kind?”

“I have a few series, but my most popular one is about a character who is a recovering alcoholic, and he hunts arsonists and serial killers through unconventional means?—”

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