Bedding Down, A Collection of Winter Erotica (18 page)

With the car battery wedged under the tractor’s seat, Con-

nor road shotgun beside the farmer, clinging precariously to

the slippery tractor. He didn’t have gloves on and his fingers

were freezing. As the tractor made its slow, steady way up the

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road, Connor could see, even through the falling snow that the

farther one went up the road, the easier it was to see the damn orchard. It wasn’t even that much of a hill, but it was enough

of a steady incline to get a perfectly clear view of everything below.

Well, Connor thought, so what if he saw us? At least that

clear view helped the guy see that we were stranded, and he was decent enough to come down and help us.

About fifteen minutes later, Connor opened the car door again

and this time he reached in and popped the trunk. “I think we

have a blanket of some kind in back and a roll of paper towels.

Are you all right?”

He said it with such unguarded affection, Kaylie smiled. “I’m

all right,” she said. “Just a little cold.”

Connor tossed his cell phone onto the front seat. “I canceled

the service call. That farmer is going to call us when the bat-

tery’s done charging. He offered to let us wait up in his barn, but under the circumstances, I thought we’d feel more comfortable

just waiting here in the car.”

“Under what circumstances?”

“I’m pretty sure he saw us, Kay. He was just too polite to say

anything.”

“Wow,” Kaylie said uncomfortably. “That’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? The park ranger in the spring, and now some farmer in a snowstorm. We’re not too good at this ‘sex in the great outdoors’ stuff, are we?”

Connor studied her face for a second before answering. “We

do all right,” he finally said. “Maybe we need more practice,

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what do you think?” Before she could answer, he’d closed the

car door again.

Why had he said
that
, she wondered, and why was she feeling that spark again? Connor didn’t seem angry with her at all

now.

In a moment, she heard the trunk slamming closed. Then the

back door opened this time. Connor tossed in an old blanket

and a roll of paper towels, and then he slid into the backseat.

Kaylie watched him unroll a wad of the paper towels. He began

drying off his snow-covered hair.

“Well?” he said to her. “Aren’t you going to get your ass back

here? We had a little unfinished business, didn’t we?”

“We did?” Kaylie couldn’t believe her ears; was he talking

about having more sex?

“We did; didn’t we? I don’t think you came yet, wouldn’t you

like to?”

Kaylie was delighted. “Yes,” she said doubtfully. “But that

guy . . .”

“Don’t worry about that guy. I think he’s already seen more

than he cared to. To be honest, I think that’s why he’s calling me on the phone when the battery’s done, instead of coming back

down to get me in person: he must think we’re a couple of sex

addicts.”

“Shit,” Kaylie said, finding it funny now. “Do you think he

really saw us?”

“I think he really saw us. I was up there, Kay, and it’s a pretty clear view, even in the snow.”

“Oh my God, I was practically naked!”

“I know you were. I saw, remember?”

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Connor took off his wet coat and laid it over the back of the

driver’s seat. “I’m
freezing
,” he said. “But I have an idea of how to kill an hour and get warm at the same time. Of course, the idea kind of hinged on you getting your ass back here already.”

Kaylie couldn’t refuse him when he talked to her like that.

“Besides, I have a little bone to pick with you,” he went on,

helping her slip over into the backseat.

“I know, honey,” she said. “I’m sorry.” Kaylie’s heart was on

fire again. Did he really mean to see this through? Was it going to happen? Of course it didn’t mean she was going to get pregnant, but she sure as hell was going to try. “I guess the shared body heat will do us both some good, huh? It’s pretty cold in

this car.”

“I think we’ll manage,” he said.

They were in an odd twilight. All the windows were snowed

over now. It was neither light nor dark, and they seemed cut off from the world. Connor unfolded the blanket and tucked it over

the two of them. They sat snuggled close together in the back-

seat. He said, “I can’t decide . . .”

“You can’t decide what?”

“If I should take off my pants or not. They’re wet and very

cold.”

“Then take them off,” she said. “What’s to decide?”

“The thought of putting them back on again in an hour

makes me feel even colder.”

“I see. Well, if you take off yours, I’ll take off mine; does that make you feel less cold? We’ll kind of be in it together.”

“Yes, together,” he said. He looked at her seriously for a mo-

ment. “Kaylie, I want you to know I’m sorry.”

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“My God, for what? What do you have to be sorry for?”

“For letting you get so fed up with me dragging my feet all

the time that it made you—I don’t know—not trust me any-

more. I’d made a vow to myself, you know? Of course not, how

could you know? I never said a word about it, I tried to, but it never came out. It always got stuck in my throat. But I’d made a vow to myself that the next time you told me you were ovulating I wasn’t going to start a fight about it. I was going to make myself be okay with it and just move ahead with this already. It really killed me—what you said before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Before—when you said that you were thirty-two already

and tired of waiting for me to be ready. You made me feel like a little kid, like an immature little kid. And I realized I’m thirty-five already; when the heck do I think I’m going to be ready to start a family with you? I love you. I
want
us to have a family.

What is my problem? I was thinking about it as I was riding on

that guy’s tractor, going up to the barn. You are
so
ready and all I ever seem able to do is work and then obsess about hockey.”

“That’s not true, Connor. That’s not all you do.”

He tossed aside the blanket and kicked off his wet shoes.

“You’re right,” he said. “That’s not all I do.” He unzipped his frozen jeans and began tugging them off. “You know, I think

I’m actually less cold with them off ?”

Kaylie watched as he took off his underwear, too. He wasn’t

erect anymore; he looked positively freezing. “Get back under

the blanket. You’ll catch pneumonia like that.” She threw the

blanket back over him.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he said, snuggling under

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the blanket again—it really was cold in the car. “Didn’t you

offer to make a little deal, pants-wise; or are you chickening

out?”

“I’m not chickening out.” Kaylie threw off her half of the

blanket, kicked off her shoes, and then wiggled out of her pants and her panties. She was already so cold that the leather car seat didn’t feel that much colder. “Are we crazy?” she said.

“I don’t know. Maybe.
Now
what are you doing?”

“I figure I might as well, right?” Kaylie had taken off her

down jacket and now she was pulling her sweater off over her

head.

“I think you
are
nuts. Now you really will freeze.”

“No, I won’t. I’m planning on being under you, and you’re

usually pretty hot.” She unclasped her bra and took it off. Fluffing her down jacket into a loose pile, she used it as a pillow for her head. She lay down on her side of the seat. She didn’t mind at all that she was cold. With her knees up, her thighs open, she knew he had a perfect view, one that was likely to get him in the mood quickly. “Too bad we can’t turn on the radio,” she said.

“This isn’t very romantic, is it?”

“Maybe not romantic,” he said, pulling off his own sweater

in a hurry. He was already back in the mood, and he wanted to

be completely naked with her. “But it’ll be memorable. Besides, we can make up for the lack of romance later.”

“Really? You already know you want to do it again later?” It

felt like too much to hope for; he really was trying to make a

baby with her.

“We’ll be snowed in for at least the weekend, Kay.” He

stretched out between her legs, lying on top of her, trying to

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pull the old blanket over both of them. “We only have two days, three maybe, to surround that little bugger that’s up inside you and nail it, right? Perfect timing, this snowstorm.”

“Thank you, Connor.”

“Please don’t say it like that, like I’m doing you some huge

favor. I love you, Kay.”

She felt his cock coming to life against her belly. She didn’t

want to waste time with foreplay; she wanted to get down to

business—get
life
going. She reached down for his cock and coaxed it to an erection. He leaned close and kissed her, feeling his whole body beginning to stir.

She said quietly, “This time, you won’t have to ask me.”

He didn’t have to say “ask you what,” because he knew what,

and the thought of coming in her now was intensely appealing

to him. This added dimension of new life, of creating life, of

melding who he was with who she was, creating something en-

tirely new and unpredictable that could stand alone from them

and thrive on its own—it was suddenly too compelling, too

unbelievable for words—making babies, how
crazy
and inex-plicable it all seemed. But he wasn’t afraid. Connor kissed her again, this time roughly, passionately, as he worked to get his cock up inside her.

She assisted him in his mission. Still holding on to his cock,

she helped him ease it up into her. She was already wet—in fact, had been wet since the moment he’d told her to “get her ass into the backseat.” She’d known this was coming, that she’d be lying under him, that he would be on top of her—the old-fashioned

way. It suddenly seemed so erotic. Kaylie raised her knees high as his cock pushed in and opened her. She moaned sweetly. He

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was very hard now. She hugged him closer to her and held on

tight. “Really fuck me, Connor,” she said right in his ear. “Fuck me hard; I need to feel it hard today.”

He didn’t answer with words. He braced himself, his arms at

either side of her head, taking the bulk of his weight. Now it was an adrenaline-fueled strength that compelled him to fuck her—

to fuck her very hard. He pushed deeper into her, feeling the wet heat of her hole swelling around his fully erect cock, hugging his shaft at the same time that it made room for him.

How mysterious it all was, this fucking business,
he thought,
this baby-making stuff; how mysterious and how entrancing.

“Oh God,”
she was crying repeatedly, rhythmically. Her need for him delighted him, propelled him in his task to fill her—to make his presence in her good enough and hard enough and

filling enough.

Oh God, oh God.

She kicked off the annoying blanket, spread her thighs wider.

She pushed open her hole for him, so incredibly open.
Oh God
.

He was going in deep. She couldn’t remember it ever feeling

this good, this incredibly enticing. She was so aroused and so

insatiable for sex, for the feel of his cock invading her, going up into her all the way, until it made her cry out—the pain was so deliciously sweet. She kept wanting to feel that tender pain. Her body pushed itself open for just that feeling—that thrust of his cock way up into the center of her. She was hungry for it, that’s what it was; starving for his cock, for him, to be filled with him.

She clung to him tight as they both began to sweat.

In a burst of passion, his rhythm suddenly increased. “God,

Kay,” he said, panting. The thick head of his cock pushed way up
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into her, into that place deep inside her that normally blocked his path; now it too was swelling open for him, thick and fleshy and soft. It felt too good, that place. His cock drove up into it repeatedly, seemingly with a will of its own. It pounded into

her.

Oh shit, yes. I’m going to come.

Her body held itself entirely open now. She’d never felt this

impaled, this delirious with lust.
Yes, yes.
She could feel his whole body stiffen, could tell he was going to come. His breath came

out in little explosive cries, that thin line of ecstasy and agony, as his body jerked against her, propelling his whole world out and up into hers. The constant hammering against her cervix shot

her into orgasm. And for a moment, Connor was entirely rigid,

except for those hard, quick, short little thrusts.

“Shit,” he gasped, panting. “Shit. Oh man, Kay. Wow.” In

an instant, his full weight collapsed on top of her. “Wow,” he

said again. “That was good. Did you come? It felt like you were coming.”

Kaylie was panting just as hard. “Yes,” she said, nodding her