“We had to pack up the live nativity early. My wife stayed with the animal trailer. Essie, the baby here, bolted when the snow started falling. I’ve been looking for her for hours.”
“In a bathrobe?” I say.
“Well, I’ve got boots and snow pants under the robes. Look, the whole ensemble makes more sense when I’ve got my crown,” he says, putting out a hand. “Trey. Trey Wiseman.”
The man called Trey takes out his phone. “I’d better let the my wife know what happened to me.”
I fiddle with the heater to blow warm air directly onto Wiseman and his little camel.
She mewls meekly.
This night is getting weirder by the second.
The plow is scraping away at the snow and ice on the road in front of us.
We are inching along the road, and my phone’s GPS, which Bear has finally agreed to let me use, tells us we are about a mile from the hospital now.
Trey is petting his camel and speaking to her softly. Violet seems to be snoring in the back seat. The family with the baby is obviously enthralled with their little miracle.
And Bear has got one arm around my waist with his hand on the gear shift.
His other hand is on the steering wheel and I’m sitting across his lap with one arm around his shoulders.
My left breast is dangerously close to his sandy whiskers. I find my thoughts wandering, wishing I could feel those whiskers against my bare skin. My nipples turn into little pebbles beneath my sweater.
Bear’s strong jaw is rippling, like he’s angry. Or frustrated with something.
Under my legs, I can feel the large rod, all the way through his rough canvas snow pants.
If I’m not mistaken, I can hear a faint, guttural growl coming from the back of Bear’s throat.
I study his face and he looks like keeping his eyes on the road is literally causing him pain.
“You OK?” I ask in a low whisper.
He nods and says, “C’mere, I need to say something.”
I bend my ear close to his lips. His breath is warm and he’s so close I can feel his bristles brush the back of my jawbone and my throat.
“I got a powerful ache because of you. Before this night is over I'm gonna take you so damn hard.”
I bite my lip and try not to moan as I feel my sex contract in pleasure. His voice sends shivers down my neck, my sternum and has turned my nipples into taut little buds.
I dare to kiss him right at the back of his jaw, below his ear, and I murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, “Let me steer. You can do what you want with that hand. Nobody can see anything from this angle.”
He grunts, but quietly.
Bear lets go of the wheel and I put my hand on it, my eyes on the road, as much of it as I can make out, anyway.
Bear’s free hand glides up my thigh. My long, puffy coat is still on from the last time I hopped out of the truck, so nobody can see when his fingers reach the hottest area between my thighs.
The camel is mewling, people are talking and Violet is snoring, so nobody can hear Bear whisper raggedly as I steer. “Damn. You’re already wet for me under those jeans, aren’t you, weather girl?”
“Umm,” I say softly. I unzip my puffy coat all the way down to give Bear better access. “There’s only one way to find out, but so sorry, I can't unzip my jeans right now.”
He whispers back. “It’s all right. I’ve got one nipple in my face and one hand between your legs. That’s all I need to give my girl what she wants.’
I laugh and reply, “That would be a cute trick. But there’s no way.”