The Peter Heater
by Trixie Stilletto
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-044-3 (Electronic)
Cover by Trace Edward Zaber
Copyright © 2011
Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / Rubenesque
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella (23K words)

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Goin' down...

Yarn shop owner Priscilla Destiny has nearly given up on her business. Sales have been slow, making for another miserable Christmas. Then she crashes her car into the barn of a remote mountain cabin. On Christmas Eve. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. Or can they?

Comin' up...

Losing a million dollars has shaken more than Peter Chance's confidence. He trusted someone and look where it got him -- alone in the Carolina mountains with a serious problem on his hands. "Erectile dysfunction" used to be something he occasionally heard on late night TV. Now those two little words have become his physical reality. That is, until curvy Priscilla crashes into his barn. Just looking at her tennis shoes gives him a woody, and things start looking up... and up... and up.

Sinking fast...

Priscilla's stuck with a gorgeous guy who can't seal the deal, but she's not going to let another Christmas disaster stop her from taking control of her life. After all, she's great with her hands. When it comes to knitting, that is. And she's about to prove to Peter that a well spun yarn can heat up more than his lonely little cabin...

..."You are incredibly beautiful," he said, following so he was on his knees beside her.

"Thank you." The reply seemed gauche, but she didn't care when he touched her. It was one finger at first, a gentle glide that started as an outline of her lips, moved down over her chin and neck, resting briefly at the beat of her pulse before moving across her chest, where it hovered for a few delicious seconds over the top of her right breast. She could feel the girls swelling at his touch and her nipples hardening against the sheer silk she wore.

Lower, she could feel the dampness against the crotch of her panties where her arousal was growing as well. He started plying one nipple with his fingers, and Priscilla would have sworn he had to be a maestro of the Atlanta Symphony the way he had her body singing. She pressed her legs together to ease the tingling between her legs and arched her hips in an effort to press her breast more securely in his hand.

He stretched out so he was lying on his side next to her and continued to stroke her breast. His breathing was a little rapid, but she felt like she was running a marathon.

"That feels wonderful," she said, "but, you know, we don't have to stay with foreplay."

She hoped he wouldn't take the words wrong, but she wanted to let him know, especially with his problem, that she was ready for anything he needed.

"You don't like this?" he queried. A frown crossed his face.

"Oh, no. I love it," she hastened to assure him. She wasn't an expert in sex relations, although she sensed he was thinking she was complaining. "It's great. I'm just saying…"

She decided it would be best if she just kept her mouth shut. Especially since he leaned toward her and started kissing the nipple he'd been massaging. When he took the nipple, silk and all, completely in his mouth and started suckling, she moaned. That moan became a cry of delight when the fingers of his other hand delved under the waist of her panties and found the heart of her.

She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feelings racing through her.

The next thing she knew, her panties were down at her knees and his mouth and hand had left her body. She counted to five and then opened her eyes, prepared to see him about to leave her. Had she somehow given him the signal to stop?

What she saw took her breath away in another way. He had his pants unzipped and off. He had been going commando. Wasn't that a handy state of affairs? His dick was long, thick and had a slight upward bend in it. She didn't know dicks that size existed outside of Hollywood.

"Wow! That's an impressive big boy." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She looked up at his face, but, instead of seeing embarrassment, she saw pride. "And it looks like he's in a big hurry."

He chuckled. "God, I hope so."

She smiled and reached her hand out to lead him home. Touching the hardened heat of his meat, she couldn't resist a little caress across his knob. "Well, let's get this boy home to Momma."

He laughed and then groaned as she pulled him gently toward her. She opened her legs and he settled in the hollow of her pussy, his body aligning naturally with hers. His tip was just starting inside her when he stopped.

She closed her eyes and prayed there wasn't anything wrong.

"Damn. I don't have any condoms," he said. "I wasn't expecting…"

"Don't worry. I'm on the pill and I don't have any diseases."

"I don't either. I've had every test in the world trying to discover what was wrong," he said.

"Well, from where I'm lying, I'm not seeing anything wrong. The next bit has to be up to you, though," she said. She grinned up at him. His face was so close she could see the slight beard stubble where he hadn't shaved in a while. It made him even sexier than he had been before. "So what's it going to be, big boy? Play or no?"

"Oh, definitely play," he said.

Then he thrust, and Priscilla literally felt it from the tips of her toes to the top of her head...

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