Page 13 of Christmas with Three Cowboys

My mind goes haywire, his body so close but not close enough.

I need more. I’m blind and melting as I take the final step and let my full figure press against him. Colton reacts instantly, his arm snaking around my waist. He pulls me even closer, his breath ragged as he deepens the kiss.

“This is wrong,” I manage, but his lips conquer me again.

His hand moves from my cheek, working its way down, his fingers recording everything along the way while I let mine run through his rich, blonde hair. He tastes like a lazy morning, but the throbbing erection nestled against my belly speaks of something much more fiery and all-consuming.

Instinctively, I part my legs for his hand to freely explore.

His long, nimble fingers sneak past the towel, finding me slick and eager for more. My clit swells under his touch, every stroke bringing me dangerously close to something I’ve only managed to experience by myself in the dark solitude of my cell. He’s doing everything right, though, starting little fires everywhere as he devours my mouth and my soul at the same time.

“Shit,” Colton gasps and suddenly pulls back, his eyes wide and glassy. “I’m… I shouldn’t have. I apologize.”

There it is. The reality. It’s coming back to bite me in the ass. I already miss his touch.

My face feels hot as I try to remember where I am and what I was doing. “No, I apologize. For everything. Excuse me,” I reply and run out like my feet are on fire.

“Melissa!” he calls out, but I’m already up the stairs, my eyes blistering with tears of shame.

“Sorry!” I shout and lock myself in my room.

Panting, I need a moment to pull my thoughts together. They all unraveled somewhere along the way, and I no longer know what to do with myself. My core feels tight. My pussy aches, clenching in a slow and steady rhythm. I look at the bed and realize I need a release so I can think clearly again.

I remove the towel and lay on the bed, letting my fingers do the rest of the work.

With fresh memories of Colton’s sizzling touch forever embedded in my very soul, I use one hand to squeeze my breast and pinch the nipple until it stings, while I let the other work my clit closer to that much needed edge. Closing my eyes, I canalmost feel Colton on top of me, the weight of his hard body pinning me against the mattress.

I slide two fingers inside my pussy, tasting him on my lips.

My release comes hard, and I shudder as I explode, rippling like a newborn sun as I imagine him pumping me full of him, fucking me until I’m breathless and senseless.

I ride that wave for as long as I can.

Then reality comes crashing back down around me.

3

Melissa

The next morning, I stand in the kitchen, flustered as I carry platters of a rich breakfast over to the table.

They’re all here, eager to eat. Darla’s got an eye on me. I wonder if she knows something or if I’m just being paranoid.

“Here you go,” I say, my voice trembling as I place the fruit platter at the center of the table. Colton moves some of the other plates to make more room. “Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome, Melissa.” Even my name sounds different rolling off his tongue.

I give him a slight nod and go back to the kitchen counter, loading the dishwasher with shaky hands. I can feel Ethan’s eyes on me. Mitch’s, too.

“I tell ya, that heifer is gonna be the death of me,” Sammy says with a laugh, breaking the silence.

From what I gather, they’re having trouble with some of the younger cows, but it’s to be expected. They’re new to the herd—recent acquisitions from an auction in Long Pine.

Colton keeps looking at me. Darla keeps looking at him. I think she’s picking up on the subtle signs because her gaze shifts to me, and I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

“Melissa, you need to eat,” she says, her tone rather commanding.

“I’ll eat after you guys are done. I still need to clean this pot,” I reply, grabbing a brush to do something a round in the dishwasher could easily fix. I just need to keep myself busy until they all leave the kitchen.

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