Page 20 of Cowboy Wolf Christmas

Silas stood there for a moment, hands on the narrowed triangle of his hips. Hips that led down to an impressive length. Even partly flaccid as he was now, he was still a sight to behold. He watched her through the glow of the moonlight. “You don’t belong in the military.”

She didn’t know why, but the words stung. “Well, I’m going to belong there. I love working on things.”

“And the violence? The fighting?” he nearly snarled. Gold eyes flashed.

Cheyenne’s thoughts quickened as she struggled to explain. To be honest, she hadn’t really thought about those parts of it until now, but she supposed she could handle it. She’d mostly be working on their machinery anyway. Back at the base. Burying herself in the thing that she loved. Maybe then, if she was a part of a team, had a place, a purpose, she wouldn’t feel so separate from everyone else.

So alone.

She shrugged. “Whatever it is, I’ll handle it.”

“You’ll handle it?” he asked. “Christ, Cheyenne. Like you handled tonight?”

“That’s not fair.” Cheyenne recoiled. “Don’t be cruel.”

“I’m not trying to be, Cheyenne.” He shook his head. “I’m being honest. You don’t belong in the military.”

“Then where do I belong, Silas?” She glared at him. “You tell me.”

* * *

You belong with me.

Those are the words he wanted to say, but he was too much of chicken shit to say it. Too new at this. Too afraid that if he put it out there in the open between them, she’d say something else that changed everything. This was all moving so fast. Faster than he’d ever anticipated, and already she’d turned him inside out, made him want things he didn’t even know he’d needed until now.What’s one more thing?something inside him asked.

But hard as he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

Not now that he knew she was leaving.

Not now that he knew like everything else in his life, she was going to break his heart.

He couldn’t let her. Not here. Not in this place. Not this close to Christmas.

He already loathed this time of year for good reason. If she broke his heart now, this time he wasn’t certain he’d survive it.

“You’re right,” he said. “Your choices are none of my business.”

She nodded, agreeing with him, before she moved to settle in beneath the covers again, like they were finished. Far from it.

He wasn’t through with her yet.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t still be mine for tonight.”

He gripped her by both ankles and pulled, yanking her to the end of the bed in one rough tug. Cheyenne let out a startled squeak. High-pitched and adorable. But she wouldn’t sound cute by the time he was done with her. He’d fuck that sunshine right out of her until nothing but pure sex was left, everything she was trying to hide by pushing him away.

The irony that he’d done the same when she’d kissed him didn’t escape him.

Positioning her ass near the end of the bed, he dropped to his knees, burying his face there. This wasn’t about him. This is about her. Letting her know what she’d been missing. What she’d still miss if she left. Not that he wasn’t getting his own twisted joy out of this.

The taste of her pussy on his tongue was fucking exquisite. Better than any sugary treat he’d ever known. Gingerbread. Candy canes. Name it and she tasted better. Like every sweet he’d ever seen as a child sitting in a frosted bakery window.

Sumptuous. Mouthwatering. Unreachable.

He tongued her sweet folds, his cock throbbing with need again as she started to rock against him, finding a rhythm all her own. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”

She was getting wetter by the minute. He felt her pussy pulse as she drew near.

“Silas,” she breathed, gasping.

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