Page 81 of When the Smoke Clears

Cowboy:

You’re getting a spanking when you get home.

Me:

Promises, promises.

Cowboy:

I keep my promises.

Me:

I know.

I’m counting on it.

I look through the cabinets to remind myself of anything important that’s here, but there’s little with any sentimental value. Instead, I pull out my remaining suitcase and pack it to overflowing with additional clothing and the remaining jewelry that Nana gave me. I shove a bunch of shoes into an oversized, reusable shopping bag and set both items by the front door.

Like Sutton’s transition in acquiring more land, my own business has a change to go through. With a little time before I need to leave for today’s mini-sessions, I craft an email to my existing clients as well as some social media notices to inform everyone of my relocation.

It may not be anyone’s business, but many of my clients have multiple sessions with me throughout the year. Scheduling for the Austin area will have to change somewhat, and I need to make some decisions about what to commit to.

The weather is perfect for photos. I set up at my favorite nature preserve and thank my luck for a rain-free, cool day. There’s a tiny building on the property that looks like a mini stone lighthouse. It’s sealed shut, but the dark wooden door is the perfect backdrop for the scene I have in mind.

A tiny hook holds a small, lush wreath that I brought, and I add a dark bench with a plaid festive blanket. A few other holiday trinkets get added to the mix, and before long, I’ve prepared a cozy winter setting. It’s important to me that the backdrop is inclusive for various holiday celebrations, and I hope that I’ve done that justice with the look.

When the first family arrives, it feels like coming home. I get lost in the atmosphere. The click of the shutter is an old friend, the brilliant smiles and laughs of family members a warm embrace. Later I can focus on the logistics of everything, but for now I just enjoy being in the moment.

Despite being just past dinner, it’s dark as night when I pull back onto Strickland Ranch. My least favorite thing about moving into winter is the early darkness.

I don’t bother unloading anything before heading inside. Sutton will just grumble at me if I do.

As I toe off my boots, the sound of the shower spray greets me in the hall. I undress, tossing my blouse over the lampshade to create a softer glow, and lie on my back across the foot of the bed. I need Sutton’s hands on me, our bodies tangled together.

My hand trails up and down my exposed stomach. Goosebumps race over my skin and my nipples harden, the air suddenly feeling cooler against my body. The water cuts off and anticipation builds within me. My core is already throbbing, heat gathering between my legs. You’d think I’m neglected, but the truth is I’ll never get enough of Sutton.

The bathroom door swings open and Sutton comes into the room in just a towel. He moves slowly, eyes traveling over my nude body stretched out atop the blankets.

“Are you waiting for something?” An eyebrow arches playfully, and his low voice causes more heat to surge to my center.

“Someone.” My voice is only just above a whisper.

He rounds to his side of the bed, where my head rests near the edge, looking at me from above. When he drops his towel, I do my best to hold in a whine. His freshly-showered scent invades my nose as if he released it into the air with his towel. It’s so innatelyhim, washing me in comfort.

I lift my hand and crook a finger at him, gesturing for him to come closer.

The height of the bed feels intentional, as his cock is almost at the perfect angle to slide into my mouth as he approaches. I reach backward with my hands, gripping his ass to pull us closer together. When he’s close enough, I open wide and take him into my mouth.

“Fuck. Your mouth is fucking divine, and this angle is my new favorite.” His words seep into my bones as a half moan, half growl.

I hum around him in agreement as he begins to thrust slowly in my mouth. He leans forward, adjusting, and lets out a hiss as his cock slides even farther into my throat.

Taking him farther than before does wicked things to me. Satisfaction at increasing his pleasure is intoxicating, and I suck harder.

“Can’t get enough, can you, greedy girl?”

Smiling around him, I push back gently with a hand on his thigh and he pulls out of my mouth with a satisfying pop. “I’ll cut this thing off before I share it with anyone else, so yeah, I’m greedy. It’s mine.”

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