Page 10 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
Damn him to all hell.
Chapter Four
LAWSON
Iknew I should’ve waited to drop off that goddamn tree. Now here I was, coming up with every excuse in the book to stay in this woman’s house because for some strange reason, the thought of leaving her didn’t sit right with me. I’ve heard plenty of stories about the stunning, stubborn-as-a-mule single mother who worked her tail off to provide for her son. The second she crashed into the ditch on our property, my old man couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for her. Hence why I was here. Didn’t want to be, but once she opened the door in those loose plaid pants and that tight-around-the-chest Christmas shirt, I was fuckin’ struck.
Straight in the gut.
Never had a woman made me want to drop to my knees, but in that moment when those big, brown doe eyes met mine, I knew I was a goner. No longer annoyed at the fact I was here to deliver a tree, I was more annoyed that I hadn’t met this woman sooner. She had a face that radiated angelic beauty, framed by a wild mane of hair that was thrown up into a messy ponytail.While some might think she looked a hot mess, to me, she embodied perfection.
Exactly how I’d have her looking every damn night if she were mine. Even her sass had my cock hardening.
Painfully.
I wasn’t used to having attitude thrown in my face. Never thought I’d enjoy hearing it come from a woman, but once she tried putting me in my place, I knew right then and there her ass was mine to make red. Her defiance, the way her cheeks flushed when her eyes dipped down the length of me, this woman had me all sorts of fucked up. Though I did my best at hiding it, I ultimately broke down and touched her. I pressed my big, towering body up against hers and grabbed a handful of her soft-as-fuck hair. I couldn’t help myself.
To inhale her scent was next on my agenda, but when she tensed up and escaped my hold, I knew I had fucked up. After announcing she was going to grab a jacket, I was slightly relieved she wasn’t kicking my ass out yet. Though if she tried, I knew I wouldn’t budge.
That’s all she really needed. A man who could handle her and give a firm hand when she needed it. And I had a strong fuckin’ feeling she would need it more than once.
Now here I was standing in her kitchen, waiting for her to return. Observing my surroundings, my eyes caught something lying on her counter. Hidden under a glass bowl filled with pine cones, I noticed bright red scribbles. Or was it writing? Getting a closer look, I confirmed that it was terrible fuckin’ handwriting and slowly pulled on the piece of paper until it was fully exposed.
I was being nosy, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to ransack this woman's whole damn house until I learned everything about her. The good, the bad, I wanted it all.
Then peering all around me for any signs of the spitfire brunette, I made sure she was still out of the kitchen before I dove headfirst into the piece of paper in front of me.
Dear Santa…
At first, I was sure it was a letter her son had written, but as I continued to read it, it was more than obvious it wasn’t.
I’ve been a good girl,was the first goddamn sentence and I couldn’t stop my cock from thickening in my jeans.
This was Diana’s writing and although I knew I definitely shouldn’t be reading this, I couldn't deny myself from continuing. I was beyond curious about why this stubborn single mother was possibly writing a letter to Santa, and as I made my way through her obvious drunken words, it was becoming extremely clear what she wanted.
A man, but not just any kind of man—she wanted me. And I’d be damned if it didn’t make my chest puff out when she described me down to a T. Rugged charm, loyal to a fault, she captured me fuckin’ perfectly.
A cowboy is what she wanted.
Well, hell, baby, here I am. Now, what do you plan on doing about it?
This couldn’t possibly be a coincidence, could it? Sure didn’t seem like it, but the longer I processed her words, the more I wanted to be her Christmas miracle.
The answer to all her prayers, but I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.
Not by a long shot.
“You ready to get this over with?” a velvety voice announced from somewhere in front of me, resulting in my back to straighten and my eyes to jump to Diana.
I looked guilty as fuck, but luckily she was too focused on getting her mittens on to see what I was doing. I then smoothlytucked the letter back under the glass bowl before she could see me snooping, and made my way over to her.
I didn’t want her outside in this shit weather, but seeing her dressed in blizzard-like attire, I couldn’t help but laugh. Wrapped in a puffy winter jacket, snow pants, thick black mittens, and a fuzzy hat, she appeared more than ready to conquer Mother Nature.
Fuckin’ adorable.
But once I stopped directly in front of her, the instinct to strip her naked and follow through with the fantasy that I was a gift from “the big man” assaulted my every thought.
How on the outside, she looked so beautiful and harmless, but on the inside, she was dying for a man to take charge. Not only in the bedroom, but in life. She wanted to be taken care of. She wanted to be told what to do and when she was acting like a brat. And right now, all I could think about was being the one she needed.
