Page 33 of Her Grumpy Cowboy
Grady fists a hand in my hair, not to control—just tofeel—and the low, ragged sound he makes when I take him deeper punches heat straight between my legs.My eyes water.My throat flutters around him.He groans like I’ve just wrecked him, hips twitching despite the iron restraint in his muscles.
“Fuck, Angel,” he grits out, voice rough and sinful.“You feel so good on my cock.”
I hum around him, and the vibration earns me a filthy growl.His head tips back, tendons standing out in his neck, and for a heartbeat, it’s just the two of us—my mouth stretched around him, his need spilling through every inch of him like a promise I’ll never want to forget.
I’m desperate for him, want to touch him everywhere, need to have every last inch of him to myself…
Grady pulls me from his cock, the wetpoptearing more curses from his mouth.Before I can protest, he’s hauled me onto his lap.My spine arches at his slow penetration.My head falls back as his cock fills my drenched passage.
“Look at me,” he orders.
My gaze flies to his, and I’m enveloped in smoldering silver.
“I want to see your beautiful eyes while I fuck you.”His hands frame my hips.“While you ride my cock.”
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I rise and sink, moaning as I impale myself on him.His touch, his voice, everything he does makes my blood run hotter.
“Take me deeper.”
I do, and his cock grazes my clit with each thrust.
“Harder.”He yanks me down, skin slapping skin, and I grind against him.
When he yanks up the T-shirt and suckles my nipple into his mouth, stars explode before my eyes.My body clenches him rhythmically as I come.He pumps into my spasming flesh and stills, shouting as he releases inside me, his fingers digging into my ass.
“Christ, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he breathes.
Surging from the chair, Grady carries me to bed because he likes to make all my curvy-girl fantasies come true.Once he’s cleaned us both up with a warm washcloth, he ushers me into bed.I fit against his side like an Angel-sized groove is carved there.He tucks me under his arm, and I fall asleep wanting the next day like a giddy child on Christmas Eve.
Chapter10
Grady
Christmas Eve
The day of the bonfire is cold and bright.The wind carries a crispness that bites my cheeks and makes the air taste like snow.Silver Bell Hollow glitters under its string lights, every window trimmed like the town is trying to out-Christmas Christmas.
I spend the morning out at Naughty List Ranch, hauling pallets and stacking kindling for the bonfire, while Angel works at Mistletoe Mug finishing the cookie kits.
In the afternoon we hit the sled hill with Tyler, Nate, and Callie, and it’s chaos in the best way.Tyler bombs straight down like he’s trying to qualify for the Olympics on a plastic saucer.Nate trash-talks everyone, then immediately wipes out face-first into a snowbank.Callie hands Danny to Nate and takes her turn, shrieking and laughing, pink scarf streaming, fearless until the sled spins and she lands in a drift, giggling.
Angel and I double up for a run—her in front, my arms braced around her waist—and we rocket down so fast my eyes water.At the bottom we bail, tumble into a heap, snow sneaking down my collar while she’s laughing so hard she can’t stand.I brush frost from her lashes.Her laughter tangles in my chest as I help her up.We race Tyler and Callie, lose by a hair, demand a rematch, then switch to belly sleds because Nate swears it’s “more aerodynamic.”It’s not.We end up soaked, our breath fogging the air and our cheeks burning.
By dusk, the sky settles into a deep winter blue that makes the stars look close enough to touch.We return to the cabin, layer up again, pack the truck with coffee and cocoa, and head to Naughty List Ranch where the Maas bonfire is already roaring.
Callie and Nate pass Danny back and forth while Nate says something that paints Callie’s cheeks pink.Cole and Dallas aren’t around—they’ve split for Wolf Valley and Lucky River, both geared up to win their women.No one’s shocked.
Tom and Kitty Sutton are tucked together near the flames, fingers tangled like they’re welded that way.
“Hey, Grady,” Tom calls when he spots me.“Heard you finally stopped glaring long enough to get yourself invited to family events again.”
Angel laughs, slipping her hand into mine.“He still glares,” she says.“He just multitasks now.”
Tom grins.“Yeah, that’s marriage prep, right there.”
Kitty elbows him gently, her brown eyes focused on us.“Ignore him.He’s been insufferable since he figured out how to make cinnamon buns without burning them.”
Tom winks.“Married life has made me a man of many talents.”
