Page 35 of Her Cowboy Christmas
“Oh!”I gasp.
Cole growls as he kisses my neck.I push on his shoulders, and he braces his weight on his palms, his cock brushing against my clit with each stroke.My pussy tightens around his length as the pressure builds inside me again.
“I’m so close,” I moan.
“Come for me,” Cole demands, his tongue circling my nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I cling to him as my orgasm washes over me.
“Fuck!Fuck, fuck, fuck!”Cole shouts, grinding against me as his climax hits.
“Cole!”I scream, stars dancing behind my eyes.
“So damn perfect,” Cole whispers in my ear.
I shiver, blinking my eyes open.
Cole smiles down at me, brushing my hair away from my face.I wince as he pulls out of me, collapsing on the bed and tugging me against him.
“Are you okay?Need anything?”
I shake my head.“I’m good.Great,” I correct.
He kisses my forehead.“Me too,” he whispers.
Cole is so firm and solid against me, and I relax in his embrace.My body is sore, well-loved, and still on edge.
“What do you need?”he asks as if he can sense what I’m thinking.
“You.Just you,” I say, realizing it’s the truth.
I don’t need my parents or my siblings in my life, but if Cole were to disappear?Well, I don’t think that I could survive that.
EIGHT
Cole
I wakeup early the next morning through force of habit.But this morning is different because my dream girl is curled up next to me in bed.
Blair is still sound asleep, her hand fisted under her chin as she rests.We’re spooning, and I bite back a groan when her ass rubs against my cock.
Fuck, I want her again… but she needs her sleep, and I need to do chores.
With a quiet sigh, I slip out of bed, making sure to tuck her in.I dress in the early morning light and make my way downstairs.
Heading to the barn first, I get started on my chores.I fill the horses’ water, throw out some hay for them to munch on, and add oats to each of their buckets.I clean out their stalls and add fresh straw as they eat, then let them out into the pasture for the day before moving on to the chickens.
I say hi to the chickens as I enter their coop to collect the fresh eggs.I work quickly, wanting to be back inside before Blair wakes up.She’ll have to be at work in a few hours, and I want to spend time with her before I drop her off.
Grabbing the eggs, I return to the house, entering through the kitchen door.I want to make Blair breakfast.Using some of the fresh eggs, I make pancakes and scrambled eggs.
My stomach growls as I finish up, and I grab the plates, intending to surprise Blair with breakfast in bed.Then I freeze.
Wait.Blair would hate that.
I remember how neat she is.Her place is spotless, and every time we eat, she has to have a napkin, fork, and knife.She always has to have everything in order.
I pivot and set the table instead.Blair’s footsteps reach me as I’m finishing up.I turn, smiling as she pokes her head into the kitchen.She’s wearing one of my shirts, and a primal surge of emotion almost overwhelms me at seeing her in my clothes.I want to mark her.I want to spread her out on this table, push the shirt up, and fuck her until she’s dripping with my cum.
