Page 25 of Cowboy's Christmas Girlfriend

“You seemed to remember well enough the other day in the barn.” Suzanna’s smile had turned mischievous. Will opened his mouth to chide her, only to gasp in mock-outrage as she pinched his ass.

“So that’s your game?” He spun her around and slapped her behind. Suzanna laughed, delighted, and caught him by his belt. She flopped back on his bed and pulled him down on top of her, giggles rising as they bounced on the mattress.

“Kiss me,” said Will. Suzanna kissed him hard, happy to comply. Her fingers slid through his hair, nails raking his scalp. Will shivered at the sensation, heat igniting in his belly. He wanted her, needed her, needed every part of her. Needed her sighs of pleasure, his name on her lips. He pushed up her skirt and bent to nip her thigh, high on the fleshy part where the skin was smooth and soft.

“Will...” Suzanna’s legs parted as he kissed his way higher, following that pale curve to her pink, lacy panties.

“You wear these for me?” He teased her through the fabric, leaning in close so his breath grazed her slit. He tongued her clit through the textured lace till she arched off the bed. “They look so damn pretty...should I leave ’em on?”

Suzanna batted at his head. She made a faint sound, half furious, half pleading. Will slid her panties aside and let himself taste her, savoring her soft moans, the way she shook and gasped. The way she clutched at his shoulders, her nails short but sharp.

“Will...”

He could feel she was close, the tension coiling inside her. He raced to drive her over the top. She’d stopped breathing now, her pulse fast and urgent. Her grip tightened on his shoulders and Will’s cock throbbed—at the bright spark of pain, at the thought she’d marked him, little crescent bruises to prove he was hers.

“Will!” She flung her head back and her heels drummed on the bed. Will didn’t stop, lashing her with his tongue till she’d ridden out the last aftershock, till she lay spent and helpless on the soft coverlet.

“I’ll need a minute,” she murmured, as Will nuzzled up beside her. “Just a minute to catch my breath, and then it’s your turn.”

“Then your turn again.” Will stroked her hair, twined it round his finger. “I could do this all night, every night. You’re just that addictive.”

Suzanna laughed faintly and rose to steal a kiss. “I’ll hold you to that,” she said, and Will knew their night was just beginning.

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Will woke to an unfamiliar sight: morning light streaming in the window, making a halo of Suzanna’s bedhead. As beautiful as she looked, he couldn’t ignore the thread of anxiety he felt at all that sunshine. He never set his alarm because he didn’t need to—his body knew when to wake, in the gray before dawn. But today he’d slept away half the morning. He reached out and shook Suzanna by the shoulder.

“Hey. We overslept.”

Suzanna made a murrr sound and buried her face in the pillow. Will sat up and stretched, and threw off the covers. Something was buzzing, his phone or Suzanna’s, buried in the untidy tangle of their clothes.

“Suzanna?”

She groaned again, but Will could feel her stirring. He dug till he found his jeans, and pulled out his phone. It buzzed again as he grabbed it, an angry text bubble popping up on the screen.

Well, breakfast is over. I hope you’re happy. The girls certainly weren’t, Santa’s breakfast without Dad! :-(

Will blinked. Santa’s breakfast. That had been today, waffles and pancakes at Uncle Vince’s, Santa’s village out back, set up for the kids.

“We missed breakfast,” he said. Suzanna grunted. She sat up in bed, flipped her hair from her eyes.

“Santa’s breakfast? The twins...” Her mouth dropped open, a mask of dismay.

Will fired off a response—why didn’t you wake me?—but Mom didn’t respond.

“I think she tried,” said Suzanna. “I dreamed someone was knocking, but I never woke up all the way. How much you wanna bet that was your mom?”

Will only humphed. His phone was buzzing again, more angry text bubbles, an incoming call. He went to dismiss it, then saw it was Taison.

“Taison, what’s up?”

“What’s up, man? What’s up? Didn’t you get my texts?”

Will glanced at Suzanna. She’d found her own phone and was tapping at the screen. Will’s blood ran cold.

“Is it the twins? Did something happen? I can be there in—”

“The twins? Are you kidding me? I’m talking about Kat. About you and your meddling, your no-good advice. Take charge, you said. Get in those trenches. Well, I jumped right on in there, and you know what? She buried me alive. Next time you got an opinion, you know what you can do? You can roll it up real tight and cram it up your ass.”

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