Page 35 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

“Actions provide a much better lesson than mere words,” Eddie said, holding out the brush to allow her a nice long look. “One side is used to bring forth the contented little mewls of a good girl’s pleasure having her Daddy brush her hair”—he flipped the brush again—“and the other is to hear far lustier sounds when applied to a naughty girl’s bottom.”

She had absolutely no words even as her mind replayed scenes from many books she’d read about the dual purposes of a sturdy, old-fashioned hairbrush.

When he’d finished brushing and braiding her hair into two long pigtails, Teresa instantly pointed to the purple ribbons when he offered her a choice of color. He tied the end of the ribbons into a perfectly matched set of bows. “Wow, you’re pretty good at this hair stuff. Did you use to do Georgie’s when she was a kid?”

“A few times, but that was mostly Mom’s job. I honed my bow skills as an intern tying about a million sutures.” He plopped a western hat on her head. “Ta-da, my Tizzy girl, you make a very cute cowgirl.”

My Tizzy girl.

She loved the sound of that and any protests over the brush’s other purpose were forgotten as she watched her Daddy transform into the most handsome cowboy she’d ever laid her eyes on.

“You’re pretty cute yourself, cowboy,” she said, surprised at the fact she could tease him without feeling silly.

“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he drawled as she reached down to grab the Stetson sitting on top of the pillows and placed it on his head. “Let’s go find us some ponies, what do you say?”

“I say yes!” she said enthusiastically. Whatever he’d meant earlier could wait. Right now she was going to enjoy visiting the stables and riding alongside Mr. Cowboy Daddy.

Chapter 14

Eddie

And here he’dthought that only Littles on the Ranch had sore behinds. Eddie could hear his Little girl giggling as he rubbed his hands against his ass.

“Think it’s funny, huh?” he mock-growled as he dropped his hands to advance on her.

“No, Daddy!” she shrieked, her laugh negating her claim as she took off running.

He grinned, as the braids he’d put her hair into streamed behind her as she ran across the field.

“Thank you for bringing Teresa to ride, Master Eddie, I think she really had fun.” Wren’s smile was bright as she stood next to her Daddy and husband, Travis.

“She’s a natural rider,” Travis said.

“She did far better than I did,” Eddie confirmed with a grin of pride. Though he lived in a state known for riding and rodeos, he’d never sat on a horse before today. “Thanks for making it special for her,” he added as he took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair before placing it firmly on his head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a cowgirl to catch.”

Travis laughed and Wren giggled as Eddie took off after his Little girl. He’d suffered in that hard saddle for the past two hours while bouncing hadn’t seemed to affect Teresa in the slightest. She owed him a ride now and he was determined she’d enjoy it even more than riding up and down trails on the mountains that encircled the Ranch. His longer strides soon drew him within sight of his girl. Putting on additional speed, he yelled, “Giddy-up!”

She looked over her shoulder to see him within snagging distance and shrieked again, not in fear, but in anticipation. Peals of laughter made his grin grow bigger as he allowed her to stay just a few steps ahead until he saw the soft grass about to turn into the gravel of the road. Reaching out, he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her into the air.

“Daddy!” she cried, her booted feet still churning.

“What was that about riding a cowboy?” he asked as he settled her on his hip and her legs and arms wrapped around him.

“Giddy-up, Cowboy Daddy.” She threw his words back at him and he had her giggling again when he whinnied, used his boot to paw at the gravel they’d reached and then began to run down the road.

Once back in their room, Eddie finally set his prize down, ready to begin undressing her when she surprised him by reaching up to grab each side of his new shirt and pulling. Snaps popped as they came undone to leave his chest bare.

“In a hurry?” he teased.

“Uh-huh.” Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she let it fall to hang down his back. “Oh, it’s stuck.” She pulled at the fabric until it came free of his jeans to drop to the floor.

She surprised him again when she reached for the buckle of his belt and worked it free before unbuttoning his jeans. Deciding to let her have her way, he stood still as she tugged the denim down his legs, grunting a bit with the effort. When the jeans were at his ankles, she realized he still wore his boots. She looked up and he chuckled. “Need some help?”

“Yes, please.”

Eddie took a seat on the couch. “Come here,” he directed, pointing to the spot between his knees. He had to bite his tongue to keep from chuckling at the look of distrust she shot him before begrudgingly taking a few steps to stand before him. “If looks could kill,” he teased as he guided her to straddle his leg with her back to him. “I push and you pull,” he explained, as she gripped the heel of his boot.

“Oh, I saw Kim Darby pull off John Wayne’s boots inTrue Grit,” she exclaimed. When he planted his other booted foot on her behind, she turned her head to see him grinning.

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