Page 34 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

He considered the address as almost a caress and it felt damn good. “You’re welcome, little Tizzy. We’ll grab some lunch, then change and go find these famous ponies. How does that sound?”

“Perfect!”

She was pretty perfect herself, Eddie thought, as she skipped along beside him headed toward the lodge. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the surprises he had in store for her. He’d give her the world just to see the smile on her face and the golden glints in her eyes brighten.

Teresa

“This is too much.” Teresa gestured at the items laid out on the bed once they’d finished lunch and returned to their room.

“Don’t be silly.” Eddie ignored her protest. “You can’t ride in thin leggings or a dress. If your bottom is going to be sore, it’s because your Daddy reddened it, and not from bouncing about in a saddle wearing the wrong clothing.” When her mouth opened, he placed his finger across her lips and shook his head.

“I’m serious, little girl. If you want to test me, then keep arguing and you can ride on a sore bottom. Is that what you want?” At the vigorous shaking of her head, he dropped his finger.

“No, Sir, I-I… thank you,” she said, not about to issue another word about how he was spoiling her. Instead, she lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips before dropping down and grabbing the new clothes. “I’ll just go change and—”

“Whoa, Daddy will help you dress.” Eddie grabbed her and hauled her back to stand in front of him. “You aren’t thinking of denying me the pleasure of watching my Little girl turn into my Little cowgirl, are you?”

She had been but decided that wasn’t the hill she wished to die on. Especially not when her tummy flipped and her nipples hardened at the thought of being undressed by him. “No, Daddy,” she said sincerely, dropping the clothes back on the bed and lifting her arms over her head.

Eddie chuckled and bent to drop a kiss on top of her head before pulling her t-shirt over it. The blush flooding her face when he briefly flicked his thumbs over her nipples, wasn’t one of embarrassment, but one of pure unadulterated lust. Images of the evening before when he’d suckled at her breasts while thrusting into her body played in her mind. She held her breath as he sank to his knees and untied her sneakers and lifted her feet one by one to remove them as well as her socks. When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her leggings, he looked up at her, the grin she so loved on his lips as he slowly began to pull them down.

“You know what they say, Daddy?”

“What’s that, sweetie?”

She steadied herself by bracing her hands on his shoulders as she lifted each foot again to pull them free from the leggings. “Save a horse and ride a cowboy?”

Eddie’s bark of laughter surprised her but also made her smile.

“Babygirl, you are just too cute. However, as much as I agree with that, I’m afraid you can’t.”

“Oh.” Heat flooded her face again… this time definitely due to the fact he most likely found her far too wanton in making such a suggestion.

“Hey.” He stood to lift her chin and tilt her head back so she was forced to look at him. “I just meant I’ll not qualify until after I actually sit on a horse. Then, babygirl, this cowboy is all yours to ride as long and as hard as you desire.”

“Oh!” she repeated though in a much happier tone.

“Of course, you might change your mind,” he said as he began to help her into the jeans he’d bought her at the store.

“I won’t,” she promised, shaking her head as she pushed her arm into the sleeve of the orange cowgirl shirt he’d purchased. “I promise!”

“Now, don’t go making promises you might not keep,” Eddie warned but continued to smile as he started to snap closed each of the pearl snap buttons on the front of the shirt. Finishing the last one, he tucked the shirt into the waistband of the jeans before buttoning them as well.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she asked as he set her on the bed in order to pull up a pair of thick socks and then work a foot into the new boots she couldn’t believe he’d found. They were purple just like the new belt he’d threaded into the belt loops.

“You’ll see.” He tugged on her second boot.

What did he mean by “you’ll see”? Before she could pester him to tell her, he stood her in front of him facing away in order to brush out her long hair.

“Oh, that feels so nice,” she practically purred before another question occurred to her. “Where did you get that brush? That’s not mine.”

Eddie paused to flip the wooden brush in his hands. “Another gift from Aladdin’s cave.”

“You could have used mine, it’s in the bathroom.”

“Ahh, but yours doesn’t have magical powers,” he said, drawing the bristles through her curls again.

“Dare I ask what powers this one supposedly has?” Instead of his voice answering, it was hers yelping when going up on her tiptoes as the back of the brush smacked against the back of her jeans. “Hey! What was that for?”

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