A Breath of Heaven: El Camino Real (13 page)

“I’m about to cum, Abby” Cade warned her,
his legs stiffening, his balls tightening between his legs.        

“Cum, I want you to cum.” She murmured
heatedly.

Cade groaned when she removed her mouth
from his cock, but he shuddered with relief when she tongued his balls as she
rubbed her soft palm over the sensitive tip in lazy circles. “You’re going to
be the death of me,” He whispered

 “No, I need you, you’re not going anywhere,”
she whispered as she nibbled her way up the side of his throbbing staff. Abby
was so aroused, she burned. “I’ve never been this turned on before, I don’t
know what to do with it.” Slipping her lips over the head, she took him so
deep, he touched the back of her throat.   

“Fuck!” He moaned, his eyes closing as he
came so hard his heart almost stopped.

 Abby milked him, accepting the hot spurts
of seed into her mouth, thrilled that he enjoyed what she did to him.      

When it was over, he pulled her up and
into his embrace. “Come here, thank you, love.”

“Early Christmas present.” Abby joked,
pulling her straps back on her shoulders.

“Then I’m glad there are twelve days of
Christmas, because I want a present every day.”

Cade held her as his breathing returned to
normal.

“What did you say about a surprise?” Abby
asked as she started to slide off of his lap.

“I thought you said you were turned on,”
he muttered next to her cheek. “You know it’s always better to give than to
receive. Don’t deprive me of the same joy. I want to kiss you, touch you.”

“But…” Abby protested, her heart beating
wildly in her chest.

“I remember the rules.” How could he
forget them? He took her hand in his, placing it on his chest. His heart was
pounding as loudly as hers. “Do you feel that?” He whispered. “That’s what you
do to me. I want to kiss you so much I can barely breathe.” Standing up, he
carried her to the bed and laid her down, careful to preserve her misplaced
modesty. Soon – soon, he’d convince her he wanted to see and cherish all of
her. 

Abby’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating
so large that her eyes were almost as dark as his. She looked from his mouth to
his eyes and back again, knowing that her surrender to him at this moment meant
more than a mere orgasm – it was a giving of trust.

Abby licked her lips and that small hint
of awareness sent a spark of fire straight to Cade’s cock.

He groaned and the sound of his hunger
caused Abby’s clit to pulse. She squeezed her legs together, trying to assuage
the ache rising in her sex. “Kiss me,” she whispered, the tension between them
escalating to a critical stage. When his head started moving slowly toward
hers, Abby groaned in relief.

The light was bright coming through the
window, there was no hiding. As he came closer, his lips parting, Abby could
see the look on his face was a combination of uncertainty and blatant need. She
knew she’d never forget that look, not as long as she lived. The absolute
beauty and honesty of the expression on his face made her want to cry.

It was like their first kiss. Abby wanted
to drink it in. Memorize it, indelibly record it in the annals of her mind. She
sighed when his lips finally reached hers, a breathless sound that rose
unbidden, whispering from her lips. A moment before their lips touched, Cade’s
eyes opened and met hers, she reassured him the best way she knew how – by
closing the distance and pressing her lips firmly again his.

Cade groaned and reveled in the feel of
her soft lips brushing against his. He caught her closer, sweeping his tongue
across the seam of her mouth. She opened to him, inviting him in without
reservation. His tongue dipped into her mouth and tangled with hers. Cade drew
her even tighter and let out a small gasp of air into Abby’s mouth, which she
accepted as if he was breathing life into her body. And perhaps he was.

A breath of heaven, that’s what this was –
a mingling of their souls.

Cade laid down fully next to her, his
mouth never leaving hers. The kiss became deeper as his tongue continued to
mate with hers in a heated, erotic dance. Nothing had ever felt more right than
being in his arms. A peaceful acceptance bloomed in Abby’s heart at the
realization of how much he wanted her. She wanted to weep with happiness.

After a little bit, he pulled away, out of
breath. They stared at one another and he smiled, a dimple showing on one side
of his mouth. She touched it and he kissed her finger, then brought his lips
back to her. She finally raised her hands and wound her fingers in his hair,
gripping it gently. It felt so right, she whimpered.

“No going back, Abby, no going back,” he
murmured.

She could feel his erection against her
hip “I can’t, it’s too bright,” she reminded him.

“I’m just going to play through your
clothes, I promise.” He coaxed Abby to her side. “Face me.” She did and he
arranged them until they were nestled close all the way up and down. “Put your
leg over mine so our good parts can touch,” he teased and she giggled. But
after Cade had her where he wanted her, she wasn’t laughing anymore. The
intimacy of their positions was intoxicating. Cade pressed his erection against
her mound, skating his hand down her throat, looking questioningly into Abby’s
face. “Is this okay?”

His gentleness and concern with what she
could handle made Abby’s heart squeeze and she gave him a sweet smile. “Better
than okay,” she confessed

His mouth returned to hers as his began to
roll and nudge so that his erection rubbed over her clit in delicious circles.
Abby gasped, letting him know their pleasure was mutual. She felt him tugging
on the straps of her tank again, working them down until her breasts were out
in the open for him to cup and tease. It went through her mind that this was a
make-out session, like what they would have done as teens if she’d had an
opportunity. But Cade was no inexperienced boy. Abby realized he was perfectly
in tune with her pleasure, every move of his body designed to cause her clit to
tingle and swell and the blood to pulse furiously between her legs. It amazed Abby
to realize how much of the erotic dance between a man and a woman was pure
instinct, body language without the benefit of the spoken word.

As Abby moved against him, her stiff
nipples rubbed against his chest. The exquisite chafing felt so good, she pushed
harder until Cade picked up on her signal and moved his hand between them to
give her what she needed. She moaned when he began to squeeze and rub her
nipples, milking them until she panted, her body tightening deliciously. The
excitement was so intense, Abby’s orgasm took them both by surprise as she
shuddered in release, her mouth pulling from his so she could cry out, her body
arching and pressing into his. Cade held her as she came, his body grinding
into hers and she was shocked when he shuddered and grew still against her, his
breathing harsh and uneven.

When Cade opened his eyes, Abby was
staring at him in abject wonder. “You came too!” Her voice was not judging, it
was awestruck.

“Yea, you got me all worked up. Sorry.”
Cade didn’t think she was upset or judging, but he’d hadn’t been so short on
control since he was an adolescent.

“Don’t be sorry.” Her eyes danced with
wonder. “I loved it.” The fact that she could get him aroused enough to come
just from touching and kissing made her decade. And when he smiled, oh God, her
heart did a Texas two-step. He was beautiful, perfect – and for the moment –
all hers.               

***

“Give
me fifteen minutes, Abby. You get dressed, then come outside. I’ll be waiting.”
She stretched in the bed, watching him pull on clothes over that gorgeous body.

“Okay,
I have no idea what to expect.” She couldn’t help but smile at him. Abby was
happy.

“Good.”
He bent to kiss her. “I like to keep you on your toes.”

As
soon as he was gone, Abby jumped up - hurrying, not wanting to miss a thing.

And she wasn’t disappointed. When the man
said he had a surprise – he meant it. 

She couldn’t believe it. While a dusting
of snow on the East Texas ground was something to get excited about, what
amazed Abby even more was Cade Tallbull holding out his hand to help her up
into a festive horse drawn carriage. There wasn’t enough snow for a sleigh, but
this was dang close. Two of El Camino’s proudest quarter horses were bedecked
to match the carriage in garlands of evergreens, bright red bows and clusters
of jingle bells. “Are you ready to go hunt a Christmas tree?”

“Yes!” Abby was enchanted. Her heart
pounded with love for Cade. Placing a gloved hand in his, she allowed him to
seat her, wrap her legs in a blanket and pour her a cup of hot chocolate from a
thermos. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

Cade knew that as far as what he was
willing to do for her, this small gesture was just the tip of the iceberg.
“That’s not all.” He took her travel cup from her hand and placed it in a cup
holder. “Hold your arms up and close your eyes. We need to look as festive as
the horses.”

“Last week at this time, if you would’ve
told me to close my eyes and hold up my hands, I’d be expecting you to slip a
garter snake down my britches.” She held her hands over her head, feeling
vulnerable, excited and totally at his mercy.

“Ha! I’m gonna put something down your
britches, but it’s a little bigger than a garter snake.” He teased with a
chuckle.

He was pulling something soft and warm over
her head. “You are pretty big.”

Her voice was muffled in the material. As
soon as he pulled the garment over her head, he stole a kiss before she could
open her eyes. “You’re adorable, that’s what you are.”

Abby opened her eyes and laughed with
delight. She was wearing a bright red poncho with white fur trim. It was
beautiful! But even better was what Cade had on. “You are hot! You’re a Santa
with spurs!” He was wearing a cowboy duster, but it was made to look like part
of a Santa Claus costume—bright red with white fur trim and black leather
buttons and buckles. “We’re quite a pair.”

“That we are, darlin’, that we are.” He
joined her in the carriage, clasped the black leather reins in his hands and
steered the horses toward the more wooded part of El Camino. “I’m going down by
the creek where the evergreens are.”

“Thank you.” She leaned near, threw her
arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “I have never had
such a wonderful time in my life!”

Her surprised appreciation made his heart
hurt. Abby deserved attention like this from a man on a daily basis, and he
wanted to be that man. “I’m glad, Abby.” He shifted the reins to his left hand
and grasped her gloved one with his right. “I need to talk to you about last
night and this morning.” He’d thought about his next step carefully. More than
anything, Cade wanted to make her his, but he didn’t want to scare her off.

At the mention of their time together,
Abby grew still, steeling herself for whatever he had to say. “We’ve had a
wonderful time. I know it was just for fun. Our holiday fling. You don’t have
to explain.” She took a sip of cocoa to settle her nerves. “I’m just glad we’re
getting along more than usual.”

“Me too. Like I told you earlier, I don’t
want to go back to the way we were. This is much better. Look...” He directed
her attention to a pair of whitetail deer who had stepped out of the tree line.

“Beautiful,” she whispered. “I explained
to you in the letter this morning that I wanted to be friends like we used to
be.”

Cade pulled the reins and stopped the
horses near a grove of cedars and pines. “Abby, we’ve never been
just
friends. Even when we’ve been at odds, it’s always been more than friendship.”
She was up and on the ground before he knew it. All he could do was grab the hatchet
and follow her. “Hey, wait up.”

He was making her nervous. Cade was making
her want things she couldn’t have “Come on, slow poke.” Making light of things
was the only line of defense she had remaining. “There are some good ones down
here by the water.”

“Don’t slip down, the ground’s slick.
You’ll think those boots you have on are a pair of skates.” Dang, she was fast.
He took off after her. If she had on anything other than bright red, he
would’ve lost her in the trees. Finally, he caught up with her. She flashed him
a huge smile that didn’t quite make it to those big blue eyes of hers.

“I want one that will reach the ceiling.”

He made a show of looking at all the
trees. “I like this one.”

She came to see what he’d found. It was a
good one, a stately cedar. Walking around it, she noticed it was symmetrical
with no holes or broken branches. “It’s perfect. A little too perfect if you
ask me.”

“Too perfect?” What do you mean? “Can a
Christmas tree be too perfect?”

Abby nodded solemnly. “I like one with character.
One that’s survived a storm or high winds. A couple of broken branches or a
scar or two shows that it’s withstood adversity and lived to tell about it.”

“Only to fall victim to the holiday
spirit?” He teased. Cade knew what she was saying. She was comparing the damn
tree to herself. So be it, he could speak this language as good as she could.
“Okay, let’s find a brave tree, one that’s beautiful despite its
imperfections.” 

Her face lit up like he’d given her a
bouquet of flowers. “Good!” She grabbed him by the hand and they wove their way
through the trees, looking for just the right one. “Every tree dreams of being
chosen, Cade.”

“They do?” Again, he didn’t think they
were talking about a cedar or a pine.

“Yea, to be brought into a home and given
a place of honor, dressed up in finery... oh, yeah, not every tree is so
lucky.” She stopped at one growing next to a fallen log. After a few circles
and a lot of hmmmms, she announced, “I like this one. What do you think?”   

Cade made a show of inspecting the cedar.
About eight foot tall, it had a nice shape, was pretty full... uh-oh...until he
walked to the back and saw a gap wide enough to house a good-size raccoon. But
knowing her criteria, he figured this flaw made the cedar even more impressive and
worthwhile to her. “Looks good to me.” He held up the hatchet. “So, is this the
one?”

Her eyes were alight with joy and as she
clasped her hands tightly together and proclaimed. “Yes, let’s go decorate it!
Then, we’ll sit in front of the fire and look at the lights.”