A Cowboy for Christmas (5 page)

What the—

She bolted upright and ran to the door. Pressing her eye to the peephole, she sucked in a gasp. Dusty. Here at her door. How had he found her?

The metal slab shook under his fist again.

She whipped it open and faced him, prepared with a rejection speech. But the minute three inches of metal door weren’t separating them, all thoughts flew out her ear.

He’d taken a moment to throw on T-shirt, jeans and boots. His hat was jammed far over his eyes but not enough that she couldn’t see his glare.

When he met her gaze, a pained look crossed his face. He compressed his lips. “Fuck, Avalee.”

She pushed out the breath she’d been holding. Her body was still screaming for this man. He’d said he wasn’t finished with her. Her libido liked that—a lot.

He took one step toward her. She remained in the doorway, unable to move. When he skimmed his knuckles along her cheekbone, she swayed toward him.

“Wanna make another terrible mistake?” His dark tone matched his coloring perfectly.

“Yeah. I do.” She threw her arms around him, and he bore her back into her room.

Chapter Three

Dusty’s broad chest pressed her down onto the bed, and he captured her lips. Soft, buttery kisses that left her boneless. She spread her fingers over his shoulders, gasping with each pass of his tongue through her mouth.

When he dotted kisses along her jaw to her throat, she couldn’t stop her noises from escaping. He shot her a crooked grin that sent a new throb of liquid heat to her pussy.

“Arch your neck for me, sugar.”

She obeyed his command, wondering why she couldn’t resist him. He commanded her, and her body didn’t question. While the more controlling part of her said this wasn’t a good idea, a freer self stood up and demanded notice.

It was Christmas, after all. And she’d been on Santa’s nice list her whole life. Didn’t she deserve to have a bit of naughty now?

As he sucked and nipped at her throat, he ground his cock against her pussy. Either riding broncs had given him amazing hip moves or he’d trained as an erotic dancer, because he was damn fine.

He gripped her hip, extending his thumb over the seam of her jeans. Her pussy flooded, and she issued a ragged moan. Before he could give her the pleasure she craved, though, he eased his hand under her nape and lifted her lips to his.

Their kiss was slow. Maddening. And hot as hell. He teased her with the barest caresses. Just as she began to respond in the same way, he increased the pressure and kissed her with all the hard authority of the cowboy who ruled the arena.

He dug his cock into her. She bucked upward to meet his thrust, but he moved away. Dragging his bearded jaw between her breasts, cupping them, kneading her nipples.

“I love this fucking tank top, sugar. All these little buttons…” Her top had a tiny row of decorative buttons down the V-neckline. He plucked each with his teeth. Down, down, and then nuzzled her nipple. His hot breath seared through the fabric. When he closed his lips around the tip, she cried out.

He sucked her through the cloth until she was straining and the fibers soaking. Passion flared, and she couldn’t look away from his rugged features as he worshipped her breasts.

Tugging her tank top down, he met bare flesh. Her bra was on the floor, dropped carelessly. He took immediate advantage—sucking her nipple hard. She arched off the bed.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful. These tits…” he held her gaze as he snaked his tongue over one again, “fit perfectly in my hands. “Your nipples were made to fit in my mouth.”

She gasped, as turned on by his hot words as the play of his mouth over her needy skin. He took her lips again—an all-possessive kiss that stole her mind and any resistance that might have been floating around inside her body.

Her top was shoved up, her torso bared. He kissed downward, cupping her pussy in one big, capable hand as he did. She cried out. “Look at me, Avalee.”

She opened her eyes and met his burning gaze.

“I’m not finished with you.”

“I’m not finished with you either.”

He bit off a growl and slid his arms beneath her, lifting her into a sitting position to kiss her again. Long, mind-rattling kisses that made her forget anything but this man. Then he slowly lowered her to the bed once more, kneeling over her.

As he pinched her jeans at the ankles, she wiggled free. He tossed her jeans aside, kissing her knee, up her inner thigh, angled right for her aching pussy.

“I like you commando, sugar. Let me see this sweet little piercing again.” He spread her. Her wet folds parted and she was bared to his stare. Throat working, he ran his tongue over his lips. “Goddamn.” He flicked her clit with a rough forefinger, and she forgot everything but reaching that peak.

He returned to her breasts, kissing her all over while he thumbed her clit back and forth. She strained toward him, pushing her hips where she needed him most. With a wicked grin, he settled between her legs and speared her with his tongue.

A dark moan left her, and she clasped his head to her. Each thrust dug a bit more solid ground out from under her. Soon she’d be caught in a landslide. She’d never thought of herself as a thrill-seeker, but the idea of sliding out of control again was fucking exciting as hell.

“Avaleeeee.” His warm drawl mingled with intense pussy kisses. He looked as if he was devouring her, kissing her there with all the passion he did her mouth. Her insides knotted. “Your pussy’s my fucking wet dream, sugar. So pretty.” He sucked his finger and then thrust it into her channel.

She clenched around him, bucking harder. Needing the release he’d given her before, but somehow she knew this would be bigger. Her inner muscles quaked and she shuddered beneath his mouth.

He finger-fucked her faster. She tensed, slipping down the mountainside. She was melting into this beautiful and forbidden cowboy, and right now she hardly cared. Juicy sounds filled the air as he tongued and fingered her. She locked her hands around his head and held him.

“Mmm,” he rumbled against her swollen pussy. She cried out, and he did it again.

Pushing her legs up and back, he buried his face between her thighs and got down to business. She jerked in his hold. Her pussy spasmed once—and she was skidding out of control.

He added a second finger, tossing her higher. Juices spilled over his lips and hand, and she met his dark stare. Even trembling with release, she could see how much pleasure he got out of taking her to the highest pinnacle. His eyes hooded as he toyed with her clit, batting it back and forth with the point of his tongue.

Returning to her senses, she splayed her hands over his shoulders and pushed to move him. “Your turn, cowboy.”

* * * * *

Dusty stripped with lightning speed and gave himself up to the little cowgirl, letting her nudge him onto the mattress and mount him. As she hovered over him, he filled his palms with her glorious tits. Scraping his thumbs over each hard bud and pulling more soft squeaks from her. Fuck, he loved seeing her undone. Wild.

She kissed him, heedless of her juices coating his lips and jaw. Growling, he fed her flavors back to her while she gave him a lap dance rivaling any in Sin City. He caught her hips, memorizing the grinding motion. Each subtle movement made him harder. His cock was pure steel, aching to be inside her tight heat.

But he wasn’t done kissing her. Long, sweeping passes of his tongue didn’t gather enough of her taste. He dragged her closer.

She ducked from under his arms and slid down his body. Kissing downward, trailing her silky hair over his chest. When her warm wet mouth was poised over the tip of his erection, he groaned.

Buckle up. It’s going to be a helluva ride.

She swallowed his cock in one smooth glide. He bit off a roar as her plush lips skimmed his length all the way to the root. She flashed her eyes at him, and his heart tumbled. It seemed to hit the ground rolling like a rider bucked off a horse.

He fisted her hair, holding it back so he could see her tantalizing mouth taking him. As she lapped the rim of his cock, his balls clenched. Seeing his cock disappear into her sweet mouth… Damn, he couldn’t last.

“Mmm.” She let the pre-come string between her tongue and his body.

“I’m losing my damn mind, sugar.” He pinched her jaw and gently eased her away from him, unable to go on another minute with the burning torture.

Unfazed by his putting the brakes on the best blow job of his life, she threw a leg over him and wiggled up his body until her soaking pussy was against his length. She rubbed against it and murmured, “Condom?”

“In my wallet,” he ground out, aware that if she didn’t have any handy, she couldn’t come to Vegas to have flings like this. That roused a warm feeling that was far more dangerous than any ride of his life.

He started to move to retrieve his jeans, but she was too quick. He got a better show than at Caesar’s Palace as she climbed off the bed and dug through his jeans. Golden tanned curves and long hair hiding the parts of her he wanted to see most.

She held up his wallet, but he gestured to her. “Just get one out.”

“You trust me with your wallet?”

That gave him pause. Their gazes met, and his lips stretched in a grin. “Yeah, I do.”

She opened the bi-fold and located a foil packet. Which she proceeded to rip open with her teeth, climbing back up the bed, and rolled it over his cock.

He stilled her hands by gripping her wrists. “If you keep rubbing me that way, I won’t need a condom, sugar.” Before she could mount him again, he kissed her long and hard.

The instant she started to respond, he tore away, flipped her and cupped her round ass. At that moment, the sound of singing came down the hall. Very drunken, very loud singing.

Carolers.

“Jesus, not that song again.” She twisted her face into the pillow.

He started laughing and cloaked her with his body, kissing her nape, nuzzling the fine hairs that grew there. Two bars of the song later, he said, “Want me to make them go away?”

“No, I want your cock in me.”

He let out a groan and pushed his hips into hers. She ground against him. Biting back a whoop, he gripped his cock and slid home.

They both stilled, the revelers outside their door forgotten as her body molded to his shape. Avalee jerked him into her body deeper, and they shared a primal noise. “Move!”

He withdrew almost to the tip before slamming back inside. She cried out. He tugged her hips up to receive him more fully, his mind mush. He could only think of one thing—stretching her tight, wet sheath until he heard her make that insane sound again.

Fire spread through his groin and tingled along his spine. He was so damn close. Too close. He was going to embarrass himself if he didn’t slow down.

Reaching around her, he toggled her clit piercing. She cried out. “You’re so fucking wet…and…tight.” He churned his hips to find that point to send her over the edge. Locking his arms around her, he drew her into his every thrust. She turned her face hard on the pillow so he glimpsed her pink cheeks and eyes half-closed in bliss.

“Dustyyyy.” Her gasp walloped him—she said his name the same way each time she came. Jesus, a man could get used to hearing that. His cock throbbed. He groaned.

And then he was pounding her, mindless to anything but the quick clench and release of her pussy around his cock and the look on her beautiful face as she came apart for him.

He pushed deep and came. Four spurts extended into seven. Just when he thought she’d milk him dry, his arms buckled and he collapsed against her. Weighting her to the bed, kissing her throat.

“How was that mistake?” he rasped.

“It made me forget that terrible, annoying song.”

He chuckled and felt her own mirth vibrate under him. His smile spread over her skin. “Sugar, I think it made me forget my own name.”

* * * * *

On the opening day of Cowboy Christmas, Avalee knew three things. First, nobody really liked the Coldspring Canyon bars that Dusty said tasted like vomit. She’d sold out of all the Arroyo Anchos but she had ten cases of Coldspring Canyons.

Second, despite that irritating song playing everywhere she went, she was really starting to catch the Christmas spirit. Now that she had a good memory to associate with the tune, she found herself smiling.

And lastly, she was terrified of seeing Dusty again.

She’d managed to avoid him after their one night of bliss. He’d come looking for her, but she’d spotted him—and his trail of fans—moving through the place like a tornado through a trailer park, and she’d quickly ducked out.

But today was the photoshoot, and there was no more escaping him. She dragged in a deep breath of cinnamon-and-pine-scented air. She could do this. She was a mature woman. So they’d slept together. Sure, they’d strayed from the rules of lust by having sex several times. They’d thoroughly enjoyed each other during the course of the night, but she had no reason to be embarrassed.

She pushed her hair off her face. Who was she fooling? She wasn’t embarrassed—she was afraid she’d take one look at him again and end up riding his cock like a cheap drunk on a mechanical bull. Except her alcoholic high came from a single look into Dusty’s dark eyes.

“Miss Byrd, can I have a second of your time to ask you a few questions?” The young male reporter had a pen and notebook. He’d been asking her questions for two days, none of them seeming important enough to print in a magazine or newspaper. She suspected he bothered her because he had a bit of a crush. Either that or he was hungry. Maybe he could take home some of the Coldspring Canyon bars.

Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she turned with a smile. “Sure.”

He dimpled as he moved closer. “This is your family business, am I right?”

“Yes, it is. My father started the company a decade ago. The operation began in our own kitchen and expanded to a big factory kitchen right here in the USA.”

He scrawled her reply, and it hit her that most reporters these days wouldn’t be writing notes longhand.

She narrowed her eyes. “Who do you write for?”

He glanced up and dimpled more. Damn, the guy had one in each cheek. He’d make some woman happy, but not her. After spending the night under Dusty Waite’s burning gaze, she could hardly look at another man.