Christmas at Twin Falls (16 page)

“If I didn’t stop you, I’d come in your mouth,” Beau said.

He pulled her to her knees and bent her over in front of him. He rubbed his cock up and down the wet slit, and Natasha moaned in excitement. He knew exactly what she felt because he wanted to sink himself inside her and blur the lines of reality. With one smooth thrust, he filled her and surged forward once, then twice, making her cry out his name.

“Ah, Tasha, you feel so damn good,” he muttered.

“Don’t tease me. Fuck me hard,” she begged.

He couldn’t have gone slow even if he tried. Beau pumped into her at a feverish pace, and he felt the flames of her desire lap at him. The noises their bodies made as he took her were primal. He reached around to cup her breasts and brought her off her hands to just being on her knees while he fucked her.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Natasha chanted the words over and over again.

She came hard. He felt it course through her body. He’d never felt like this before, didn’t know her body could reach such heights, her pussy so wet it ran down his cock.

“Baby, I can’t hold back,” he groaned. His balls tightened, and he gritted his teeth in pleasurable agony.

“Oh, Beau, fill me.” She reached between her legs to cup his balls and squeezed them.

That sensation was his undoing. “ Fuck, yes!” With a loud harsh cry, he grabbed her hips and pumped into her mercilessly. He threw his head back and opened his mouth to a silent yell as his come filled her with each thrust. He moved until nothing was left, and they both slumped to the carpet, sweaty, damp, and breathless.

“Did I break the stallion?” Natasha teased.

“Oh honey, I’m yours. Grab the rope and tie me up.” Beau chuckled.

“That’ll be next time,” she purred.

“Lord, woman, you may kill me, but I’ll go into that sweet night blissfully content.” He sighed.

“Oh no, Beau Everett, I plan to keep you around for a long time,” Natasha said softly. “I don’t even want to think about you not….”

He cut her off with a gentle kiss. “You won’t be losing me.”

“Good, remember that,” Natasha said firmly.

“I plan on it, so should I carry you upstairs to bed?” Beau asked.

“How about we grab that afghan and we cuddle by the fire for awhile?” she suggested.

“You have the most amazing ideas.” Beau pulled the afghan down and wrapped it around them.

“Stick with me, kid, and I’ll show you the stars,” she murmured and kissed his chest.

“You already have,” he said in a quiet voice.

A cuddle by the fire turned into them sleeping there the entire night. Beau rose at his usual time and looked down at the sleeping woman. Natasha curled up like a kitten and continued to sleep. His heart filled with love, and it almost overwhelmed him.
Just a little longer
, he thought and lay back beside her. Just a little longer to hold onto the woman he loved.

Chapter Five

Christmas Eve brought snow and the threat of a major blizzard. Still the Fed Ex truck made it in time, and she had her gift for Beau. She looked out at the fluffy white snowflakes falling lazily to the ground and then to the gift she’d carefully wrapped that sat in her lap. Soon the snow would be so heavy she wouldn’t be able to see the circular hedge pots in the driveway. Beau was outside in the stables taking care of his horses. But when she saw him running across the driveway, she knew something was wrong. Beau usually walked with purposeful strides, never in a hurry to get anywhere but always making it in time. If he was running, there was a reason.

Not even caring about a coat, she opened the door and stepped outside. “Beau, what’s wrong?”

“Midnight is down. It’s colic. I’m going to get Cody to help,” Beau said.

“I saw his truck pull out a little bit ago. He and Kaleena must be out,” Natasha said. “Can I help?”

“Come with me.” He didn’t even wait for an answer. He moved back across the ground at a dead run.

Natasha ran inside and grabbed her coat before sitting in the kitchen to lace up her boots. She sprinted out the door and made a beeline for the stables. She could hear him soothing the animal, so she moved toward his voice. On the floor of the stall, in the midst of fresh hay, laid the horse she’d seen him working with in the corral. She didn’t know much about horses except that when they were lying down it was bad.

“We’ve got to get him up and walking. Lying down and thrashing his legs like he is, he can twist his intestines,” Beau said. “He won’t want to get up, but we have to make him.”

How do we do that?
she wondered but didn’t say it out loud. The horse thrashed not only because it was in pain but also because he hadn’t been tamed as yet, which made it definitely more dangerous.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Beau said calmly and stroked the beast’s long neck. “Let me help you. Midnight, you rascal you’ve been breaking out of your stall and overeating.”

Beau started to hum a song she didn’t recognize, but it seemed to soothe the horse. He slipped a bridle on the horse’s head, and soon they had him up and walking the length of the stables. Fifteen-minute intervals and then they’d put him back into the stall to rest. Each time Midnight wanted to lay down, they didn’t let him. Beau was always with him and giving him medicine or gently talking to the horse. He loved his animals, and the worry on his face was evident until the tide turned and he could tell Midnight was out of danger. Still they kept on and did it for hours until the horse stopped sweating and seemed at ease. The breaking of Midnight wasn’t meant to happen in the corral but in his stall being cared for by his owner. Beau patted the horse’s neck as it looked out over the stall door.

“No food for you, Midnight Ink,” Beau crooned. “We’ll let your stomach settle.” He moved away and held out his hand to Natasha. “Ready to go inside, honey?”

Natasha laced her fingers with his and teased, “You smell like horse.”

Beau laughed and wrinkled his nose. “You do too, Ms. Quinlan. We should shower.”

“Yeah, we should and then nap,” Natasha said.

“If I could amend that statement—shower, hot sex, and then nap,” Beau said. “I find that I get horny as hell after a crisis.”

“I think I could fit you in,” Natasha purred. “Race you to the water.”

The shower was hot. Steam filled the cubicle as hot passionate kisses were dispensed, and slick hands lathered each other’s bodies. Natasha was amazed at how his hands, so rough and calloused, could ignite such a fire in her body. These were a working man’s hands that fixed fences and baled hay. They were hands that labored to break horses or rope cattle. Yet the way he touched her with such gentleness, care, and infused with passion was her undoing.

He wrapped her legs around his waist as they left the shower still soaking wet. He put her on the bed, uncaring that they were slick with water. His hands cupped the globes of her breasts, and he engorged himself on her hard nipples. Natasha moaned his name and held his head. Beau lifted her easily, and she was always amazed at how tiny and fragile he made her feel. He lay on the bed and brought her over him. Her nipples were in his mouth once more, and Natasha whimpered in pleasure. She arched her back, pushing more of her smooth globe deeper into his mouth, wanting more. The urge to be devoured by him overrode every other thought.

“Oh, Beau, please more,” she moaned.

Natasha could feel his thick cock between her legs making her want and ache to have him inside her. She rubbed against him, the friction on her clit causing sweet pleasure, and he groaned in response.

“Lord, girl, I’ll fuck you hard if you don’t stop doing that,” he muttered.

“Do it. Fill me and fuck me hard,” she begged feverishly.

“Oh no, honey. I like to take my time on each and every curve,” he growled. “I want to have your taste on my tongue.”

“Make me come with your mouth.” Natasha climbed off him and lay back on the pillows.

She panted, not feeling like she was getting enough air. She spread her legs and exposed her sex to him, and the heat from his eyes made her juice flow. With a guttural moan, he buried his face between her legs and tasted the core of her sex. Her back arched, and pleasure lanced through her like a bolt of energy. She screamed and clutched the damp sheets beneath her. Beau licked and sucked at her clit before she felt his fingers circle the sensitive flesh of her entrance. He slid his fingers inside her over and over again. She cried out, and she moved her hips, pressing herself more intimately against his lips and seeking hands. She slipped her hands into his thick hair and bucked against him. She could feel herself reaching for the pinnacle of her release. He fucked her harder with his fingers until she came with such force that her body tensed and she lost her breath. Natasha cried out as each sensation assaulted her body, and she came apart under his mouth.

 “I want you inside me. Now, damn it. Beau,
now
,” she demanded.

“Oh yes, yes.” His voice was a harsh whisper, and he pulled her over him and brought her down hard onto his cock.

He was so long and hard he touched places inside her that made her shudder and whimper his name. Half the time she didn’t know if she could take him all, yet knew that she craved every inch.

“Damn, you so tight. I need more of you.” He pulled her hips down again hard and sent himself deeper inside her. She cried out in ecstasy, and she undulated on the object of her pleasure. Beau groaned and buried his face in the valley of her breasts. His hand reached around and gripped her shoulders pulling her hard against him. The repetitive movements made her tremble until she screamed his name, and his voice combined with hers in a guttural cry.

“God, yes!” She grabbed his hair and pulled his head from her breasts. They kissed long, hard, and passionately before she pleaded, “Come with me, Beau. Come with me.”

He pumped himself inside her in deep strokes, pushing himself to the hilt. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, and she tightened her legs around him. They were glossy with sweat, and she could hear their bodies meet with wet, slick sounds.

“God, I love you. God, I love you so much,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

“I’m yours forever, Beau. I love you too,” she gasped out.

It was as if the dam broke inside her, and Natasha screamed as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. Beau called her name and pounded himself inside her until he followed her into his own release. Their bodies heaved as they tried to catch their breath. Natasha lost track of the frantic beats of her heart and just kept her eyes closed until it at last resumed a normal rhythm.

 “I think I need another shower. The last one was dirty,” she murmured.

“Hmmm.” He sighed in contentment before moving toward her plaint body. “God, I do love you, darling.”

“I love you too, Beau,” she said. “Is it time for the nap part of the program?”

“Not quite yet,” he said and rolled them both until she was beneath him.

His cock was hard and ready again. He filled her once more and began a slow rhythm that she matched easily. A deep, lingering kiss and then he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it deeply between his lips.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned and lifted her hips higher to take him deeper.

He kissed her long, slow, and deep before giving her a wicked grin. “When it comes to you, baby, my appetite will never be satisfied.”

Natasha gave in to the need once more and let it consume her. It was after frozen pizza in bed and ice cream that she finally settled in for that nap—in the arms of the man she loved a few hours before Christmas morning.

* * * *

She smelled cinnamon, and it tickled her nostrils, tempting her to awaken. She felt around the bed for her man, her Beau. He was gone of course, and she gave a husky laugh. Natasha knew she better get used to it. Men like Beau got up before the sun, but the smell of cinnamon was the curious thing that had her rolling out of bed.
What is he up to?

Natasha knew exactly where to find his T-shirts and sweats, and soon she was clothed heading downstairs. She found quite a sight waiting for her. Breakfast had been set up in front of the fireplace close to the Christmas tree. Beau stood there wearing a Santa’s hat and a fake beard. He held two cups of coffee and a big grin. Natasha paused at the bottom of the steps and took it in before laughing in amazement.

“What’s all this? Santa in my house wearing a T-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms?” she asked stepping into the room.

“Santa decided to stay and visit with his favorite elf,” Beau said. “Come here and give old Santa a kiss.”

“I thought after last night, Santa might still be asleep.” Natasha walked into his arms.

He kissed her gently. “I wanted to do something nice for my favorite girl.”

“One second, I have to get you my gift.” Natasha ran to the window seat and picked up her package from the cushions. She came back to sit close to him at their makeshift Christmas breakfast picnic. “Here, this is for you. Merry Christmas, Beau.”

He looked down at the package in his lap and then to her. “When did you have time to shop?”

“I didn’t. I kinda of threw this together,” Natasha said. “Open it.”

He tore the paper off and looked down at the hunter green book in his hand. He traced his finger over the golden embossed letters that spelled out the family name,
The Everett Family
. She watched him as he opened the book to reveal its contents. Pictures of his family, fragments of time forever saved in a book she put together. His parents wedding pictures, them in front of the newly built house, Beau and Cody’s first day home as babies, first birthdays, and family picnics. Beau standing with his blue ribbon at his first rodeo, him and Cody in their football uniforms with
Go Huntsford Bulls
as the caption. She tried to capture every holiday and birthday and each special event of their lives. She watched him thumb through the pages carefully to the final picture of the family one year before his parents’ death—that final Christmas with all of them by the Christmas tree.