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A hoarse chuckle filled the air, as he released his hold on her hair and slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Damn, darlin’.”

Licking her parched lips, Charlotte stifled the urge to pull him back in and finish him off. His taste was addictive, much like the man himself. “Why did you stop?” Spurs & Mistletoe: For Love’s Sake Only

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Ty leaned down and picked her up, pushing her further back on the bed. “Because as wonderful as your hot mouth felt, I’m willing to bet your sweet pussy will feel ten times better.”

Good Lord, Charlotte thought. She had officially died and gone to heaven.

She was so damn sexy it hurt. A body made for loving, and a mouth made for sin, Charlotte was like birthdays and Christmas all rolled into one. The thought that, in just a few short seconds, he was going to be able to slide into her tight little body, was making his balls hurt.

As if the feel of her mouth sucking him in hadn’t been hot enough, Ty had to settle his erratically beating heart down when he watched his pale cock disappear into the dark beauty’s mouth. It was an erotic scene he’d never imagined before, and it made him harder than he would have ever thought. Finally, Ty understood why God had made people of different races. The beauty of the mingling colors was enough to take his breath away.

Reaching onto the floor, he pulled his wallet out and grabbed the three condoms he’d stashed in there earlier in the evening. With a flick of his hand, Ty tossed two onto the bed as he ripped open the remaining one.

Perched up on a bent arm, Charlotte glanced down at the condoms and then back up at him with a slight smirk on her pretty face. “Only three, cowboy?”

“Don’t worry, darlin’, us cowboys always have a back up plan.” Like coming in her mouth, her ass, her hand. Ty wasn’t going to let the lack of condoms spoil the many opportunities her willing body had to offer.

Ty slid the condom on, all the while staring at Charlotte’s body displayed wantonly in front of him. He could sense her desires and taste the lingering essence of her pussy in his mouth.

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Reaching back to the floor, Ty picked up his pants and pulled his belt free from the loops. Charlotte’s big brown eyes widened as she pushed up to a sitting position. “What do you think you’re doing with that, cowboy?”

Her voice quivered as she spoke, but Ty noted what else happened. Her nipples hardened, and she licked her lips as if in anticipation. It was those telltale signs that convinced him to revisit the belt idea later. His cock jerked in agreement.

“I want you to hold onto it, above your head.”

“Why?”

Climbing into bed next to her, Ty laid the belt above her head. Taking her hands firmly into his, he raised them as well, watching in satisfaction as she grasped the belt like he’d instructed.

“Because the headrest on the bed sucks, and I want you to let yourself go for me. To let me make you come over and over again, knowing that I, and only I, am in control of your passion.” Ty slid between her parted legs, feeling the hot, moist heat from her center brush against his abs. Charlotte was just as turned on as he was. Her pebble-hard nipples and the moisture gathering between her satin legs spoke volumes to him. “I want to make you come.”

“Again,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Again and again and again.” Reaching between them, Ty grasped his aching cock, and centered it against her wet entrance.

Ty slowly pushed inside of Charlotte’s waiting body, biting down on the side of his mouth so as not to cry out. He was larger, larger than most, and Ty knew if he wasn’t careful he could hurt her. But it was killing him to restrain himself and not drive deep into her waiting body like he wanted. Her pussy was that good.

Hot, luscious, and tight, the warmth from her body damn near seared the condom to his skin. For the first time in a long time, Ty wanted to feel a woman’s body without the added benefit of latex. He wanted to feel her warmth firsthand as he powered into her. The Spurs & Mistletoe: For Love’s Sake Only

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only thing holding him back was the knowledge that this time wouldn’t be the last time he was with her. They had plenty of time for bareback when she knew him better -- and she would know him better.

“You’re burning me alive, darlin’,” he growled, pulling back before powering in again.

Charlotte arched her hips up to his for more. Her arms held tautly above her head by sheer willpower alone, were trembling with her effort. Ty could tell she wanted to move them, but like a good girl she didn’t. “Ohhh ...” Charlotte closed her eyes as she arched up to him, biting down on her lip to stifle her moans.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck ...” she muttered over and over again, singing her own little song of ecstasy, and Ty couldn’t agree more. He wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck her all night long.

“Harder please ... harder.”

A woman after his own heart. “Anything you say, darlin’.” Steadying himself on his knees, Ty pistoned in and out of Charlotte. Her pussy grasped at the length of his cock, gripping it tightly as he undulated deep inside her hot tunnel. Ty wanted more. He couldn’t get deep enough. Moving his hands, he placed them by her head so he could move deeper. Turning her head, Charlotte bit into his forearm, crying out her pleasure around him. Her sharp teeth dragged a fierce growl from Ty as the added slice of pain slid like a lover’s caress down his soul.

“That’s it, baby, give me everything. Give it all to me.” Charlotte ripped her mouth away from his arm and cried out with passion. Jerking her hands from above her head, she moved them, belt and all, over Ty’s shoulders, gripping his pumping ass with the leather of the belt, pulling him tighter into her. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged as she met him thrust for thrust.

The cold, abrasive leather bit into his taut buttocks as Charlotte used the belt as leverage to force him deeper into her body, but Ty didn’t mind. In fact, he loved that he had brought her to that feverish pitch.

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“Come on, darlin’,” Ty growled, picking up speed, “take more.” Charlotte whimpered his name as she gyrated on the bed. Her body shivered as she took more and more of his hard cock. “Ty ... Ty, please ...”

“Right there, honey, right there,” he urged as he felt his own orgasm creeping up his spine. She felt so fucking good. Ty didn’t think he could ever get enough of her tight body.

“Oh, God, oh, God ...” Charlotte cried out as she came, pulling him deeper into her body.

The walls of her vagina pulsated with her release as she milked his cock plunging into her depths. Ty bit back a masculine groan as he pumped in rapid succession, coming into her grasping body. His entire body ached with his release, and his tense muscles quivered as he pulled out of Charlotte slowly.

Spent, Charlotte released her grasp on the belt and dropped her arms down to the sides of her lethargic body. Her body glistened with sweat as she lay dazed on top of the quilt. A lazy chuckle escaped her as she rolled her head over to look at him. “Damn.” Laughing, Ty couldn’t have said it better. They had fucked like it was an Olympic sport, as if they were going for the gold. His body was a trembling mass of nerves, everything still tingling from their release, and yet, despite the massive release they had both just experienced, his hunger for her was not sated.

Ty eased out of the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back tidied up and with a cool washcloth for Charlotte. Sitting down on the bed, he slid the cloth between her legs, startling her into opening her eyes. “If I were a cat, I would purrrrr ...” she teased.

“I could have sworn I heard a purr somewhere in there.”

“Are you sure that didn’t come from you, cowboy?”

“Cowboys don’t purr.” He growled playfully.

Her warm brown eyes were alight with mischief as she rolled onto her side, running her delicate hand down the length of the belt. “You get points for creativity, that’s for sure.” Spurs & Mistletoe: For Love’s Sake Only

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“And you get points for taking orders.”

A slow smile spread across her face. Running her hand up his thigh, she brushed her fingers against his cock. “I follow orders well.” His sleeping cock aroused from its vegetative state. He’d give her an order, all right.

“Let’s put it to a test, shall we?” Dropping the towel onto the ground, Ty crawled over, cradling her body under his.

He wasn’t in the mood for foreplay; he just wanted her hard, fast, and as often as she could take. Sliding his hand down her thigh, Ty raised her leg over his hip as he settled down between her supple thighs once more.

“Ty,” she said, bracing his chest with her hands.

“Yes?

“This time put your hat on.”

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Chapter Four

Charlotte was a coward. It wasn’t something she was proud of, but it was the truth. Too embarrassed to face Ty this morning, she had snuck out of her own hotel room. Her own room, for Pete’s sake, and here she was now, roaming the rodeo grounds feeling like a fool.

Fool was the other stand-out word that kept rolling around in her mind, because only a fool would willingly leave a man as handsome and virile as Ty asleep and alone in the room.

Last night had been one of the best nights of her life, but this morning, Charlotte had rolled over and seen Ty still in bed, looking as beautiful asleep as he did awake, and she instantly became petrified. For her first and last one-night stand, she had definitely picked a winner, but knowing that Ty would know how easily she had given in to his charms made Charlotte feel horrible.

The old adage was true; no man would buy the cow if he got the milk for free. And Charlotte had been extremely free last night. Free with her wants, free with her desires, and completely free with her body. She had let Ty, a man she’d only known for a day, do things with her that she had never allowed her past lovers to do. There was just something about him that made her give in to him. Something lethal, and she had to run from him, and herself, before she did something stupid, like lose her heart to him.

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Pushing the trailer door closed, Charlotte leaned back against the cool wood and banged her head softly repeatedly into the door. She had only come down for the weekend.

Two days to do grunt work and then straight back home. And in one night she had put aside all of her morals and beliefs and given in to a handsome man in a Stetson.

“So stupid!” She cursed herself for the hundredth time, but this time, like the last, she wasn’t sure if she was cursing herself for leaving his bed, or allowing him into her bed in the first place. The ringing phone cut off her self-loathing. “Sane here.”

“That’s always good to hear,” chuckled her best friend, Tamara. “So how are things on the Ponderosa?”

Charlotte closed her eyes for a second and smiled. Tamara’s friend-radar must have gone off. They had always been able to tell when one needed the other. “A bit more exciting than I ever thought possible.”

“Really? Do tell?”

“I am such an idiot.” There were no two ways about it. Walking across the room, Charlotte set her briefcase on the table before sitting down in a chair.

Tamara’s warm laughter filled the line. “I so love when your rants begin this way.”

“Then you’re going to love this.” Taking a deep sigh, Charlotte blurted out what had happened last night, giving as much detail as possible considering her location. By the time she had finished bringing Tamara up-to-date, Charlotte was exhausted, and feeling ten times the fool. “I can’t believe I ran out on him.”

“I can’t believe you’re able to walk.”

“No shit.” She laughed, shaking her head in denial. “I’m such an idiot! Why did I leave him?”

“Because you’re an idiot. I thought we already went over that,” Tamara concurred, without missing a beat.

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“Please, I’m your friend, if I can’t tell you when you’re being an idiot, who will?”

“Do you have to say it with so much glee?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

Charlotte could hear the amusement and love in Tamara’s voice, and it went a long way to sooth her rumbling nerves. Standing up, she walked across the room to the large windows. “Do you think I’m a skeez?”

“Hell, no. For once in your perfect little life you went out and had a great time, with what sounds like a great man. That doesn’t make you a whore, Char, that makes you human.” Leaning against the window, Charlotte looked out at the busy rodeo. Who would have ever thought she would have had to travel three hundred miles to find her humanity? “Being human sucks.”

“Who are you telling? Last night you spent the night playing Cowboys and Indians, and I spent it poring over job applications. How is that fair? I was so depressed, I ended up eating a box -- yes, you heard me, a box -- of brownies. Being unemployed is hell on my diet.”

“Tamara ...” Charlotte groaned.

“Oh, don’t ‘Tamara’ me. I ate a box of brownies. You slept with a cowboy. I’m thinking we’re about even.”

“Yeah, but I bet I enjoyed Ty a hell of a lot more than you enjoyed your brownies.” Charlotte couldn’t help but tease.

“Well, that’s good to know,” said a hard voice from behind her. Charlotte whirled around from the window and almost dropped the phone as Ty slammed the door shut behind him. “Because for a moment there, I was beginning to wonder. Hang up the phone.” Shaken by the fierce look in Ty’s eyes, Charlotte quickly pulled the phone back up to her ear. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later?” Tamara jumped on the one word like it was the last lifeboat off the Titanic.

“Why later?”

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“Because I have company.”

“The kind of company that spends the night?”

“Yes.”

“Ooh ... I want details.”

Ty stalked toward her, looking angry as hell. “Hang up the phone now.”

“Later,” Charlotte promised, hanging up without saying goodbye. “Ty, I’m surprised to see you.”

“I bet you are.” His tone was as fierce as his expression, but Charlotte refused to cower.