by Brynn Hale
“Coleman.”
“That’s right. You’re named after him, right?”
He nods his head while lighting some candles.
I met him a couple of times but he passed away well before my teen years. “I’m really sorry about your dad.”
“Were you at the funeral?”
“Yeah, in the back. I came and went.” I slip my hand into his. “I’m so sorry.”
“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
“I never…I never thought you’d want me.”
He closes his eyes and when they open they take my breath away. “Elodie Roberts, I want you now and forever.”
Cole lowers to one knee and my legs feel like that slime kids play with. I stare into his eyes, never letting my gaze stray. I’ve wanted this moment from the time I knew who he was.
“Elodie Dawn Roberts, I love you. I will always love you. Please wear my mother’s ring and say you’ll marry me.”
I almost can’t speak. My heart pounds hard and my body feels like it’s floating.
“Cole Michael Reeves, I can’t wait to be by your side for the rest of my life. I’ve loved you for so long and I’ll love you forever. Yes. I’ll marry you.”
He slips the ring on my hand and his lips claim mine as he stands. Years of want and desire steamroll me. I push the shoulders of his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders while his tongue delves deeper into my body.
I imagined I’d be a nervous wreck, but my hands are steady and my breathing is calm. This is where I’m meant to be, with this amazing man.
With each button of his shirt, his kisses deepen and we absorb each other’s attention as if every moment means more than the last. I slide his shirt off and my hands go for his belt buckle. The sound makes me smile. I’ve never been in this position with a man. Twenty-six years of living and wishing, but I probably should let him know…
“Cole?” His lips skim down my neck, lower. His hands round my back and the zipper slips down my body. “Cole!”
He stills. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, but I’ve never done this before.” My heart skips a beat. Certainly, this won’t be the thing to scare him away, right?
His nose lands on mine. “Then let’s make this a night we both really won’t forget, Mrs. Reeves-to-be.”
I grimace. “I’m keeping my maiden name.”
“What?” He shakes his head. “Is this going to be our first fight?”
I cross my arms and jut out my hip. “They do say making up is the best part of a fight.”
“I’m just kidding. I shouldn’t have assumed, Dr. Roberts.”
“Dr. Roberts-Reeves.” I can compromise.
“Even better.”
I return to what I’m doing. My lips make their way over his chest, down his firm abs, every inch smooth and solid. He moans my name when my lips meet the top of his pants. I stare up at him. Cole’s gaze of pure desire spins my head like I’m on a tilt-a-whirl. He finishes the zipper on my dress and I step back, spin with my back to him, now knowing his predilection for my ass, and ever so slowly slip each shoulder down and allow the fabric to graze my skin as it falls. And underneath…nothing. No bra. No underwear. Hell, nothing could fit under that dress. It held everything in.
“Fuck…me,” he growls.
“I plan to, cowboy…” I move toward the bed. The open room cabin’s ambiance is warm and cozy with the candles glowing.
He locks the door and flips a switch to start the gas log fireplace and starts some light Christmas music on the Bluetooth system, setting a festive and playful mood. When “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” comes on, he chuckles and quickly changes the music to slow love songs.
Better.
He lowers me to the bed and his warm lips surround my hard nipple. I arch my back as he sucks the tip into his mouth and massages it until the zings of pleasure arc through my body.
“Tell me what you like, what you want, what feels good. I want to hear you ask for it, sweetheart.”
“Go down on me, Cole.” The flash of a blush that my direction causes is like a brush fire, wild and unpredictable.
But he wastes no time. He stands up, drops his pants and I know my eyes must be saucers.
Cole chuckles. “Yes, Mrs., I mean, Dr. Roberts-Reeves, you’re getting a full nine inches.”
As soon as the shock wears off, I’m back to wanting him even more. I’m ready to be his woman.
“Should I kiss you here?” His lips hover right above my pussy.
“Yes, kiss me there.” I writhe on the bed anticipating his touch.
His nimble fingers spread me open as his damp breaths brush against my pussy and I moan his name. The silkiness of his tongue glides across my inner folds. I grip the headboard for leverage, and I move in time to the lapping of his tongue. He moans against me and the vibrations trigger tiny quakes of pleasure, just a precursor to what I can tell is a big one.
“You taste like cinnamon and sugar, baby. And I’m going to feast on you all night long.”
My body heats low in my stomach as he gently tugs my clit into this mouth. The uber sensitive tissues ignite under his tender but firm devotion. One of his hands teases at my body’s entrance.
This is it. I still as he slowly, carefully, and with every ounce of restraint that I can imagine is in him, glides his finger inside of my body. He pauses and I glance down at him.
“Yes.” I nod. “Fuck yes!” Just watching him down there is exciting and overwhelming. My body responds by kicking my orgasm into high gear, searing heat crosses my belly and quick zaps of pleasure radiate out from my clit. I’m almost there. “I’m close, honey.”
“Just let it happen, Ellie.” He returns to my clit and sucks the plumped tissues into his mouth.
I moan, “Fuck, Cole. Oh, there it is… Fuck! God, I love you.”
His mouth stays on my clit and the orgasm blows through me like a hurricane, fast, whipping my reasoning and all cognitive ability clear from my mind. All I can think of is him. How I wasted so many years being scared of… myself. Tears drip down the sides of my face.
“Shit. Ellie, did I hurt you?” He meets me at the top of the bed.
“No, no. That was…that was beautiful. Wonderful. I’m just so happy. These are good tears, I promise.”
“Really?”
His hard cock presses against my leg as he lays on top of me. It’s difficult to concentrate on anything else. “Cole, I’m ready for you.”
He stills. “Baby, I want you to touch me.”
I reach between us while his lips meet mine and he sucks in a quick breath when I stroke his long, thick cock. He’s so veiny and the perfect blend of pink and brown. The head is massive and I really wonder if this will be accomplished easily.
Without a word his lips move to my neck and his body moves to be over me. “Ellie, baby, open your eyes. I’m going to want to see you when this happens.”
I nod. “I’m here.”
His hand gently works his hard shaft between my folds, lining up perfectly, the large mushroom head of his cock slipping into my body and I inhale quickly.
It’s more beautiful than I’d even imagined.
COLE
“Slowly, Ellie. Slowly.” I lean slip her legs around my waist to slow my entry. “So fucking hot and tight.” I’m going to lose it, if I keep talking about her pussy. It’s like a Koozie over a beer can, tight.
I want to fill this woman. I want to fill her heart, her body, and her soul with our love. I slip deeper and deeper.
“I’m all the way.”
“Oh…wow. That’s… um…big.”
I plant my arms under hers and slip my hands into her hair. Our bodies seem to know each other. She starts to meet my thrusts and soon I’m growling to stop what is inevitable.
“Baby, please tell me you’re there.”
She reaches between us and I can feel her rubbing her clit. “Just another couple of seconds…” She grasps behind my neck and tugs my head to h
ers. “I’m there.” Her neck arches and her pussy vibrates tiny flutters along my cock.
I murmur promises for our future like the waves of pleasure that rocket through me. My cock unleashes a torrent of seed inside of her body.
I plant deeply and before my mouth covers hers, I whisper, “I love you, Elodie. Now and always.”
Epilogue
ELODIE
“How’s she doing?” Cole asks as he rounds the corner into the barn.
“She’s a great mommy.”
The Christmas Eve miracle calf is on its hooves and although still just a little wobbly, it’s nursing and making my heart pitter patter with thoughts of having the same experience as a mother.
I turn to him. “Everyone closing up for the night?”
“Breck’s still not home, but I texted him and he said he’d tell me tomorrow what happened, but he’s fine. And I know where Luke is, but he doesn’t want me to know.”
I figure I know, too. Luke and Grace’s story is yet to be written, but knowing them, they’ll save the best for last.
I cross the barn to my fiancé. “So, what you’re saying is that this barn is all ours and all the guests are gone. And so we can make a little noise in here?”
“Damn, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
I pull him by the hand to a pile of haybales. I can imagine that two of them stacked will be the perfect height for his long legs. He grabs a couple of horse blankets and throws them over.
“I don’t want to make love, Cole.”
“Oh, okay, whatever you want baby, I’m here.”
“No…” I grab his jacket and rip it open. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh…fuck…me.” His eyes get big and he’s lit up. His cock tents his jeans impressively. He strips them off and I drop the jogging pants that he’s lent me to wear.
I lean over the haystack and I can feel the juices of my pussy dripping down my legs. “I’m already wet to my knees.”
He doesn’t waste time. His fingers invade my body and prime me. “Hot and slick and wet.”
Before I can agree with him, he’s right there. I know he wants to be careful, but now is not the time.
“Dammit, cowboy, fuck! Me!”
He thrusts his cock inside of me and I’m seeing stars. Every pounding drive hits my womb and my body quickly responds by clenching and squeezing. Detonation is eminent.
He pushes my long hair to the side and grasps my breasts as I push back on him. He uses a hand to turn my head to delve his tongue into my mouth, creating a tango of our bodies in two places. Dancing. Rocking. Rolling. And fucking.
I scream out as my body clutches him in a quivering vise. After a couple of frantic thrusts, he bites down on my shoulder and grunts through every burst of his cock.
“Merry Christmas, Dr. Roberts-Reeves-to-be.”
“Merry Christmas, and that was your present, Mr. Reeves.”
He chuckles. “It was the perfect fit.”
Our love might have taken a while, but he’s right… it’s a perfect fit.
~THE END~
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Tilly
I’m okay with the ranchers around here not liking me. But usually I don’t want to stick around to continue to debate with any of them. Until… Breck—long legs, heavy cowboy boots, and a stare I can feel undressing me. He makes my blood boil, but I find myself going back for more heat.
Breck, if only we could see eye-to-eye… in and out of bed.
Breck
My brother usually handles his best friend and her crazy environmentalist dreams. But he’s off trying to get a handle on his feelings and I’m left to listen to Tilly’s mad ravings. Until… I find myself wondering how that blonde hair would feel wound in my hand while those dark pink lips are under mine. She makes me see red, but I find myself liking the color a whole lot.
Tilly, I’m ready to settle down, but maybe you can keep yelling my name… in bed.
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