A Naughty Little Christmas (Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors)

by Randi Alexander

  “Are you going to farm?”

  “Nope. Dallas, Jay and me want to open a rodeo school. We can probably get it going part-time in the off-season. If we stay on the rodeo circuit…” He smiled. “…and keep winning, we can finance the business until the school takes off and brings in enough to support us and a staff.”

  She lifted her head and her eyes opened wide. “What a great idea.” Her gaze shifted and her brow furrowed. “Perfect location. The marketing and promotion would be easy because of the draw of the casinos, and because both you and Dallas are big names in the business.”

  He shook his head. Too much to think about after the major orgasm he’d just experienced. “I don’t know anything about that. I’ll probably hire that part out.”

  She batted her eyelashes and grinned. “You’ll never guess what type of business I’m going to open.”

  “Marketing?”

  “Uh huh.”

  His heart lurched. An opportunity to see her again? Reality came down like a boulder. He couldn’t get his hopes up. Couldn’t risk wanting more than these few days. He’d be busy turning the old barn into a rodeo arena, buying livestock, and trying to get sponsors for his business. And doing all this while making sure he didn’t break his neck falling off a bull. He wouldn’t have time for a long-distance relationship.

  Rolling on top of her, he kissed her. “Something to think about.”

  Her eyes shadowed. She nodded. “I guess so.”

  It felt like closing the door on the possibility of a future with her, but it was what he needed to do to keep his focus on his goals. “Be right back.” Holding onto the condom that threatened to slip off, he walked into the bathroom. “Holy shit, have you seen this bathtub?”

  Her footsteps sounded behind him. Her hands landed on his hips and she kissed his back. “Feel like a bubble bath?”

  “Sure do.”

  While he cleaned up, she filled the tub and poured in crystals that weren’t too girly smelling. When she bent over and swished her hand through the water, her ass rounded. Too sexy.

  He scooped her up into his arms.

  She screeched and wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling. “You’re crazy.”

  “Crazy is right.” Crazy for her. And damned if that didn’t make a mess of things.

  He stepped into the bathtub, careful with his footing. He sat with her on his lap, facing him.

  Lacing her hands behind his neck, she sighed. “Oh, Boone. You’re so strong.” Her voice was a breathy tease.

  He chuckled. “You feel like a feather in my big, manly arms.”

  Running her hands over his shoulders to his biceps, she licked her lips. “You are all man, cowboy. Almost too much for me to handle.”

  His gut lurched. “Did I hurt you?” He glanced down to where her sweet pussy lay open to his gaze below the waterline.

  “No.” She ran her fingers slowly down his chest, past his abs, and onto his fully hard cock. “You fit just perfectly.”

  Relief washed over him. He prided himself on his control, but with Gigi, he seemed to give in to manic desire. “You’re tight and hot, baby.” His cock jumped. “I could take you again right now.”

  She held her breath, and her nose crinkled. “You like feet?” A naughty smile curved her lips and sparked in her eyes.

  He tipped his head. “Uh huh. Not like a fetish or anything, but I like your little toes and soft skin.”

  Gieselle took a breath and slid back. “I have a secret talent.”

  He grinned. “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded and leaned back in the tub. She lifted one foot out of the water. “Wanna see it?”

  He eased back and stretched his arms along the back of the tub. “Hell yeah!” He laughed. “I’m just imagining what you can do and it’s got me rock hard.”

  A blush climbed her cheeks. “Okay, but stop me if you…”

  “No. I’m going to love this.” His mouth dropped open as his gut tightened with need. “Do it, baby.”

  She touched her foot to Boone’s cock.

  “Uh huh. Yeah. I’m lovin’ it.”

  Bracing herself with her hands, she brought her other foot up and bracketed his shaft with her feet. In the slick water, she slid them up and down, using the space between her first two toes to squeeze his head with each stroke.

  His head dropped back as zips of electricity charged up his spine to ricochet around in his head. “Aw fuck.”

  She worked his cock for long minutes, changing her foot grip on it to horizontal, then one-footed while she pressed her big toe into the spot behind his balls.

  Closing his eyes, he experienced the kinkiest rubout he’d ever had. Damn, she was the perfect combination of sweetheart and sexual adventurer.

  His mind muddled with snaps and pops as his balls tightened and an extra pump of blood shot into his cock. “Aw, baby.”

  When he tensed, she switched one foot to horizontal, one foot to vertical and started a fast race.

  He jerked, his head fogging over, zaps of heat racing down his spine. His balls shot out, and hot ropes of cum blasted out of the water, landing in floating puddles on the surface. She stroked him until his balls emptied and he returned to consciousness, his body relaxed and melted into the water. “Holy shit, Gigi.” He breathed a couple unsteady breaths. “That was truly awesome.”

  Easing her feet from him, she smiled. “My signature move.”

  He couldn’t move, the warmth spreading through him tempted him to close his eyes and replay the amazing climax. He’d come so quick and hard, his balls felt cramped.

  As the pools of cum dispersed into the water, she jumped up.

  He blinked. “What’s wrong?”

  She shrugged. “Paranoid about loose sperm. I’m…not on any contraceptive. It’s been so busy at school, I haven’t dated much.”

  Her openness tugged at his heart.

  “I know they’re probably not viable.” She grinned and stepped out onto the bathmat. “But with a big stud like you, a girl can’t be too careful.”

  “Damn right.” He pulled the plug to drain the tub. “Bull riders have especially rugged swimmers.”

  She laughed and started the water flowing in the walk-in shower. “Want to rinse off with me?”

  He stood and pinned her with a hot stare. “There are a couple other things I’d like to do with you in a shower.”

  “So many wicked things to do, and so little time left.” Her gaze locked with his, her eyes turning sad.

  Damn, he didn’t want to think about it.

  ****

  Gieselle watched Boone’s face shut down. Was he feeling the time slipping away, too? It made her nervous that they hadn’t made plans to see each other again, but maybe that would come later. If he didn’t bring it up before they parted ways, she would.

  This connection between them was something unique. Compared to Boone, every man she’d dated was a complete asshole. She could get used to being spoiled and pampered, even if she had to travel long distances to do it.

  She stepped into the shower. The hot water pulsed on her skin as a delightful shiver from his words ran through her. “What are the things you want to do to me?”

  He followed her, closing the glass door. “First one is making you scream my name.”

  Licking her lips, she backed under one of the showerheads and wet her hair. “I think you’ve done that already. A few times.”

  He took her face in his hands. “Not nearly enough to hold me over.”

  Gieselle moved closer, her hands sliding around his back and sneaking lower, cupping his hard butt. Could she get enough of this man to hold her for their time apart? “I’m all yours, Boone.” Her double meaning had to show in her eyes.

  He kissed her as the water rushed over them from above and from three sides. His lips were gentle on hers, almost like a farewell kiss, his tongue making love to her mouth.

  When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers. He tugged her close and held her for a moment.
r />   She tightened her arms around his middle, not ready to let him go.

  He turned her in his arms, her body facing one of the wall showerheads.

  The water hit her nipple, taunting it into a hard peak. Slides of lust raced from her breast to her core.

  Boone took the nipple in his fingers and played with it, teasing, using the water’s pulses to make her quiver with bliss.

  She laid her head back on his shoulder.

  He slid a hand down her belly to her mound and gently slapped her bare, wet skin. “You like that?”

  She nodded and spread her legs for him, wanting him to touch her where her lips swelled and pulsed with need.

  He eased his hand lower and slapped her twice.

  “Mmm.” The sting shivered as a wave of desire through her.

  Pushing a finger into her core, he pinched her nipple and bit her neck.

  “Oh God.” Her mind flooded with the pleasure of his triple assault. Reaching back, she grabbed his thighs. Hard and slick, they ramped up her desire for this man.

  He slid his finger deeper in her slit as his other hand brushed across her chest to taunt her other nipple, and his mouth sucked her neck.

  Surges of lust roared through her, and her mind began to slide into climax.

  When he eased a second finger into her slit, washes of heat shot up her spine. His thumb touched her clit.

  Gieselle jumped, the tender flesh already tightened and needy.

  On her clit, his thumb rubbed a pattern designed to make her go over the top. “Come, Gigi. Now. Cream all over my fingers.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit. His fingers on her nipple increased their pace to match the rhythm of the finger fucking he gave her, and his thumb’s beat on her clit.

  A wave of heat struck, swamping her, pulling her under until she couldn’t tell up from down, didn’t know if she was standing or falling. Sounds muted as she rode the wave, crashing with it in a sensual roll of ecstasy. “Boone!”

  His name echoed in the tiled room. She grounded to shore as the wave of delight receded, leaving her weak, wet, and quivering.

  He held her, his arms wrapped around her from behind, bearing the weight her legs wouldn’t support.

  “Boone, you didn’t warn me you’d be using another signature move.”

  He chuckled and kissed her temple. “I’ll give you notice right now, baby. All my moves are signature.”

  “Yay.” She turned in his arms and kissed him.

  He took over, tasting her deeply, sucking her tongue into his mouth for a nibble.

  She slowed the kiss and pulled back. “Damn. You’re even an amazing kisser.”

  He smiled. “I’m good with scalp massage, too.” He grabbed the shampoo bottle and turned her to face away from him. “Hang on to your sanity, ‘cause this will make you pure loco.”

  She laughed but was soon moaning in pleasure as his strong fingers did wondrous things to her scalp.

  They washed each other, slowly and thoroughly, exploring and tasting. After they dried each other, Boone took the fluffy white hotel robes from their packages, slid her into one, and him into the other. With a towel wrapped around her hair, she held his hand as he led her into the living room.

  “Hold on.” Boone dragged the loveseat in front of the Christmas tree and flipped the switch on the gas fireplace. He helped her sit then gestured toward the bar. “Gin and tonic?”

  “I noticed a bottle of red wine. That sounds nice.”

  “Anything else, birthday girl?”

  She tipped her head. “I’d almost forgotten it was my birthday.”

  He opened the wine and poured a tall balloon glass for her then put an inch of whiskey into a tumbler for himself. He carried them over, handed her the wine, and set his glass on the end table. Walking back to the bar, he bent over where she couldn’t see him.

  “What are you doing, cowboy?”

  Chapter Six

  “Just hold on, city girl.” A few seconds later, Boone stood up behind the bar holding a tiny cake with one lit candle. He carried it over to her on the loveseat.

  Her breath caught. “Boone.” Her eyes misted. “How did you…” She sighed. “No. I don’t need to know.”

  He sat next to her holding the cake and a fork. “I’d sing, but it’d probably spoil the moment.” His eyes gleamed a soft blue in the candlelight.

  Another chunk of her heart broke off and became his property. “Thank you.”

  “For not singing?” He grinned. “Make a wish and blow it out.”

  She closed her eyes, listing all the things she would have wished for before she met Boone, but trashing them all for the one thing she wanted right now. More time with him. She blew out the candle.

  He plucked it out of the cake, scraped it across the frosting, and held it out toward her. “Lick it, baby.”

  She shook her head but smiled. “You’re so bad.” She wrapped her lips around it and sucked.

  “Yeah. That’s the way.” He laughed. “For some reason, I seem to have a tent in my robe.”

  “We’ll take care of that. After cake.”

  “Promise?” He forked a piece and held it out to her.

  Delicious vanilla butter cream frosting and a dark chocolate cake melted on her tongue. “Mmm hmm. Promise.”

  “Damn. You’re callin’ me bad?” He took a bite and nodded. “This is almost as delicious as you.”

  After they plowed through the cake, she held her wine glass and snuggled close against his chest.

  His hand stroked her arm as they watched the cacophony of the Christmas tree lights against the background of the Las Vegas strip.

  “Boone?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Why did you decide to spend Christmas in Vegas?”

  “The rodeo.”

  She glanced up at him. “Your parents didn’t object?”

  “At first. Then we explained that the Old West Casino Invitational is something new the casino is doing. Put on just to benefit local food shelves.”

  Gieselle laughed. “Kira and I wondered why people were carrying cans into the arena. At first we thought they were going to open them and pelt you with baked beans.”

  He chuckled. “Doesn’t happen at rodeo. It’s a pretty respectful crowd, usually.”

  “It was so much fun, Boone. I loved it, and I really want to see more live events.” Her hint that he could ask her to join him was met with silence.

  A few minutes later, Boone set down his empty glass. “Mom made us promise to be back the day after Christmas. She’s holding the feast until we return.”

  “That’s nice.” When she finished her wine, Boone took her glass and arranged her more snugly against him.

  “Does Dallas live close to you?”

  “He does. He’s on his own, though. Lives in an apartment in town.”

  The warmth of the fire surrounded her in a cozy, muzzy blur and her eyes slid shut. The next thing she knew, Boone had her in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.

  He stood her next to the bed, tugged off her hair towel and robe, and tucked her in. Before he even slid in next to her, she was half asleep.

  Gieselle woke with a start. The bedside clock said four-fifteen a.m. Boone’s hand rested on her belly and she slid out from under him. Digging a T-shirt and jeans from the dresser, she grabbed her jogging shoes and walked out to the living room.

  The tree, the birthday cake, even the candle were the most thoughtful gifts any man had ever given her. She wanted to surprise him with a little gift. Something that said she needed more than these two amazing days with him.

  Grabbing her wallet and phone, she snuck out of the suite and headed down to the twenty-four hour gift shop.

  The casino was quiet. Just a few hardcore gamblers played slots. The poker rooms were busy, though. In the shop, she browsed a minute before the sleepy employee walked over and greeted her. When Gieselle explained the type of gift she was looking for, the woman came to life. In minutes, they found the per
fect thing.

  A replica old West pocket watch. Flipping it open, there was a place to put a photo.

  Gieselle touched her phone in her pocket. Kira had sent her the picture. “Is there a place in the hotel to print out a photo?”

  The woman smiled. “What a great idea. The business center on the third floor is open twenty-four hours a day. They’ll get you all set up, then you come back down here and I’ll gift wrap this for you.”

  Gieselle smiled. “Thank you. He’s going to love it.”

  A half-hour later, she snuck into their suite and set the little package under the tree for him to find. She undressed, slid back into bed, and he rolled over, capturing her in his arms.

  “Where’d you go, baby?”

  “Just felt the need to gamble.” Gamble on offering this man a little more of her life.

  ****

  Boone felt the bed shake. Half-awake, he’d been dreaming of the beautiful woman he’d made love to early this morning, and his cock stood at full mast.

  The covers shifted and something warm touched his thigh.

  He opened one eye.

  Gigi’s feet stuck out of the covers on the other side of the bed. She licked and nibbled at his hipbone.

  “What’s going on here?” His growl set a giggle rolling from her.

  “Room service.” Her soft hair trailed onto his belly as her breath blew hot against his shaft.

  “This is the kind of room service I’ve been looking for my whole life.”

  A warm hand grasped the base of his cock and her tongue trailed a path up to his throbbing head. “Only in Vegas, baby.”

  He laughed.

  She giggled, and got very busy under the covers.

  A half hour later, after Gigi begged him to get out of bed so they could go down to the buffet and eat, he stepped out of the shower.

  “Your phone buzzed.” She stood gorgeously naked brushing on mascara in the bathroom mirror.

  He walked up behind her, dripping wet, and pressed his hard cock into the crease of her fine ass. “You sure we don’t have time for a quick—”

  “I’m starving. And it’s my birthday.” She wiggled her ass against his erection. “Feed me first and I’ll spend the rest of the day in bed with you.”