Daddy's Christmas Date

by Piper Sullivan

  We started to walk out of the restaurant. I could feel the eyes of two women at another table on us.

  They weren’t talking softly, and we could hear everything they said as we passed.

  “Now, he is gorgeous,” one said to the other, eyeing me. “What on earth is he doing with a woman so big?”

  The other woman laughed, staring at us rudely.

  I looked at Gemma. Her face told me she had heard everything those women had said.

  She turned and ran out of the restaurant, onto the street. I looked at the women. I wanted to give them a piece of my mind. Instead, I ran after her.

  She was on the street, looking forlorn.

  “Gemma.” I grabbed her, spinning her around to face me. “Don’t pay any attention to those bitches.”

  She looked up at me, trying to smile. “I know I’m being silly. I should be used to it.”

  “Used to what?” My fingers tightened on her shoulders.

  She tried to laugh. “Oh, you know, being made fun of because of my size.”

  “Your size?” I looked at her incredulously. “There is nothing wrong with your size! If anyone should be feeling self-conscious about their size, it’s those women. A pair of over made up stick insects, thinking they can lord it over everyone.”

  She smiled a bit wider then. “Stick insects? You have a funny way of looking at things, Lance. Those women are the size we are all told we should be.” She paused, looking down at herself. “They rule the world.”

  I tilted her face up. “Look at me, Gemma. No, look at me! You are beautiful, I love everything about you. Your size is magnificent, I love a woman who looks like a real woman. Tits and waist and ass. You don’t need to feel inferior around them.”

  Her eyes glistened with tears. “You love everything about me?”

  Oops. Had I overdone it? Would she run away, defensive and scared?

  “I love everything about you,” I repeated, staring into her eyes. It was only the truth.

  She sighed deeply, but she said nothing.

  “Come on,” I said, grabbing her by the hand. “We’ve been to the fancy restaurant. Now let me take you somewhere I think we can relax just a little more.”

  I started pulling her down the street. She didn’t protest.

  I took her to a little bar I knew. I had been there a couple of times on leave.

  It wasn’t in the district of the fancy restaurant, and it couldn’t be called fancy by any stretch of the imagination. But it was a funky little bar, always hopping. The people were always friendly. I thought she could do with a place like that, after what had happened.

  We sat at the bar, and I ordered us some drinks. I looked at her as she sipped hers, and could tell she was mellowing out.

  “You know, it’s funny,” she said, turning to me. “I always had this dream of going to a fancy restaurant in a big city and dressing up. But you know what? Sometimes things aren’t what you imagine.”

  “Very true,” I said, tilting my whisky toward her. “But you have to try. You never know if you’ve never tried.”

  She laughed, finishing her drink. “I don’t think I like places like that restaurant. Too pretentious. The food was great, but I prefer my type of cooking – soul food, big portions made with love. Same as people.” She laughed again, tossing her head back.

  “That type of place has never been my scene,” I admitted. “I’ve travelled over the world, but the best places and the best people are the genuine ones. Real people, living their lives in an authentic way, not putting on airs. That’s why I love Wyoming, and the ranch. It’s real.”

  I reached out, putting a hand on her knee.

  “And so are you,” I whispered. She stared down at my hand, then put her own over it.

  The moment froze, seeming to stretch on forever.

  I became conscious of the music playing. Jimi Hendrix grinding his sexy guitar.

  “It’s your song,” I said. She looked at me, with a question in her eyes.

  “Foxy lady,” I explained, smiling broadly.

  She blushed, laughing.

  “Shall we?” I said, pulling her up from her bar stool.

  We danced to the song, a bit drunkenly, laughing the whole time. I had my hands on her hips, feeling the movement of them as they swayed to the music.

  It was sexy, and I knew that she could feel my boner as we locked hips.

  Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. I just wanted to be with her, alone.

  “Want to leave?” I whispered into her ear.

  She looked up at me, and nodded.

  Gemma

  Lance led me by the hand from the bar. We hailed a taxi, and left.

  The tension was enveloping us like a blanket. We didn’t say a word in the back of that taxi. We just held hands, staring out at the city streets as they whizzed past.

  The bell hop opened the hotel door for us, and then we were in the elevator. Suddenly, Lance punched the console, and the elevator lurched to a stop.

  “What are you doing?” Had he gone crazy?

  He didn’t say a word. He simply grabbed me, pushing me against the wall. I could see our reflection in the mirror opposite.

  He bent down, putting his hands on my legs, then snaked them up underneath my dress. I gasped, arching my head back. He really had gone crazy.

  He found my panties, and simply pulled them down. I felt the wetness coursing through me.

  He took a condom out of his pants pocket, tearing at it recklessly. Then he grabbed me, hitching my dress up. I wound my legs around him.

  When he entered me, it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. He was as hard as a rock, and fit inside me like a glove. He pinned me to the wall, and started moving. Oh God, it was divine.

  I could see us in the mirror opposite, me pinned with my legs wrapped around him, Lance with his trousers around his ankles and his buttocks grinding into me. It was so goddamn sexy I almost came there and then.

  I tried to slow myself, though. It was too good not to.

  I could feel him getting close. He pulled the top of my dress down, so that a breast popped out. He latched onto the nipple, sucking and pulling as he ground harder into me. The sucking on my nipple was tilting me over the edge. I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

  Suddenly, he gripped me tighter, sucking hard. He let the nipple pop out of his mouth just as he came, grunting loudly.

  My spasms started at the same time. I came so hard I hit my head against the wall of the elevator, but I didn’t even feel it. He slowly released me, and I slid down the wall, dazed.

  Sweet Jesus. It had all happened in a matter of moments.

  Lance put his arms around me. “How are you feeling?” he whispered, biting my ear. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

  “Amazing,” I whispered back. “How on earth did you know that I’ve always wanted to do it in an elevator?”

  He laughed. “Intuition,” he growled.

  We set our clothing right, then he turned to me. “Ready to keep travelling?”

  I nodded, still fogged with the afterglow.

  He punched the console, and the elevator started moving upwards again, stopping at the next floor. The door opened, and an older couple stood there, looking puzzled.

  “That sure did take a long time,” the woman said to us as they entered.

  “We’ve been punching the console for over five minutes,” the man said.

  They both looked at us, but we didn’t answer. I could feel laughter bubbling up inside of me, so high that I could barely contain it.

  I snuck a peek at Lance, and could see that he was barely holding it together. A grin was twitching at the corners of his mouth. Don’t look at him, I commanded myself, as the laughter threatened to spill out.

  Thank God, it was our floor. The doors opened, and we both stepped out, collapsing in laughter against each other as the doors closed on the shocked faces of the couple.

  It wouldn’t stop. The laughter kept coming l
ike a stream.

  He picked me up, carrying me to the door of the room. He managed to get it open, and he threw me on the bed, collapsing on top of me.

  I had never been so happy in my life.

  I woke up the next morning to see sunshine streaming through the windows and Lance opening the door to room service. I blinked, trying to shake away sleep.

  I glanced down at myself underneath the sheet. Completely naked. I couldn’t remember taking my clothes off.

  Oh, yes. That’s right. Lance had taken them off me, before removing his own and sliding into the bed beside me. We had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, still laughing about the couple in the elevator.

  Another memory surfaced. In the darkness of pre-dawn, Lance waking me with kisses, the whole length of my body. We had made love slowly, aching for each other. I had fallen asleep again after another mind-blowing orgasm.

  Lance wheeled the trolley into the room.

  “Breakfast, my lady?” He asked, pulling the lid away to reveal an array of goodies: eggs, bacon, pancakes, waffles…it looked like he’d ordered everything off the menu.

  He poured me a coffee, bringing it over to me in the bed.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, sipping at the scalding liquid. It felt good, energising me.

  “You sure do look good first thing in the morning, Miss Gemma,” he said, staring at my breasts. The sheet had slid down when I’d sat up to take the coffee.

  I blushed, pulling the sheet up. It was hopeless; it kept sliding back down.

  “There’s no need,” he whispered. “I like to look at you. Don’t hide yourself.”

  I blushed deeper. What would happen, now? We’d had a fantastic night, despite the incident in the restaurant, and the sex had been simply out of this world.

  But I was a big girl, in more ways than one. I knew how things worked. What happens between the sheets, or even in the elevator, is no indication of how things would be in the cold light of day.

  “Let’s be tourists,” Lance said, breaking my reverie. “After breakfast, I’m gonna take you to all the sights in the Big Apple. Have you ever seen the Statue of Liberty, or climbed the Empire State Building?”

  I shook my head. A delighted smile was starting to spread across my face.

  “Well, then, this is what I propose for the day,” he said. “We are going to see all those things and more. We are going to eat dodgy hotdogs from a street cart, and snack on pretzels. I want you to wear your most comfortable clothes. No more hobnobbing down those exclusive streets – we are going to experience the real New York. What do you say?”

  I nodded, slowly. It sounded amazing.

  “Okay, well let’s get started on this breakfast, then.” He got up from the side of the bed, and walked to the trolley.

  I stared after him.

  It was then that it hit me like a brick falling from above, knocking me sideways with the force of it.

  I loved him.

  I always had.

  I was as deeply in love with Lance Starling as it was possible to be with another human being.

  The question was, how did he feel about me?

  Was I just a sexual diversion to him, or, I shuddered at the thought, a challenge? His best friend’s girl that he had always fancied. Did he see me as a trophy, another prize to claim in the ongoing competition between him and Jack?

  I felt the love, probed it in my mind. It was everything; it was the real thing. How I had denied it for so long was a mystery to me. Once it had made itself known, it was so obvious it blinded me.

  But what about Lance?

  Was I, as he claimed, a real woman to him? Or was I simply another notch on his SEALs belt?

  Lance

  I poured myself a cup of coffee and walked to the look out to greet the day. We had arrived back from New York the previous night, and I was beat.

  Too much gallivanting around. I had barely had time to find my feet here, before we had gone on the cattle drive, then the whirlwind trip to New York.

  But it had been worth it. Gemma was opening up to me like a gift.

  I thought back on the New York trip. Overall, it had been a great experience. Gemma had loved being spoilt rotten, it had obviously never happened during her relationship with Jack. The only downer had been those bitches at the restaurant, but I think I made up for that – especially in the elevator. My cock started to tighten at the memory.

  I had managed to tick two things off the list – dinner at a fancy restaurant, and sex in an elevator. It had been an inspired moment. We had created so much heat that elevator had almost gone up in flames.

  I took another sip of the coffee, thinking over what I had to do today. And then I saw her walking toward me, carrying her own cup.

  Beautiful. There was simply no other word. Even first thing in the morning, with her hair scraped back into a ponytail and wearing her work apron, Gemma simply shone.

  This was the woman I wanted to wake up next to for the rest of my life.

  My fingers tightened on the cup. Whoa. Where had that come from? But it was true. This wasn’t just a sexual dalliance, maybe it had never been that. I had wanted Gemma so badly for so long, I could only focus on the seduction of her.

  She was my true mate, matching me in the bedroom. But also in life.

  Could I win her heart, as well as her body? Could she ever forget Jack?

  “Morning.” I turned and acknowledged her, before turning back to the sunrise.

  “Morning,” she answered. The wind lifted her hair slightly, making it dance on the breeze. I reached out and tucked a tendril that had escaped back behind her ear.

  She smiled, looking at me with those huge green eyes that could surely melt the heart of any goddamn man.

  “Busy day?” She took a sip of her coffee, looking over the view.

  “Busy enough,” I answered. I wanted to talk to her about what mattered, her and me. Could we start over, forget Jack? Could she let go of her love for him? But I was mute. The enormity of it overwhelmed me.

  And I was scared. Scared she would shake that beautiful head of hers and say no. That Jack was the only love of her life and that she could never consider me as a replacement in her heart, despite what was going on between us.

  “Well, better get to it.” I drained my coffee. “Hank and the others are waiting.”

  She nodded, not looking at me.

  My hands itched to touch her, but I resisted. I walked away without a backward glance.

  But the shadow of it followed me throughout the morning, as I herded and branded cattle, laughed and chatted with the men.

  I loved her. It was as simple, and as complicated, as that.

  I came to her that night, knocking softly on the door of the cook’s quarters.

  She opened the door, standing there in that baby doll nightie of hers, looking so goddamn sexy it made me rise to attention like a soldier to his sergeant. She was my superior, in every way. I had been in the military and worked under some fine men but I recognised her dominion over me, body and soul.

  Forever.

  “Can I come in?” I whispered, my eyes devouring her.

  “Yes, of course,” she whispered back, widening the door so that I could enter.

  I walked to the bed, raking my hands through my hair. She followed, looking at me quizzically.

  “Lance, is something wrong?” she asked, sitting on the bed and looking up at me with those eyes.

  I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to see whether we could start over, leave Jack and the past behind.

  Most importantly, I wanted to tell her that I loved her. But the fear overtook me again, freezing my tongue. I pushed her back on the bed, climbing on top of her. She looked surprised, but she didn’t resist.

  I suddenly wanted her so much it invaded my blood like a fever.

  I found her breasts, and those rosy nipples. I took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing it to peak perfection. She groaned, long and slow.

  I couldn’t wa
it any longer. It wasn’t a time for languorous love making. I just wanted to be in her, riding her like a stallion.

  Claiming her. Making her mine.

  I turned her over, hitching her onto her knees, and entered her from behind.

  Sweet Jesus. It was incredible. I started grinding into that sweet pussy, letting her juices flow over me.

  I could see us in her dressing table mirror; Gemma on all fours, her breasts hanging like overripe melons, swaying with the movement.

  It was too much. I could usually pace myself, but not this time. I let out a cry as I flooded into her, the orgasm so intense I almost collapsed across her back.

  A couple of slow pumps, and I was done, panting like I had just completed a marathon.

  She pulled away from me. I fell on the bed, my eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow.

  Maybe I fell asleep for a little while. When I opened my eyes, she wasn’t lying beside me. She was sitting on a chair by the window, staring out at the night.

  “Gemma.” I called to her, beckoning. “Come lay beside me.” She turned slowly, and smiled. But it was a sad smile.

  “Lance,” she said. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us. But I think it has to stop.”

  “Why?” I sat up like a bolt. “Why does it have to stop?”

  “I thought I could do it,” she continued, as if I hadn’t spoken. “We have such an amazing sexual connection, I thought it was enough. But I won’t be used, Lance. I’m not a sexual plaything. I am a real flesh and blood woman, with feelings.”

  “You still love him, don’t you?” I spat it out like it was poison.

  Her eyes widened. “Are you talking about Jack?”

  “Of course I’m talking about Jack!” I was on my feet now, pacing the floor.

  “Admit it,” I continued, unable to stop the torrent of words that were rushing out of my mouth. “You’ve never gotten over him. It’s always been Jack. Even though he treated you like an afterthought, never paying you any attention!”

  She paled. “You don’t know what went on between me and Jack.”