Christmas with a Cowboy

by Vanessa Devereaux

  Stepping toward him, she licked her lips. He looked up at her.

  “Go ahead check me out,” she said.

  He pushed his hand up under the robe, inching his fingers up her thigh and then into her folds. The guys she usually dated had soft hands, some of them were fellow models who got manicures, but Flynn’s were rough and calloused. It made it all the more thrilling as he dug deeper with his index finger until finally he glided it inside her.

  She took a deep breath, hoping he wanted to fuck her and not just feel her pussy.

  “Just as I expected, wet and very hot.”

  With his other hand, he pulled at the belt on her robe, forcing it to fall apart, revealing her naked body. He fingered what little curls were remaining after the bikini wax she’d had before the photo shoot.

  “I like the almost bare look. Didn’t think I would, but it kind of suits you.”

  He ran his hands over the whole area while his finger went deeper.

  She leaned over, putting her arms around his neck.

  “I’m not usually this sort of girl.”

  “That’s fine because I never judge a person. We all have sexual needs and I think ours are pretty mutual right now.” He removed his finger and stood. “Only thing I insist on is protection, but I don’t have condoms.”

  “I do,” she said.

  That made it sound like she was that type of girl.

  “I brought them on this trip because there was someone who I thought might be interested in a relationship, but it turns out he wasn’t.”

  “His loss is my reward.”

  He unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his legs. This time his cock wasn’t flaccid but rock hard and standing up near his belly.

  “The only thing I insist on is being kissed before we do it,” said Sophie.

  “I can oblige.”

  He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue sliding over her lower lip before invading her mouth and dueling with her own. The stubble on his face bit into her skin, his calloused hands rubbed her back and she wondered if this was all real. Maybe the flight hadn’t been delayed. Maybe she was on the plane home, had fallen asleep and was dreaming this whole scene.

  She ran her hand down his belly, stroking his cock with the tips of her fingers. He bit her bottom lip while massaging her breasts, tugging on the nipples and driving her crazy.

  Sophie fingered the scar on his shoulder. The injury didn’t look a recent one.

  “War wound?” she asked.

  “You could say that. Present from my days on the rodeo circuit.”

  “You were a rodeo rider?”

  He nodded.

  Wow, she was going to have sex with not only a real cowboy, but one who had been a rodeo rider, too.

  He kissed her again, tugging more on her nipples until a groan escaped past her lips.

  “Can I be spanked again?” she asked him.

  “Depends on if you’ve been a bad girl.”

  “No, but I plan on being one.”

  He sat down, pulling her across his knee. His erect cock poked the side of her ribs as he ran his hand over her butt.

  With her fingers, she made circles on the carpet, her toes pressing down into its thickness as he gave her the first spank. By the fourth one, her butt was smarting and her pussy humming. He ran his finger down her crack, his calloused skin catching her clit and entrance.

  “I think someone is very ready for some pussy loving,” he said.

  “I want it in ways I’ve never had it before. It’s Christmas after all.”

  He pulled her up onto his lap.

  “Tell Santa and he can fulfill your wish.”

  She got up, walked to her bag, pulled out the box of condoms, and threw them at him.

  He didn’t waste any time pulling out a foil package, slitting it open and sliding it onto his dick.

  “I want to do it like this, and then I want to be taken up against the door.”

  She straddled him, running her tongue over the stubble on his chin.

  He held his cock up, allowing her to impale herself on it.

  “I can assure you once I’m done with you, not even that vibrator will be good enough,” he said.

  She had mixed emotions about that. Yes, she wanted a mind blowing climax, but he was a temporary fix. What he if spoiled her forever?

  Flynn raised his butt up off the bed, sending his cock deeper into her pussy. She dug her nails into his shoulders, lifting up her thighs and pushing down on him as he thrust upwards.

  “Is this what it was like riding a bronco?” she asked.

  “Not as much pleasure involved in that,” he said as they kissed, thrusting harder on each movement of their bodies.

  “Shit, I think I’m close to coming already,” said Sophie.

  He licked the side of her neck as she leaned into him. The pleasure began at her toes and working its way up her calves and thighs. She quickened the movement of her hips, knowing this wouldn’t be the only time she’d climaxed, so she might as well give in and enjoy it. Flynn bucked upward, causing her pussy to tighten and that’s all it took. She couldn’t move but instead playfully bit his shoulder as she rode out her climax.

  She might have even drooled.

  “Good enough for you, baby?”

  He lifted her off him.

  “Put those black pumps on for me,” he said.

  She walked over to the bed and slipped them on. As she strode by him, he slapped her ass again. She headed to the door and turned to watch him following her.

  Before she could say anything, he spun her back around and pressed her against it. With her face toward the wood, he ran his hands up and down her body, caressing her ass. Then he pushed his hands in between the door and her boobs.

  “I love your body,” he whispered in her ear.

  She was almost light-headed as he tugged her nipples, making them hard and achy. All she could do was focus on the notice on the back of the door. You can to check out at noon, fire exits were down the hall to the left.

  “You ready for me, baby?”

  Chapter Five

  Flynn thought he’d be able to resist her. He hadn’t been a one night stand sort of guy since the one that had changed his life. But what man in his right mind could say no to Sophie? Her body was soft, curvy, her breasts ample, the nipples dark pink and delicious, her pussy, well, it was the best he’d ever had the pleasure of being inside.

  He parted her cheeks and pushed his cock into her channel, feeling it grip him like it was welcoming back an old friend home. He ran his tongue over the nape of her neck as he thrust into her. She raised her arms up some more, spreading her fingers on the door.

  Beautiful hands, too. And the sexy red nail polish matched the soles of her pumps. He looked down at the shoes as he thrust harder, hearing her groan and turn her head sideways. He kissed the edge of her face, listening as a murmur escaped her lips. And then, holy moly, he was experiencing her orgasm along with her. No woman had gripped his cock quite like that.

  She almost couldn’t stand upright because she was shaking, so he held her as he enjoyed his own release.

  He pulled out, checking the condom. He did it out of pure habit now. Looked fine to him.

  “I’m hungry. You want to order room service?” he asked.

  “Yeah, a hamburger sounds perfect to me.”

  “Funny you should say that. I have the worst craving for one, too.”

  ****

  Sophie sat on the bed in her bathrobe as Flynn called down to reception and ordered two cheeseburgers, fries, a soda for her, and a beer for him.

  He put the phone down and edged up on the bed beside her. He ran his hand up her calf.

  “They said it might take longer than usual because they’ve had busy night,” he said.

  “You think we should ask for a refund? I mean double booking the room like this?” asked Sophie. She smiled. He smiled, too.

  “That wouldn’t be fair would it? I mean after the
fun we’ve had so far.”

  “I like the last two words.”

  He ran his hand higher. “I couldn’t help but look at the photos of you in your bag.”

  “Yeah, that was naughty of you,” she said. She lifted her leg and ground her toe into his groin.

  “How long have you been modeling?” He lifted her foot off his body and massaged it. This guy was such a find.

  “Two years.”

  “You like it?”

  “Sure, it pays the bills and I even have some left to start saving for retirement.”

  “Yeah, that’s always a good thing. And you were in Denver modeling?”

  She nodded. “Last minute job. With the snowstorm moving in like I did, I soon regretted it.”

  “Really,” he said raising his eyebrows.

  “Well, maybe getting stuck has some advantages. What about you? Why are you in Denver?”

  “Had a job interview out near Boulder. Ranch foreman.”

  “So you really are a cowboy.”

  “Yes, ma’am, I am.”

  “But a retired rodeo rider.”

  “Not by choice. Took a bad spill and had to have rotator cuff surgery.”

  “Hence the scar.”

  Mmm, he was working on her toes now.

  He nodded.

  “You miss riding?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Guess it happened at the right time in my life.”

  “Meaning?”

  “I had other responsibilities.”

  There was a knock on the door.

  “Probably room service. I’ll get it,” he said.

  He walked to the door, opened it, and a waiter brought in a large silver tray and placed it on the table. Flynn pulled out his wallet, and the shirt she’d gotten hold of earlier fell to the floor, the double photo frame slipping out.

  Flynn gave the waiter a tip and showed him to the door as Sophie picked up the frame and saw photos of two children, a boy and a girl, seemingly the same age.

  He stopped in his tracks when he saw her holding it.

  “So this is what you didn’t want me to drop. I can see why now, they’re beautiful children. Yours I take it?”

  He nodded.

  “You married because if you are…”

  He kissed her before she could say anything more.

  “I’m not that sort of guy. I’m a father but have never been anyone’s husband.”

  Chapter Six

  He sat looking at the photos of his children. They were the reason he was in Colorado in the first place. She was right. They were beautiful and he was damned if he was going to lose his rights to them.

  Sophie placed her hand on top of his as if she knew he needed comforting.

  “So you’re not even divorced?” she asked.

  He looked up, hoping she didn’t see the tears in his eyes. He shook his head. “My twins are the result of a one night stand while I was on the rodeo circuit. I’m ashamed to say I had a lot of those.”

  She glanced down. He hoped he hadn’t offended her by making her think this was all an everyday thing for him.

  “It was common for me back then, but I’ve been a reformed man since I found out about these babies.” He lifted the photo frame.

  “So what happened? I mean with their mother?”

  He outlined his babies’ faces with his index finger. “I guess the damn condom broke or something. She didn’t tell me I was a daddy until after they were born and came looking for some money. By that time I’d had my accident and wasn’t working and hence couldn’t support them as well I’d have liked to.”

  She squeezed his hand. “And you didn’t think about marrying her?”

  He shook his head. “Jonie, their mother, isn’t the sort of woman I’d want to spend a lot of time with.” He raised his hand. “Yes, I know I thought she was good enough to take to bed, but I guess that tells you how stupid I was back then.”

  “They’re so cute. How old are they?”

  “They’ll be three in February. I want joint custody, but she’s trying to block it because I don’t have a decent paying job. Hence the reason I’m in Colorado. They live in Montana, but if I could get this steady job I’d be able to prove I can at least support them and see them every other weekend.”

  She stroked the side of his face.

  “Of course, now that the plane’s been cancelled, she’ll use the fact about me not getting home to see them on Christmas Eve as another reason I shouldn’t be a parent.”

  “Flynn, I’m so sorry.”

  “That lady won’t accept that there’s nothing you can do about Mother Nature.” He leaned back against the bedhead.

  “So you’ve not slept around since you found out you’d fathered some children?”

  He shook his head. “Guess I fell off the wagon tonight.”

  She lay beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but put his arm around her. It was the first time he’d spilled his heart out to someone, and a complete stranger at that.

  “Was I worth it?”

  “Baby, you were more than worth it.”

  He turned his head to kiss her. “I guess I’ve been stupid. A guy has his needs.”

  He pushed her robe to one side and spotted her gorgeous nipples again. A man could only be good for so long. Flynn pushed her down on the bed and pulled her robe apart. He kissed her navel as she ran her hands through his hair.

  “I loved those photos of you,” he said.

  “I had them taken just yesterday.”

  “You get to keep all the clothes?” He made a circle around her belly button

  “Sometimes.”

  “You are beautiful.”

  He parted her legs, getting a look for the first time of her folds and pussy. Both were just as gorgeous as the rest of her. So pink and still slightly swollen from their last round of sex. Flynn tickled the very edge of her opening as a bead of cream made its way out.

  “You have calloused fingers,” she said, settling down further on the bed.

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be because I love them.”

  He slid one inside her and stroking the back of her pussy, making her legs jerk. He stroked what little bit of pubic hair she had left on her mound.

  “You always this naked down here?”

  “Most of the time because I do lots of swimwear ads and runway shows. You don’t like it?”

  “I didn’t say that. It’s different I guess. It hurt when they shave you?”

  The slightest hint of stubble bit into his fingertip.

  “They wax me and yeah, it hurts like hell.”

  “Poor baby.” He leaned over and kissed her mound as he inserted another finger inside her and stroked her pussy.

  “Mmm, feels so good.”

  “You going to come for me?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  He pushed his fingers apart and then tickled each wall of her channel, seeing her arch her back on each little touch. Her juices ran over his fingers, out of her body, and onto the back of his hand. She bucked up off the bed, reminding him of the days when he rode broncos. She pushed her arms up above her head and pulled her nails down the wood on the bedhead as she came, not once but twice.

  “Stay where you are,” he said, pulling out his hand and getting off the bed. He walked to the box of condoms she’d left lying on top of the table, pulled out a foil package, and sheathed himself. He got back on the bed, lifted her legs up, and parted them. She took the cue and held that position as he slid into her.

  Yeah, a man could only be good for so long.

  ****

  Sophie felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the bed as Flynn thrust inside her. She’d disliked him at first…or maybe she hadn’t. Maybe it was because she found him so downright sexy that she had been on alert. Lots of smart mouthed guys hit on her and it had turned her into an overly defensive person. Not one that she always liked.

  But Flynn was a sweetheart as well as being a goo
d lover. She’d seen the tears in his eyes when he’d told her about his children. She knew he was a good man.

  She ran his hands down his chest, feeling her pussy swell and become aroused as he thrust harder. Each time at a slightly different angle so every little inch of her pussy got some special attention. It had been like luring an alcoholic into taking just one little sip. She was sorry in one way, selfish in the other.

  And right now he was taking her somewhere very special. She grabbed his arms, squeezing her thighs around his and pushing her chin up, breathing double time, knowing any minute she was about to see something better than the firework display on the beach on Fourth of July.

  Her climax took hold of her. Every part of her body felt pleasure this time. And then the wonderful pressure as Flynn released himself inside her.

  She silently prayed the snow would keep falling.

  Chapter Seven

  Flynn couldn’t remember the last time a woman had slept in his bed the entire night. He opened his eyes to see her still fast asleep on the pillow they’d shared after they’d had sex around midnight and then both fallen into a heavy slumber. He glanced at the bedside table, quite forgetting he wasn’t at home and the clock wasn’t in eye view.

  Smiling, he did however notice the photo frame and his kids looking straight at him. He hadn’t put it there so Sophie must have. That was sweet of her. He glanced down at her. Her lovely long eyelashes fluttered ever so gently as she continued to sleep. He’d wanted to get home to see his kids and see their faces as they opened the toys he’d wrapped and put under the tree in his apartment, but at the same time he was glad for the delay.

  Without it he would never have met Sophie. This wouldn’t have happened. And he wasn’t just thinking about the great sex they’d enjoyed. He’d loved her company. In fact, there wasn’t anyone else he’d rather be stuck with in a strange city.

  She was easy to talk to. Chatting with her had made him feel totally at ease for the first time in forever. She had brains and beauty. She turned a little, exposing one of her shoulders. He didn’t want her getting cold, so he covered her up.