Page 2 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
“Yes, when I’m in the mood to fuck you senseless before I start my day,” I deadpanned, folding my arms over my chest. Granted, I wanted that every morning, but my lover needed to walk. If I had it my way, she wouldn’t leave the fuckin’ house. Holding her captive wasn’t something I was willing to explain to my brother and cowboys…again.
Her cheeks heated at my words. I loved that I still had this effect on her, even after four years together. Though we’d gone through hell together, our desire and need for one another had never faltered. In fact, the stronger we grew as a couple, the more I craved her. My wife’s next words were once again breathless. This time, though, they were laced with an underlining heat that had my cock twitching.
“I-I have some work to do before NJ wakes up.”
My eyes dropped to her breasts, seeing her nipples poke through her bra, teasing me. “You’re on vacation, Valerie,” I reminded her. “There is no work for you to do. You’ve been caught up with all the work from the shop for weeks.”
“Yes, I got all myholiday orders out early,” she muttered before lifting her chin slightly. “There is…other work that needs to be done.”
My voice was soft as I scolded her. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“And you’re supposed to be down at the barn already,” she returned quickly, shifting on her feet as if she was hiding something. “Don’t you have herds to check on?”
Yeah, I was going to fuck her senseless today.
But not now.
Unfortunately, she was right.
I watched as she threw her sweater on and pulled her hair out of the collar. Her eyes were on me again, green and brighter than before. “Just want to know what you’re up to, baby,” I told her as my gut began to twist.
She shook her head, a coy smile playing on her pink lips.Yeah, she was fuckin’ hiding something.
“It’s Christmas Eve, Den.”
“It’s Thursday,” I countered, pushing off the frame as she came to me.
She knew what the holidays meant to me, but I didn’t have the heart to set that damn boundary. Christmastime was her favorite time of year, a time that reminded her of Nancy, her wonderful mother. This time of year, since her mother’s passing, was when she smiled the most, laughed the most, and practically came alive again. I couldn’t take that from her or our kids.
So, I shoved down my pain to witness their happiness.
I just didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Santa is coming tonight,” she chirped, her arms snaking around my waist as she looked up at me, her warmth intoxicating.
I gripped her chin and bent, getting into her space. “Don’t give a fuck about that fat man’s schedule. I give a fuck about yours, and you’re supposed to be resting. It’s your vacation, Val. You’ve been bustingyour ass with the shop and NJ all year.”
She jutted her chin out, challenging me. “And when was the last time you took a vacation, hmm? When was the last time you relaxed and rested?”
“I—”
“The last time I even mentioned us going to Astoria for a vacation, you nearly fainted,” she added.
Fuckin’ brat.
“This isn’t about me,” I said, giving her a smile as I pinched her ass with my free hand. She let out a sound somewhere between a yelp and a giggle as she squirmed against me. “This is about my wife mumbling a to-do list to herself before the sun comes up.”
She glared at me, her smile falling flat. “I wasn’t mumbling anything.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re planning something.”
My beautiful wife was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. “It’s a surprise.”
I was afraid of that.Nevertheless, I played it off and raised a brow. “For me?”
She nodded, but the look of uncertainty in her eyes gave me pause. “Yes, in a way.”
“I don’t like gifts, baby.”
