Page 4 of Deck the Halls with Cowboys
“Yes! Yes!”
“Look at you, rubbing and grinding against me, using me,” I praised gruffly. “Such a dirty whore.” I pinched her nipple. “Let go, baby,” I murmured. “Give it all to me.”
Her spine arched as her hands slammed down on my bare chest, her fingers weaving into my chest hair as she cried out my name, her walls squeezing my length like a vise. I pressed my head further into the pillow as my balls tightened, ready to release everything I had inside her. I waited, holding her in place with one hand as I played with her puckered pink nipple with the other.
“Mase, Mase, Mase,” she moaned, her body jerking as her climax continued to roll through her.
“Fuck yeah,” I praised, feeling her drench me. I sat up, caging her in my arms tightly as my lips found her ear. “My dirty little wife loves making a mess on my cock in the morning, doesn’t she?”
Her hands were still against my chest, trapped between our bodies now. Her breath came rapidly against my neck as she squirmed against me. “Yes,” she rasped.
My teeth grazed over the shell of her ear. “You made me late for work,” I noted.
A soft but exhausted laugh escaped her. “You own half of this ranch. Pretty sure that makes you the boss.”
I hummed, dropping my hands down to cup her ass as I flexed my hips. She whimpered, my cock still hard inside her. “The boss wants to fuck his wife into the mattress.”
Another whimper.
“That all right with you?” I challenged her, smiling into her neck as I shifted her higher into my lap.
“Y-yes.”
“You’re going to hold your tits together while I do. Give me a show while I fill that cunt, yeah?”
I didn’t give her a chance to answer before I had her on her back, my hands on either side of her head as I pulled out and slammed back into her with a harsh thrust. She lifted her legs, curling them at my sides but holding them wide just like I needed. “That’s a good fuckin’ whore,” I growled, watching her cup her breasts as I began fucking her savagely. Our headboard slammed into the wall at a wild pace as her cries of mercy filled my ears.
All too soon, the pleasure at the base of my spine and in my balls was too much. I dropped, my mouth finding one of her nipples as my thrusts became erratic. After years together, Harmony knew I was close. Her hands went into my hair as she held me against her, whispering the words I needed.
“Fill me up, Mase. Please. I need it,” she rasped.
“Fuck,” I barked against her, letting go.
Minutes later, she was draped across my chest, both of us sated and lost in our own thoughts. When she broke the silence, it was with a question I never expected.
“Do you think Denver is going to be mad?”
I blinked, tearing my eyes away from our vaulted ceiling to look down at her. There were a number ofthings she could be referring to, but unfortunately, I knew exactly what she meant. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
“He always invited the ranch hands to the main house on Christmas,” she noted, tracing circles above my heart. “Perhaps he’s changed his mind about the holiday.”
“Yeah, because he never wanted to be alone. It had nothing to do with the holiday, baby. Trust me,” I said, my voice growing thick. My brother hated Christmas, and for some reason, my sister-in-law got a wild hair up her ass to host a fancy Christmas dinner at the house tomorrow night. Denver, aside from getting Caleb a handful of presents every year, never celebrated Christmas. Not since our momma was murdered. My fingers found the end of one of Harm’s curls, twirling it mindlessly. “He wanted company, not a celebration.”
“This is the first Christmas when we’ll all be together.”
I inhaled a deep breath, moving her with me as I released it. Since coming back to Hallow Ranch, Harm and I had been spending the holidays with our friend Eddie in Texas. He ended up marrying Jackie, who was Nancy’s in-home nurse before she passed. After Nancy, Jackie retired and Eddie whisked her away to his small ranch. Yes, I wanted to see my best friend during the holidays and that wasn’t a crime. Over the last decade, he and I had created our own traditions. Stupid little things to keep us sane between bull riding shows. But those traditions weren’t the reason I never stayed at Hallow Ranch for the holidays, even when Valerie insisted.
The truth was…I was scared.
I hadn’t spent Christmas with my brother since I was in high school.
He hated it and I, as an act of rebellion against our father, learned to love it. Just like our momma had.
“Mase?”
My arms tightened around her. “Everything is going to be okay. Den and I worked out everything else. This should be a breeze.”
“Do you think everyone is going to be mad when we tell them?”
