Fuck, they’re as great as her ass.
I bury my face in the valley between her breasts, breathing her in as I tease her, causing her to squirm beneath me.
“Cowboy,” she moans, bringing me back up to her lips. She wraps her arms around me again and I suddenly find myself on back, my girl astride me.
The heat from her pussy burns my skin as she grinds herself against me, and leaning down, she nips at my neck.
“June Bug,” I gasp, grabbing her hips and holding them steady.
“What shall I do to you, Cowboy?” she asks breathlessly, continuing to rock against me.
I groan and slide my hands up her waist to cup her breasts, teasing them until my girl is moaning herself. “Take me for a ride, baby.”
June slides away, down my body kissing me as she gets closer and closer to my cock. Taking me deep into her mouth, she makes me groan as she pleasures me. As much as I want her to continue, I gasp “June. You’ve got to stop, I’m going to come.”
My girl lets go with a sucking pop, licking the underside of my cock before she looks up at me, smiling brightly. As she crawls back up my body, I reach out and run my hands along her curves.
When she reaches my mouth, she leans down and nips my lips as I tangle my fingers through her hair. Fuck, it feels like silk.
“You ready to practice?” June teases, leaning over and grabbing a condom from the bedside table.
“Show me what you’ve got,” I reply, reaching down to cup her pussy. June gasps when I thrust two fingers into her wet passage. “Cowboy.”
“My girl’s pussy fuckin’ heaven.” I pump my fingers in and out, using my thumb to tease her clit.
“Does my June Bug want to come?” I ask, as her slick channel pulses around my fingers sucking them in deeper. Her moan gives me my answer.
“You’re going to come for me, baby,” I say, fisting her hair and kissing her while she gasps and squirms out her orgasm.
June comes back to herself, smiling and rubbing her face into my neck as she whispers, “Now it’s your turn, Cowboy.”
Pulling back, she moves down my body, and after tearing open the foil, June sheaths me, making me gasp as she grips me tightly.
Finally, she slowly lowers her pussy onto my cock. I groan, and gripping her hips, thrust myself up, seating my cock deep within her. We both moan with pleasure.
Fuck.
After the ride of my life, my breathing finally returns to normal and I lazily roll us onto our sides. We lay in silence, continuing to touch and caress one another.
“I gotta go cleanup,” I whisper, causing us both to groan as I pull my cock from her tight warmth and leave the comfort of our bed.
“Okay,” she replies sleepily.
Walking into the bathroom I quickly dispose of the condom, tossing it into the trashcan along with the half a dozen we’ve gone through since Monday night.
Damn.
This is only our third night together, but I’m not sure I can sleep without my June Bug wrapped in my arms. No woman has ever affected me like this. Not even Sally Morse in high school, back when I was a horny teenager. At fifteen, she had both an ass and a rack that full-grown women envied and men couldn’t get enough of. She was my first sexual experience. I was not hers.
I throw on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, in hopes that the layer of cotton will keep my body from responding to my girl.
I know it won’t, though.
Walking back into the bedroom, I notice that June has put on a pair of red Santa-themed pajama bottoms and matching t-shirt.
Thank God! I’m not sure I’d survive sleeping with her next to me, naked.
We climb wordlessly back into bed. I lay on my back and June drapes half of her body on top of mine. Her head is resting comfortably on my chest, and one of her arms is snaked across my middle.
“Is this okay?”
It’s perfect.
“Perfect.” I pull the blankets up higher over us. I don’t want my June Bug to get chilled.
“Did you have a good day, baby?” I wrap my arms around her, and melt into the bed.
“The best,” she says, and I can feel her smiling against my naked chest. “I loved getting to know your family. Your mom is probably the sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever met, and they all made me feel right at home. And your parents are hysterical. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed that much.”
“It was a great day, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah it was. Thank you for sharing them with me today, Cowboy.”
“Anytime,” I say, lifting my head I kiss her hair, adding, “See. I told you they’d love you.” I chuckle when my words earn me a slap on my stomach.
After several minutes of silence I ask, “That asshole never texted you again, did he?”
“Nope. I think you scared him off, Cowboy,” she says, kissing my chest.
“Good. Because you’re mine now.” I inform her, running my fingers through her hair and tucking several strands behind her ear.
How’d I get so lucky?
I’d come home to Vermont several weeks ago in a piss-poor mood, wounded and forced into taking medical leave. I came home, unable to do any of the winter activities I enjoy, and have been living out of a suitcase in an inn because the tiny farmhouse I grew up in is bursting at the seams. My old bedroom is now a well-used home office.
Watching my brother with his family, I can admit to being jealous. I hope he appreciates what he has: a good woman and mother to his two great sons. Not that I’m remotely interested in Karen. Eww! The very idea makes me shudder. She’s great and all, but does nothing for me. Karen’s way too pale, short, skinny, and lacking in certain assets for my taste.
Laying here with my new roommate pinning me to the bed – I still can’t believe I convinced her to move in – all I can think is that this is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.
The vey fucking best.
June interrupts my pleasant thoughts with a laugh and says, “Your Dad is crazy, the things he comes up with.”
“He may be crazy, but−,” I say, trailing off, unsure if I should risk scaring her off by admitting the truth.
“But what?” June asks into my neck.
“The truth is, I want to be just like my father.” I say, pulling her tighter into my arms.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to find a good woman I can love, annoy, and be driven crazy by for the rest of my life. I know it seems sudden and insane, but I think you might be her, June Bug.” I say softly, holding my breath and waiting for her reply.
After several agonizing minutes, June raises her head and looking at me with her soft grey eyes says with a gentle smile, “Driving you crazy for a lifetime does sound appealing.”
“It does?” I ask hopefully.
“Yeah. We’ll have to see how things go,” she replies, moving up my body to give me a sweet, teasing kiss before going back to resting her head right over my heart.
“Let’s give us a try. That’s all I ask,” I say seriously, lifting my head to kiss her hair. Then I wrap my arms around my girl, holding her tightly to me.
“Okay,” she agrees, and I can feel her nodding her head against my chest.
I need to look into her beautiful eyes again, so I gently roll us onto our sides. What I see makes my heart skip a beat.
Fuck, I could love this girl.
She’s smiling softly, and her eyes are shining brightly at me. Wiggling closer, she shoves her knee between my legs, entwining us further.
I think I already do love her.
After several moments of comfortable silence, June leans back to look at me and asks with a grin, “So Cowboy, when are you going to model your new horsey underwear for me?”
“Never.”
“What? Why?” she asks chuckling, softly. “They’re boxer briefs, just like you like, and they even have your favorite animal on them.”
“They’re one step too close to being My Little Pony,” I grumble, reaching dow
n to pat her perfect ass in admonishment. June moves back into my arms and laughs sleepily into my chest.
With murmured sleepy goodnights, we lapse into silence again. I barely notice the fireplace crackling softly as it slowly dies, darkening the room. The only thing in the world is the girl in my arms, who is cuddling up to me as she falls into a peaceful sleep. She is the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.
A chance to find love, June, is exactly what I wanted this holiday.
Epilogue
One Year Later ~ June ~
“Tom, don’t stop,” I beg, as the man in question ceases the exquisite tempo he was making love to me in. Wiggling my hips, I attempt in vain to get him moving again.
It’s Christmas, and we’re back at the Vermont inn where we met, having booked the same room again.
Tom is looking down at me with a serious expression on his handsome face.
“Baby, I want to talk to you,” he says, grinding his hips against mine, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me.
“Now?” I gasp, exasperatedly.
“A year ago you told me I could be your man.”
“Yes,” I breathe, smiling up at him. This past year has been wonderful, getting to know Tom and falling so deeply in love with him that I can no longer separate my heart from his.
True to his word, he moved me into his bungalow not long after we returned to Orlando. It was an adjustment at first, both of us having lived alone for so long. Getting used to having another person in our personal space took some time.
Tom had been right, though; we do enjoy spending time together, and not just between the sheets. Every night is date night, whether we’re watching our favorite TV show, Castle, going to dinner, seeing a movie, taking rock climbing lessons, or horseback riding. Yes, I’ve finally put those ugly boots to use.
“I don’t want to be just your man anymore,” he says. His words cause me to stop breathing as fear grips my heart.
What the hell?
What happened to the future I’d been slowly beginning to imagine over the past year?
The fucker is breaking up with me—not only during sex, but also on Christmas.
“What?” I manage to squeak out, shocked by his words. I struggle against his hand that has my arms pinned above my head.
“I don’t want to be just your man,” he repeats, looking down at me with a serious expression.
“You’ve said that,” I reply tersely, coming out of my shock and struggling against my bonds anew.
“I want to be your husband.”
His words cause me to freeze, and blinking up at him confused I repeat, “What?”
“I love you, June Bug. I can’t imagine my life without you. Marry me.”
I stare blankly up at him, not having expected this.
His free hand slides under the pillow, looking for something. After several moments, he says an audible “fuck,” then tosses it off the bed where it hits a nearby lamp, which leads to a resounding crash as it falls to the floor.
Ignoring the property damage, he picks up a beautiful platinum diamond ring, from where it had been hiding beneath the pillow.
“Say something,” he begs, looking down at me nervously.
Raising my legs up further on his back, causing us both to groan, I tighten my hold of him and answer. “Yes!”
Releasing my hands, he slowly slips the sparkling ring onto my finger. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. Cupping the back of his head, I pull his mouth down towards mine.
“I love you Cowboy,” I whisper against his lips.
After kissing me sweetly, his warm breath tickling me as he whispers into my ear, “Where were we?”
Starting off slowly, my fiancé continues to make love to me, moving us again towards the edge of pleasure, but this time he plunges us over the edge and into a white-hot Christmas.
About the Author
Rene Webb, a former Catholic schoolgirl and child of the ‘80’s, is a recovering soap opera addict who grew up watching General Hospital. She became weary with the relentless drama and sought out stories with happy endings that lasted. Now, Rene is an erotic romance author, where there is always a happily-ever-after!
Growing up in New England, Rene spent her childhood playing make-believe, acting out stories with her Barbies, Legos, My Little Ponies, and Playmobile. She has since taken to writing down the dramas that invade her mind.
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About This Book
Curvy witch Amber Jones has big, bad wolf Hayden Barringer howling into the snowy night, ready to mate. Will fate and some blue pixie dust be enough to get these two lovers together?
Hayden’s first official duty as alpha of the Barringer Pack was hosting the Holiday Ball. A Christmas dance that allowed single supernaturals to find a true-mate—or just hook-up. Hayden had avoided the events for years, not ready to take a mate. This year, he’d had no choice. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy himself. And the curvy witch hiding in the shadows looked like just the delectable morsel for his hungry wolf.
Amber hated coming to the Holiday Balls. She left feeling sadder and lonelier than ever before. She’d accepted the fact that Santa wasn’t going to hand her a mate wrapped in a pretty red bow. If not for the edict from her grandmother, the coven’s matriarch, she wouldn’t be here tonight.
Of course, she’d have to thank her grandmother later…
HEAT RATING: 4
Chapter One
Amber stood in nervous anticipation at the back of the spacious room. The Holiday Ball was in full swing. In another time elegant and demur ladies would have floated across the marble floor, waltzing in the arms of the man they had favored for the evening.
Instead, the room was filled with half-naked bodies practically having sex on the dance floor. But tonight’s Holiday Ball was just as grand as any that had been held at the turn of the century. It was an annual event thrown by wolf shifters just before Christmas. The alphas in the area took turns playing host, much as she imagined landowners had done in days gone by. The dances were eerily similar in purpose—to bring together eligible males and females. Every type of supernatural was represented. Witches, demons, shifters, vampires, incubi. Even ghosts. And of course, humans. A surprising amount of supernaturals found their mate in the human realm.
And this year, just like the last nine, Amber was one of those eligible women. A witch. Fate favored witches as mates for wolves, so the alphas made sure to invite all the single witches.
She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to turn and walk away. Hell, run away. Run away just as fast as her chunky legs would carry her. She’d managed to skip out on
the last several years, but this year her grandmother had insisted. She’d pulled the matriarch card and ordered all the single witches of the coven to attend.
Amber didn’t like being told what to do. Her mother must have sensed her mood from across the room because she quickly excused herself from the group of witches she’d been talking to for the last half hour or so. Her grandmother followed her as she worked her way back to Amber through the decked out partygoers.
The room was just as beautiful as its occupants. Decorations of blue, silver, and white turned the house into a fairy-tale Christmas wonderland. Even the twenty-foot blue spruce blended-in with the color scheme, its branch turned a wintery white. She knew the lights on the tall fir depended more on fairy magic than electricity.
Despite her unhappy demeanor, most of the guests were enjoying themselves—and hoping to find their special someone. The yearly party was Match.com on steroids.
It made sense to hold such a party at Christmas, the most magical time of the year. A time of year when children’s beliefs in the impossible filled the air with positive energy. The party was a feast for the incubi attending. The sexual energy ran high since not all supernaturals were looking for their true-mates. They were just looking for a fast hook-up and giving off enough pheromones to choke a horse.
She knew she was being a bitchy witch because so far there hadn’t been any sign of a true-mate on her witchy radar. Not so much as a blip. Well, except for the demon who had cornered her early asking for an, um, adjustment to his heat level.
She started when a low growl sounded behind her. Thinking someone had discovered her oasis in the shadows, she quickly turned and looked over her shoulder. Nope. No one was there. Shaking her head at her nervousness, she turned back to the party, wishing that she’d thought to grab a flute of champagne and maybe an hors d’oeuvres or two before hiding out.
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