Santa Wore Spurs

by Various

  "Be still," he ordered, his voice grave. His hands closed over her ass and he squeezed, causing a shiver to rack her body. "Everyone else in that damned bar got a good look at this tonight. Now, I want my turn."

  He spread her cheeks, and Hope gasped as Cord trailed a finger slowly along her folds, then dipped it inside her body. A gurgled moan escaped her lips as she pushed back toward his hand, wanting more. He shoved a second finger inside of her roughly and her inner muscles clutched him. Lifting her butt higher, she pushed back once more, and his fingers went deep, his thumb brushed her anus, and Hope tried to grasp the thrilling orgasm that was right out of her reach.

  "You're wet, Tinkerbell. Is that because of me? Or my friends?" he asked angrily, making another plunge into her body.

  Hope circled her hips in frustration, trying to get him to give her what she needed. The rough carpet felt like sandpaper against her nipples, and she was almost there when she heard the suction of her body as he withdrew his fingers.

  Hope whimpered in protest as her insides quivered in frustration. Cord rimmed her opening once more then rubbed moisture from his fingers onto her clit. When he started massaging her, Hope smiled and her hips found rhythm with his fingers. Pleasure built in her chest, and she was near that cliff again when an electric jolt rocked her body as Cord suddenly pinched her clit hard.

  Hope screamed and writhed, trying to get away from him, trying to untangle herself from her shirt. Cord held on and pinched harder. Stunned, Hope wailed, her whole body tensed and she lost her breath as she tried to process the pleasurable pain engulfing her. Cord finally eased the pressure and started circling her nub again.

  Her dazed brain cleared a little and she remembered how little she knew about her new husband. She remembered how blasé he'd been when he related the kink that Tonya Laramie had expected of him. Kink might be normal sex to him. She didn't know a damn thing about kink, didn't know what to expect, and that scared her.

  Or what if he was really mad at her and was trying to punish her this way? What if he really believed she had encouraged his friends?

  Hope scrambled forward on her knees, away from his hand, as fear edged past the desire in her drugged brain. In this position, she was completely vulnerable to him. He could do anything he pleased and she couldn't stop him. Cord Dixon was a big man, a lot bigger than she was.

  "Cord, you're scaring me," she said hoarsely as panic shot through her. She fought to get the t-shirt off again, but got hopelessly tangled up instead. He put his hand on her shoulder to hold her still.

  "I'm not going to hurt you, Tinkerbell," he said gently. "If I hurt you, or do something you don't like, let me know. I'll stop."

  His words seemed sincere, rational, and not angry at all. Her body relaxed a little, but then he grabbed her ass and gripped her as he growled, "I just want you to remember to never do that again. Nobody is going to see your gorgeous ass but me. You got that?" He squeezed her cheeks, and Hope nodded.

  Cord hesitated, hovering over her a moment like he was waiting for something. After a second, he pushed away. She wondered what the hell he was doing when a rush of air brushed her skin before she heard a loud smack, and her body was rocked by stinging pain. Hope's body lurched forward and she screamed, feeling the imprint of his every finger throbbing on her ass. He moved up behind her immediately and his hands kneaded her, soothing her stinging skin. The lingering pain strangely mixed with desire to settle into a dull throb between her legs.

  Moving closer, the coarse material of Cord's jeans scraped her oversensitive skin. His thick erection pressed into her hip as he leaned over her. "I need an answer, wife." His short, excited breaths filtered through the thin material covering her head. Cord liked this. Was turned on by it. This was evidently his version of foreplay. A kind of foreplay she'd never experienced before. The surprising thing was she liked it too. More than a little. It was different. Cord was different. Dangerous. Exciting.

  "Nobody sees your beautiful body except me, do you understand?" he repeated gruffly. The low timber of his voice, his obvious excitement, ramped up her own. Heady desire replaced her concern.

  "Yes," she whispered in a shaky voice, lifting her ass toward him.

  "Yes, what?" he asked with displeasure in his tone.

  "Yes, Cord?" she guessed. Evidently that wasn't the answer he wanted, because he stopped rubbing her and pulled away.

  Anticipation tingled along her nerve endings, and Hope braced for what she knew was coming. Another rush of air preceded his second strike, which was a little harder, and a lot more thrilling to her. The sound echoed through her head as she corralled the pain to focus it at her core. Her inner muscles worked and Hope moaned as moisture flooded to her folds, leaving her practically dripping.

  "Yes, sir?" she whispered huskily, almost hoping that was wrong too. Damn, she was as demented as he was.

  "That's right," he praised then gently kneaded her again. "Good girl."

  Cord pulled away again and Hope flinched, bracing for more. But Cord didn't spank her again. Instead, he dropped a trail of hot kisses over her skin. He stopped to trace the area near her tattoo with his finger. "What is that?"

  "A butterfly," she murmured.

  "A piercing and a tattoo?" he asked with a short laugh. "You are a surprising woman, Hope Carlis—Dixon," he corrected darkly. Cord licked the butterfly then moved a little lower to nip her. Hope yelped, and she felt his smile against her skin. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," he said, moving behind her.

  He urged her knees wider with his knee then she felt him fill the space he had created. Cord spread her then he blew hot breaths over her swollen folds. Hope moaned, squirming in his grasp and digging her nails into her palms. His breath quickened, and the heat inched up as he moved his face closer to her. Shock ripped through her when she felt his raspy tongue make a long, slow pass over her folds. Hope whimpered and pleasure sent her spiraling toward a release that was so close she could taste it.

  Disappointment shot through her when his mouth left her and he murmured, "You taste delicious, wife." Cord's rich voice vibrated through every crevice then he made a hit and miss pass over her clit with his tongue. It should have done the trick, but it was too quick, and he didn't repeat it.

  Frustration poured through her. "Cord, please," she begged through gritted teeth.

  He laughed. "You looking for this, baby?"

  Relief shot through her when he put his mouth on her again and made a couple of circles around her swollen nub. Suddenly, he sucked her hard then clamped his teeth down over her and Hope screamed as her whole body convulsed with a blinding orgasm like she'd never known before. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and Hope fought for her breath. When her body finally stopped trembling, her bones turned liquid inside her body and she melted into a puddle on the carpet. Cord rubbed her back then gently pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Hope took deep, gulping breaths of fresh air as another tremor shook her.

  He turned her over onto her back then dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. "You okay, Tinkerbell?" he asked with concern.

  Hope opened her eyes to look up at the man who had just rocked her world off its axis. Okay? No, she didn't think she would ever be okay again. No man was ever going to reach the sexual bar Cord Dixon had just set. None of this was real. But it sure felt real, and she wondered how she would ever find the same kind of passion with any other man. How she would let herself be so uninhibited. Her new temporary husband had tapped into sexual depths inside of her that she didn't even know existed.

  He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "Talk to me, Hope. Did I hurt you?" he demanded.

  "No, you didn't hurt me," she replied throatily then tried to make her wobbly lips form a smile. "I liked it," she said with a satisfied sigh. Cord kissed her again, and the taste of her on his lips sent dark, erotic images shooting through her mind. Hope licked a circle around his lips then nipped his lower lip. "Is that what I taste like?"

  His
eyes darkened. "No, this is what you taste like," he growled as he slammed his mouth down over hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. She tasted her salty sweet essence, and brand new waves of fiery heat shot through her. Free to touch him now, Hope smoothed her hands over his broad shoulders, down his tightly muscled arms to stroke his thickness through his jeans. Cord shivered and a moan rumbled in his chest then filled her mouth. She pulled her mouth from his. "Take your clothes off, Cord," she said in between kisses. "I want to taste you too."

  "Later," he said as he pushed up to his feet. Cord toed off his boots then shoved his jeans roughly down his legs before stepping out of them. "I have to be inside you now. I can't wait anymore," he said gruffly, holding his hand out to her.

  Hope's eyes slid to his erection, which almost topped the waistband of his tight, white boxers. She pressed her knees together against the new throb there and swallowed before putting her hand in his. He jerked her to her feet and pulled her to his chest, kissing her deeply as he walked her back toward the bed. He turned her, the bed touched the back of her knees, and she sat down. Cord stepped back, and his blue eyes glittered as he told her, "Get on your knees and face the wall."

  Hope scooted to the middle of the bed. "But, I—"

  "Face the wall on your knees," he repeated tersely.

  A thrill snaked up her spine and Hope scooted up to the headboard then turned to face the wall kneeling. Resting back on her haunches, she waited. The bed dipped and she felt his heat as he moved up behind her. His palms closed over her ass, and Hope groaned at the dull soreness she felt. Cord brushed her hair aside to nip her earlobe and she shivered. He leaned into her body and pressed her to the headboard. "Put your palms against the wall," he said gruffly.

  When she didn't immediately comply, his body tensed and a thrill shot through her. But her ass was too sore to push him. Her arms trembled as she lifted them over her head and put her palms flat to the wall, stretching herself. Making her body vulnerable to him again. Cord kissed her hair in reward.

  "Good girl," he said, nuzzling her as he smoothed his hands over her stomach up to cup her breasts. "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he growled as he tweaked her nipple. Hope groaned and threw her head back against his shoulder.

  Cord grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pain shot through her skull as he yanked her head to the side. The initial pain was replaced by a rush of pleasure so intense Hope's brain felt like it was on fire when he latched his mouth over her skin and sucked. He pulled her hair harder, tilted her head farther back, then his mouth closed over hers in a fiery kiss.

  When he pulled his mouth away, his teeth closed over her lower lip and he tugged. "You taste so fucking good," he ground out in a dark, gravelly voice. "I want to know what you feel like now."

  Cord found her hands where they had drifted down to her sides to raise them back over her head. He placed her palms against the wall and held them there while he ground himself against her backside. "Keep them there," he demanded as he slid his hands down her arms, raising goosebumps over her skin on his path back to her breasts.

  His thumbs started tracing lazy circles around her nipples. Slow fire built inside of her as the circles continued. When they got tighter, more focused, the fire built to inferno proportions, and she laid her cheek against the cool wall. Without speaking, Cord continued his rote movements, hitting the same path around her nipples with every rotation.

  The constant friction on her overly sensitized nipples became an irritation. It was the only thing she could focus on. With every pass of his thumbs her breathing got shallower, her focus more centered on that area. Soon the sensation bordered on pain, became sensual agony, and Hope wanted to scream. But then her inner muscles clenched and she knew she was about to come. From this alone. She felt extreme pleasure joining the pain, and it was amazing, unthinkable, but it was going to happen. The irritating pain speared the pleasure center of her brain, and Hope mewled as she was overcome by the sweetest, most erotic feeling imaginable. Cord kept up the circles, worked her through her release and let her enjoy it, then his fingers slowed and he leaned down to kiss her shoulder.

  "Did you enjoy that, baby?" he whispered into her ear. He dipped a finger inside her and Hope moaned. "It sure feels like you did," he said as he spread her legs wider and positioned the thick head of his cock at her opening.

  In a daze, Hope lifted her head just as his arm clamped around her waist, and without warning, he drove himself inside her body. Shock shot through her at the sudden, burning stretch and she gasped for breath. Her fingers bit into the headboard, and her inner muscles twitched around his thickness. After a minute, Cord pulled back a little then thrust again deeper, stretching her wider to fully seat himself inside her body. The steel bands of his arms loosened, and his breaths were uneven as he kissed her shoulder.

  "Just breathe, Tinkerbell," he urged in a strangled voice, sounding like he needed to take his own advice. His heart pounded against her back as he reached around to put his fingers between her legs and massage her. "That's it, baby, relax."

  Hope took a deep breath, trying to absorb all the feelings threatening to engulf her. Eventually, she relaxed back against him. Cord moved tentatively inside of her, setting a rhythm with his fingers as they strummed her. Hope moved her hips with him, and pressure built inside her again until the ugly artwork on the wall above the bed blurred. Her body jerked violently. Exhausted, she lay herself on the tracks and let the freight train of another release run over her.

  Cord groaned, his body tensed, then his arms tightened around her as he roared his release. His breath rushed out then he fell back onto the bed with her on top of him. Boneless and spent, Hope rolled to his side and her arm flopped over his chest.

  Cord chuckled as he draped his arm around her then yanked the corner of the blanket over them. He kissed her hair and squeezed her to his side. "Thank you, Mrs. Claus," he whispered in a raw voice.

  Hope mumbled something against his skin, but Cord couldn't make out what she said. He heard soft snores and smiled as a sense of peace came over him and his eyes drifted shut.

  Cord opened one eye and looked around, trying to figure out where the hell he was and what was going on under the sheet. He patted his hands down the sheet and felt someone's head under the cover. Memories of yesterday and last night crashed over him in vibrant flashes as wet heat surrounded his cock and fire shot through him. Cord groaned and fisted the sheet and probably Hope's hair too.

  "Good god, Tinkerbell! Again?" he gasped as her lips pinched around him and she dragged them slowly up to the head of his cock. She put her teeth on him and Cord's toes curled. His body jerked and he groaned. Then she sucked him hard, taking him deeper into the warm cavern of her mouth. The pressure eased just enough for her to swirl that hot tongue of hers around him. Cord's balls contracted as his orgasm built there.

  Hope Dixon was his dream lover. Insatiable. Enthusiastic. Adventurous. Cord was running out of creative ways to love her, but she seemed to like vanilla too. The last time he'd made love to her, a few hours ago, it had been slow and sweet. Their connection was so intense, it left Cord dazed and wishing things were different. Pretending they were.

  He needed to be careful with that because he could easily fall in love with her. Too easily. And she could do the same with him. Then they'd really be in a fix when it was time to go their separate ways. They had a deal and falling in love wasn't part of it.

  But he was going to make love to her until she was too sore to walk away. Maybe she wouldn't want to leave then, a voice at the back of his mind whispered. Cord shoved that thought away to focus on what her talented mouth was doing to him.

  Her pace quickened and her hand squeezed at the base of his cock. Hope moaned, sending tantalizing vibrations through his body. Blinding light flashed behind his closed eyes. She sucked him again, and every muscle in his body seized as he exploded.

  With a growl, Cord shoved his hands under the covers to pull her up his bod
y. When her tangled, red curls popped out from under the covers, her face was flushed and her full lips swollen. She gave him a mischievous grin as she scrambled up his body to straddle him. She had never looked more beautiful.

  "Am I on your naughty list yet, Santa?" she asked playfully, tweaking his nipple.

  Cord's body jerked and he put his hand over hers. "You are definitely on my list, baby," he drawled. "The naughtiest of the naught. You could give a man a heart attack waking him up like that."

  "You didn't like it?" she asked and her lower lip pouted but her eyes sparkled.

  "Oh, I loved it, Tinkerbell."

  He lifted a finger to run it over her lower lip, and she nipped the end. "You said later, so I figured we couldn't get much later than check out time."

  Cord glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table and closed his eyes. This fantasy was over. It was time for them to hit the road back to the ranch, back to the problems that waited for him there. For twelve hours or so he had forgotten. She helped him forget. He opened his eyes to look at her. "We still have a few minutes," he said with a wink then put his hands on her hips before rolling her underneath him. He placed a smacking kiss on her mouth then pushed up. "Let's try out that hot tub."

  "Ooh, Santa...I like how you think," Hope purred as she scooted off the bed to follow him.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Two weeks later, memories of his wedding night were all Cord had. They had been working so hard, the best he could do at night after supper was collapse. Hope slept with him every night, but neither of them had energy for anything more. And it was driving him crazy. He looked down at her sleeping peacefully beside him then glanced at the clock. He contemplated getting a Hope fix this morning before he went to work, but then he heard the guys rustling around the bunkhouse, getting ready to leave.

  They had work to do. His repair list was growing daily and the guys were leaving soon. He needed to get his ass out of bed, but thinking about making love to her again had him wrapped in so many knots he couldn't get them out with a fork. Her warm body pressed against his side didn't make leaving her any easier, but Cord slid his arm from under her then tiptoed to the closet to dress.