Santa Wore Spurs

by Various

  "Great. Let’s see what we can find."

  She slipped from the bed and headed in the direction of the bathroom. "I’ll be right back. I need to wash off this stickiness."

  "No problem." He slipped his shorts back on and sprawled out on the bed with his back to the headboard as he used the remote from the nightstand to flip on the television.

  The local news report said, "The snow report for Whisler calls for several inches of snow accumulation tonight. The plows are out on the highways, but they are having a hard time keeping up with the snow fall according to the country road maintenance division."

  "What are they saying about the snow?" Catlin asked from the bathroom.

  "They are predicting a shit ton of it from what it sounds like. I may be stuck here for a day or two."

  "You can stay with me. No problem."

  "I’m glad you said so. I was hoping you wouldn’t mind the company."

  "Not if there are repeats of what happened a little bit ago."

  He raked his gaze over her impressive tits, curvy hips and killer legs as she waltzed back out into the room in all her naked glory. He held out his arm, beckoning her into his embrace so he could hold her next to his skin. Sooner rather than later, he’d have to fuck her again. This might be the best couple days of his life!

  She snuggled in close, laying her head on his chest.

  "I like holding you like this."

  "Mmm. I like it too. Your skin is so warm." She fingered the hair on his chest. "I like how you have hair on your chest. Too many guys these days shave it or wax it off."

  "Ouch!" He laid his hand over hers where it sat on his pec. "I don’t think so! I’ll take my hair anytime."

  "You don’t have a ton." She ran her fingers through the smattering of hair, dislodging his hand. "Just the right amount."

  He ran his fingers up and down her arm. He liked the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, soft, supple flesh with the slight smell of pomegranate. He liked her a little too much, he figured. Oh well. He’d enjoy the woman while he had the chance. Winters back home were long and lonely for the most part when you didn’t have a woman around. He’d take what he could get as he counted himself fortunate to have stopped at the small town diner.

  With the remote in his left hand, he flipped through channels while he waited for a sign from the woman in his arms, as to what she wanted to watch. It was her television, her apartment, her food and her company he was beholden too. The least he could do would be to watch whatever she wanted.

  The television hit on some professional bull-riding going on in a southern city somewhere. "There!"

  "You wanna watch bull ridin’?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t know many women who liked watching this kind of stuff.

  "Yes. I love to watch rodeo. It’s awesome."

  He liked her more and more with each passing moment he spent in her company.

  They snuggled on the bed for the hour the bull-riding event was on television, her buck ass naked and him with nothing on but his shorts. He glanced at his watch realizing it was getting onto suppertime.

  "Are you getting hungry?"

  "Yeah, kind of."

  She pushed herself up off his chest and scooted to the end of the bed, her breasts bouncing enticingly as she moved. "I’ll get supper started then." Moments later, everything was covered up, much to his disappointment, by the nightgown she’d retrieved off the floor.

  The curve of her hips fascinated him. Up until now, he’d been more about younger, thinner women, but it almost seemed like he might be seeing a woman for the first time.

  "What?" she asked, turning to face him.

  "Nothin’. Why?"

  "You whistled."

  "I did?"

  She laughed. "Yeah."

  "What did it sound like?"

  She mimicked him perfectly and that’s when he realized he really did appreciate everything about her. "It was a whistle of appreciation. I like your curves."

  A smile spread across her lips, lighting up her whole face. He frowned as she turned back to her cooking while he wondered why such a little thing seemed to make her day. He continued to watch her putter around the small kitchenette, the nightgown swirling around her thighs, the same ones that had cradled his hips so perfectly not very long ago.

  Damn it. Move on man! She’s just a woman you ran into in this shithole of a town. She’ll stay here and you’ll go on back to your ranch, your cattle, and your lonely existence tomorrow.

  "What is the frown for?" she asked, placing two steaming plates of food on the small table next to the door. "You haven’t even tasted it yet."

  "Nothin’. I was just thinking about the weather and wonderin’ if it’ll let up to be able to get out of here tomorrow." He jumped up from the bed so he could slip on his pants. No use eating dinner in his skivvies.

  "You could have left those off. I don’t mind looking at you."

  Heat crawled up his neck. A compliment from her seem to be genuine versus some of the women he’d been around who didn’t look past his looks to the man beneath. "Uh, thanks I guess."

  "Oh come on. I’m sure you get complimented all the time." She headed back to grab beer from the refrigerator. "A guy with your looks?"

  "Somehow it seems more sincere comin’ from you."

  "Why? I’m sure I’m just one of many women you’ve been with."

  "Maybe, but you seem like the type of woman who doesn’t just look at what’s on the outside."

  She shrugged as she placed the beers on the table. "True enough, I guess. I like what I see beneath all of that pretty package, Eli. You seem like a nice guy all the way around. What amazes me is some lucky girl hasn’t snatched you up before now." She frowned as she looked at him for a minute. "You ain’t married, are you?"

  "No. I thought we discussed that already."

  "Yeah, but I didn’t ask you specifically. I know a lot of men who would just not mention it unless they were asked straight out."

  "I wouldn’t lie to you, Catlin. Not for anything."

  She swept something off the seat on the chair near the table with her hand before she sat down and motioned for him to take the other chair. "Good. I wouldn’t lie to you either. I’m all about being honest with a guy, even if it means one of us gets hurt." They silently ate for several minutes. "Did you go to college or anything?"

  "Yeah, my parents insisted I get an AG degree after I graduated high school. It’s been helpful with the ranch business stuff." He popped a piece of steak in his mouth, almost groaning as the meat melted on his tongue. Damn, the woman can cook. "What about you?"

  "I’m starting nursing school next fall. I’m taking all my pre-requisite stuff right now, like math, and chemistry. Those kinds of classes."

  "Sounds interesting. I bet you’ll make a great nurse."

  "Oh, I don’t know, but I thought I’d give it a try. I like helping people, but I’m not sure about all the nasty stuff."

  "Like?" he asked, sliding his plate away. He picked up his beer and drained the remaining liquid.

  "You know. Cleaning people up, nasty sores, blood."

  He almost choked. "You don’t like blood?"

  "Well, not really. I guess it’s more I don’t like to see mine. I don’t mind seeing other peoples. I’m not a fan of needles either."

  A shiver raced down his back. He hated needles himself. "I know where you’re comin’ from. I don’t like them either."

  "Don’t you have to deal with them vaccinating your animals?"

  "Yeah, but I’m stickin’ them, not me."

  She picked up their plates to take them in the kitchen, but he jumped up to take them from her hands. "I’ll do the dishes. You cooked."

  "Seriously?"

  "Sure, why not?"

  "I’ve never had a man volunteer to do the dishes before. It’s kinda nice."

  "Well this man does. My mom taught me from an early age it’s not about boys’ versus girls on who does what chores. My sisters helped mu
ck stalls and the boys did dishes." He set them on the counter next to the small sink as he proceeded to fill it with hot water.

  "Can you cook?"

  "I make a mean omelet."

  She grabbed a towel and dried one of the plates he left on the drain board. "Good, then you can make breakfast in the mornin’ before you leave."

  He smiled as he glanced to his right. "I’d be happy to, darlin’. Do you have all the ingredients?"

  "Eggs, cheese, ham."

  "That about covers it."

  They finished the few dishes they’d dirtied during dinner in compatible silence while he wondered what it was about her that made him so comfortable. She wasn’t model gorgeous, but she was pretty in a Catlin sort of way.

  "What shall we do now?" she asked, sliding the dishtowel through the wire rack under the sink.

  "We can watch the snow." She wrinkled her pert nose at his comment. "What do you want to do then?"

  She stepped close enough she could run her fingernail down his bare chest. "I can think of something."

  "Does it have to do with my cock?"

  "It might."

  His dick surged to life at the mere thought of being inside her warm pussy again so soon. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

  She finger walked her hands up his chest to loop them around his neck. With her breasts pressed to his front, she said, "Hell yeah, cowboy. I’m up for another round with you anytime."

  With a flourish, he whipped the nightgown over her head to reveal all her nakedness to his gaze. "You’re a sight, honey."

  "Thanks." She slowly backed toward the bed with a come-hither crook to her finger, a saucy tilt to her head, and a sexy grin on her kissable lips.

  He followed like a stray puppy asking for a petting from the most beautiful girl in the world. She dropped to her knees, yanking down his boxers as she went.

  She licked from his balls to the tip of his dick with the flat of her tongue before she sucked the head into her mouth. His eyes closed of their own accord when her warm mouth encircled his cock. God, it felt like heaven and hell at the same time. An involuntary shudder ran through him, curling his toes against the thin carpet. "You’re pretty good at that."

  His cock popped out of her mouth when she sat back on her haunches to peek up at him through her lashes.

  "It’s been a while, but sucking cock is sucking cock. You either know what you’re doin’ or you don’t."

  "You definitely do."

  "I just do what I think will feel good." She reached for him again, encircling the head with her tongue. Her small hand cupped his balls, massaging them with her fingers until his breath caught in his throat. "Mmm."

  With his fingers tangled in her hair, he guided her head for a little better penetration as she hummed around his cock; sending electrifying jolts clear to his toes. "Holy fuck, woman." He felt his balls draw up toward his groin and he knew he would lose his load shortly if she didn’t stop. "Enough," he whispered, without much conviction in his voice. "I’m gonna blow if you don’t stop." She grabbed both of his ass cheeks, holding his pelvis to her face. "Honey, please." His voice came out in a high-pitched whine. His whole body shook. His mouth had gone dry long ago from the seesawing of breath in and out of air-starved lungs.

  A deep growl erupted from his mouth in an explosion of tormented words. Each syllable made no sense as cum squirted out the end of his cock, only to be swallowed by the beautiful woman hell bent on sucking the life out of him one skillful lick at a time. "Holy shit."

  After one last swipe of her tongue, she sat back on her heels with a self-satisfied smirk on her lips. "Good?"

  "Good? Are you insane? That had to be the best blow job I’ve ever received." He sank down on the edge of the bed in a heap of boneless muscle. "Where the hell did you learn to do the little thing with your fingers on my balls?"

  "I’m not tellin’."

  The little Cheshire grin on her lips made him wonder just a little. "Well, it was fabulous. I couldn’t have stopped myself from coming even if I’d wanted to." He brushed the hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "You’ll have to give me a few minutes to recover so we can do this properly."

  "Only a few minutes? You’ve got some great stamina then, cowboy."

  "I’ve never had a lady complain before." He laid back and stared at the ceiling. What to make of her, he wasn’t sure, but he liked it—a lot.

  Her tongue did a little dance up the inside of his left knee as she worked her way across his thigh. He held still waiting to see what she’d do next. The roughness of her tongue abraded his skin with enough sensation to bring his cock straight up to rigid attention within seconds. He looked down his chest to see her wink as she encircled the head of his now full erect cock, with her tongue. Damn the woman knew what to do to make him full on horny.

  "Looks like you’re rarin’ to go already, cowboy."

  "I can’t help it when a sexy woman like you is licking me like an ice cream cone."

  She sucked a little, curled her tongue around it and took the whole thing in her mouth before she let it go with a pop. "I’m gonna ride you into next week."

  "Ride ‘em cowgirl."

  With her legs spread wide, she straddled his hips, taking his entire length in one downward push of her hips. Lordy, did her hot pussy feel fantastic. Oh shit. "Condom?"

  "Crap. I forgot in the heat of the moment." She pulled herself off to grab one from the nightstand.

  One eyebrow arched over her right eye as she put it in her mouth and proceeded to roll it down his cock. The sensation was enough to curl his toes. "God woman. You’re gonna kill me yet." She grinned as she took the same position as before, engulfing his cock with her hot pussy. Bare would have been much better, but protection was important, at least to him. It seemed to be to her too or she would have just blown off the use when she had him deep before.

  "Good Lord, you feel good."

  She raised her pelvis and then slowly took him back in. "I love having you surrounding me."

  "And I love having you deep. This is awesome."

  He placed his hands on her hips, spanning the softness with his hands, but it wasn’t enough. Her breasts dangled in his face when she bent over slightly to grind herself against his cock. The right nipple teased him to taste. He captured it between his lips.

  "Yes."

  With his tongue, he rolled the turgid nipple as he sucked it further into his mouth.

  "Bite it."

  He gently bit down.

  "Harder."

  He raked his teeth across it, biting down harder still.

  "That’s it. Now suck," she said, as she continued to ride his cock like a bucking bronc. "Fuck, yes."

  His balls drew up against his groin, ready to blow his seed any moment. Her hips bucked wildly as she ground herself down on him. He pulled his feet up so he could get some leverage, slamming himself on her downward stroke until they both groaned their climax at the same time.

  His breath sawed in and out of his lungs while he tried to calm his racing heart. Damn, making love with her had to be the best he’d ever had. There was just something about her that he gravitated to, held onto, and wanted more of. "You okay?"

  "Yeah. That was…" Her words trailed off as she propped herself up on his chest.

  "Amazing."

  "You could say that, yes. I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life." She rolled off to his right side as he tucked her close. "Well except maybe the last time we fucked." A giggle exploded from her lips as he smiled.

  "Glad I could accommodate."

  "You did so very well, kind sir."

  "I should probably get dressed so I can check my horses."

  "I’ll go with you," she said as she jumped up. "Let me wash off a little and throw on some clothes."

  He supported his head with his hand when he rolled over to watch her impressive ass walk into the bathroom. "Don’t get dressed on my account."

  The saucy grin on her face made him want
to drag her back to the bed and fuck her all over again. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s a woman to blow a couple of days with, not spend the rest of my life with. I’ll be rollin’ on out of this town come tomorrow and never look back.

  After he inhaled a quick breath and blew it out, he sat up to locate his clothes. His boxers were on the floor at the bottom of the bed, his jeans were near the small table by the window, and his shirt lay strewn across the chair and his boots? Where did his boots disappear to? Ah, there they were sitting next to the small kitchenette next to his socks.

  It didn’t take him long to redress. He was slipping on his boots when she walked out of the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on. All the saliva in his mouth dried up, making his tongue feel like a balloon in his mouth. Damn, she was pretty and her rack? Fuck yes, she had some killer tits.

  "Close your mouth, cowboy."

  "Huh?"

  She laughed as she picked up her clothes from the floor. "I half expected you to drool on yourself."

  Much to his chagrin, she yanked on her bra and pants before she covered herself with her jeans and top. Damn.

  When she stomped her feet into her boots, he stood up to pull on his jacket. A glance out the window revealed the snow still coming down in large flakes, piling up inch by inch as the day wore on. At this rate, he wouldn’t be leaving tomorrow either. Not that he’d mind spending another day wrapped up in Catlin’s arms, but he really needed to get these mares home. One was pregnant and about to foal any day. Bad timing for foaling, but there wasn’t much he could do about it since the last owner allowed her to mate with the stallion at an odd time of the year.

  "Ready?" she asked, pulling on her own jacket and yanking down a stocking cap onto her head.

  "Yep."

  They walked out into the snow together as he noticed it was already halfway up their thighs. "Damn. This is really getting deep."

  "Yeah. I hope the plows are keeping up or you might be here for another day or two."

  As they walked toward the stalls, he asked, "Do you have to work tomorrow?"

  "No. I’m scheduled to be off the next two days, but it all depends on whether those supposed to work can get in. If not, I’ll be working."

  "Ah, the joys of living behind the diner."