by Lea Kinkade
“As a matter of fact, I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you over to my parents’ for Christmas. Given your reluctance to join my family for Sunday lunch, I didn’t know what kind of response I’d get if I asked you to celebrate Christmas with me and my family. That’s what I’ve been worried about, darlin’. It has nothing to do with letting you go. I have no intention of letting you go anywhere that doesn’t include me.”
“Oh.” Samantha was at a total loss. This had come out of nowhere. She found it hard to go from being sure he wanted to break up with her to thinking about attending his family’s Christmas celebration. “I’m not really sure that’s such a good idea.”
“Why not, darlin’? I know you had your reasons when we first started dating, but those reasons are bogus now. I’m already a large part of your life. We’ve been exclusive for more than two months, now. I don’t see that changing. I want you as much now as I did the first night I met you. More, if you want to know the truth. The more I learn about you, the more I want.”
As he took a deep breath, Samantha saw his eyes soften and a big smile take over his face. “I love you, Samantha Michaels. I want a future with you.” She saw him grimace when she started in shock and shot him a doubtful look.
He soldiered on. “I know people have let you down in the past, darlin’. But they weren’t me. I’m not one of them.” As she began to argue with him, he quickly went on. “Have I given you any reason to doubt me, well, other than the past week when I’ve been so distracted?”
“No. It’s just hard to let people in again. I’ve gotten used to people breaking their promises and going away.” She knew there was pain in her eyes when she answered him. She could see the same emotion reflected in his. She didn’t know what else to do but be totally truthful with him.
“I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you. I want a future with you. Please come to Christmas with my family. My family doesn’t want to hurt you. They want a chance to get to know the woman I love. They’re going to love you once they get a chance to know you. Just give them a chance, darlin’. I promise we won’t let you down. Just give us a chance.” He looked like he was prepared to beg if he had to. How could she deny this man anything? She couldn’t.
“Okay.” She knew fear still shone in her eyes, but she was determined to face this thing head-on. “I’ll meet your family. But not for Christmas. I don’t want to horn in on such an important day. I’ll join you for lunch Sunday, if that’s okay?”
Ryan looked relieved. “That’s fine, darlin’. But when you see how well things go on Sunday, would you consider celebrating Christmas with me? I want to be with you on Christmas as well as with my family. If you won’t come with me to Christmas, I’ll stay here and celebrate with you.”
“We’ll see how Sunday goes. But if I don’t join you for Christmas, you’re still going to your parents. Family is important, and I won’t have you missing such an important celebration with them just for me.”
Samantha didn’t know if she was doing the right thing here or not. He said he loved her. Could she trust that? In the past, she’d always gotten burned when she trusted someone like that. Was Ryan really any different? Would he hold her mother’s mistakes and choices against her when he found out about her family like Brandon and J.T. did? She just didn’t know, and she was scared of how badly he could hurt her if she believed him and he let her down.
“That’ll have to do for now. Now, that’s enough serious talk for the time being. May I take you to bed and make love to you? I’ve been hard since I stepped through your door,” he said with a hangdog expression and she giggled.
“Lead on, handsome.” She reached out to take his hand.
* * * *
Once in the bedroom, Samantha pulled the bedding back to the foot of the bed. She moved to stand in front of him and raised her hands as she started to undo the buttons of his dark-blue chambray shirt. Her fingers fumbled a little in her haste, and he chuckled at her eagerness.
As she worked, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling his pants down to his hips as she finished with the buttons on his shirt. While she moved to undo the buttons at his wrists, he continued to push his pants over his ass and down his muscular legs where they bunched around his ankles. He kicked out of his pants and socks while Samantha went to the bed and grabbed a pillow.
“I love your body, Ryan. How do you keep so fit?”
“I’m glad you like it, darlin’. We have a gym out at the Ranch. Ryder and I usually work out before the club opens. I think you already know how I feel about your body. I’m not able to hide it when I’m nekkid.”
“Well, handsome, I’m going to show you just how much I enjoy a certain part of your anatomy right now.”
With the pillow in her hands, she led him to the edge of the bed and pushed him gently into a sitting position. Throwing the pillow down at his feet, she left little doubt as to her intentions. He leaned back slightly on his arms as she gently nudged his legs farther apart and moved in between his knees. His cock was stiff and throbbing, pointing straight up against his abdomen.
“I’m all up for that, darlin’,” he drawled.
Gently, her fingers slid up and down over his cock and balls, paying particular attention to the hard ridge of vein on the underside of his cock. Ryan leaned back and closed his eyes at the sensation of her warm hands on his rock-hard cock. The sensations grew and intensified. His head fell back as he moaned softly. He ached to feel her hot little mouth on him. He loved that she seemed to enjoy going down on him. It made him even hotter to know she enjoyed it as well.
Samantha leaned her face in close and let her warm breath flow over his cock and balls, sending a shiver through his long frame. Through lids heavy with desire, he watched her lick her lips and lean into his groin. He jerked when he felt her tongue lapping at one of his balls right before she took it into her hot mouth. She smiled as he let out another moan. She sucked gently on one of his balls as he flexed his hips toward her. He made a sound deep in his throat that was somewhere between a moan and a groan. Seeming to enjoy his reaction, she took his other ball back into her mouth and repeated the process. He was moaning and gasping as she moved lovingly back and forth between his balls.
She let his balls slide from her mouth and he raised his hips in an effort to maintain the connection, making a sound that bordered on pain. She laughed lightly. “Do you want me to keep going, Ryan? Or have you had enough?” He loved it when she wielded her power over him. He usually felt he had to be strong all the time. The only time he could truly lose control was when his cock was deep in her body.
“Keep going, darlin’. Please don’t stop,” he said on a groan.
“I’m not anywhere near done, handsome,” she promised.
Gently wrapping the fingers of one hand around his cock, she let the other rest on his lower abdomen, right above its base. She gently ran a finger over and around the place where his cock and balls met. Ryan sat forward a little and gently put his hands on either side of her face and lifted her lips to his for a voracious kiss.
Licking her lips, she bent back down and slowly placed openmouthed kisses up and down his long, hard shaft. She took care to repeat the process on the backside of his cock as well. She licked his cock from base to slit like an ice-cream cone. A shudder went through him. His hand rested on her shoulders, fingers clenching.
“Please, darlin’,” he begged. “Take me in your sweet mouth.”
Samantha grasped his hard length gently with both hands and still she didn’t cover the entire length of him. Bending over him, she touched the tip of his cock with her lips, gently licking off a drop of pre-cum as it leaked from the slit. Slowly bringing his length into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around his length making him groan.
One hand dropped away as more and more of his length was fed into her mouth. The second hand dropped away as he felt his cockhead bump against the back of her throat. She swallowed against him and another inch slid into her mouth.
Placing her hands against his upper thighs, Samantha’s head began to bob up and down as she worked his length in and out of her mouth slowly, breathing through her nose.
* * * *
With a groan, his hands moved from her shoulders to grasp her by the hair, holding her head at a particular angle that he liked. He began to move her head back and forth, thrusting faster and faster into her steamy mouth. He could feel the tension tightening in his balls. His orgasm was building inside him, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He shoved his throbbing cock to the back of her throat as he felt his cock begin to spasm, his cum shooting out in wave after wave, painting the back of her throat. She had to swallow again and again as his orgasm took over and his entire body began to shake. Falling back against the mattress with a groan, he kept repeating her name in a breathless voice.
She got up off her knees, placed her hands on either side of his head, and bent over his body to kiss him gently on the lips. He could taste himself on her lips and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his heaving chest. Shimmying them farther onto the bed, he reversed their positions so that he was leaning over her, their mouths still fused together in a deep, soul-wrenching kiss.
Moving onto his back, he pulled her head to his chest and hitched up one of her knees so it rested on his thigh. He lay there catching his breath from the amazing orgasm. He was in awe of her. That had to have been the best blow job in his life. He knew she had done that for him out of love. That’s what made all the difference. He knew she loved him. Now, he just had to get her to admit it to herself.
As he continued to hold her, he became aware that Samantha was lying in his arms still completely clothed. He would have to quickly remedy that, as he wanted to be inside his woman. He shifted their positions and she opened her eyes and stared into his. With his free hand, he began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Her nipples were hard, little beads pushing through her bra and blouse.
The blue in her eyes began to deepen with need as he brushed his fingertips over her nipples through her scanty lace bra. Her hands went to the last two buttons on her blouse and undid them while his hands went to the front clasp on her bra and set her bountiful breasts free of the restriction. Her nipples were swollen and tight with need. As he sat up on the bed, one of his hands went to the snap on her jeans and flicked it open as his other began to work her zipper down.
She sat up and shrugged out of both her blouse and bra. Naked from the waist up, her breathing changed when she looked into his eyes. He quickly lifted her bottom from the bed as he dragged her jeans and panties over her hips and down her legs. Tugging them free of her feet, Ryan turned to her with clear intent in his eyes.
Returning to her mouth, he brought their lips together in another ravenous kiss as his hands skimmed up and down her body, cupping her gorgeous breasts and trailing over her moist heat. Samantha drew one knee up and dropped her leg to the side, opening herself up to his gaze. Seeing the evidence of her arousal, Ryan couldn’t resist sliding his fingers through her tight curls. His fingers came away slick with her dew, and he brought them to his mouth for a taste. She moaned in response and opened herself further to him as she slid her thighs farther apart.
Settling his big body between her thighs, he kissed and caressed his way down from her breasts to her thighs. Giving her a kiss on her stomach right above her mound, Ryan dipped one finger gently into her wet pussy to test her readiness. His finger slid easily into her channel and, as he pulled back out, he crooked his finger to touch her sweet spot. She let out a little shriek of pleasure as his finger found the spot again and again. She arched her body into his touch.
Keeping his finger in her channel, his thumb found her clit, where he rubbed with smooth, fluid strokes. Looking in her eyes, he repeated the motion again and again. He knew he was ratcheting up her desire with each smooth stroke. Taking his fingers away, he replaced them with his mouth and tongue, causing her body to arch away from the bed and toward his mouth. He licked her thoroughly, taking all her cream into his mouth as she continued to moan. He could feel her thighs tensing and knew she was nearing her orgasm. Flicking her clit mercilessly until she shattered with a cry, Ryan brought her to climax.
* * * *
Coming back to herself, Samantha saw Ryan watching her with his glittering, green eyes. He bent down for a hard kiss, and she felt his hard length as it rested against her thigh, right next to her drenched pussy. Coming up on his knees, he positioned his cock at her swollen entrance and pushed slightly into her. She moaned her frustration. She wanted him seated to the hilt inside her right now. She’d never felt anything as good as Ryan Chisholm’s cock inside her. He’d ruined her for all other men.
He smiled a little as he began to rock into her a little more with each thrust until he was all the way inside her. Pumping in and out, he stroked her sweet spot with every pass he made. The head of his cock brushed against her cervix as she braced her feet more firmly on the bed. She could feel every bump and ridge on his engorged cock as he pistoned in and out of her. Her orgasm began to build stronger and stronger until she finally shattered into a thousand pieces. Riding her deeply, Ryan cried out as he found his own release. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her as he filled her pussy with his seed and he ground against her until the last spasms passed.
“Are you all right?” He was looking down at her with a smile on his face.
“I’m great.” As he moved to pull out of her she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him to her. “Stay,” she said softly. “I want to feel you inside me a little longer. You’re not too heavy.”
Giving her a chance to unclasp her legs, he rolled over gently so that she lay on top of him. Lying like that, with his cock still resting inside of her, she felt so close to him. She thought he must be able to feel her love for him radiating out from her entire body.
She clenched her inner muscles, and he groaned as his cock began to harden again inside her. She could feel another piece of ice fall away from her heart as she felt a deep satisfaction that this man wanted her so much. That he loved her. She wanted to stay this way with him all night and wake up in the morning and start over again. She wanted to stay wrapped up in his strong arms forever and bask in his love.
Chapter 10
The Sunday morning of her first lunch with Ryan’s family dawned dark and dreary. Southern Texas was experiencing a record drought so she knew that the rain would be welcome by the ranchers in the area. Samantha just hoped it wasn’t an omen of things to come as far as her relationship with Ryan’s family. Neither of them had to work today, so they slept in late. They’d made love until the wee hours of the morning. Christmas was five days away. Samantha woke up in Ryan’s warm embrace, as was the norm these days. As she lay quietly with her head on his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart, she thought about what Christmas would be like at the Chisholms’. She was torn about going with Ryan.
On the one hand, she didn’t want to make any mistaken assumptions about the seriousness of their relationship. He said he loved her, but other men had said that to her before only to shove her aside like she was nothing. On the other hand, she didn’t want to hurt Ryan or insult his family. Since that first time that he had invited her to Sunday lunch, Ryan had made weekly invitations to her to join him at his family’s house. She had pigheadedly refused. Now, she felt that maybe she had waited too long to maintain a casual air around the occasion.
As she lay there breathing in his spicy scent, she thought about what sort of message she would be sending if she went to the Chisholms’ Christmas celebration. Would she appear cocky? Presuming too much of what their relationship was or was not? Would she appear pathetic? Poor new girl in town who has nobody to spend Christmas with?
“I can feel the gears grinding in your head from here, darlin’,” said Ryan sleepily as he pulled her warm body more tightly to him. “Don’t worry so much. My family will love you. Jordan and Jessie already know you, and between the three of
us, the rest of the family already feels like they know you. It’s not a big deal. Quit worrying. My mother asks every week when you’re going to come and have Sunday lunch with us. She was thrilled when I called her Thursday and told her you would come. She said she’s looking forward to getting to know you better.”
“So not helping with the whole nerves thing. You may enjoy getting the third degree, but that’s not my idea of a relaxing time. Maybe we should just wait until after the holidays to introduce me to your family.” As she tried to roll away from him and get out of bed, he pulled her naked body on top of his instead.
“Maybe you need something else to relax you.” He urged her head down to take her mouth in a devastating kiss.
“Don’t even think about it. If we don’t get up and get showered now, we’re going to be late.” She pulled away from his kiss and squealed as he slapped her ass in retribution.
* * * *
As they pulled up before the large house, Ryan explained what the other buildings in the area were and pointed out the building that housed the administrative offices of Chisholm Ranch Enterprises. It looked like a big red barn. Just like several other barns in the immediate area. Despite his numerous attempts to get Samantha out to the Ranch over the past several weeks, she had managed to avoid it. He drove past the house he shared with his twin, Ryder, and pointed it out to her, saying maybe they’d have time to stop in before they headed back to town. He pointed out the horse barns and told her that was where his horse, Shadow, was stabled. Despite not being interested in the business side of the Ranch, Samantha knew Ryan still had a strong affinity for the land and enjoyed riding on the Ranch every chance he got. All of the siblings kept horses there for just this purpose.
Ryan held her hand as they walked toward the front door to the big house, as he called it. The house did look huge. He told her it had seven bedrooms, but that he and his brothers had had to share bedrooms while they were growing up. His youngest brother, Eli, still stayed at the big house when he was home from traveling the rodeo circuit.