by Dahlia Rose
Chapter Four
“Let’s go ice skating,” Beau said impulsively. “Mrs. Sims’s place.”
She raised he head and looked at him in surprise. “Beau Everett, did you really just say let’s go skating?”
Natasha was lying across his lap, and he twirled her hair idly as they watched A Charlie Brown Christmas. He felt like a new man after only days of letting go and embracing the holidays and Natasha. Beau realized that he was just living day-to-day, year-to-year but not really living. One uncomplicated relationship to the next, working with the horses, buy and selling and bringing new foals into the world. Watching winter turn into spring and the pastures awash in yellow flowers, watching the new foals trot by with their mothers or helping Cody take cattle from the winter grounds or branding new calves.
It was all perfect and beautiful yet lonely because at the end of the day he went home alone. He’d drink a beer after grabbing a frozen dinner from Cody’s house because it seemed useless to cook for himself alone. When that got monotonous, he’d head into town to eat at Razzlez just to watch Natasha and never make a move. Keeping himself distanced from everyone because he didn’t want to deal with the hurt of maybe losing them was the wrong move. His parents loved each other up to the day they died. He remembered seeing them walking hand-in-hand each evening by the coral. Damn it all if they wouldn’t kick his ass for doing this to himself.
“Yeah, I said it.” He chucked her gently under the chin. “I’ve decided to take a new stance on the holiday festivities thing. Two days before Christmas we should go drink some of Mrs. Sims’s hot chocolate. I hear she mixes it with real chocolate.”
“I don’t know if I should be happy or terrified about your turn around, Scrooge,” Natasha teased.
“Happy, ma’am, be very, very happy because you caused it.” Beau bent over to kiss her nose. “So come on, sweetheart, let’s take to the ice.”
An hour later they were pulling onto Mrs. Sims’s property and parking next to the rows of cars near the pond. Neither she nor Beau owned skates but decided to go anyway. The hot chocolate alone was enough to make them go out. Mrs. Sims always had extra pairs of skates she bought over the years, so she set them up just right.
“First Cody and then you come down to take a twirl on the ice,’ Mrs. Sims commented. “I haven’t seen you boys on my pond since you were teenagers. The mister and I can remember your momma and daddy doing the same thing, as if they were newlyweds skating and kissing. I miss those two.”
Beau swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I do too. Thanks for the skates, Mrs. Sims.”
“Go enjoy the ice, boy. It’s about time I seen you and Natasha here,” she called out to them.
“Does everybody in this town know we’ve got the hots for each other?” Beau asked as they sat down on one of the benches close to the pond.
“Oh yeah, I think there is an underground betting pool going on at Razzlez,” Natasha said as she laced up her skates. “They think I don’t know, but I put in a fifty that this Christmas we’d get together.”
Beau looked at her amazed. “You’re with me for a bet?”
Natasha laughed and skated away. “I’m kidding, you nut. Get out here and glide.”
“Oh I thought I was just a cheap trick to you.” Beau followed her out to the ice. On a horse he was a magician. On the ice, Beau had to find his sea legs. Maybe skating was a bad idea.
“You would never be just a trick to me, stud.” Natasha skated into his arms. “You’re my stallion, and later I plan to ride you and break you, baby.”
Beau felt his cock harden in response. “Don’t say that now. I might have you in the flat bed of my truck freezing my ass off trying to fuck you.”
“You forget. I’d be on top.” She kissed him.
Natasha’s words were like a punch to his libido, the girl always the one thing could make him rock hard in an instant. He remembered he’d asked her dad if he could date her. Yeah, he had just turned eighteen, and she was only fifteen, but he gave it a go. Mr. Quinlan threatened to beat him bloody if he came anywhere near his daughter. Then he’d just left for college and lost his parents that same December. She’d gone off to the big city and never really came home since her parents left Huntsford for Florida’s warmer climate. But here they were finally together, and her fiery personality could get him hot and bothered instantly. Beau knew he’d loved her from the start, and right now in that place with her, it was like a gust of wind clearing out the stale air of the past.
“Hey, Natasha, looking good!”
Beau watched as Nate skated up to Natasha and picked her up in a hug. Beau folded his fist at his side and was ready to punch Nate’s face in. He was the town’s one and only insurance adjustor and known to be a ladies man. His dark hair was ruffled by the wind, and while he was working his way through the single and not so single women in Huntsford, Beau knew he’d always had Natasha in his sights. She had always refused him.
“Nate, take your hands off me. I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” Natasha said. “You act like we’re close and you’re definitely too touchy-feely.”
“Awww, sweetie, don’t be that way. I thought maybe we could give another date a go.” Nate grinned. Beau wanted to punch him all the more.
“You dated him?” Beau came up beside them and put his hand around her shoulder before saying casually, “She said move your hands. Don’t make me break them.”
“It was one date, one that I won’t be repeating . . . ever,” Natasha said, and he heard the sourness in her voice.
“So you and Beau are…?” Nate grinned. “You got to her before I could.”
Beau rolled his eyes. Nate was always a clueless fool. He thought he was God’s gift to women even though that myth was proven untrue over and over again.
“Let me point out that you would never have gotten me,” Natasha said. “You are slimy, and after what you did to poor Keith and his wife, I doubt you will ever be under the blankets of another woman’s bed in Huntsford. You are the lowest of the low.”
“I’m kind of out of the loop. What did he do to Keith and Jessica?” Beau asked.
“Oh, it didn’t get out to Twin Falls?” Natasha asked. “Let me enlighten you. Nate here decided to blackmail Jess into sleeping with him. Keith couldn’t pay the insurance premiums, and he told her to trade was best. Mister Nate then let the policy lapse even though he was sleeping with her, and they almost lost everything. When she found out, Jessica was livid and told Keith everything. Jessica is pregnant, and the scum told Keith the baby was his even though it wasn’t. His spite almost broke them up. Even though Jess was trying to save her husband’s business, Keith still blamed her. All because of this pond scum.”
“I should hit you in the face right now.” The burn of his anger almost overwhelmed Beau. “Jess is one of the most innocent women I know. That girl still believes in rainbows and unicorns.”
“Hey, she could’ve said no.” Nate sneered. “I think she taught me a few tricks.”
Beau raised his fist, but Natasha stopped him. “He’s not worth it, Beau. He’ll get his. Karma is a bitch.”
“But I would feel so much better,” Beau murmured. “No woman should have to deal with him in their presence.”
“I’m here with Deena,” Nate said smugly.
“I’ll be fixing that shortly,” Natasha replied. “That girl’s been here for less than a year and tends to keep to herself and out of gossip. She doesn’t know about you, but I will be telling her everything.”
Natasha waved to Deena, and when the young woman came over, Natasha linked their arms. “Let’s go have a hot chocolate. I’ve got some things to tell you.”
Nate tried to block them from leaving. “Hey now, she came with me.”
Beau put his hand on Nate’s shoulder and squeezed none too lightly. “Let’s leave the ladies, shall we? I still want to hit you badly.”
Nate pushed away from Beau and skated across the ice. On the other side of the po
nd, he sat on one of the benches to take off his skates. He stalked to his elaborately pimped out truck and drove away without looking back for his date. Beau turned and found Natasha and Deena sitting near the hot chocolate stand. He let them talk for a bit while he ordered his own drink and three cinnamon rolls. He gave each lady one of the sweet treats and sat quietly while Natasha gave Deena the rundown about one of the town’s gigoloes.
I can’t believe I almost took that piece of shit home.” Deena made a disgusted sound in the back of her throat.
“He took off in his truck,” Beau commented.
Deena sighed. “Just my luck I let him pick me up. Can you guys give me a ride back to my place?”
“Can we, Beau?” Natasha asked. “It’s close to the restaurant.”
“I’d never leave a lady stranded.” Beau grinned. “My mom raised me right.”
Deena chuckled. “Are there any more like him?”
“He has a twin, but he’s already taken,” Natasha said.
“Bummer, all the good ones are taken or gay, and then we’re left with men like Nate.” Deena laughed.
“Never. There’re some good guys in Huntsford.” Natasha stood and so did Deena. “You just have to be selective. We’ll talk about it at work sometime.”
Deena laughed. “Ok.”
Beau drove, and they got Deena home safely before heading back to Twin Falls. When they got inside, Beau lit a fire so they could warm up. His cellphone went off just as Natasha was coming in the room with two brandy snifters in her hands. He looked at the read out, and it was Cody. He never refused a call from his brother.
“Hey, C, what’s up?” Beau asked. He listened for a moment and replied. “Sure I can help with that. Tell Bruce I hope he feels better.”
“Hey, tell Cody and Kaleena to come over for Christmas Dinner,” Natasha said. “We girls can get to know each other.”
“Did you hear that, Cody? My girl wants to meet your girl,” Beau said with humor in his voice. He looked at Natasha. “He and Kaleena will be here, four ok?”
“Sounds perfect,” Natasha said.
“Ok, bro, see you Christmas Day and then work the day after,” Beau said. He hung up and joined Natasha who had settled herself in front of the fire’s warm embers. “It seems we’re having a family dinner.”
She gave him a sidelong glance. “How do you feel about that? I mean it’s been so long and you’re…”
“It’s fine,” Beau said gently. “You’re right, my mom and dad wouldn’t want me to live like this. I don’t know how I let it get this far. After awhile it felt so much easier than actually dealing with the issues.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” Natasha asked.
“I’m not ready yet,” Beau said and cupped her cheek before kissing her. “Right now all I want to think about is you.”
Natasha put her drink down on the stone fireplace surface and straddled his waist as he was leaning back against the sofa. “Is this where I try to break my stallion?”
“I’ll buck and won’t submit lightly,” Beau said huskily.
Natasha grabbed the lapels of his button down shirt and gave him a look. She bit her lower lip, and he wanted to soothe the soft flesh with his tongue. Natasha ripped his shirt open and exposed his chest. She bent her head and nipped gently at his nipple. Beau groaned and leaned his head back. He’d let her play for a moment, but then Beau planned to give her the ride of her life.
The next kiss seared her into his senses until nothing mattered but Natasha. Stroking and massaging her body made him hunger for her even more. They undressed quickly, catching teasing kisses or a nip of tender skin here and there as they did. Beau delved his hand between her legs and cup the mound of her pussy. His finger stroked and teased between the wet slit before he penetrated her with his finger, and she moaned against his mouth. He loved every sound she made when he made her purr like a kitten or whimper in need.
He lifted his head and watched her as he used his fingers to please her. He loved the way she felt warm and wet, the way her body accepted his touch. “Damn, you’re so tight and wet.”
“Oh please,” she moaned.
“Please what?” His husky voice was right by her ear. He wanted her ask him to please her. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.”
“Make me come,” she pleaded.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “I want to see you go over that edge.”
Beau was drawn to her chocolate brown gaze. In his heart, she was already his, and Beau loved how she opened herself up to him completely. “Oh, Beau,” she cried out, and he groaned in response. She made him want to roar his pleasure and shout to the world that she was in his arms, his woman. He deliberately slowed down his movements wanting to draw out her pleasure as long as he could. It made her more frenzied, and Beau felt himself losing control.
He kept that pace until she begged. “Harder, I need more!”
Beau laughed. “Very bad girl, are you going to come for me?”
“Yes, oh yes.” She panted and pumped her hips against his hand.
Natasha gave a small scream, and he felt her pussy give up its bounty. Yes, he thought in delight, reveling in how her body bowed and tensed in passion. His cock was hard as steel and ached almost painfully. She stroked his length, and Beau groaned, loving the feel of her grasp around his rod. They were both striving to bring each other pleasure. Beau slipped another finger inside her, sliding them deeper and faster, and he watched as her head fell back as ecstasy. He knew her excitement was building by the way she stroked him. He gritted his teeth trying to find the restraint he needed.
She spread her legs wider, taking more of his fingers. Their lips so close yet not touching, and with every breath she expelled, he took it in while he manipulated her clit. He wanted to see her come again. Her hips rose and fell in earnest.
“Oh, stop. I can’t stand it!” She pushed against his hand.
Beau stopped her. “Oh no, sweetheart, you’re going to come for me. I’ll have all of it, every last ounce of pleasure I can wring from your body.”
She reached the pinnacle of desire, and her body drew tight like a bow. She came with a scream, and Beau watched in delight as she orgasmed with his name on her lips. She lay with her eyes closed, pliant while he sucked at her breasts.
“My turn,” Natasha said breathlessly as she rolled over and crawled to him. “I want to taste you.”
She pushed him back and took his hard length in her hand. As she stroked him, Beau arched and tensed at her touch. She could ask him to climb a mountain or kill a bear, and he’d do it. Just to feel her and have her taste on his tongue.
A low moan escaped his lips at her ministrations. She licked the tip of his cock slowly then ran her tongue down the erect shaft. She gently nipped at the sensitive skin of his balls before soothing and liking them with her tongue. Natasha worked her way back up his cock and took inch by pleasurable inch into her mouth. She sucked his cock and swirled her tongue around the head. Beau grabbed her head and slid his cock in and out between her lips.
“You do that so good, baby,” he groaned.
His body tightened and tensed, each motion of her tongue causing him unbearable delight. He pulled away suddenly breathing harshly.
“If I didn’t stop you, I’d come in your mouth,” Beau said.
He pulled her to her knees and bent her over in front of him. He rubbed his cock up and down the wet slit, and Natasha moaned in excitement. He knew exactly what she felt because he wanted to sink himself inside her and blur the lines of reality. With one smooth thrust, he filled her and surged forward once, then twice, making her cry out his name.
“Ah, Tasha, you feel so damn good,” he muttered.
“Don’t tease me. Fuck me hard,” she begged.
He couldn’t have gone slow even if he tried. Beau pumped into her at a feverish pace, and he felt the flames of her desire lap at him. The noises their bodies made as he took her were primal. He reached around to cup her breasts and b
rought her off her hands to just being on her knees while he fucked her.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Natasha chanted the words over and over again.
She came hard. He felt it course through her body. He’d never felt like this before, didn’t know her body could reach such heights, her pussy so wet it ran down his cock.
“Baby, I can’t hold back,” he groaned. His balls tightened, and he gritted his teeth in pleasurable agony.
“Oh, Beau, fill me.” She reached between her legs to cup his balls and squeezed them.
That sensation was his undoing. “ Fuck, yes!” With a loud harsh cry, he grabbed her hips and pumped into her mercilessly. He threw his head back and opened his mouth to a silent yell as his come filled her with each thrust. He moved until nothing was left, and they both slumped to the carpet, sweaty, damp, and breathless.
“Did I break the stallion?” Natasha teased.
“Oh honey, I’m yours. Grab the rope and tie me up.” Beau chuckled.
“That’ll be next time,” she purred.
“Lord, woman, you may kill me, but I’ll go into that sweet night blissfully content.” He sighed.
“Oh no, Beau Everett, I plan to keep you around for a long time,” Natasha said softly. “I don’t even want to think about you not….”
He cut her off with a gentle kiss. “You won’t be losing me.”
“Good, remember that,” Natasha said firmly.
“I plan on it, so should I carry you upstairs to bed?” Beau asked.
“How about we grab that afghan and we cuddle by the fire for awhile?” she suggested.
“You have the most amazing ideas.” Beau pulled the afghan down and wrapped it around them.
“Stick with me, kid, and I’ll show you the stars,” she murmured and kissed his chest.
“You already have,” he said in a quiet voice.
A cuddle by the fire turned into them sleeping there the entire night. Beau rose at his usual time and looked down at the sleeping woman. Natasha curled up like a kitten and continued to sleep. His heart filled with love, and it almost overwhelmed him. Just a little longer, he thought and lay back beside her. Just a little longer to hold onto the woman he loved.