Her Christmas Cowboy

by Maggie Carpenter

  “Of course it does,” he replied pushing her hands away. “Stand up and take off your slacks.”

  “Seriously?”

  He responded with a rapid volley of sharp swats.

  “Does that answer your question?”

  “Oooh, yes, yes, okay, I’m getting up,” she exclaimed pushing herself off his lap.

  “Here I am, spankin’ you for not listenin’, and what do you do? Ask me if I’m serious,” he declared shaking his head.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, unzipping her pants and pulling them off.

  “Mmm, nice panties,” he murmured staring at the white lace underwear.

  “Uh, thank you, I’m glad you like them,” she said awkwardly, feeling her face blaze.

  “Back on over my knee.”

  “What? More? But I’m already stinging.”

  “I don’t believe my ears,” he said shaking his head. “When are you gonna learn to do as you’re told. Maybe you just want a real hard spankin’. Is that it? You want me to set your ass on fire?”

  “NO! No, I’m just, uh…”

  “Used to doin’ what you want? Are you a spoiled brat underneath that all that sweet sugar?”

  “Maybe a bit,” she muttered dropping her eyes.

  “You know that’s not gonna fly with me, right?”

  “Apparently.”

  “Oh, Lord, I can see you’re gonna be walkin’ around with a sore backside more often than not!”

  Reaching out and grabbing her wrist he yanked her back over his lap, tugged her panties down, and dispatched his palm across her already glowing cheeks.

  April was shocked. It had happened so fast she’d not had time to react, and suddenly he was smacking her naked bottom with hard hot slaps. She squirmed and wailed in protest, but his hold around her waist was too strong, and though she tried throw her hands behind her, she found all she could do was helplessly flail them about.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she howled. “I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll listen, I will, please, please, no more.”

  To her great relief the smacks stopped, and after a momentary pause to make sure he wasn’t going to start up again, breathless and worn out she let herself fall limp.

  “Oh, my, God,” she groaned. “You spanked me so hard.”

  “Not really,” he said calmly. “Just hard enough to make my point and get your attention.”

  “Ooh, it’s burning and all prickly,” she whimpered.

  “Uh-huh,” he murmured as he began to rub, “and you can count on it bein’ that way if you don’t mind me. You got anything to say?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like, a thank you for takin’ you in hand like you wanted.”

  “I’m not sure I wanted quite so much.”

  “Whoa! Is that complaint?”

  “No, no, sorry.”

  “When I spank you, darlin’, I’m gonna spank you like I think you need it, and from the sounds of it, you need more.”

  “NO! NO! I don’t, honest.”

  “You’ve got a real sassy mouth on you, and it’s cute. I like it, but don’t be pushin’ the envelope too much, or this is where you’re gonna end up. Understand?”

  “I do,” she said, then followed the simple agreement with a heavy, resigned sigh.

  “Now tell me honestly, are you happy about that?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You sure. That didn’t sound real convincin’.”

  “I am, honest,” she said looking over her shoulder. “It’s just hard to admit.”

  “That’s my girl,” he crooned, and helping her up he pulled her on to the bed and took her in his arms.

  “My gosh, Connor, that was shocking,” she muttered as she curled into him.

  “You were actin’ like you’ve been spanked before. Did I read that wrong?”

  “No, no, you didn’t, but it was just once, and it wasn’t like that.”

  “What was it like?”

  “I was bent over a table, and he smacked me, then made love, then spanked me again. It was amazing, but ever since I’ve wondered what it would be like to, uh…”

  “Be spanked like I just spanked you?”

  “Yes,” she confessed.

  He’d been continuing to rub away her sting, and lowering his hand he slipped his fingers into her sex. She was saturated, and his cock, already having surged to life, suddenly felt as though it was about to burst inside his jeans.

  “I think it’s time to lose this sweater,” he purred, and gently pushing her back he deftly pulled it up and over her head.

  Her white lace bra covered full fleshy mounds, and deciding to leave it in place for the moment, climbing off the bed he hastily undressed.

  Slightly dazed, bottom carrying a deliciously scintillating fire, April gazed at him as he ripped off his clothes. His six pack abdomen and heavily muscled arms suggested hours in a gym, but she knew it was from years of lifting heavy boxes in his bar and renovating his home. She couldn’t wait to be engulfed by him, to have his rigid cock slide inside her hungry pussy and feel his powerful body crushing hers. He smiled down at her, a crooked, wicked smile, and as he moved back on to the bed she opened her arms.

  “Hey, darlin’,” he murmured accepting her hug. “Do you need some lovin’?

  “So much,” she whispered. “More than I ever have.”

  His lips found her neck, and as he kissed his way to her shoulders, her sighs and utterances of pleasure feeding his fever, he slipped his hand inside her bra, finding her breasts as enticing as they appeared.

  “Damn, girl,” he growled, “I wanna search out every inch of you and tongue you for hours.”

  His words sent a fresh sizzle through her sex, and she moaned loudly as he traveled his mouth down to her chest, but he paused, lifting his head to gaze fondly at the sight before him.

  “You’ve got a gorgeous set of sisters there,” he muttered, and suddenly sitting up he grabbed the center of her bra with both hands and jerked.

  She let out a startled gasp as her lacy underwear broke apart, then arched her back, thrusting upwards, begging for his mouth. Pushing the torn garment aside he lowered his lips and devoured her nipples, diving from one to the other, hungrily sucking each in turn.

  “Fuck me,” she groaned. “Oh, please, I want you so badly.”

  He didn’t need a second invitation, and laying on top of her, he pushed her legs apart with his own, then stretched across to his nightstand and opened the drawer.

  “I sure as hell hope I have somethin’, in here,” he grunted.

  Slightly panicked, joining his prayer she turned her head, and let out a relieved sigh when she saw him retrieve the condom.

  “Thank God,” she murmured. “You would have had a crazy woman on your hands.”

  “No,” he smiled as he kneeled up and ripped open the packet. “I would’ve taken care of things.”

  “I suspect you always find a way take care of things,” she said softly.

  “Yep. I guess I’m a take-care-of-things sorta guy,” he replied as he slid the sheath in place, “and now I’m gonna take care of you.”

  He stayed kneeling, and clutching her hips he pulled her pelvis into his, then placed himself at the entrance of her soaked, hungry channel and slowly pushed forward. Her grateful moan sent his eyes across her body, as he began to thrust he noticed her fingers were gripping the bedspread.

  “You okay, darlin’?”

  “Ooh, I’ve never been more okay in my whole life,” she bleated. “It’s heavenly, so heavenly.”

  Accelerating his strokes he continued to study her. She was panting, almost as if she was nearing an orgasm, and her eyes were squeezed shut. He pumped harder, and she cried out begging for more, but he denied her, slowing down as he felt his own climax suddenly lurking. He knew they shared a hot, intense chemistry, but this strong? So strong as to bring them to their mutual moments so quickly?

  April was stunned by the intense sensations overwhelming her. Sex had neve
r felt like this. Connor was consuming her. Every touch sent sparks through her skin, his lips on her breasts and nipples made her want to cry with the sheer, amazing, throbbing pleasure, and his cock seemed to have taken over her body.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”

  Her needy plea gripped him, and plunging forward he fucked her with abandon, his hands tight around her hips. His eyes were still locked on her body as he gazed lustily at her bouncing tits, her open mouth as it hailed his name between her loud moans, and her knuckles white from their grip on his bedcovers. When she raised her chest, then abruptly drew in a breath and held it, he knew it was time.

  “Come on, darlin’,” he growled. “Give it to me.”

  With a high-pitched squeal she surrendered to her climax, and as she shuddered and wailed, his cock burst, sending sweeping convulsions through his being. He could hear her ongoing cries through his guttural groans, and when she let out a doleful yowl and fell limp, the last of his spasms waned to an end and his flaccid cock slipped from her depths. Falling beside her, his heart pounding, he moved his arms around her and held her softly.

  Both were breathless and neither could speak, but words were unnecessary. Some mystical thing had them in its spell. They both knew they were its captive, and surrendering to its magic they drifted in the post-orgasmic bliss that it offered.

  “May I ask you something?” she finally whispered, coming out of her serene state.

  Stirring from his doze he opened his eyes.

  “Sure, anything,” he mumbled.

  “Your first thought, right now.”

  He stared up at the ceiling, then slowly shifting on to his side he stared down at her.

  “A song.”

  “Really? May I ask which song?”

  “Sure, darlin’. We Danced. The one by Brad Paisley.”

  “Ooh, Connor, I love that song.”

  He saw the threat of happy tears, and he pulled her into his arms.

  “So many nights it’d be late and I’d be sweepin’, and I’d put the dang thing on my CD and torture myself.”

  “That is so weird,” she murmured. “Whenever I heard it on the radio I’d think about you. I mean, you were always in the back of my mind, but when I’d listen to that song I could see you sweeping, and then I’d imagine the two of us dancing to it.”

  “Seems to me,” he said, lowering his head and softly kissing her, “we’ve found something mighty special.”

  “We have, and on Christmas day! It’s a like a gigantic Christmas present. That what you are. You’re my Christmas Cowboy.”

  “And you’re my Christmas Angel,” he said hugging her tightly.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  They crawled under the covers, and cuddling closely they slept, catching up on the much-needed rest after the very late night they’d had. It was Connor who woke first, and glancing at the clock he saw it was almost one-o’clock. Yawning, he thought about the happy Christmas he’d soon be celebrating with his closest friends. He’d made them a rum-laced yellow cake, and the gifts were in boxes waiting to be loaded into the car. Gazing down at his new found love he let out a sigh of wonder. The fact that they had found each other over Christmas validated his belief that they were meant to be, that their union was blessed, and while he hated that she had suffered at the hands of the bizarre Churchill family, it was her escape from their clutches that had brought them together.

  “Strange,” he muttered. “So strange.”

  Slipping softly from the bed he padded across the room and looked out his window towards the neighbor’s sprawling acreage behind his fence line. It was badly overgrown, but being such a mess it helped the price. He had already envisioned where the riding rings would be, both the covered arena and the outdoor ring, and where he would add a second, smaller barn.

  His tavern now carried serious value and he owned it outright, and as much as he was loathe to give it up, the money from the sale would finance the purchase of the land and many of the improvements. It was a matter of finding the right buyer at the right time. His neighbor, Bill Carter, had told him he would probably put the land on the market at the beginning of the year. That was just around the corner. Connor knew land didn’t sell fast, especially in the middle of winter, but selling the tavern would take a while as well. He didn’t want a bridge loan, and he didn’t want the weight of carrying two properties, so his dream was dependent on perfect timing.

  “You brought April into my life,” he murmured lifting his eyes to the sky, “and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Can you now please show me the way forward to my horse ranch?”

  “Who are you talking to?”

  Turning around he saw April was awake and propped up on an elbow.

  “The Christmas fairy,” he grinned walking towards her.

  “You believe in the Christmas fairy?” she giggled as he slipped back into bed.

  “Hey, she brought you into my life, didn’t she?”

  “Maybe it was the Good Lord,” she said raising her eyebrows.

  “Maybe it was, but I just asked for help with my future plans.”

  “You mean getting the land and building your ranch?”

  “Yep, and speakin’ of ranches, we’ve got a few minutes before we have to get out of this bed. Tell me about your ridin’, and April, what do you do? I mean, do you have a career? What’s your story, darlin’?”

  “Um, well, my riding and my career go hand-in-hand. I’m a horse appraiser.”

  “You’re a what?”

  “A horse appraiser.”

  “No kiddin’. When you said you went to the Churchill Chateau to look at a horse, I thought you meant to buy one.”

  “I didn’t tell you?”

  “No. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a horse appraiser. How did you get into it?”

  “Simple really. When I left college I wanted to work with horses, but I wasn’t good enough to be a trainer or professional rider, then one day an appraiser came to my barn to check out a horse. It was fascinating, and I knew right away it was for me.”

  “You do know I wanna have a horse ranch cos I wanna breed and train and sell, right? And I also wanna do rescue work?”

  “Uh, no, I didn’t. I wasn’t sure what it was you were thinking. Yikes. I just got a chill. Look, goosebumps,” she squeaked stretching out her arm.

  “This is all kinds of weird,” he mumbled as he stared at her bumpy skin. “What kinda horseflesh do you appraise? Is it based on the sport, like barrel racers, or jumpers? How does that work?”

  “Some appraisers specialize, and I admit I’ve focused on the western side of things, but I can appraise any horse.”

  “But, how do you appraise a horse?” he asked, completely baffled by the concept.

  “It’s a bit complicated to explain, but basically I take into account bloodlines, conformation, soundness, temperament, the horse’s success if it’s a show horse, things like that. It’s a bit like real estate. What are similar horses selling for, replacement value, all kinds of things. It takes research, and my services don’t come cheap, but it’s worth it if a buyer is spending a lot of money.”

  “I am seriously impressed,” he declared. “Did you do any actual work for the Churchill’s once you arrived?”

  “I finished the appraisal for the horse I saw on my first trip, and when I came back I worked every day. They have some really nice horses, and I have to say, they’re extremely well cared for.”

  “Do they owe you any money?”

  “Uh-huh, but no way am I going after it. If I ever see them again it will be too soon.”

  “I’m sure you won’t,” he said reassuringly. “Like I said, they never come into this town, which is good, because I hope you’ll be spendin’ a lot of time here.”

  “I hope so too,” she said moving her arms around his neck. “I’m so happy.”

  “We should probably make a move. I need to shower and change, but you don’t have any other clo
thes.”

  “No, and with all the shops closed it looks like I won’t until tomorrow.”

  “Or maybe the day after,” he grimaced. “This is a sleepy town. Of course, I wouldn’t have any objection if you want to run around here naked.”

  “You wouldn’t?” she said looking at him with wide eyes. “Surprise, surprise!”

  “Sassy!”

  “That would be me,” she laughed. “Ah, well, I’ll survive, but could I borrow a t-shirt when we get back? I’d like to wash out my sweater.”

  “No problem. You looked great in my pajama top, and I’m sure you’ll look just as good in one of my real thin cotton T-shirts, especially since you won’t have a stitch on underneath it.”

  “You are incorrigible,” she exclaimed, “but I don’t fancy being at your friend’s house on high-beam, if you get my drift.”

  “You mean with your perky nipples stickin’ out?” he chuckled.

  “Well, duh!” she said, rolling her eyes. “Would you happen to have a needle and thread in this house?”

  “Yeah, but I hate to let you use it.”

  “Like I said, you’re incorrigible.”

  “I can’t help it. You are irresistible,” he winked, and rolling on top of her he began devouring her neck, then with with a grunt he pulled back and shook his head. “Damn, I need to get out of this bed. Before I do though, I wanna check on the bar.”

  “I don’t understand?”

  “I have cameras set up,” he said as he shifted off her and grabbed his TV remote, “both outside and inside as well. It keeps the employees honest.”

  “I didn’t see any signs.”

  “I don’t need any signs,” he replied turning on the set. “I had them up for a while but I thought they were kinda obnoxious.“

  “I can understand that,” she nodded. “People go to a bar to relax. They don’t need to be reminded that they’re on film the whole time they’re there.”

  “You got that right,” he said flipping through the channels. “There it is.”

  “Oh, wow,” she exclaimed. “That’s so cool. Hey, am I on film?”

  “You are, and I confess I looked at that footage all the time. I kept willin’ you to come back in.”

  “Awww, Connor, that’s so sweet.”