by Kristen Echo
He reached down and raised me to my feet. He growled my name before capturing my mouth. The kiss was ruthless. Equal parts fierce and loving. I stroked his length as Trevor kissed me senseless. I wanted him inside me.
“Be my first. My only,” I mumbled my desires against his lips.
Before I could catch my breath, my shirt was off, and my jeans pooled around the top of my boots. His fingers plunged into my panties and slipped along my wet folds. I kicked off my boots as he pushed two fingers into me.
“Trevor!” I removed my jeans and panties, granting him better access. I was so wet his fingers slid easily. “You feel so good,” I panted.
“All mine,” he declared. With our lips sealed together, he rubbed me until my legs quivered and rainbows appeared behind my closed eyelids. The orgasm hit me hard and fast. I released his hard cock and clutched his arms for support.
Trevor pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. A satisfied grin tugged on the edges of his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed our naked bodies together. Our tongues intertwined as he guided me backwards into his bedroom. Sunshine spilled in from the open curtains against his big bed. He pushed me gently on the blue and green checkered duvet. Leaning on his forearms, his body covered mine. He stared into my eyes as he settled between my spread legs. His erection pressed against my pussy.
Glancing at the connection, I smiled. This would hurt. A lot. But I didn’t care. I tugged on his hair and nodded for him to continue. “I’m ready.”
“Rose, are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to be your first and your only.”
“Yes,” I repeated and kissed him. Our tongues tangled as he coated the tip of his cock with my arousal. The look of rapture on his face would forever be engrained in my heart. As he reached for a condom, I stopped him. “Nothing between us. Please.”
I wanted his seed splashed against my womb. He stilled. I worried I’d said the wrong thing, but the smile that followed was pure sin. When he pushed inside, his thick inches stretched me, stealing my breath. As I struggled for air, he plucked at my nipple with his fingers. He swallowed my scream with another powerful kiss and surged forward, taking my virginity.
It didn’t take long before the discomfort turned to pleasure. Euphoric sensations exploded across my body as we made love. His movements were slow and controlled. Each thrust brought a new wave of delight.
“You are so damn perfect,” he grunted. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Me either,” I cooed as our slick skin slapped together.
His damp hair fell across his forehead but didn’t cover his eyes. The passion in his gaze made me feel like I was the luckiest woman alive. As he picked up the pace, his thumb rubbed my clit. I screamed his name. His lips, his hands, and his cock brought me to the edge of happiness. I had no idea sex was this powerful. Trevor gave me every part of himself. I tried to give him just as much in return.
“Come for me Rose.” He swiveled his hips, drawing a loud moan from us both. “Just like that. Squeeze my cock and take me with you. Milk every drop I have.”
“Yes!” Desire coursed through my veins as the biggest, most explosive sensation blasted from deep within. My body tingled from head to toe as I came undone. “I love you.”
A few thrusts later, Trevor stilled. His handsome face contorted as he came. If I wasn’t already mid orgasm, the way he looked in that moment would have pushed me over. The heat from his release filled me. He didn’t say a word as he pumped his hips, drawing every ounce of pleasure from the moment.
He collapsed next to me, breathing hard. After I caught my breath, I rolled over and pushed his hair away from his face. His handsome face softened as he smiled. His hand gently stroked my hip and pulled me closer.
I opened my mouth to speak, but he silenced me with a kiss. This was the first time we didn’t talk about the ranch. We didn’t talk about work or our likes and dislikes. Instead, we kissed. We made love again.
When the night ended, I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t. Not yet. He seemed reluctant to let me go, but since we didn’t have my parents’ blessing, he dropped me off at the end of my driveway. Our final kiss of the night wasn’t a kiss goodbye, but a promise for more.
Chapter 7
Trevor
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I couldn’t get enough of those glorious curves and the way her eyes sparkled when she came in my arms. Rose was perfect for me. Falling for the girl next door was probably the best decision I’d ever made. Except, it had the potential to ruin my friendship with my neighbors and best friends.
If I was a better man, I never would have made love to her while keeping our relationship a secret. The moment I learned the truth, I should have marched right over and told them I’d mistakenly assumed they had matched me with their daughter. Instead, I’d been a coward and made love to Rose over a dozen times in the past few days. I was addicted to having her near. Addicted to the way she looked at my body with nothing but admiration. She made every insecurity I had vanish.
Her kisses healed me in ways I hadn’t expected. I had let the accident define me. Rose gave me hope. She opened my heart again, and I had a bright future ahead with her by my side. With it being Christmas Eve, I had a big present for my girl, but I needed to talk with her parents first.
Roger answered my call on the third ring. “Hey Trevor, it’s good to hear from you. What do you need?”
For weeks, I’d been avoiding my friends. At first, I had been conflicted about them setting me up with their daughter. Now, I was even more troubled. “I need to talk with you and Callie. I’d appreciate if you could both come over,” I replied.
“It’s Christmas Eve. We’ve got family coming by within the hour. Why don’t you come by and join us for dinner? Callie always makes more than enough.”
“I’ll be right over.” I hung up, grabbed my truck keys, and drove next door.
My feelings for Rose struck fast and strong. I’d thought I was incapable to love, but she’d proved me wrong. Her zest for life re-energized my soul. She made me want to be a man worthy of her love. Loving her in secret was definitely not the way to prove my worth.
The skies were clear as the sun dipped behind the mountains. I hoped I wouldn’t be ruining their Christmas, but I had to tell them the truth. They deserved to know I loved Rose. She deserved to know how much. The gravel road crunched under the tires as I parked in front of their home.
As I knocked on the door, my pulse raced faster. I had the same excitement and nervousness I used to get before mounting an unruly bronc. Rose opened the door, looking ravishing in a red dress. Her eyebrows lifted and her pouty lips parted in surprise.
I glanced around and there was no one near. I stole a quick kiss. “Hi.”
With flushed cheeks, she pulled me in and closed the door behind us. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to see your folks. It’s time for a heart to heart.”
“Okay. They are in the kitchen.”
She turned and lead the way. I watched her wide hips sway and appreciated the view. She wasn’t supposed to be mine, but I had no intention of letting her go. Rose might be young, but she was bright, beautiful, and full of energy and ideas. Her passion for the land matched mine. I couldn’t have picked a better, more suited partner for me if I had wished for her.
As we entered the brightly lit room, I spotted my friends seated at the table peeling potatoes. “Roger and Callie, don’t get up.” I hovered by the door with Rose by my side. “Thanks for inviting me over. I know with it being Christmas Eve, you’ve got lots to do. I won’t take up too much of your time.”
“You are always welcome here,” Callie smiled. Her eyes darted between her daughter and I. “Have you given Linda a call yet?”
“Speaking of your matchmaker skills, I am—”
“I told you,” Callie squealed and slapped her husband’s shoulder. “I told you, he’d come around and give Linda a chance.”
I
exhaled a long breath. She thought I belonged with her friend. I hoped she’d be that enthusiastic when I told her I wanted her daughter instead. I glanced next to me. My girl seemed nervous, twisting her fingers, and staring at the floor. I moved closer to her until our arms were touching.
“Is that what you wanted to discuss?” Roger placed his paring knife on the table.
“No. I don’t want to talk about Linda. I am in love with someone else,” I admitted.
Roger leaned back in his chair. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes assessed me. He studied my body and the way I leaned against Rose. The contact wasn’t sexual, but our proximity gave us away. His face turned crimson when Rose reached for my hand. I threaded our fingers, drawing strength from her warmth.
“I’m in love with your daughter,” I declared.
“What?” Roger’s eyes locked with mine. “That’s not possible.”
“I’m in love with Rose,” I repeated. “We didn’t mean to sneak around, but—”
“Let go of her hand,” my best friend barked. His nostrils flared and a vein in his neck bulged. “Right now!”
I gripped her hand harder. He couldn’t intimidate me. As much as I wanted our friendship to survive, I wanted Rose more. “Afraid I can’t do that.”
Callie leaned her elbows on the table and stared at us. “How did this happen?”
“Well, it’s been a few weeks and—”
“What are your intentions? Rose isn’t some buckle bunny for you to play with,” she talked over me. “She’s our daughter, Trevor.”
“We don’t have to explain our relationship,” Rose said. She held her head high. Watching her stubborn chin lift, I swear I fell even deeper in love. This woman was strong, determined, and fearless. “We aren’t doing anything wrong, but we thought you two should know we are dating.”
I’d only managed to sneak in one real date. Dinner and a movie in a neighboring town. I’d promised to take her out more after the holidays, but she’d assured me with a hungry and sensual kiss that she loved our dates at home. Long rides across the land and home-cooked meals suited me fine too.
Roger and Callie stood together. His hands balled into fists as he approached me. Telling her parents wasn’t going as smoothly as I had hoped. I waited for a blow that didn’t come. He had every right to punch me. I’d deflowered his daughter. I’d been the worst kind of friend. His hands remained by his sides and not around my neck. As long as my heart continued beating, it belonged to Rose. I had to explain that to my friends.
Callie placed her hands on her Rose’s shoulders. “Do you love him?”
Rose nodded. “I do,” she replied.
“I wish you had confided in me. We used to talk about everything, but you’re keeping secrets. I hate that.”
“Mamma, I wanted to figure this out on my own. Please don’t be mad.”
“My little girl is all grown up. I’m happy for you. Both of you,” she added. “You are a good man, Trevor. I expect you to treat my little girl right.”
Roger groaned and closed his eyes. The color had drained from his cheeks, but it was clear he wasn’t happy. Nothing I could say would make it right with him, but like it or not, he should know my intentions.
“With your permission, I want to marry Rose. I want to build a life with her here. I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy.”
Rose turned towards me. Her blue eyes glazed with moisture. “Trevor, you don’t have to do this for their benefit.”
“It’s not for them. It’s for us. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Call me old fashioned, but I want my ring on your finger,” I said. “I want my child growing in your belly. I want you—”
A fist connected with my jaw. The force of the blow pushed me against the wall. Rose and Callie shrieked while Roger shook his hand and grumbled. The Christmas music in the background seemed overly cheery given my best friend had punched me.
I rubbed my chin and nodded, waiting for another hit. “I’m sorry.”
He walked to the fridge and pulled out a few beers. Using the edge of the counter, he opened the first beer and then handed it to his wife. He repeated the process and handed the next one to me, then Rose, and finally he downed a few sips of his own beer.
“I knew this day would come,” he said. “You two have been making doe eyes at each other for too long for it to go unnoticed. I had hoped you would have talked to me before you acted.”
“I should have, but…” I cracked my jaw to set it straight before continuing. “Until a few weeks ago, I didn’t think I’d ever find love. I didn’t think I was worthy. That damn accident broke more than my bones and career. It broke my spirit.”
“Well, here we are.” He sank into a chair and returned to peeling potatoes. “Grab a knife and help me tackle this pile. I think Rose and Callie are in need of some mother daughter time.”
“Okay.” I leaned down and kissed Rose. The kiss was brief, but I felt its power as it rolled through me. I winked at her as I sat across from Roger and grabbed the knife Callie had been using. “Are you going to punch me again?”
“Only if you break her heart,” he answered as his grip on the knife turned his knuckles white. “Then I’ll do far more than punch you. Do we understand each other?”
Rose kissed her daddy’s cheek. “He won’t hurt me. Play nice.”
“We understand each other,” I confirmed. Once the women left us alone, I cleared my throat. “Does this mean I have your permission to marry Rose?”
“You better before you make me a granddaddy.”
I laughed. I had no plans to wait long. The ring was already under my Christmas tree at home. A few weeks ago, there wasn’t a hint of Christmas decorations through my doors. Now because of Rose, I had a tree, stockings hung by the fireplace, and the spirit of the season coursing through my veins.
“I promise to do it very soon.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “This isn’t easy. I don’t like the idea of her with any man.”
“Me either,” I replied. “I’ll protect her, take care of her and love her like no one else can. Plus, we’re not far.”
He grunted, providing his blessing without words. We finished the stack of potatoes and put them on the stove just before the rest of their extended family came over to celebrate the holidays.
I stayed for dinner and sat next to the woman I loved. She held my hand, and it felt great to share our joy with the world. Her sisters teased her and revealed my sweet little Rose had been crushing on me for years. Without knowing it, she’d always been mine. I loved that I was the only man that caught her eye and filled her heart. She filled mine too. So full, I never dreamed of being this happy.
After the plates were cleared, and several games of cards played, I pulled her away from the crowd. The foyer wasn’t far from the others, but at least we were finally alone. A patch of mistletoe hung over us. I kissed her hard. Her hands dove into my hair, drawing me closer. I nibbled on her earlobe, making her moan. My cock instantly responded.
“Go pack a bag,” I demanded, pulling away. “You are coming home with me.”
Her breasts pressed against me as she licked my neck. With her hands on my hips, she pulled our lower bodies together. “I hoped you’d ask me to stay over.” She pointed by the door. A duffle bag sat next to her boots. “I’d like to wake up Christmas morning with you.”
“I plan to wake up every morning with you.”
“Sounds perfect. Oh… I got you a present that you really should unwrap tonight.” She pulled her red dress away from her chest, showing a hint of white and red ribbon covering her big breasts. Like a candy cane delight.
We said goodbye to her family and wished them all a Merry Christmas. The drive home took mere seconds. I was excited for my present. Without a doubt, this would be my favorite Christmas of all time.
As soon as the door closed, I claimed her lips while removing her jacket.
She tore her mouth away and kicked off her boots. “I’ll make a fire,” she panted. “You should shed some layers and grab us a blanket.”
With nothing but the multicolored twinkling lights from the tree in the corner, she found the kindling and started a fire. I made quick work of my clothes, leaving them in a pile by the couch. By the time she added the last log, I had a lit a few candles and placed a blanket and pillows between the fireplace and Christmas tree. I stood naked next to her, breathed her in, and smiled as her eyes filled with lust.
After my accident and several surgeries, I had stopped liking my body. It was no longer young and tough. The raised and distorted skin became a permanent reminder of how even the strongest men can fall. But when Rose looked at me and my imperfections, I saw only love. My scars didn’t make me weak. Through her love and adoration, I had accepted them. I wouldn’t hide these wounds or any part of myself from this woman.
She took my hand. “Are you ready for your present? I didn’t know what to get a billionaire cowboy who already has everything.”
I nodded, slipping the straps off her shoulders. The dress pooled by her feet. Layers of ribbon covered her torso. A bright red bow was positioned over her heart. I kissed around the bow before pulling the string. She had given me her heart. The most precious gift.
“Thank you. I will cherish it always,” I promised before I kissed her.
This kiss was slow and sensual. My fingers plucked her pert nipples, and she purred as I walked her backwards towards the blanket. We no longer had to rush. We could take our time. This time after we made love, I didn’t have to let her go. The possessive beast inside me roared. We moved to the pile of pillows with our mouths united. I lavished her curves with kisses, worked my way down her supple body, and spread her thick thighs apart. I licked her center until her cream coated my lips and beard.
“Your present keeps getting better and better,” I said and licked her juices from my lips.
She sat upright and pushed me onto my back. “This is definitely a Christmas to remember.”