Cowboy Christmas (A Henley Christmas Novella) (Down Under Cowboy series) (2 page)

“Reckons he wants to have a meeting with us after Christmas.  Ava thought it might be him wanting to discuss joining the stations.  She said he’s been hinting at him and Elizabeth travelling around Oz more and more lately.”

“Hmm,” I scratch the stubble on my jaw.  “S’pose we’ll just have to have a yarn with him and see where he’s at.  I mean, it’s a great opportunity for us, but it also involves a lot of extra work.  We’d need to employ more blokes for one.
  It would make Ava happy though – she knows her parents have dreamt of this for years.”

“Tell me about it,” he mutters.

“Righto, well, let’s eat so you guys can go home.  I got a hot wife in there who’s pregnant and permanently horny.”

“
Yeah, well I got a hot wife in there who’s ovulating and horny,” Jeremy laughs.

“Too much info, man.”  I punch him in the shoulder
nudge him with my shoulder and take the meat off the Barbie and put it onto some trays.

Walking up to Edie with the meat, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You ready for my meat, darlin’.”

She giggles, before swatting me away. 

“Come on kids, tea’s ready.”  No sooner have the words left my mouth, than Olive and Oscar come tearing into the kitchen.

We sit down at the table and enjoy a feast of steaks, sausages, potato salad, coleslaw, devilled eggs and tossed salad.

Later, after dinner, we take the kids outside.  I carry my little girl, who’s rubbing her eyes in tiredness.  Sitting her down on the grass, I walk over to the power board.  “Ready?” I call.

“Yep.  Turn them on, Daddy,” Edie shouts back.

I flick the switch and the kids start screaming.  Oscar is running around, shouting “Yippee,” so Olive does the same.  Edie bursts into laughter and Ava follows suit.  I stand there, looking at
our handiwork.  It looks good.  Now I understand why my wife wanted lights up.  Olive is fascinated.

“Ho ho ho, Daddy,” she giggles.

“Ho ho ho, baby,” I coo to her.

“Good job, babe.  They look amazing.”  Edie goes up on the balls of her feet and kisses my cheek.

“Thanks, darlin’.”

~*~

After what seems like eternity, Ava, Jeremy and Oscar say their goodbyes.  I call out a quick, “Seeya,” before going in to put Olive down for the night.

After giving her a bottle and turning her little musical thing on, I softly close the door and walk down to the bathroom.  I lay out some candles and turn on the taps to the bath.  As the water fills, I pour in some bubble bath and turn on the jets.

“Hey, I was wondering where you got to,” Edie comes in and wraps her arms around my waist.

“Thought you’d like a bath.  Noticed before at dinner that your ankles were swelling up a bit.”

“Thanks, babe.  I hope it’s cool.”

“Yeah, darlin’, I knew you wouldn’t want a hot bath.”

I peel of her clothes and toss them over in the direction of the clothes basket, then I take a moment to admire her nakedness.  Her rounded belly is sitting higher with this pregnancy, which makes my mum think the baby is a boy. Her back bows in at the bottom to accommodate the weight of her stomach, making her ass look even fuller.  Her tits are heavy and enlarged and her nipples just beg to be sucked.  And her face, man, her face is
glowing
.

“Baby’s kicking, you want to feel?”

“You know I do,” I say, playing my hand over her stomach just to the left of her belly button.  No sooner does my hand make contact with Edie’s skin, when my baby gives an almighty boot.  I gently press in with my fingers and rub. 

“It feels like I’m touching his heel.  Here,” I grab Edie’s hand and push in, rubbing her fingers back and forth over the rounded hardness of what appears to be our baby’s heel.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, it stuck its foot out the other day and I could clearly make out the shape of it.  It was amazing.  Olive didn’t do that, she was always so placid inside me.  This baby, however, it’s a little boisterous.”

“Like its daddy,” I remark.

I hold out my hand and help Edie into the bath.  She sinks into the cool water and sighs.  “I hate being this pregnant in summer.”

“Next time we’ll plan it a bit more carefully,” I tell her.  Then, I add on a grin, “But, I can’t help it if my sperm are super swimmers.”

She shakes her head at me, then closes her eyes and relaxes.  I sit on the edge of the tub and grab one of her feet, gently massaging the arch of her foot and working my way up to put pressure below her toes.  She moans in appreciation and I feel my dick twitch.

I repeat the process with her other foot and then move behind her to wash her back.

“I can’t believe our second baby will be here in less than twelve weeks,” I marvel.

“I know!  The pregnancy seems to have gone much faster this time around, maybe it’s because I’m so busy with our little ratbag,
” Edie laughs.

I walk over and grab her a towel, then help her to stand.  I wrap the towel around her and pull her into my arms.

“Love you, Ace.”  I kiss her nose and she says the words back to me.  Taking her hand, I lead her into our bedroom.  I take the towel from around her and dry her top half, then I push her shoulders down so she sits on the bed.  Kneeling before her, I dry her legs and feet, then I push her gently backwards so she’s lying on her back.

Gripping her knees, I spread her legs wide open so I can see the prize.  Bare, swollen and glistening with arousal, her pussy lays before me.

My dick hardens in my jeans.

I haven’t even touched her and she’s ready for me.

I look up her body until my eyes reach hers.  She smiles at me and I lick my lips.  Placing one hand just above her pussy, I press upwards, so her clitoris pops out.  I kiss it, making her squirm.  I love teasing her, it turns me on something fierce.  I kiss it again, adding a gentle flick of my tongue.  Her hips come upwards as she tries to thrust herself into my mouth.  I run my nose up her centre, taking in her intoxicating scent.  Then, I suck her clit into my mouth and slide two fingers inside of her.  I lick and suck her pussy until my tongue begins to cramp.  But, I ignore it.  I want the satisfaction that comes with having her come in my mouth.

I feel her begin to pulse around my fingers, so I increase the rhythm with my tongue and my fingers.  Her hands clutch my hair, near my ears, and she holds me firmly in place.

“Oh, god.  Jackson,” she moans.

“Give it to me, darlin’.  Want you comin’ in my mouth,” I growl in between furious licks.

“Yes,” she cries out as she shudders and pulses, filling my mouth with her tasty juice.  I lap it all up like a starving man, then I slide up her body, being careful not to put pressure on her stomach.  I kiss her mouth and she sighs as she tastes herself on my lips. 

Rolling her onto her side, I position one of her outstretched legs between my own, and I guide the other over my shoulder.

“Hang on,” Edie says.  She grabs a pillow and lays it along her body under her stomach for support.

“Right, darlin’?”  I ask.

She nods.

I guide the head of my cock into her slippery pussy, until I’m fully sheathed. 
I want to watch her face, to see the effect I have on her, but my eyes stay glued to our connection.  My blood heats as my cock slides in and out of her, coated in her creamy arousal.  I pump in harder and harder.  My hand reaches up to tweak her nipple, while my other hand rubs circles over her clit.

Faster and faster, my cock drives into her.  It feels so fucking good.

My balls tighten up and just as I’m about to pull back so I don’t lose my load early, she clamps around me and shudders, crying my name.  I slam into her and still, my cock throbs as I fill her with come.

After we’ve both finished coming down from our high, I slide out of her and grab a washer from the bathroom.  I wipe her clean and the slide in behind her.  Wrapping her in my arms, I smile when I feel our baby kick my forearm.

I chuckle.  “Think we woke someone up.”

“The baby like
s it when mummy has an orgasm.”  I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Well, it ought to – mummy has enough of them
.”  I pinch her on the ass and she squirms, giggling.

“Love you,” she says, snuggling against me.

“Love you too, Ace.”  I kiss her shoulder and relax into sleep.

EDIE

I fold the last of the brand new, freshly washed baby clothes, and tuck them into a drawer.  Looking around the room, I smile at my handiwork.  Blue coats the walls – light up on the top, with dark down the bottom.  Separating the shades of blue is an under-the-sea themed strip of wallpaper.  I painted a huge sun in one corner, and some clouds and a flock of birds are spaced out around the room on the pale blue.  Down below, I’ve painted octopuses, fish, seaweed and coral.  It looks amazing.

A large blue rug lines the floor leading to the dark wood cot.  His bedding is blue and sea themed to match the rest of the room.  A dark wood dresser sits off to the side, and on top of it sits a blue lamp with
a fish decorated lampshade.

Jackson didn’t want to know the sex of our baby, but this time, I couldn’t help myself – I just had to know!  I take another look around, smiling in satisfaction and then I walk out and lock the door behind me. 

Through the monitor, I hear Olive stirring from her day nap, so I walk into her bedroom and lift her from her cot.

“Hello, pumpkin.”  I kiss her chubby cheeks and hold her close to me.  “Did you have a good sleep?”

“Drink,” she says, holding her bottle out to me.

“Okay, come on then, let’s get you a drink.”

I put her down and she toddles behind me.  After pouring her a drink of water, I set about making us some lunch.  Jackson is out on a muster and I’m not expecting him back until tomorrow morning.  It’s the last big muster he’ll have to go on before the baby comes, which I’m thankful for.  Olive’s labour and birth happened so quickly, we didn’t even have time to make it to the hospital – she was born on the floor of our ensuite bathroom!  It did cross my mind to stay in Darwin at a motel from the week before my due date, until the baby is born.  But, I decided against it.  My doctor is confident that as long as I go to the hospital at the first sign of labour, I should be fine.

“Daddy,” Olive calls, looking around for her father.

“Daddy’s at work, pumpkin.  Why don’t you eat your sandwich and then we might go into town and see Santa.  You can get your photo taken.”  I tickle her and talk in an excited voice.  She giggles and trots off to eat her lunch.

Picking up my phone, I dial Ava.

“Hey,” she answers after a couple of rings.

“Hi, Olive and I were wondering if you and Oscar want to come into Darwin today and visit Santa.”

“Yeah, that sounds great.  What time?”

“Pick you up in an hour?”

“Seeya then.”

I press end and walk into the lounge room to check on Olive.  She’s sitting in front of the television, munching on her sandwich.
  I leave her be, and set about organizing some clothes for us to wear.

Searching through Olive’s wardrobe, I pick a pretty peach coloured dress from the hangers.
  I love this dress!  I lay it on the change table and grab a nappy from the drawer.

“Olive,” I call.  She comes toddling up the hall and into her room.  Picking her up. I lay her back on the table and change her
clothes.  Sitting her up, I slide her white sandals with peach coloured flower decoration onto her feet.

“Pretty,” she says, stroking her dress.

“Yes, darling.  Very pretty.”  I put a headband over her hair and adjust it so it’s sitting properly.  “Beautiful,” I say, kissing her nose.

I quickly get changed myself.  I cho
ose a pair of white, three-quarter capris, and an aquamarine coloured kaftan style top.  I slide my watch on my wrist and sunnies on my head, and I’m ready to go. 

“Come on, pumpkin.  Let’s go see Santa.”

Ten minutes later we pull into Ava and Jeremy’s drive.  She and Oscar are waiting on the verandah, and they walk out to meet us.

“Santa! We’re going to see Santa. S-A-N-T-A,” Oscar chants.

“Yay, Santa,” I cheer with him.

Ava

Shakes her head, laughing at us.  She makes sure Oscar has his seatbelt on correctly, then we head off.

I press play on the car’s DVD remote, and a Thomas film immediately begins playing.

“How are you feeling?”  Ava asks, glancing at my burgeoning stomach.

“Good.  Not long now.”

“Yeah,” she smiles wistfully. 

“How about you guys?  No luck yet?”  I ask.  Ava and Jeremy have been trying to fall pregnant since we had our joint
wedding last year.  To be honest, I thought it would have happened by now, and it surprises me that it hasn’t.

“No,” she sighs, shaking her head.  “I bought one of those ovulation test kits, so we can get the timing right, but so far, it hasn’t worked.”