Mistress Christmas: Wild West Boys (6 page)

He chuckled. “Scoot back. Feel me?”

“You mean that big, hard, thick thing sticking up?”

“Again with the sweet talkin’. When you’re ready, pop ’er in and commence to ridin’.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep. You set the pace. You’re in charge.”

“Do I sit up? Or lay across you?”

“Either way. If you sit up I can reach your clit. But I ain’t gonna complain about having them beautiful tits rubbing on my chest.”

She rose on her knees, aligned her pelvis to his and held the rigid shaft straight up with one hand as she braced her free hand on his broad chest. Heat darkened his eyes as he watched his cock slowly disappearing into her body.

Holly took her own sweet time and was pleased Nick didn’t grab hold of her hips and force her down.

Once he was fully seated inside her, he closed his eyes and groaned. “Ah, hell. You feel good, Holly. Warm and tight and perfect. I could get used to this.”

Nick’s sweet words gave her pause.

“You okay?”

“Are you?” she countered.

“Never been better. Do what you want, darlin’, you have the reins.”

She experimented with lifting and lowering. Loving the deep push at the end. But she missed that skin-on-skin contact. She angled forward, placing her hands beside his head and shimmied down. “Oh.”

“Like that do you?”

“God yes.”

“Let me help. You’ll like this even better.” Nick grabbed onto her butt cheeks and squeezed, gently rocking her.

“Oh, that’s…I really like that.”

“Thought you might. Don’t tense up. Another good thing about you laying in this position? I can kiss you and run my hands all over your soft skin.”

Holly rocked on him, amazed by the sense of power of being on top. Amazed by the control Nick freely handed over. Amazed by how his lazy, wet kisses were deceptively seductive. She hadn’t had many lovers in her twenty-eight years, and none of them showed this trust and playfulness, sometimes even after months of dating, that Nick had shown her in just a few hours.

He kissed his way down her throat. “Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard, darlin’?”

“Sorry. I-I tend to overthink things.” She quit moving on him. “Are you mad?”

“No. Just curious as to what drew your attention away from this.” He flexed his hips. “’Cause it’s mighty fine.”

She groaned. “It is. I was thinking about you. How much…you don’t mind that I’m not…you’re so patient… You’re just so great and I’m really happy to be here with you.”

“Holly. Baby.” His voice was gruff. “C’mere.”

Nick’s kisses intensified and she began to push back onto all that male hardness. Sliding belly to belly. The scrape of his chest hair on her nipples sent shudders down her spine, which he chased with fingertips soft as raindrops.

The continual graze of his pubic hair on her clit brought forth a short, but powerful orgasm that left Holly gasping as she ground against him. He muttered against her throat, nonsensical masculine words of encouragement through every sweet pulse.

He fastened his hands to her ass and thrust up. “Right there. Just like that. Yes.” Nick arched his neck and she eased back to watch his face as the orgasm washed over him. God he was sexy, lost in the moment, a moment of passion she’d brought to him. Another feeling of sexual power emboldened her to scatter kisses across his chest.

He blinked his eyes open with a small, surprised smile. “Whoa.”

“I’ll say. Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“Never.” He followed the outline of her jaw with a shaking fingertip. “I think you like being on top.”

“Mmm-hmm. I think you’ve created a monster.”

“Just wait until you see what I’ve got planned for the hot tub.”

Chapter Five

“There’s a hot tub in here?”

Lord, Nick loved Holly’s wide-eyed look. Innocent, yet interested. “More like a deep bath with whirlpool jets.” He toyed with her hair. “Sound like fun?”

“Everything sounds like fun with you.” Holly smooched his nose and slid forward until his softened cock slipped from her body.

“Where you goin’?”

“To get a drink.” She winked. “All that ridin’ worked up a powerful thirst.”

Nick grinned. “Would champagne quench it?”

There was that owl-eyed expression again. “You bought champagne?”

“Came with the room. You up for a glass or two?”

“Absolutely.”

He hopped off the bed. “Let me clean up while you take the bottle of bubbly out of the fridge.”

As soon as he stood, Holly wrapped her arms around him from behind and nuzzled the middle of his back. “Thank you.”

“For?”

No response, but as she’d burrowed deeper into him so sweetly Nick didn’t press her for an answer. He merely squeezed her arm and said, “You’re welcome,” before continuing on to the bathroom.

When he returned, soft music drifted from the TV through the closed cabinet doors. Holly had donned a complimentary hotel robe and was curled up in the corner of the couch with her feet tucked beneath her. Strange. He’d expected nakedness wouldn’t bother her. To set her at ease, he snagged the other robe she’d draped over the back of the chair.

She pointed to the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. “I’m not so good with things that have the potential to explode. It’d be just my luck if the cork hit me in the eye.”

Nick loosened the wires and peeled the foil back. A couple of deft twists, a loud pop sounded and the cork released. A thin tendril of steam ghosted from the neck of the green bottle as he poured the sparkling liquid into the glasses.

“You’re good at that. Popped a few tops in your day?”

Handing her a glass, he sat beside her. Right beside her. “The only top I’m interested in blowing is yours, darlin’.”

Holly blushed and ducked her head. “I think we’ve established you’re an expert in that area.”

“Hey.” He tipped her chin up. “Regrets?”

“Not a single one.”

“Good. Then let’s toast. To Christmas wishes coming true.”

“I’ll drink to that.” She chinked her glass to his and downed every golden drop as he struggled to finish his mouthful.

“Like champagne, do you?”

She held the glass out for more. “Mmm-hmm. I tend to be a glutton since I never get it.”

“Don’t you have guys clamoring to buy you whatever drink your heart desires every night at Sugar Plums?” After Nick said it, he wished he’d kept his fool mouth shut.

Her cute freckled nose wrinkled. “No offense, but can that place be off the topic for discussion tonight?”

“Sure. As long as you answer one question for me first.”

She squinted at him suspiciously. “What?”

“Is Christmas your favorite holiday?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I mean, it’s okay, and my attitude isn’t because of work. There are so many expectations with that time of year. Buying the perfect gift for everyone on your list. The pressure to sacrifice vacation time to be with your family, and then once you get there you’re sorry you ever came. The constant temptation to eat too much, to drink too much, to spend too much.”

Nick stared at the liquid fizzing in his glass. “Or you end up spending it alone, wondering if everyone is having terrific family bonding time and you’re some kind of pathetic loser because no one wants to spend Christmas with you.”

“Exactly.”

Their eyes met in perfect understanding and it floored him. Holly was the first person he’d run across who didn’t wax poetic about the joys and wonders of the holiday season. The first person who’d understood his ambivalence.

“I take it you’ll be alone this year?”

“Yes. You?”

“The same.” He lifted his glass. “So what is your favorite holiday?”

“The Fourth of July,” Holly said without pause.

“Really? Why?”

She shrugged. “The weather is hot. The beer is cold. Kids get just as excited seeing a fireworks display as they do seeing Santa Claus. It lasts one day and there’s usually a fair around.”

“You like country fairs?”

“I’d never really been to one until I moved here. What’s not to like? There’s always tons of yummy bad-for-you food. Dizzying carnival rides. Pie eating and greased pig contests. Admiring the quilters’ displays, watching the tractor pull and the demolition derby.”

“Darlin’, I’d love to take you home to our county fair. It’s all that plus a rodeo. You’d have a blast.”

Holly sipped the champagne and studied him in a highly unnerving manner. “You wouldn’t be embarrassed to take someone like me back home to Wyoming?”

“What do you mean someone like you?” Then it occurred to him he’d been so comfortable with her that he’d completely forgotten Holly earned her living taking off her clothes. Not that he gave a crap what other folks said. “Hell no I wouldn’t have a lick of embarrassment taking you home to meet the folks and neither should you. What you do for a job ain’t all you are, Holly. I’d be damn proud to have you on my arm at the community rodeo dance.”

“Pity I don’t dance.”

His glass stopped halfway to his mouth. “Run that by me again?”

She froze. “Umm. I meant, I don’t couples dance. I’ve never been very good at it.”

Nick offered a wolfish grin. “Well, it’s your lucky night, ’cause I’m about the best two-stepper this side of Cheyenne.”

“I imagine you are, but I’m hopeless.”

“Never know unless you try.” He pointed at her glass. “Drink up and the lesson will begin.”

“Nick—”

“No arguing. This is my fantasy.” He snatched the remote and changed the station.

Holly stood. “Your fantasy is teaching an uncoordinated acc—” Her mouth snapped shut. “Can’t your fantasy be something simple and male like me giving you a blowjob in the hot tub?”

“Definitely a possibility for later. Right now my fantasy is two-steppin’ naked with a beautiful woman.” Nick held her gaze as he untied the belt on her robe. The lapels hung open, exposing her from chest to knees. He slipped his fingers beneath the nubby fabric to reach her smooth, warm skin and he gently pushed the robe off her shoulders. It landed on the carpet with a muffled thud. “Your turn.”

Holly pressed her mouth to the hollow of his throat and made quick work of the knot keeping his robe together. The fabric slithered down his back and pooled on the floor.

Nick led her to the center of the room and clasped her left hand in his right, bringing her flush against him. He centered his left hand in the small of her back. “Comfy?”

“No. I feel stupid.”

“Wrong. You feel great.” Nick kissed her, amazed by the way her mouth floated over his in sweet surrender. Now if he could get her body to move like that, she’d be a two-steppin’ sensation in no time. He’d love to take her to the western bars in the metro area. As they swayed together, he kissed her, lost in her.

When the song changed to a peppier beat, she balked and broke the kiss. “Wait.”

“You’re doin’ fine. Easy as falling off a log. Step, step, shuffle back. Step, step, shuffle back. Step, step, shuffle back.”

Holly dipped her head to stare at her feet and he nudged her chin back up.

“Eyes on mine. Feel the rhythm in the way your partner moves you, not in your feet. Every partner is different.”

“How many partners are you preparing me for?”

Only me
. Rather than answer, Nick pulled Holly closer as he took bigger, faster steps.

She eased forward the same as he did and she stomped on his foot. “Sorry. Good thing I wasn’t wearing shoes.”

“No biggie.” He circled the room twice and the song ended.

Holly let go of his hands. Or tried to but Nick held tight.

“What’s wrong?”

“Aren’t we done?”

“We’re just getting started.”

Her laugh didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I don’t think so.” She jerked free of his hold. “While I appreciate you taking pity on me for my lack of grace, we both know the chances of us ever dancing together after tonight are slim.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep.” She crossed her arms over her naked chest and notched that stubborn chin higher. “I didn’t come here for dancing lessons. I don’t want to spend the little time we have together cutting a rug like Bobby and Sissy. I’d rather be getting rug burns all over my body from you showing me what you really fantasize about.”

Stung, Nick retorted, “Remember you said that when your knees are on fire.” He lunged for her, spinning her so her delectable ass was nestled against his fully erect cock. He braced one arm across her shoulders and the other hand held both her wrists in front of her body. He ground his cock into her soft flesh, feeling victorious when she gasped.

“Just dancing with you has that effect on me.”

“Nick, I didn’t mean—”

“—to hurt my feelings? You did. Since you spurned my dance advances I’ve a mind to let you make it up to me. Luckily I’ve conjured up plenty of other fantasies starring little ol’ you. And since you insisted on putting me in charge, we’re gonna start out with one I like to call ‘the cowboy’s Christmas captive’ or ‘trussed up like a holiday turkey’. And no, you don’t get to argue, ’cause, darlin’, you’re gonna be gagged.”

Nick’s grip around her wrists was like iron. Yet when she wiggled, he loosened it slightly, letting Holly know he didn’t intend to hurt her, just play with her a little rougher than she was used to.

The thought of being bound for Nick’s pleasure, at Nick’s mercy, only able to voice her needs in nonverbal noises, made her absolutely dripping wet.

“You like that idea, doncha?”

When she didn’t respond he put his mouth on her ear and demanded, “Answer the question while you still can.”

Hot breath, hot man and his hot words caused a shiver and she hissed, “Yes.”

Warm lips followed the arc of her throat down to her shoulder. “Good. I don’t trust you not to run, so we’re both gonna walk over to where I’ve stashed my supplies. Once I’ve got you how I want you then the real fun will begin.”

Nick marched her to the nightstand and rummaged in the drawer. The sound of him rattling the condom box notched her excitement higher, made her pulse pound faster. Then they shuffled forward, stopping at the back of the couch.

He turned her around. Three bandanas dangled from his fingertips. His eyes never left hers as his hands worked at waist level.