A Cowboy for Christmas (8 page)

“What about underneath? It could be hanging there waiting to bite me in the butt.”

That brought on another bout of laughter, until Bonner literally had to wipe the smile off his face with one hand. He sobered enough to take each of her arms in his grasp. “Look. I’m very fond of that ass, and I wouldn’t let you do anything to jeopardize it. Okay?”

She glanced at the hole again, then back at him, not convinced.

“Okay, how about this.” Bonner glanced around them and then picked up a stick. He used it to bang hard on the wooden seat. Nothing came running up at him. Then he sat, still fully clothed, on the seat himself. He stood and turned his backside to face her. “Any deadly critters hanging off my ass.”

“No.”

“All right then. Your turn.”

“You had your jeans on.”

He physically steered her into the building. “I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

She wasn’t sure she was onboard with that idea. She’d wanted that door to stay open so she could see and make a quick escape if necessary, but not with Bonner standing right there. Sure they’d had sex, twice, but peeing in front of a man was something you didn’t do until you were dating for a really long time, or living together, or married. Or maybe drunk.

He sighed. “What’s wrong now?”

“Turn your back…and cover your ears.”

His brows rose high. “Should I sing la-la-la too?”

“Please, just do it. This is stressful enough.”

“All right.” Shaking his head at her, he turned and covered his ears. “Go on. Get to it.”

Talk about pressure.

Finally, she got done what she’d needed to do, and though she’d lived through the peeing, she couldn’t help but consider if she could avoid doing it again before they got back to the ranch tomorrow. Probably not. That was a long time away. With a sigh, she grabbed her toilet paper roll after almost forgetting where she’d hung it on the big nail sticking out of the wallboard.

She adjusted Bonner’s shirt and said, “Okay. I’m done.”

He nodded. “Good. Now I’m gonna have to go look for the stragglers.”

“And leave me here?”

“Well, I can find them and bring them back here quicker on my own, but if you’re afraid to be alone, I can take you with me.”

“I’m not afraid. It’s just…I don’t have my cell phone.”

“Yes, I know.” He smiled again. “But if I go alone, I’ll be able to get ‘em back here within an hour. Then we can decide if you want to head home today and try to beat sunset, or stay and leave at first light tomorrow. Since you don’t seem to like the facilities, I thought you may want to get back to the ranch sooner rather than later.”

She glanced back at the outhouse. “Okay. Go on your own.”

Bonner nodded. “I put wood in the stove so you should be okay ‘til I get back.”

Casey certainly hoped so. He turned toward the horses, when she took one step after him. “Bonner?”

He pivoted back. “Yeah?”

“Hurry back.”

He grinned. “I will. Promise.”

She watched him saddle his horse. She stood in front of the cabin like some pioneer woman as he rode away. He even took the dog. She was all alone. As cut off as if she were actually living back in the pioneer days. With a sigh, Casey turned back and went inside the cabin. The fire had made it warmer inside. It wasn’t too bad. It would be better with Bonner here though. She glanced at the bed. They’d made quite the jumble of it.

Casey straightened the bottom blanket and then folded the top one, laying it on the end of the mattress. She tried to decide what to do next to kill the time.

Missing her tablet computer, she was at a loss for something to do. Her gaze landed on two cans of chili Bonner must have left on the table. What the hell. Might as well take this experience all the way. Casey found a can opener and a spoon and for the first time in years, began to cook dinner.

All right, she couldn’t really call it cooking since all she did was open a can and put it in a pan on the woodstove, but she did add a log to the stove just to make sure the fire kept going, so that increased the degree of difficulty. Cooking without benefit of electricity or gas, that was pretty impressive if she did say so herself.

She’d just stirred the chili in the cast iron skillet, much like the Maverick Western one she owned in New York except this one looked like it had actually been used, when she made out the faint sound of a dog barking.

Misty. Casey couldn’t help but smile. Bonner was back. She strode to the door and out onto the porch.

The sun’s rays as it sunk lower in the sky highlighted the cloud of dust in the distance. Through it she could make out about half a dozen cows, running, while Bonner rode behind them. As they got closer, she could see Misty as she wove from side to side behind the herd of cattle, barking and nipping at their hooves. But it was the figure on horseback, the man who occasionally swung a rope and yelled to the animals, who drew and held her attention once again. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Bonner. God, he was extra sexy when he was doing cowboy stuff.

The scene before her was like a Western movie come to life. No, more accurately, Casey felt as if she’d stepped into an episode of the Cowboy Cody show. She was the little woman holding down the homestead waiting for her man with a hot meal and even hotter sex. While he was the man riding home after a long time away tending the herd at the summer pasture.

By the time Bonner had slowed the herd to a walk and funneled them into the fenced in area bordered on one side by a pond, she was ready to tear his clothes off and mount him on the front porch. As he carried a bucket of water to the cabin, and she saw his smile and the color in his cheeks from the ride, that idea was sounding better and better to her.

“Welcome back.” Casey heard the breathless quality in her own voice again. Bonner did that to her.

“Thanks. Told you I wouldn’t be long.” He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling. He pushed past her and set the bucket on the floor next to the stove. He glanced back. “You started dinner. Good. I’m starving.”

“Then let’s eat.” There was only one thing Casey wanted to eat, but she’d better feed the cowboy first. He’d need his strength for later.

Bonner grabbed two bowls and another spoon off a shelf and carried them back to the table. With a leather glove he had pulled from his belt, he took the hot pan off the stove and put it on the table. She couldn’t do much more than watch as he served them both. Her stomach was so twisted with need, she wouldn’t be able to eat much of the chili, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying watching him.

He’d emptied his bowl before he glanced up at her. “You all right? You’re not eating.”

“I’m not hungry right now.” At least not for what was in the bowl. Casey stood and facing him, straddled Bonner in his chair.

He supported her with a hand on each cheek of her ass. “Not that I’m complaining, but what got into you?”

“You.” She planted a hand on each side of his face and kissed him, deep and thorough.

With a groan he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked them both to the bed.

He laid her on the mattress and rolled to lie on his side as he gazed down into her face. “If this is the welcome I’m going to get, maybe I’ll let the stragglers loose and go round them up again tomorrow.”

“Sounds good to me.” She pushed him onto his back and unbuckled his belt. He smelled of leather and horse and the outdoors.

“Let me take my chaps and boots off.” Bonner moved to sit up.

“Oh no. Those stay on. The spurs too.”

His eyebrows shot up, but he laid back down without complaint. It took a bit of doing, but she freed his cock from the fly of his jeans, while leaving the rest of his clothes on. Casey leaned low. She took the length of him between her lips and tasted the salty flavor of him.

Bonner groaned, low and deep in his throat. “Damn, girl. Are you living out some city girl-cowboy fantasy with me?”

Casey lifted her head. His length slipped out of her mouth with a pop. “Yup. That a problem?”

“Nope.” He reached out nudged her head down gently. “Go right ahead.”

She did, lowering her mouth over his cock while making sure her teeth grazed him the whole way down. He was hard and smooth, like steel covered in satin. Bonner hissed a sharp breath and tangled his hands in her hair.

She lifted off him again, using plenty of teeth, and glanced up. “I like rough.”

“Me too.” Bonner’s hold on her head tightened and he thrust into her mouth. That was the last talking they did for a while.

Bonner couldn’t say he’d slept, more like he dozed. He also couldn’t say that he cared that he didn’t get a solid night’s sleep. The reason for that was lying next to him now, her chestnut hair tickling his nose as they shared a pillow in the narrow bed.

He’d dare any man to try and sleep while Casey’s naked body was pressed against him all night. Warm. Soft. Tempting.

The fire was nearly dead. He should get his lazy ass out of bed and build it up again so she’d be warm when she got dressed and they ate breakfast, which he’d have to break to her would be canned hash, not all that much different from the canned chili they’d had for dinner. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave the bed while she was still in it.

She’d slept fine though, and still was sleeping, judging by the slow steady breathing. He supposed he should leave her be. That thought entered and left his head as he ran one palm over the curve of her hip. She lay on her side facing away from him. It was the perfect position for him to nestle his very happy hard-on against the soft flesh of her ass.

He’d been admirably restrained all night, if you asked him. Not one of the times he’d awoken hard as a rock had he woken her to relieve it. Now though, the sun was up and so was his cock. All bets were off now that it was daylight.

Running his lips over her shoulder, Bonner worked his way to her ear, where he nibbled. Meanwhile, he snaked one hand around her and cupped one incredibly nice tit. Shame she wore sweaters all the time. He could appreciate a nice handful of boob even though he was primarily an ass man.

Speaking of ass… He pressed his erection a little more firmly against hers.

“Someone’s awake.” She sounded all warm and sleepy.

“Mm, hm. All of me.”

“Yes, so I feel.” Casey laughed and then stretched. “Wow. I’ve never slept so well.”

Bonner shook his head. At least one of them had. She was doing better in the cabin than he ever expected a city girl to. “Good. I’m glad of that and I owe you a compliment.”

“Compliment. For what? The blowjob?”

He laughed. “Yeah, that was good, but what I was fixin’ to say was, you’re doing real good being away from all your computers and cell phone.” Not to mention running water, and heat, and electricity.

“Thank you. I appreciate you noticing. You uh, distracting me has helped tremendously.”

“Maybe I’ll hide all that stuff when we get back. When you start to get twitchy, you’ll have to come find me for some more…distraction.” He pressed closer. It was mind boggling how he could want her so badly again after the number of times he’d had her yesterday.

Soon they’d be back under the watchful eyes of the other guys and the old man. Bonner wasn’t sure about what they’d do then. He couldn’t take her to the bunk house with the others, but he didn’t want to be rolling around in her bed under the same roof as the old man either. That would seem even more disrespectful than what they were already doing. But here and now, they were alone and she was all his.

One small move of his hips and Bonner’s cock was nudging at her pussy. A bit of pressure and he slid into her slick warmth. Casey let out a sigh. “Mm, this is a nice way to wake up.”

Oh, hell yeah it was. He could easily do this every morning.

“Mm, hm.” Bonner pushed in deeper as Casey pressed back against him. He reached around and found her clit. He circled it with the tip of one finger and felt her muscles inside tighten around his cock. It made him crave so much more. He pressed his lips close to her ear. “Did you mean what you said yesterday?”

She let out a short laugh. “I usually do, but just to clarify, what exactly did I say?”

Still sliding his cock in and out of her, Bonner wet his finger and ran it down the slit of her ass. He felt her shudder. He teased her hole with just the tip. “I said I wanted to take you here. You said yes.”

She stilled against him. “Yes, I meant it.”

Bonner’s stroke faltered at her answer. He swallowed away the dryness in his mouth. “Now?”

“Okay.” Her answer sounded low and husky. It had him drawing in a shaky breath.

Bonner couldn’t help but groan at the very thought of what they were about to do. He sprung from the bed and headed toward the medical kit they kept in the cabin. Inside was a big tube of lubricant just like the one the vet had been using the other day at the ranch. His heart beat faster from just holding the tube knowing what they’d be doing with it.

Barely aware of the cold air in the cabin, he only paused on his way back to the bed, and to Casey, long enough to throw a piece of balled up paper and another log into the dying fire. He ignored that his cock looked like a divining rod pointing at the object of his desire as he crawled under the blanket.

He nestled up behind her in the same spooning position they’d lain in for most of the night while she’d slept and he’d been awake imagining this very scenario. He screwed the tiny top off the tube and managed to drop it somewhere. Ignoring that, he squeezed some onto his finger, then reconsidered and squashed the tube harder adding more.

Casey lay perfectly still except for the rise and fall of her breathing as Bonner spread her cheeks and pressed his slick finger against her hole. He pushed just the tip inside and held it there, not moving. Her muscles gripped his finger so tightly he couldn’t even imagine what they’d feel like around his cock—if he could even get it inside her. He was a patient man. They had plenty of lube and time, and he had more than enough determination.

He pushed the digit deeper. Casey stayed still and silent. Bonner pressed a kiss to her cheek, then stayed leaning close. “You all right?”

“Yes.”

Bonner swallowed. That was the answer he wanted. He worked his finger in and out of her slowly. It was easier to move now. Her muscles were loosening just a bit. Not enough for his cock, but enough to give him hope. He let her get used to one finger before he pulled out and lubed up a second finger. He pressed the two fingers in up to the first knuckle and held them there.

He had a plan. He’d let her get used to the feel of his fingers before even attempting to put his cock inside. One step at a time. It was a process, just like anything else. Bonner almost laughed at himself. That he could think at all in this situation was amazing.

He couldn’t ignore that as he squeezed the tube to lube up both his cock and a third finger, his hands were shaking. As he leaned in to draw her earlobe between his teeth, he held his three fingers close together and pressed them into her. She was so well lubed now, with just a bit of pressure they slipped in. He held there, pressed so close against her back he could feel her heart beating. “Ready?”

She swallowed hard and nodded.

Bonner drew in a deep breath, and withdrew his fingers. His cock slick with lube, he lined himself up with her hole and pushed. The flared head disappeared inside her. Casey hissed in a breath and reached back to clamp her hand onto his hip. Bonner stilled, praying she wouldn’t make him stop. He would, but damn, he really wanted this.

He slid his right arm beneath her and pulled her closer. She turned her head toward his. How did a woman look so good in the morning? He claimed her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as he found her clit again with his hand.

This was good enough. Even if all he got to have was the tip of his cock in her, it would still be more than he’d ever had in his life. The other woman he’d asked for this had given him a resounding no. But Casey was willing to try and he loved her for it. He worked her clit while devouring her mouth as her breath quickened.

She began to make the tiny noises he’d come to know and love yesterday. She was getting closer to coming. He felt her muscles clench and relax and without his doing any more than hold himself still, Bonner slid inside. Her muscles drew him in.

To be buried deep in her ass when she came would be amazing. A memory he could live on for years, if not forever. He pushed into her, slow and easy, while circling her clit faster. He had to pull away from her mouth, his own breath was coming so fast and hard.

“I’m close.” She was breathless and gasping but he heard her loud and clear.

He had known, or at least had hoped she was about to come, but hearing her say it nearly undid him. Bonner groaned and drove in, and then out of her. She tilted her hips forward, pressing against his hand as it worked her clit. He pressed his cock in deeper while working her clit harder.

Her body convulsed around his cock as she cried out. That was all it took for him to lose control. He pounded hard and fast and then held deep, coming inside her ass as her body gripped him.

They both lay, panting, until his slackened cock slipped out of her. He squeezed her tighter, not wanting to let go even though he knew he’d have to eventually. First to clean themselves up, then to leave here and go back to the real world. He’d never be able to walk into this cabin again without remembering this. Her.

Bonner pressed a kiss to her hair. “Thank you.”

She smiled. “You’re welcome.”

He laid his head against hers. “I mean it.”

“I know you do. I just never had a man thank me for sex before.”

“It was really good sex.” He smiled too.

“Thank you. And you’re welcome.” Casey sighed. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to go experience that lovely outhouse again.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“No, I think I’ll brave it on my own this time.”

He rose on one elbow and looked down at her. “I wish things were a little nicer here.”

She rolled onto her back to face him. “Don’t. Outhouse aside, this was absolutely perfect. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

The sincerity in her voice made him like her all the more. His little city girl, warming canned chili over a fire, braving the outhouse, not blinking an eye when he got out the industrial-sized tube of veterinary lube, giving him both her trust and her ass.

Trying not to think about how fast the day she’d be leaving was bearing down on them, Bonner squeezed her with one more hard hug before he released her.

Casey got out of bed and padded across the room, naked except for socks until she slipped on his blue shirt. The sight tightened something in his chest. He’d never be able to put on his own damn shirt again without thinking of her and remembering this time.

Boots on, his shirt hanging nearly to her knees, and the roll of toilet paper in her hand, she looked adorable as she shot him a smile and then disappeared through the door.

Maybe he should go buy some new shirts. Red ones.