Head Over Hooves: Boys of the Bayou Gone Wild, page 11
He hadn’t seen any of this yet. She’d been in long sleeves and had apparently taken her nose piercing out. He looked at her. “Yup, you're gorgeous. No matter what you're wearing or what color your hair is.”
She seemed pleased as she set the photo back on the shelf.
She turned and led him up a staircase at the back of the salon and through the door at the top of the landing. It opened into an apartment that smelled like chocolate and peppermint and was lit by a crazy number of multicolored twinkle lights.
“You do really love Christmas.”
“I really do,” she agreed as she crossed to the tiny kitchen. She started pulling mugs and spoons out of a cupboard and a drawer. “I love the way the season just seems to permeate the air. It seems to touch everything. Even grumpy Bob down at the gas station has little decorations on his countertop. I know some people complain that it's become commercialized and it isn't just religious the way it was supposed to be initially, but I kind of like that. It's bigger than that. I like that people from all walks of life, no matter what they do the rest of the year, still have little ways of celebrating this same season. It feels like it brings us all together. I mean, anybody can watch Frosty the Snowman and enjoy it, or get a peppermint hot chocolate and think it's delicious, or listen to Christmas carols and smile. Sure, we could do those things any time of the year. But there's just something special in the air in December.”
He knew exactly what she meant. And it made him want to reach out and pull her in for a hug. It was interesting how this woman turned him on more than he could remember a woman turning him on in forever, but he also seemed to have the constant urge to hug her and hold her and kiss the top of her head and just make her smile too.
“I completely agree,” he finally said.
There was no doubt in his mind that he would rather be here with her doing this, than on the blind date Mitch and Paige and Jordan and Fletcher had tried to set him up on. Or had pretended to set him up on, anyway.
Rory's grin indicated that she was just as happy as he was in this moment. She finished prepping the cocoa and Drew looked around her apartment.
It was small. Cozy. She had a tree in the corner near the stand that held her TV. One wall was a large window that overlooked Main Street below. There was a short divider between the living room and the kitchen, which was a narrow space with a countertop, cabinets and sink on one side, and a stove and fridge on the other. There was a small window on the far end and she had a tiny table tucked below it with two straight-backed chairs. To his right were two doors. He assumed one led to the bedroom and one to the bathroom.
Rory came into the living room area with a tray that held two mugs of hot cocoa, a little bowl of marshmallows and four frosted sugar cookies in typical Christmas shapes. She carried it to the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. It was the only piece of furniture in the room to sit on other than a wicker Papasan chair.
She dropped onto the floor in front of the coffee table where she also had rolls of wrapping paper, tape, scissors, and ribbon laid out on the carpet. Drew joined her on the floor, and she lifted her remote and pressed play. “Is The Family Stone okay?”
“Never seen it.”
“Oh, it’s so good.” Then she shot him a smile. “Thanks for coming over to help me do this.”
And he officially admitted that he was falling for her. He was wrapping presents, watching a Christmas movie, and drinking hot chocolate with a very sweet woman who loved Christmas, and thinking about when that woman could come visit Iowa rather than dancing and drinking at a bar with a hot woman who was all in for a short-term fling.
“No place I'd rather be,” he told her honestly.
For the next hour they wrapped presents and sipped hot chocolate and watched Sarah Jessica Parker and Luke Wilson fall in love. But they finished the gifts before the movie was done. Rory put the last of the boxes onto the pile near her front door, then sat back against the couch, cradling her mug. She watched him for a moment before reaching out and hitting the stop button on her remote.
“I don’t get to see how it ends?” He was actually into it. He wanted to see how all three couples ended up together.
“We can watch the rest later. But I have a question.”
Yes was probably the answer he was going to give this woman, no matter what she asked of him. Drew took a long drink of his hot chocolate trying to keep from reaching over and running his hand up her leg. “Okay.”
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
Okay, he hadn't been expecting that. “I’ve had some girlfriends.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I'm not surprised.”
“Okay.” He turned so he could rest his arm on the couch cushion and face her more fully. “The truth is that I've known most of the women back home that are my age, straight, and who want to date me all of my life. I’ve dated the ones I thought might work out. Just haven’t had the right chemistry with any of them, either before or after dating.”
“Why did the chemistry change after you started dating?”
He took a deep breath. “I think a lot of them had an idea of what I was like, and then we got to know each other, as more than friends, and it turned out I was different than they expected.”
“What did they think you were like?” she asked with a little frown.
“They thought I was the type of guy that you go out with a couple of times, then introduce to your grandmother, then start talking about engagement ring styles, and then check into when the local reception hall has an opening in the calendar.”
“So they saw you as marriage material.”
“Absolutely. I'm from there, have my family business, and a reputation for being a decent, upstanding guy.”
She took another sip of her cocoa watching him over the edge of her cup. “Well, that all makes sense. What was the problem? You don't want to get married?”
“I didn't want to marry someone who…” He wondered how much he should say. Then he realized that if she didn’t like what he was going to say, he didn't have to see her again. And not being open about this was what had cost him a couple of relationships in the past.
He cleared his throat. “I’m not going to marry anyone who I’ve never said the word pussy to, who I’ve never made come on my tongue, and who I can’t imagine covering my cock in chocolate sauce and licking every drop clean.”
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Rory didn't even blink. She just sat watching him. Then she ran her tongue over her lower lip.
Drew gave her a little half grin.
“I think the women back home think I’m a good guy, but they can’t imagine being dirty with me. They don’t realize that I’ve got a side that wants to bend my woman over the couch, that wants to finger her in a movie theater and make her come without making any noise, that wants to send her hot texts in the middle of a serious work meeting, that wants to do something naughty with her favorite cocktail so that even when she’s out for a girl’s night, when she takes a drink, her panties get a little wet for me.”
Rory was watching him with wide eyes. But not the scandalized look he’d gotten from Lissa when he’d mentioned the movie-theater thing to her. No, Rory looked turned on.
“My friends think I need to start with the dirty stuff with a woman and then show her my nice-guy side.”
“You didn’t do that with me.” Her voice was a little breathless.
“No. I didn’t.”
“And I’m super into this naughty-with-the-cocktail thing,” she said. “And absolutely yes on the couch, the movie theater, and the texts.”
Drew felt a grin stretch his mouth. “Well, we were dirty in the barn last night.”
“You were so a good guy before that,” she said. “I promise. But I’m still very excited to know more about your dirty side.”
“That can be arranged.” Like right fucking now.
“Good. You have to be with someone who you can be satisfied with. Someone who wants the same things you do. Whether that's a Bassett hound or to go four wheeling on the weekends or who loves Ryan Reynolds movies or who’s cool with nipple clamps.”
Drew felt heat arrow through him and he shifted on the floor, leaning closer to her.
“So, what? You just have good girls who want vanilla sex in the dark back in Iowa?” she asked.
“I doubt it very much,” Drew said truthfully. “But I think the ones who want that stuff, didn’t look at me as the guy to give them the nipple clamps and movie-theater orgasms. And the girls who did want to date me weren’t into that stuff. I shocked a couple of them before I learned to shut up about role-playing and handcuffs.”
“You have a bunch of dumb girls in Iowa.”
He gave a short laugh. “I don't know about that. Just haven’t found the right one to connect with.”
Rory shifted, setting her cup on the table and then moving on to all fours and crawling toward him. She took his cup from his hand and set it on the table as well, then moved to straddle his thighs. She leaned in, took his face between her hands, and pressed her lips to his in a sweet, quick kiss. She leaned back.
“Just so you know, I love chocolate sauce. On pretty much anything.”
He was already hot and hard for her, but he gave her a smile and settled his hands on her hips to keep her from wiggling closer. “You don't have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“You're feeling grateful to me again.”
She laughed. “I am feeling grateful to you. You helping me wrap gifts tonight was a really great thing to do. And the hot cocoa and cookies is to say thank you for that.” She leaned in and put her lips against his again. “The sex is just going to be sex.”
His cock loved that answer, and his fingers instinctively curled into her hips. “Rory,” he said roughly. “Are you sure?”
“Are you kidding?” She brushed her lips over his again. “Even before you did what you did to me in the barn last night, I wanted you. But ever since I had your hands in my pants, I haven’t been able to think of anything else. Yes, I needed to wrap gifts tonight, but in case you didn't know, I brought you up here to seduce you.”
He laughed and then groaned as she wiggled closer, pressing against his cock. “It won't take much seducing, girl.”
“Good.” She reached for something on the sofa cushion behind him, then sat up and pulled a Santa hat on, flicking the white pom pom on the end and making it bounce. “Because I’d really love to hear you say the word pussy to me.”
That was it. One hand went up to cup the back of her head and he brought her in for a full, deep kiss. Their lips fused, their tongues tangled, and Rory's hands gripped his shoulders as he brought her more firmly against his cock.
She ground against him and they kissed hungrily for several long seconds.
They both seemed to remember at the same moment that they were alone and in a very private space. She leaned back and they both stripped off their shirts. She was only wearing a sports bra and she quickly got rid of that as well, tossing it over her shoulder. She pulled the Santa hat back on.
Drew drank in the sight of her. Her breasts were perfect, full and round, with sweet pink centers that were already hard. He lifted both hands and cupped her, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “For the record, these nipples were made for nipple clamps.”
She shivered. “I would love that. Never done that before.”
“I would love to be the first.” He realized he meant that in any number of ways. He loved to be the first to do everything she'd never done before. Hell, everything he'd never done before.
She leaned into his touch, bending slightly to kiss him again. She ran her tongue over his lip and then nipped him gently. Fire seemed to lick through his gut to his cock and he pinched her nipples firmly, causing her to gasp and her knees to clamp around him.
“Need you naked,” he told her.
She simply nodded and pushed up off of his lap. She stripped her leggings off, revealing that she wasn't wearing underwear. He paused in his unbuttoning and unzipping. “Fuck, Rory.”
She stood in front of him, completely naked except for the candy-cane-striped thigh-high stockings and the Santa hat, seemingly unabashed.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Need your hands and mouth on me, Drew.”
He quickly shucked off his jeans, underwear, shoes and socks and she lowered herself onto his lap again. She ran her hands over his shoulders, chest and abs down to grip his cock in both hands.
He sucked in a breath and made two fists as he clenched his jaw, fighting for control.
Her touch was heaven and he knew he wasn't going to last long, but she seemed intent on exploring him. He could hold on. For a little bit.
She ran her hands up and down his length, stroking and squeezing. Then she looked up at him. “I don't have chocolate syrup but we can maybe make do for tonight.” She reached out for the tray on the coffee table and ran her fingers over one of the cookies, swiping up some of the frosting.
He tensed as she painted it down his length, and then leaned over to lick it clean.
His breath escaped in a long hiss. “Yesss, Rory.” His hand came up to the back of her head and he grasped her ponytail as she continued licking long after the frosting was gone.
After she’d taken him nearly to the edge, she lifted her head and reached for the cookie again, swiping at more frosting and then painting it on her nipple. She climbed up his body and his hands gripped her waist, lifting her a little higher so that he could fasten his lips onto the nipple, licking and sucking.
She moved against him restlessly, his name on her lips.
“Need more of you. Need this sweet pussy,” he said. Loving that he could talk to her like this.
“Oh my God, yes.”
He slid to lie on his back and with only a little urging from his hands, she shifted herself so that she was above his mouth. He palmed her ass and brought her down so that he could lick over her clit.
“I don't want to smother you,” she said breathlessly, bracing her hands on the couch cushions above him.
He gripped her butt and brought her down more firmly against his mouth. “Fucking smother me, please.” He licked her again, then sucked.
She gasped, and pressed closer, and he ate at her for several minutes until she finally cried out, coming on his tongue exactly the way he’d described.
He slid her down his body and took her mouth in a deep kiss. He didn’t know which tasted better, but he would be happy to spend the rest of his life with his mouth on all parts of this woman's body, trying to decide.
“Oh my God, I can't tell you how happy I am that you're good at that,” she told him.
He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass, grinding her against his cock. “I'm just getting started with you.”
“I'm so happy to hear that.” She kissed him again, then pushed herself up, bracing her hands on his chest and rocking her pussy against his cock. “I'm on birth control. And totally clean. It's been a long time, actually.”
He gripped her tighter and had to relax his hold as her meaning crashed over him. “I'm clean too. But are you sure?”
She nodded. “I totally trust you, Drew. And I would love to do this without a condom.”
It would be intensely intimate even with a condom, but the idea taking her bare was the hottest, most tempting thing he'd ever heard.
“I’m only asking one more time. Are you sure?”
“Hundred percent.”
“Then are you ready?”
“So ready.”
He gripped her hips and shifted her so his tip met the hot wetness between her legs.
They both moaned and then she took over. She slid onto him, taking him slow and deep. Drew grit his teeth, letting her set the pace, when everything in him screamed to thrust hard and fast.
When she’d taken him fully, she sat up straighter and again they both moaned.
“Oh my God, you feel so good.”
“Ditto,” was all he could manage.
She moved on him, circling her pelvis and then lifting and lowering herself a few times slowly as if adjusting to the feel of him. The motion caused the pom pom on her hat to bounce and, stupidly, Drew had to grit his teeth against the wave of lust that sent coursing through him. He ran his hands over the silky striped stockings and knew he’d never look at candy cane stripes again without thinking of her.
After a few minutes of moving like that, she looked up at him almost shyly. “Would you…”
“Yes,” he answered before she even asked the full question.
She smiled. “Would you be on top?”
“However you want me,” he told her.
She clamped her knees around him and then rolled and they flipped so she was on her back and he was on top of her. Her hat fell off as she wrapped her stockinged legs around him, and Drew felt himself sink deep.
Heaven. It was absolute heaven.
“Yes,” she told him, gripping his back. “I love having you on me and around me and in me.”
He started to move. Thrusting slow, deep but slow, absorbing the feel of every inch. But pretty soon her heels were digging into his ass and she was asking for more.
“Harder. Faster. Please, Drew.”
He would always give this woman anything she wanted. He was certain of it. It was the strangest realization at the oddest moment, but as of that very second when Rory said Drew in that breathless, needy way, Drew knew that he could never be with another woman like this, and he could never let another man touch her this way.
“I've got you,” he told her, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her slightly.
It changed the angle and the depth just enough that they both moaned and then he started to move. Faster, deeper, harder until they were both gasping and he could feel her inner muscles starting to clench.
“Yes, Drew, yes,” she said, nearly panting.
