Chapter 6 Flint
SIX
FLINT
Saoirse is a goddess above me, writhing and moaning my name while I hunt for that sweet spot inside that’s guaranteed to make her see stars.
She’s so fucking wet, I want to toss her perfect ass on the floor and feast until I’m satisfied.
But I know if I do, I’ll come before I ever make it inside her, and that isn’t happening.
I will be balls deep, breeding her when that happens.
“Come all over my hand, Sugar Plum,” I growl, my eyes locked on the sight of her. Christ, she’s so fucking pretty with her blue eyes all huge and glossy, her cheeks flushed, and her hair a wild halo around her face. “Give it to me, pretty baby.”
“Flint,” she cries, her delicate fingers wrapped around my wrist like she’s afraid I’ll take away her personal heaven. That’s not happening, though. Hell no.
I flick my tongue against her clit again, riding it right there. I find her sweet spot, and she shouts my name, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I breathe against her pussy. “Come, Saoirse.”
She shatters with a choked cry, practically convulsing. It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever seen. She drenches my hand, her arousal dripping down my wrist. I groan, licking up every drop I can, unwilling to waste a single one.
When she falls limp, I press a kiss to her clit and then slide my fingers free and rise, pulling her into my arms. My mouth comes down on hers in a wild kiss, my hand tangled in her hair.
She clings to me like she’s afraid I’ll float away if she loosens her grip. That’s not happening, though. I think I decided five seconds after seeing her that I wanted to keep her. Having her in my space has only reaffirmed that decision. She fits here like she belongs.
With her here, I look forward to the end of the day–not because the work is over, but because I know she’s waiting. I know I get to see her. That’s damn addictive.
“Fuck,” I groan when her hand slips between our bodies, pressing boldly against the fly of my jeans, right over my aching cock. My hips buck involuntarily, my dick eager for her touch.
“I want to see,” she whispers, and I damn near come all over myself.
Somehow, I manage to hold it together long enough to help her undo my jeans. I even manage not to lose my shit when she slips her hand inside and wraps her perfect fingers around my cock.
Her eyes go wide when she pulls the hard bastard out and sees him for herself. “Um… oh, wow,” she stutters, gulping like she’s staring at a wild beast that might bite.
“It’ll feel good, Sugar Plum,” I promise, tipping her head back until she’s looking at my face instead of my cock. “Trust me?”
She doesn’t even hesitate before she nods, and I feel like the king of goddamn Christmas.
I press my lips to hers in an appreciative kiss and then wrap my arm around her, anchoring her to me.
“Wrap around me,” I order her, and then groan when she follows instructions, locking her heels together behind my back. Her pussy is right against my dick when I slide her off the counter into my arms. She’s dripping all over me.
“I thought we were showering,” she says when I make a beeline for the bedroom.
“Later,” I growl, my fingers digging into her round ass like that’s going to stop me from fucking her right here and now. Christ Almighty. I’m not even inside her, and she already feels like heaven.
Every step I take bounces her against me slightly, so my cock rubs against her pussy, the head grinding against her clit. She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
By the time we make it to the bed, we’re both panting. She’s squirming all over my cock like she’s trying to get me inside.
We tumble in a heap, me on top of her, her legs still spread around me. My lips attach themselves to her throat, and then lower. I nip and bite and suck on her perfect little nipples, dry humping her like my life depends on it.
“Please, please,” she begs, rocking beneath me. “I need you.”
I growl a curse, trying to keep it together, and line up at her entrance.
She’s so wet, I have to press forward a little just to keep myself there.
Except… that doesn’t keep me there. The head of my cock slowly breaches her opening.
And then I can’t fucking stop myself. I press a little further. And then a little more.
“Flint,” she moans from beneath me, tilting her hips up, her nails embedded so deeply into my shoulders I’m going to have permanent indentations. This isn’t a complaint. I’ll wear her marks with pride.
“Goddamn, pretty baby,” I rasp, locking our fingers together like that’s going to keep me sane when she’s wrapped around my cock, strangling the fuck out of it. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot. I just want to ruin this pretty little thing.”
“Do it,” she gasps.
I bury my face in her throat, pushing into her inch by slow, torturous inch. I don’t want to go too fast and hurt her. I need this to be good for her, especially since I know damn well that I’m not going to last this first time.
When I’m all the way in, my hips resting against hers, she shudders beneath me, whimpering my name. That sweet sound hits me right in the fucking heart, stealing every piece of it.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe against her skin. “The best Christmas present I ever had.”
“It’s not Christmas yet.”
“Might as well be, Sugar Plum.” I tip my head back, meeting her gaze. “You’re what I asked for.”
Her expression melts, her lips parting slightly. I can’t help but kiss her again. And then I can’t help but slide out a little before pushing back in because she’s whimpering against my lips, her tongue stroking mine. A man can’t be expected to behave like this.
Her nails score my back, a moan tumbling from her lips.
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
I do it again, and then again. Within seconds, I’m fucking her hard and deep, unable to stop myself when every thrust pulls another moan from her lips. When her hips lift to meet every single one. She’s perfect below me, so damn perfect.
My balls are already begging for release, but I grit my teeth and keep going, pounding into her until the only sounds in the room are our ragged breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and the way her moans of pleasure bleed into one another.
She comes all at once, her eyes flying wide open like even she’s shocked at how sudden it is. My name bursts from her lips in a shout, her pussy clamping around my cock like a heavenly vise.
I growl her name, losing control. My hips snap into hers again and again, every thrust rattling the headboard. I come with a roar, buried to the hilt inside her perfect body. Waves wrack me, pleasure gripping me by the balls.
“Saoirse,” I groan, shaking as I empty myself inside her, coming so hard I can’t breathe.
She moans below me, still shivering, still coming.
Maybe I shouldn’t do it, maybe she’d be mad as hell if she knew, but I send up a prayer anyway. Please, let me get her pregnant. Let me tie her to me right here and now.
It’s my new Christmas wish. Not just her in my bed and in my home, but babies with her. A family with her. I want the whole nine yards, and I don’t want to wait.
“Do you have plans for Christmas?” I ask two hours later. We’re snuggled up on the couch, with her in nothing but one of my shirts, sharing a bowl of the delicious fucking stew she made for dinner.
She swallows her bite, shaking her head. “Not really. I was just going to make something at home and then watch Christmas movies all day.”
“Is that what you usually do?”
“Most of the time.” Her gaze drifts from mine. “I’ve never really had anyone to spend Christmas with, so I’ve never done much.”
Well, fuck. That’s just a damn tragedy. She deserves to spend every holiday surrounded by love and all the magic I never believed in until she waltzed into the Spur dressed like an elf.
I lean forward, placing the bowl on the coffee table, and then cup her jaw, forcing her to look at me. “You do now, pretty baby,” I murmur, my eyes locked with hers. “You’re spending it right here with me, where you belong.”
Her eyes get watery, like she’s about to cry. “You want to spend Christmas with me?”
“No. I want to spend every holiday with you.”
She blinks wide, startled eyes at me. “What?”
“You heard me.” I stroke her cheek. She’s so damn soft. “I want you right here, celebrating every holiday with me for at least the next fifty years.”
“You…” She licks her lips, looking startled. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“Hell no,” I growl. “Cowboys know when to grab something with both hands and hold tight, Saoirse. It’s in our blood.” I tip her head back, brushing my lips across hers. “You’re something I don’t intend on letting go of, not even if you try to buck me off.”
A soft laugh burbles from her lips. “Did you just compare me to a horse, Flint?”
I grimace, scratching the side of my face. “Maybe that didn’t come out like I thought it would. I just meant, even if you try to get rid of me, I’m not letting go. I know a good thing when it’s in my arms, pretty baby.”
“You feel like a good thing to me, too,” she whispers, her voice a scrap of sound.
“Good.” I grin down at her. “Then there’s no reason for you not to stay here.”
“Do I get to help pay bills?”
“Absolutely the fuck not.”
She glowers at me.
“The house is already paid for, Saoirse. And I make more than enough to cover the bills.” I stroke her cheek. “Besides, I’ve been saving for a long time, just waiting for you. You’re going to have to learn to let me spoil you.”
“Fine, but I get to spoil you, too.”
I haul her onto my lap, running my hand across her ass. “You can spoil me with this body anytime you want.”
She groans, faceplanting into my chest. “That’s not what I meant.”
I just chuckle in response, tipping her face back to kiss her.
I fuck her to sleep, and then wait until she’s good and passed out to slip out of the bed. I dress in the dark, being careful not to make too much noise, and then head out to my truck, praying she doesn’t hear it start.
Fifteen minutes later, I’m at the local Wal-Mart, with thirty minutes to go before it closes.
I haul ass straight to the Christmas section with a cart, doing my best impression of a man on a shopping game show as I rake shit into the cart at record speed.
A tree, lights, tinsel, garland, fifteen different kinds of ornaments, a Viking nutcracker, a few Grinch dolls, and weird cone-shaped trees.
Everything I think she might like, I grab.
The clerk is equal parts impressed and annoyed when I load it onto the belt ten minutes before closing.
“Getting a late start?” she asks, one brow raised.
“Something like that,” I mutter, tossing bags into the cart as fast as she dumps items into them.
I’m back in the truck and on my way home within fifteen minutes, prepared to turn the house into a winter wonderland for the pretty little goddess who has never had a reason to celebrate. She will this year, though. After everything she’s gone through, she deserves it.
Hopefully, Dillon will have news soon about the creepy motherfucker who tried to bait and switch her into a porn. I called him while trying to wrangle the escaped heifers yesterday. He promised he’d look into it. Since the jackass advertised in the paper, he shouldn’t be that hard to track down.
With any luck, he won’t be a looming cloud much longer. I’ll be able to tell Saoirse that she’s safe for Christmas. She shouldn’t have to worry about it.
It takes three trips to unload everything, and believe me, I do my damndest to make it one, but there is no way to juggle a seven-foot tree and eighty-four shopping bags.
The goddamn tree is evil. It takes me an hour to set it up and untangle the lights. And another hour to fluff the fake branches into something resembling a tree.
“I’m chopping down a tree next year,” I swear, glaring balefully at the tree as I try to restring the lights now that it actually looks like a tree. That’s a whole adventure in and of itself. No wonder I never decorate. This shit is more exhausting than wrangling cattle and mending fences.
It’s worth it, though. She’s worth it.
“Flint?”
I spin around, thrusting my arms out like that’ll hide the tree as soon as I hear her sleepy voice behind me. My damn heart rolls in my chest when I see her standing just inside the doorway, all rumpled and sweet, wearing nothing but my t-shirt and marks.
She blinks, her gaze slowly roving over the chaos of the living room like she’s trying to process what’s happening here.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I murmur, my voice husky, nervous. She might hate this. Shit. What if she hates it? “You said you’ve never really had a real Christmas. I wanted to give you one, so I went and bought everything I needed to decorate for you.”
“You–” She stops, licking her lips. “You’re doing all of this for me?”
I nod, the motion jerky.
“But you have to work in the morning.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I rasp, holding her gaze. “This matters, Sugar Plum. You deserve a little Christmas magic. I want to give it to you.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and then she’s hurtling across the living room toward me. I barely have time to adjust before she hits my chest like a comet, knocking me back a step.
“You’re going to make me cry!” she cries, burying her face in my throat as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close.
“No tears,” I murmur, my lips against her shoulder. “I just want you happy.”
“I am happy.” She tips her head back, meeting my gaze with tears in her eyes. “I’m so happy it’s fucking terrifying, Flint.”
“Me too,” I admit, brushing my lips across hers. “Me too, Sugar Plum.”
She pulls me into a kiss that ends with me fucking her on the floor beneath the naked tree, between tangled strands of lights and bags of ornaments. Best sex ever.
When we can move again, she helps me decorate, and by “helps me,” I mean, she does most of it with a smile on her face while I stare at her naked ass and try to think of a way to convince her that naked decorating should be our first established tradition.
It’s after two when we finish, and I’m exhausted. But the smile on her face is fucking worth it. So is the way she flings herself into my arms once I place the Sugar Plum Fairy on top of the tree, beaming at me like I just gave her the greatest gift anyone has ever given her.
“This is already the best Christmas ever,” she whispers.
She’s not wrong about that.