Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
LANCE
I’ll have to text Lainey and thank her for putting up that damn mistletoe at The Lost Cowboy tomorrow morning. Tonight, I’m going to make Katherine Pearson forget about her stressful day.
Hell, I’m going to make her forget her own damn name.
She tosses her bag to the ground while cradling the kitten before walking to the living room and sitting her down in a chaise near the window. I toss a set of Christmas lights I left on the porch, hoping we can bring the tree inside later tonight or in the early morning to start decorating.
But her green eyes are asking for something else. They’re asking for me , and if I didn’t give her what she wanted, then I’m useless.
“Come here,” I say swiftly and she does so well in listening that she walks toward me. She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her in by the waist, breathing her in.
Fuck, I hope she knows how much I need this. Need her.
“You didn’t have to decorate my porch,” she whispers.
My hands squeeze her waist and she wiggles underneath me, a smile breaking out. “That was nothing.”
Her brow raises. “I wonder what something looks like then.”
Without saying a thing, I lean in and kiss her. It’s passionate, and warms the soul—an oddity for me.
“Lance,” she moans in between kisses and I drag my hands down her sides until I’m leaning down to hoist her up from under her thighs. She squeals as she wraps her legs around my waist. I turn us around and head for the big white couch. The kitten is nowhere to be seen, which I appreciate. I don’t need her seeing all the filthy things I’m about to do to her new mom.
“Say my name again, just like that,” I ask nicely, dropping her on the couch and climbing on top of her, in between her thighs. She squeezes them around me and bites her lip, staring at me with those doe eyes that could ask for anything and I’d do it.
Need me to steal Santa’s sleigh? I’m on it.
Her hands go to the hem of her shirt and before I know it, she’s pulling it off. The sports bra underneath is black with white designs. Almost by instinct, I palm each of her breasts and take my time rubbing them until I feel just how achingly hard her nipples are.
She moans my name again and I black out. Well, not really. But that’s the effect she has on me. My hands are quick to grab the bottom of the sports bra and pull it over her head. I place my mouth on her right breast, sucking and swirling my tongue over her nipple. Her moans vibrate against me and I grunt back, my free hand going back to her other breast and squeezing it.
I’m almost too enchanted in this moment and have to drag myself out of this fantasy when her legs tighten around me again. I lean up, a string of saliva leaving my mouth, connecting to her nipple. She grabs my face, making me look at her.
“I need you inside me, right now. No time for foreplay, I’m sorry.” Her eyes are watching me, waiting for me to say…no? Is she fucking serious?
“I thought you’d never ask.” I laugh, sitting up and getting off the couch to take off my own clothes. While I’m doing that, she is pushing off her leggings and panties. I grab the condom from my wallet and rip it open, rolling it onto my cock.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll last long to be honest,” I say, my body suddenly ready the moment that I look at her naked form. She’s waiting so patiently on the couch and I take my time painting her in my mind. “You’re so ethereal,” I blurt.
Her cheeks turn red and she curls her fingers at me to come back to her.
Yes, fucking ma’am.
I hop back onto the couch and line myself with her entrance, grabbing one thigh to spread her even wider for me. She’s intently watching the scene unfold as I push my tip and then my length into her. She hisses before I start to massage her inner thighs and then lean down to spit on her clit. Her body shudders.
“Fuck, Lance, you’re so big.” She moans. That does me in, causing me to push to the hilt, stuffing her. Like a damn Christmas stocking.
Just that thought alone gives me an idea. I look back on the other cushion right behind me and there the Christmas lights lay. Hmm .
“Katherine.” I grunt, thrusting harder into her. She’s moaning loud and has her eyes shut tightly as she concentrates on not letting go so soon. “Katherine, look at me,” I say sternly, and she whips her eyes open. Goosebumps line her body and that boosts my ego. She loves it when I order her around. She might love to try to be in charge, but she seems to enjoy me telling her what to do much better.
“Yes, Cowboy?”
Fuuuuck, if I wasn’t already so close, this would put me closer. Much closer .
“Give me your wrists,” I tell her while reaching behind me for the lights. She throws me a quizzical look, but doesn’t ask any questions before she’s reaching her hands toward me. “Good girl,” I say.
“Oh, fuck, don’t say that.” She laughs.
“Why not? I call it like I see it.”
She smirks. “You’re something else, Cowboy.”
I wink at her before pulling the Christmas lights right in front of her to see. Her eyes widen.
“What do you plan to do with that?”
I don’t respond, but instead, I show her. I pull her wrists closer to me and start wrapping her wrists with the Christmas lights. If an outlet was closer to the couch I’d plug these lights in and have her lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Bondage, wow, never done this before.” She blushes.
I begin to pull the lights up and above her, bringing her wrists over her head. She twists a little, getting more comfortable, and I begin to wrap the rest of the length of the lights around her arms before setting the remainder off to the side of the couch.
“Keep them there,” I order her and she nods. This makes my cock twitch and I’m ready to slam into her again. I line my tip up with her entrance once more and she takes a deep breath, eying me before I push inside her.
We waste no time getting into a rhythm again, her hips moving in unison with the way that I’m thrusting into her. She’s tightening around me and I can feel her getting closer and closer. My thumb attaches to her clit and I rub it in smooth, small circles. Her hips rise with her arousal and I know she’s going to come soon.
“Come for me baby, you can do it.” I grunt while thrusting faster into her. She screams my name again and again and I swear that I’ve died and went to heaven with the way she says it. The way my name leaves her lips, it’s pure ecstasy.
“Shit, so close—” I moan before she screams as well.
“Oh, God!” Her body lifts and I slam into her once more before she’s coming and I follow right after. Our bodies are sweaty, her hair a mess. But she looks like a goddess, she always does.
I have just enough strength to pull out, tie the condom and toss it to the ground, and then untangle her from the lights. She’s waiting patiently like a good girl and then once the lights are off, she’s pulling me down on her. We’re breathing heavy and her nails immediately start caressing my neck.
“Jesus, that was better than last time. As impossible as that sounds.”
This brings a giggle out of her. “Honestly, just this— us —is still impossible for me to wrap my head around.” I nuzzle my head in her neck, breathing her in.
“Impossible? No. Unexpected? One hundred percent.”
“Why not impossible?” she asks, continuing to drag her nails down my back.
“It feels right, which means it wasn’t ever not in our cards.”
She stills for a moment before continuing the drag of her nails. “I never thought it that way.”
“Well, now you can,” I whisper, so exhausted from sex, the day, and everything in general. My body is begging for sleep. Her body is warm and so cozy, I could knock out right here on top of her.
“After Bennett, I never thought it would be possible. That it was never in my cards. He got the happy ending and I never did.” Her voice is quiet as she confesses this. I look up and she’s focused on the ceiling.
“We’re all allowed second chances.”
Her eyes become glossy and she takes a deep breath. “Yeah, we are.” She pauses for a moment, swallows, then continues. “I am.”
“Yes, you fucking are. Don’t ever doubt it, Katherine.”
She finally tilts her head to look at me. Despite the tears begging to fall, she keeps her composure. “You’re right. Just took me some time to figure that out.”
“I’ll be here to remind you,” I reassure her. “You’re not destined to stay stuck. You can dream bigger and get what you want. There’s no holding back, Darlin’. And just like you told me, your past shouldn’t define you and never will. It’s up to you to take the steps to change your course.”
She sniffles and takes a deeper breath before exhaling. “I think I already am,” she admits.
And shit, I can say the same for myself. To be honest, life seemed to be turning around very quickly the last two weeks and it’s obvious what it might be. Who it might be.
“That damn mistletoe really did its job, huh?” I suddenly say.
She laughs and turns her body so we’re cuddling, staring at each other. “That damn mistletoe caught me so off guard and yet here we are.”
“Here we are,” I repeat, my heart feeling like it’s grown three times its size just staring at Katherine Pearson.
Here we damn are .