Chapter 29
29
Colt Bishop
“ I cannot believe I let you talk me into this,” William grumbles beside me as he adjusts the scarf around his neck for the tenth time in the last seven minutes. “It’s freezing out here.”
Chuckling, I nudge him with my elbow. “Oh, would you relax, you big grump.”
“I can’t relax when my body is enduring such freezing temperatures.”
William’s dramatics make me laugh because he’s normally such a put-together man. Apparently, frigid weather is his breaking point. “Well, if you quit your bitchin’, we can hurry up and find a tree, then get some hot cocoa when we’re done.”
Christmas is coming up in a few weeks, and it’s my favorite holiday. Every year, I make it a point to fully decorate my house, both inside and out, and this year will be no exception. With some convincing, a whole lot of puppy dog eyes, and some pretty damn impressive road head—if I do say so myself—I talked William into coming with me to pick out my Christmas tree. I purposely picked one outside of Copper Lake to avoid the chance of running into anybody who may tattle on us to my parents, which is more than a little inconvenient, but neither of us is ready to take that step yet.
It's been about a month since William and I made up at my parents’ house, and I think I speak for both of us when I say we’ve been enjoying this little bubble we’re in. Not that I think telling my parents will change anything, but I do know it’ll put a damper on things, and I’m just not ready for that yet. I’ve been really busy lately with physical therapy and training, and I’ve been helping out down at the arena where I can. Helping the team get ready for upcoming events or assisting with fundraisers, mentoring a high school rodeo kid; really anything to keep me busy and feel like I’m being productive, so we’ve only been seeing each other a few times a week. But I look forward to every moment I get to spend with him.
It’s how I envision dating like it’s supposed to be… something I have no prior experience with considering everybody in my past has been one, maybe two, nights before I never see them again. Something I didn’t expect myself to enjoy so much. I’d be lying if I said the fact of telling my dad doesn’t hang over my head like a dark cloud, though. When William and I first started fooling around, the idea of my dad finding out didn’t bother me. I don’t know if it’s because I didn’t really see this going anywhere, so telling him seemed like a far-off thing that would never happen, but lately, it’s on my mind constantly. My mom’s words from that day in her kitchen come back to me daily… ‘you’re a good man.’ Will she still think I’m a good man when all of this comes out? Am I going to disappoint her? Hurt my dad? The thought guts me, but I try to push it out of my mind because at the end of the day, like I told William, we’re two consenting adults. Hopefully, that’s enough. It has to be, because the more time I spend with William, the more I find myself falling for him.
Like right now, for example, when William and I are walking around the tree farm, his heavily gloved hand in mine—another thing I didn’t expect to like so much—as we search for one that I like. Coupley things that seemed so cheesy and mundane to me before, now feel swoony and comforting.
After a while, we find a winner. Actually, we find two winners—one for both of our houses. Unlike National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, we do not chop down our own trees here, the staff handles it all for us. After informing us that they’ll have the trees for us up at the front, William and I head toward the area that’s heavily lit with Christmas lights, music playing, and heaters blasting all around.
“Oh, they have apple cinnamon donuts,” I say with much more enthusiasm than I mean to, reading the sign while we wait in line. “You want a couple of those to go with the hot cocoa?”
That seems to perk him up. “Yeah, that sounds great.”
“Why don’t you go find us a seat near the heaters while I order.”
Reaching for his pocket, he nods. “Okay, let me give you some cash.”
“Put your money away, Frosty.” I chuckle. “This was my idea tonight, so it’s my treat.”
He gives me the same annoyed expression he’s given me every time I offer to pay. I’m coming to realize William is very old-fashioned in that sense, and while it’s endearing, I make more than enough to foot the bill.
Luckily, the line moves pretty quick, and before long, I have our drinks and a white paper bag full of fresh donuts that smell way too damn good. By the time I reach William, I’ve already convinced myself that I’ll need to order a dozen more before we leave to eat at home.
“You gonna help me decorate my house, Doc?” I ask, passing him his drink and a donut, along with a napkin. Taking a giant bite out of the cinnamon sugary pastry, I groan because it tastes even better than it smells.
“Do you want me to?” His brow raises.
“Obviously.” I chuckle. “Do you think your dad will like the tree we got for your place?”
Finishing chewing first, he nods and says, “The holidays are hard on my dad since my mom died, but I think he’s going to love it.”
“That makes sense.” My heart aches for Roger. I can’t imagine being with somebody as long as he was with William’s mom, celebrating each holiday every single year, and then one year, they’re gone. It has to feel empty. “Maybe he can come over with you to help decorate my house, and then we can all go to yours to decorate over there. We can play some Christmas music, have some spiked eggnog, and lift his spirits.”
His eyes glisten as he watches me for a moment, a smile spreading across his lips. Leaning in, he runs his tongue along my bottom lip, surprising me. “Had a little sugar,” he explains with a sexy grin before pressing his mouth to mine for a sugary-sweet kiss. “Didn’t take you as the Christmas spirit type,” he says as he pulls back.
“Oh, I’m very serious about it,” I reply in a stern voice that makes William chuckle.
“When do you leave for Vegas?”
“Next Monday,” I reply before bringing the Styrofoam cup up to my mouth and taking a sip of the rich hot cocoa. Next week marks the start of National Finals Rodeo, and while I clearly won’t be competing in finals this year, several of my buddies will, and I want to be there for them, so I’ll be flying to Las Vegas, where the event is held.
“How are you feeling about all of that?” William asks.
“I’m excited,” I say, meaning it. “Part of me wondered if I would dread the entire trip because, in all honesty, and not to sound conceited?—”
“You, conceited? Never.”
“Ha ha, Doc. You’re so funny.”
He smirks, looking pretty pleased with himself. “I know.”
“As I was saying,” I mutter, feigning exasperation. “Had I not been injured, I’m willing to bet my left nut that I would’ve made it to finals, so I worried I would maybe resent my friends for making it. Which, I know sounds shitty, but that isn’t the case at all. I’m pumped to go to Vegas with a handful of my closest friends to celebrate their success. I’m genuinely so happy for them.”
Nodding, he says, “I think it’s natural to worry about that given your situation, Colt, but I’m glad you’re able to go and be there for your friends. I’m sure they’ll appreciate having you there.”
Once we’re finished eating, we make our way toward the front to pay for the trees. William scoffs again when I refuse to let him pay for either of them. It doesn’t take long for the two of us to strap ’em both into the bed of my truck, but by the time we get into the cab, and I turn it on, William is scowling at me all over again because he’s cold.
“You’re kind of a baby when it comes to the cold,” I muse as I pull out of the parking lot. “Has anybody ever told you that?” Shooting daggers at me, he says nothing. Laughing, I ask, “How the hell did you live your entire life in Copper Lake up until you moved away, and you’re this bad at handling winter?”
“I simply don’t like it,” he deadpans, rubbing his hands together in front of himself so vigorously I wouldn’t be surprised if he started a fire.
“Don’t worry,” I drawl, peering over at him before focusing on the road. “I’ll warm you right up once we get back to my house.”
Something like a growl sounds in the back of his throat, and he slides his hand over to my thigh, squeezing as I try to focus on driving. Having to go out of town for this damn tree really sucks when all I want to do is get home and devour William. About thirty long minutes later, I pull into my driveway, and I’m wound up tight. He’s done nothing but tease me the whole drive. Putting the truck in park, I leave it on as I take off my seatbelt and slide onto William’s lap.
He breathes out a laugh, hands finding purchase on my ass as my lips crash down on his. I kiss William with fervor, my blood on fire, doused in my need for him, and he kisses me back just as fiercely. I love how he always seems to want me just as much as I want him, and he’s not afraid to show it.
Making out like a couple of horny teenagers who are out past curfew for a while, we finally break apart, breathless, lips slick and swollen, and I need him more than ever. “Let’s get this tree inside so we can finish what we just started,” I whisper against his mouth before begrudgingly climbing off his lap.
Once inside, we get my tree set up, but agree to wait until tomorrow when he can come back over with his dad to do the decorating.
The air between us is practically sizzling as we work as fast as we can to get it set up. Electricity shoots between us, our eyes dancing over to one another every few moments, and it’s like my skin is on fire already, the anticipation of what’s about to come almost too much. Once I’m satisfied the tree won’t tip over in our absence, I take a step back, keeping my eyes trained on William as I toe out of my shoes and begin shedding off the many layers of clothing I’m wearing. First, my beanie, then my scarf, letting both drop to the floor while the weight of William’s gaze washes over my body like a physical force. Next, I unzip my jacket, shrugging out of that before reaching behind my head and tugging off my shirt. The only thing left are my pants and my briefs, which I slowly work down my legs while William then begins undressing in a similar fashion.
The lights are off and the room is silent, only the sounds of our breathing and the clothes hitting the floor, which somehow amplifies the tension between us. We haven’t even touched each other yet, and I already feel so keyed up. My heart races, blood pumping hot through my veins, as it feels like my skin is on fire. I need him something fierce, and every single second spent watching him strip for me is agonizing and thrilling all at once. Once he’s fully undressed, we both take a step, then another, meeting in the middle of the room. I couldn’t even say who made the first move, our bodies colliding in a mess of limbs and lips and tongues.
Despite us being out in the cold not that long ago, his body is burning up against mine, sending all the blood in my body down south. I’m hard and throbbing in no time, and we’ve barely begun. Standing in the middle of the living room, bodies flush, lips locked, we lose ourselves to one another for a while before I begrudgingly pull away and take his hand, leading him back to my bedroom.
The moonlight spills in through the crack in the curtains, covering us in an ethereal glow while our hands and mouths find each other once more as we fall onto the bed. Lying in the center, I spread my legs, making room for William to blanket my body with his. He kisses me slowly, sensually. His tongue caressing mine as his large, warm hand trails down my body with featherlight touches. Fingers brushing against my sensitive, taut nipple, a tremble rolls down my spine as a groan builds in my throat.
William’s lips leave mine, trailing a path along my jawline, down to my neck. Peppering his kisses along the area, he works his way down, leaving nothing untouched. His tongue flicks across the hardened bud, sending a shock wave of pleasure through my body before he continues his descent. As he gets farther down my abdomen, I prop myself up on my elbows, glancing down at him with a heavy gaze.
Peering up at me through his thick, dark lashes, William smirks before sinking all the way down, and running the flat of his tongue along the very hard length of my cock. I gasp as his lips wrap around the swollen tip, sucking hard as he lowers down, taking more of me in his mouth. By the time I’m seated in his throat, it’s an effort to not let my eyelids flutter closed. The heat, the wetness, the suction, the sight of my cock in William’s mouth… it’s all so fucking good.
Head bobbing up and down with skilled precision, his hand cups my balls, rolling them around in his palm, tugging on them gently.
“Fuck, Doc, that feels amazing,” I moan, letting my head fall back for a moment as he deep throats me, the sounds coming out of him only intensifying the pleasure.
A whimper falls past my lips when he removes his mouth and hands, but then I watch as he reaches for the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube from the drawer, and my heart pounds in my chest with giddy anticipation. William takes his time prepping me, making sure I’m stretched enough to welcome his thick girth. By the time he’s finished, my body is flushed, burning up, and sweat coats every inch of my body. I’m so fucking ready for him to fill me up.
Coating his length in the cool gel, he peers up at me as he pumps his cock a few times. His ocean blues are nearly black with desire, glossed over, and his jaw is slack. He’s as gone as I am, and I fucking love it. “I can’t wait to sink into this tight fucking hole. My hole,” he growls, lining himself up.
The possessiveness in his tone ignites something feral deep inside of me, and I can’t help myself. I reach down, wrapping a tight fist around my aching length as I feel the blunt tip press against my entrance. His eyes never leaving mine, William pushes past the tight muscle, easing in inch by inch. The pressure and the burn are intense, quickly morphing into a white-hot pleasure that I can feel down in my toes. Once he’s fully sheathed, we groan in unison as he gives my body a moment to adjust.
William pushes my thighs forward, gaze dipping down to take in where our bodies meet. A growl rumbles in his chest. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how perfect you look taking my cock.” Using his thumb, he traces my hole lazily. “So fucking tight, and all mine, isn’t it?”
Heat spreads through my veins as he glances up at me beneath his lashes, a sexy smirk tugged on his lips. I can do nothing more than nod.
“That’s right,” he purrs. “This ass is mine.” Reaching up, he swats my hand away, replacing it with his own. “This beautiful cock is mine.” The pads of his fingers dance up my abdomen and throat before he pushes two digits past my parted lips. My tongue immediately spears between them, lips closing around them and sucking. “And this mouth,” he growls, pulling his cock out to the tip before sinking back in to the hilt. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
My eyes roll back from how full I feel, from the pleasure soaring through my body. William pulls his fingers out of my mouth, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck as he lowers his body onto mine. His hips rock into me with long, deep, rough strokes, and the way his body blankets mine creates the perfect amount of friction against my throbbing length. His mouth is a hairsbreadth away, his hot breath fanning my face while his thick, delicious cock splits me open. Every sense is drenched in William, and I can’t get enough.
“That feel good, baby?”
I nod, lips parting. “Yes… fuck yes.”
“That’s it,” he coos, the grin on his face making my stomach flutter. “Let me hear how I make you feel, boy. I fucking love it when you’re loud.”
Adjusting his position in the slightest, his cock now brushes over my prostate with each stroke. My body is lit up like a strip of live wire. “Oh, fuck, like that,” I gasp. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Using his thumb to my chin, he turns my head, bringing his mouth to my ear. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping,” he rasps, teeth nipping at my lobe. The pain mixes with the pleasure, making for an intoxicating concoction. “If I could live here, inside of you like this, I would. You’re everything , Colt. Fucking everything.”
Hands grappling at his sweat-glistened back, I turn my head, lips colliding with his. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, flicking against mine as he fucks me in slow, deep strokes. The air around us shifts, and suddenly, this feels different. It feels more. I can’t explain it. The way he’s worshipping my mouth, giving me everything I need with his cock. This moment is heady, it’s suffocating in the very best way.
My throat tightens as I give myself over to William fully. He’s owning every single part of me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His tongue lashes into my mouth, tasting me, savoring me. His teeth nip my bottom lip. His cock sets my body ablaze. And the friction from his body rubbing along my dick is enough to send me over the edge.
Heart racing, my chest heaves with ragged breaths. My body is overheated and sensitive. Pressure builds low in my abdomen, pleasure amplifying, every nerve ending on fire. “William… fuck,” I gasp into his mouth. “I’m going to come.”
His kiss turns ravenous as he fucks me impossibly deeper, and I simply can’t hold on any longer. My muscles are coiled tight, balls full and drawn up to my body, and like a hair trigger, I detonate. With my head thrown back, I cry out as my cock pulses, spilling cum all over us while wave after wave of pleasure rocks me to my core, tingles spreading through my limbs. William’s mouth finds my throat, and I feel his teeth sink into the flesh as his body stills, his own release taking hold of him.
Time stands still as we remain wrapped up in one another, both of us trying to calm down our erratic breathing. My sticky release covers both of us, and his spent cock stays inside of me, neither of us seeming to want to move. I turn my head again, lips finding his as I throw my all into this one kiss. It’s deep, sensual, and sends goosebumps all over my body. I don’t know how it’s possible to feel so much from a single kiss, but it’s like that all the time with William.
After a while, he finally rolls off of me, heading into the bathroom. He comes back out with a warm washcloth, and he cleans my stomach up before cleaning himself up. After he tosses it in the hamper, he climbs back into bed, pulling me into his chest. I have no clue how long we lie here, but it’s long enough for us to doze off.
Everything about today has been utter perfection. I never want it to end.