CHAPTER 12
Carol
Christmas
I hear a knock on the door and I slide the paperwork into my bag. I wasn’t able to quite finish everything at the office these past two days, but that’s okay. I can work on it tomorrow or the day after. What I did already complete is stacked so high it’s going to take them at least a week to get through.
I hear a knock on the door and look at my watch. Colt’s early. And he got right into the building. It seems like nothing can keep him away from me.
I look through the peephole, but he’s covering it, most likely with his thumb.
“Who is it?” I tease in my voice impersonation of the girl in the scary movie who’s about to get killed.
“The Big Bad Wolf,” comes back in deep, rich, bass tones. And just like Little Red Riding Hood I’m ready to get eaten.
“Well, in that case,” I say as I slide the chain from the lock and unlock the second lock on the knob.
I open the door and there stands Colt. He’s leaning on the doorjamb as looking sexy as all get out. I could take a picture and sell it as a poster. Girls would pay any price and I’d still sell millions.
“Merry Christmas,” he says as his other hand comes from behind his back and presents me with a lovely arrangement of poinsettias.
“Look what Santa brought,” I say as I give him a big hug. “Oh,” I say when I feel his erection pressing against me. “Looks like he brought lots of gifts.”
“And that one seems ready to be unwrapped,” Colt says.
“Speaking of unwrapping,” I say. “Victoria’s Secret wrapped your gift.”
“Oh did she?”
“Let’s just say it’s going to be a white Christmas.” I say.
“I like the snow, but I like those southern tornados too. That’s how you’re making me feel right now.”
“Oh yeah.”
Colt comes into the apartment and lifts me up off the ground holding me in his arms. I wrap my legs around him just as I hear him kick the door closed.
I had a different idea in mind for how we’d share our first kiss, but I can see the lust in his eyes has other plans. I don’t blame him one bit. I feel it too. After we got so worked up the other night and then had to spend two days apart I can’t even pretend to be able to resist him right now. It took everything I had to focus on my work the last two days. I had to keep catching myself as my mind wandered off to the idea of him taking me on one of the desks in the office. Living out a naughty office romance fantasy with a real life cowboy. Talk about a double whopper.
I take Colt’s face in my hands as he carries me through the house and towards the bedroom. The blinds are open and it’s just started to snow. It’s as if the universe is cooperating.
“Aren’t I heavy?” I ask.
“Light as a goose feather,” he says.
He’s carried me all the way in here like it was nothing. He didn’t even take his eyes off mine. So I’m light as a goose feather and he can multitask while never losing focus of me. Talk about the perfect man.
I run my hands down his rugged jawline, feeling the stubble on his face and the roughness of his skin. This is a man who most certainly has never applied anything to his face other than bar soap and water. I doubt he even owns a moisturizer, sunscreen, or even hand soap. He’s a bar soap shower in the morning followed by bacon and eggs kind of guy. And then he works up a sweat and takes another, unless he uses the garden hose or the creek.
But no shower now. I want to get hot and sweaty with him. To take in his smell as it only gets muskier, more feral, and more potent. Who needs cologne when you’ve got it naturally?
I lean in placing one wrist on top of the other behind his neck as my forearms rest on his shoulders.
He’s not saying anything, just looking at me. I can’t take it anymore. I close the distance between us and my lips crash into his. It’s far from a one-sided kiss. The instant I feel his lips on mine fireworks explode in my mind then suddenly I feel his mouth press back even harder than I’m pressing into his.
I feel one of his hands release its grip from my bottom and quickly it’s on the back of my head. His fingers massage the back of my scalp before trickling down my neck and then massaging my shoulders. They slide back up again and he’s running his fingers through my hair and pressing my lips harder into his, not that my lips needed any help.
I want him so bad right now. I want him inside me and I don’t want to wait.
He takes a step forward and my back presses against the wall. I hear a picture drop from the wall and I don’t even care. Pictures frames are replaceable, memories like these are once in a lifetime.
His hand continues maneuvering against the back of my scalp while his other hand squeezes my ass hard.
Suddenly I feel him release as he tosses me onto my bed.
“Oh! The tiger is on the prowl,” I say as I tear off my dress.
Colt reaches for that big buckle of his and unhooks it without saying a word. That smirk of his has returned to his face as he slides the deep, dark leather though the belt loops until the belt is free.
He folds it in half and then pulls it tight in his hands causing it to emit a cracking sound.
“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”
“I’ve been very, very naughty,” I say.
“Santa doesn’t like a naughty girl,” Colt says. “But I sure do.”
Colt comes flying at me on the bed. He grabs me by the waist and flips me over. I try to claw at the sheets to get away, but he’s too strong and too fast…plus I want to be caught anyways.
A giggle escapes me at our little game as I feel my middle laid out across his lap.
“Are naughty girls allowed to wear white?” Colt asks. I turn my head back and see him nearly salivating as he stares at my ass which is draped over his lap.
“I haven’t been naughty in every way,” I say in my best Marilyn Monroe voice. “And I saved one particular gift just for you cowboy.”
His head quickly rotates toward mine and he locks those beautiful eyes of his on mine as he realizes the meaning of my words.
“You’re turning me into an animal,” he says.
“That’s my intention,” I say.
“But this requires something special, not what I had in mind.”
“What you have in mind is exactly what I have in mind,” I say. “I want to be fucked into next week.”
“Do you know what you’re really saying?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
Colt squeezes my ass cheek hard over the top of my white panties. He’s kneading it like a loaf of bread, but the only thing that’s rising is his cock. I can feel it struggling against his jeans as it presses into me.
“Arrr,” he says as he leans forward and bites my ass!
“Oh my god,” I say. I’m not sure what I’ve done but I’ve clearly let loose the beast inside him.