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“I can’t wait,” she retorts and takes a step away from me when she hears Colson coming back. “Okay, where do you want me?”
“On your knees in front of me,” I tease, right before Colson gets to us. “You can direct us in,” I tell her, grabbing the tree by the bottom and sliding it out until the middle. “I’m going to grab this end.” I point at the bottom and the middle. “Colson, get the top.”
“On it, Dad,” he states, coming over. The two of us carry the tree into the house while Zara tells us left or right. We get into the house, and I can hear the pine needles falling, making a trail all the way from the front door past the office on the left and the game room that Colson took over on the right.
We go into the massive family room that leads to the kitchen, taking it straight to the corner of the room, right near the back patio door. “I love this room,” Zara announces, looking around. “The tall ceilings are amazing with the wooden beams showing.” She looks around. “And the couch is a perfect shade of ecru.”
“Ecru?” Colson asks.
“She means beige,” I fill him in and smile at her. “Okay.” I take off my gloves when the tree is in the holder. “I’ll go get the boxes from the garage.” I look at Colson. “Show Zara the house.” I stop. “But not my bedroom. I’ll give her that tour.” I wink at her while she plans my murder, walking out of the house smiling.
17
ZARA
I look out the window at the forest in front of me, seeing birds flying in and out of the trees while the sun tries to peek out from the gray sky today. It looks like it’s going to storm, but it still looks so peaceful. I take a sip of my coffee and fold my legs under me, thinking about how much fun I had yesterday. Was I nervous to meet Colson? One thousand percent. Did I fall in love with him in less than two hours? Also, one thousand percent.
Then standing with them and decorating their tree while he pointed out all the decorations they’d gotten over the years. I came right home and ordered five ornaments for myself that will make me remember this Christmas. Although I don’t think I’ll ever forget this particular one, but I wanted the keepsakes anyway. They drove me home to ensure I was safe, and I quickly kissed Gabriel before he had to go back home and be a dad. I can see from the day I spent with them that he loves every second of it. I’m finishing my coffee when there is a knock on the door. Putting the mug down, I walk to the front door, opening and seeing him standing there wearing jeans and his jacket. The smile fills my face until my cheeks hurt. His hair looks like he just ran his hands through it. “Well, good morning, Cowboy,” I greet right before he steps into the house, wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me to him. “This is a nice surprise.”
“You really need to give me your phone number,” he mumbles right before he kisses the ever-loving shit out of me. My legs wrap around his waist as he does it. It is the kiss I didn’t know I needed this morning. It’s the kiss I didn’t know I wanted this morning. It is the kiss I don’t know how I’ll forget once I leave. I wrap one arm around his shoulder as I reach up to hold his cheek. Our tongues play the tango as he turns and pushes me against the door. “I don’t have that much time. I have to get to the barn,” he says when he finally lets my mouth go.
“How much time you got?” I ask him breathlessly. “Can you fuck fast?”
He groans before turning back and walking to the stairs. The minute he gets to the top, it’s full steam ahead. Each of us trying to get the other person naked until he’s falling onto me on the side of the bed. I shimmy my way to the middle, and in two moves, his mouth is between my legs, but not for long. Enough time for me to close my eyes and move my fingers into his hair. Enough time for me to want more of him. Enough time to get me wet because he’s then on his knees, his cock in his hand, rubbing up and down my slit before ramming into me. My back arches off the bed, and he arches his back, shoving his cock deeper into me. “Fuck, that’s good.” I lift my legs to his sides. “Now fuck me, Cowboy,” I urge him as he leans down on his elbows, his mouth claiming me as he fucks me hard, fast, and wild. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like this before. Actually, I haven’t. I’ve come at least three times by the time he’s telling me he’s close. “My mouth,” I groan, “I want you in my mouth.”
“Then sit up,” he orders me, “and spread your legs so I can fuck my fingers into you while I fuck your face.” I sit up and grab his cock in my hand, swallowing as much as I can. “Open that throat for me.” He moves his hips, hissing when I take him deeper than I ever have. His fingers slide past my clit and then into me. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles as he pinches one of my nipples before moving his hand into my hair to grip it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now.” I moan as his finger slides over my G-spot. “And you’re going to take it the way I want you to take it.” I close my eyes as he thrusts more into my mouth. “Going to paint your mouth with my cum and watch you swallow every drop.” His thumb moves side to side on my clit. “Look at you”—my eyes open to look up at him—“choking on my cock like a good girl.” The need to take him all the way to the root is so strong, but I know I will literally choke. “That’s it, Sweetheart.” He thrusts his hips forward. “Take it,” he demands between clenched teeth before he throws his head back and groans, shooting right down my throat. My hand moves up and down, helping squeeze all of his cum out for him, taking it all. I feel the power in me that I made him lose control this way. I’m the one who did that. There is no second-guessing when it’s with us. He knows how much I like his cock, and I know how much he loves either my mouth or my pussy. Both sides mean I win.
His hips move slower as he slips his fingers out of me, and then his cock plops out of my mouth. “Fuck, I thought I was going to die,” he admits to me, bending to kiss my lips. “I have never come so hard in my life.”
I smile and flip my hair over my shoulder. “I’ll take that compliment.” I lean forward to kiss his hip. “It wasn’t bad for me either.”
He laughs, and I get the flutters in my chest. “Not too bad, I thought you were going to strangle my dick.” He gets off the bed, holding out a hand for me, and I climb out of bed with him. “Now let’s get cleaned up so I can start my day.” He slaps my ass, pushing me out the door. I bend down to collect my clothing as I walk to the bathroom and turn on the sink before grabbing two washcloths. We both take care of ourselves, and when we walk back down the stairs, we are both dressed again.
I stop in front of the door, getting on my tippy-toes. “What are you doing for dinner?” he asks me.
“Not sure, why?”
“I don’t have Colson,” he starts, “and the bar is closed today, so how about we have dinner together?”
“Yeah, why don’t you come over, and I’ll cook you dinner?” The minute I say the words, my head laughs at me, and before I can take them back, he’s kissing me and leaving.
“I’ll come by when I’m done,” he throws over his shoulder. “What time do you finish working?”
“Around four-ish,” I say, thinking I might have to be done at noon so I can run out and grab food since I have yet to make it to the grocery store.
“I’ll be here then.” He winks at me. “Have a good day, Sweetheart.”
“You too, Cowboy.” I hold up my hand. “If you see Fireball, tell her I said hello.”
He chuckles. “Will do.”
I close the door and put my head against it before rushing to my phone and checking to see it is 4:00 a.m. in LA, so I can’t call Zoey. Instead, I call Sofia, who answers the phone in a whisper, “Hello.”
“Hey,” I say, closing my eyes, “I need you to tell me the simplest recipe to cook.”
“What?” she gasps. “Why?”
“Gabriel asked what I was doing for dinner, and I was like ‘do you want to have dinner’ and invited him over.” She groans. “And we both know cooking is not my strong point.”
