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She slides her hand into mine as we walk toward the tree. “Should we open presents first?” I ask her, carrying the box to the tree, which only had one present under it since Colson destroyed the rest while unwrapping his earlier this morning.
“Yes.” She claps her hands together. “You go first.” She unwraps her fingers from my hand.
“We could do it at the same time,” I offer her.
“No.” She shakes her head. “The whole point of giving a gift is seeing the person open it.”
She sits on the couch as I put the box down on the table and take the bow off. Finding a round box inside the square box, I pull the top off and gasp. Sitting there is the top of a cowboy hat, the color a warm caramel. As I pick it up, the softness of the felt is smooth under my fingertips. My eyes go from the beautiful hat to the beautiful woman sitting in front of me. “If you don’t like it, it’s fine,” she says, nervous. “You can’t return it since I had it branded.” I look at her as she gets up from her seat and comes over to me, turning the hat in my hand, allowing me to see the GJM initials. “The woman said, if you wanted, you could send it back in and add whatever you needed to add.”
“This is…” I look at the hat. “It reminds me of my grandpa Billy’s hat.” I laugh. “Not the one he wears to the barn. The one he wears on special occasions. The one he wears to church and to weddings and baptisms.” I blink and swallow the lump in my chest. “When I was growing up, he would put it on my head.” I place the hat on my head. “This one might even be nicer.” I try to make a joke out of it, but there is no laughter. “Thank you, Sweetheart.” I tilt my head to the side to kiss her.
“I’m glad you like it,” she returns softly. “I knew it would look kick-ass on you.” She kisses under my jaw. “I might have you wear it later when you do me.” She winks at me and makes me laugh, something she does so easily. She can bust my balls and make me go mad, but with a couple of words I’ll forget it all, and the only thing I want to do is laugh.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I disengage from her, going to the tree and picking up the box I have under there. “Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” I hand her the box that has little Christmas trees all over it. She puts the box on her lap as she rips and tears the wrapping off it.
She looks at the box and her eyes go big. “Is this?” she asks me but doesn’t wait for me to answer her before she pulls the top off and moves the white tissue paper aside to uncover a pair of light-brown cowboy boots. “Oh my God.” She picks one up. “These are—” She looks at the ivory stitching on the side of the boot, her fingertip trailing the design up and down.
“I don’t know if you’ll ever wear those in the city,” I try to make it into a joke, “but if you ever come back, at least you have a pair to ride Fireball with.”
She looks at me with tears in her eyes. “This has to be the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”
I shake my head, knowing she probably got other things that are more thoughtful. “I might have you wear them when you do me later.” I turn the joke around on her and she just smiles at me.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She gets up, coming to me. “Thank you, Gabriel.” She tilts her head back.
“Stay with me,” I urge softly. “You have three days left.” My throat gets tight. “I want you to stay with me for those days. No outside noise. No leaving. Just us. Here in my house. Together.” She wraps her arms around my waist. “Can you do that?” I sound like I’m begging her, but I don’t care. She has three more days here, and I want them all. Every second of the day, I want to be with her.
She bats her eyes. “Okay,” she answers softly, and I pick her up, carrying her to my bedroom. Her eyes never leave mine, so I hope she sees how much she has come to mean to me. I put her down at the foot of my bed before my mouth finds hers. Her tongue slides with mine as I slowly pull the sweater up her thighs, over her hips, letting her mouth go so I can pull it off her and drop it beside her feet. My mouth finds hers again, but this time, her hands pull off my sweater. Both of us take the time with each other. We’ve been naked with each other, but it’s as if we are both making this last longer. Both of us cementing it into our memories. We’ve gotten down to me in my boxers and her standing here in a matching red bra and panties.
She runs her hands up my naked chest. Her fingertips feel like a feather touching me. My hands come up to the strap of her bra, pulling it down so I can suck her nipple into my mouth. Her fingers slide into my hair as she holds my head. I move over to the other nipple before turning her around, putting her back against my chest as I lead her to the side of the bed. Unclipping her bra and letting it slide to our feet, I move my hand to roll her nipples between my fingers as I kiss the side of her neck. She pushes her ass back into my hard cock, making us both groan. My hand slides down her stomach, and I can feel her shivering in my arms as I slide my hands into her panties and slip a finger into her. “Gabriel,” she whispers, her hips moving with me as I bend to the side and suck her nipple into my mouth. Her hands reach behind her to grab me. “I need you in me.” She looks down at me. “Please.”
I nod, my hand coming out of her and her panties to peel them off her. She steps out of them as she turns and gets on the bed, right in the middle. Her head is on the pillows, and her hair is spread out all around her. Her legs spread for me, her wetness on display as well. I get rid of my boxers before I put a knee on the bed and move to her. Holding my cock in my hand, I rub it up and down her slit, her legs hooking onto my hips. Our eyes connect as I slide into her. One hand moves beside her shoulder while the other is beside her head. She wraps one hand around my forearm, and the other one grips my neck. I bend my head to kiss her. I thrust into her a couple of times before she moves her hands to my hair and her feet lock behind me. I pull out and then slowly slam back in, over and over again. Neither of us says a word as we look into each other’s eyes. She gets tighter, and I know she’s almost there, and so am I.
“Cowboy,” she calls me by my nickname as she puts both hands on my face, bringing my mouth down to hers before her fingers hold my chin. I speed up, slamming into her over and over again. The sounds of us panting and skin slapping together fill the room. I move my lips away from her as I watch her come before me. Her neck arching and her head turning to the side, her mouth opens to moan, making my balls tight. “Cowboy.” She contracts on my cock, over and over again. I look down at where we meet, my cock pulling out of her to the tip before slamming back into her until I can’t take it anymore. I plant myself into her. Her name is barely a whisper on my lips, and I bury my face in her neck. She wraps her whole body around me, tightening her legs, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me even more into her. We both stay like that until I slide out of her and get off the bed.
Neither of us says a word as I walk to the bathroom to get a cloth for her. I turn on the hot water and then the cold water, tossing the rag under the stream. My head hangs down, as the pinch in my chest gets tighter and tighter. My head swims with all of the thoughts it shouldn’t be swimming with. I’m so into my head that I don’t hear her enter the bathroom before I feel her put a hand on my back and then kiss it. “You okay, Cowboy?” I look at her in the mirror and hide it all down, grinning.
“Yeah.” I grab the rag. “Just tired, I guess.” The excuse is laughable, but she lets me have it.
“We should take a nice long bath and then have a campout on the couch.” She walks over to the tub I never wanted to have, but installed to make my mother and grandmother happy.
“That sounds like a great plan,” I tell her, watching her set the water temperature before climbing in.
“Are you going to join me,” she asks as she sits at one side, “or are you just going to watch me?”
“Both of those sound great to me.” I push away from the counter and get into the tub with her.
We spend three days in my house, neither of us leaving. Sitting side by side as we watch television or at least try to watch, until one of us has enough of it and it ends up with us having sex on the couch. We cook side by side and by we, I mean, I cook and she sets the table. We fuck, we eat, we sleep.
What we don’t do is talk about what is going to happen when she leaves. Even when I drive her back to Sofia’s house and watch her pack her bags, we don’t say a word. I put her bag into my truck, taking her to the plane. We make one stop before that, to Fireball, taking her on one last ride before she really has to leave.
I stand here in front of my truck with her in my arms, looking down at her with the wind blowing her hair all over the place. “You be good, Sweetheart,” I say and she nods. I can see the tears in her eyes as she blinks them away.
“Thank you for the best two weeks a woman could ask for, Cowboy.” She kisses me softly before my arms fall from around her. She walks to the plane, holding on to the railing as she steps up. With each step, my heart pounds harder and harder until she gets to the last one and turns around one last time. I can see the tear on her cheek as she smiles through it, holding up her hand. I move my hand up to the rim of the cowboy hat, pulling it down a touch to tell her goodbye while silently telling her I love her. She disappears into the plane, and the door closes. I stand here leaning back against my truck, watching the love of my life disappear into the clouds.
21
ZARA
