A Cowboy for Christmas: McKenzie Cousins Book 8 (Novella) Read online

  “My grandparents have been together forever.” I grin. “My parents too. Not forty years, but they’ve been together a long time, and they’re still very much in love.” I smile whimsically. “The McKenzie family know when they find someone special.”

  “And what do you see when you look at me?” Geary asks quietly while opening the door to our room. He shuffles me inside so I take his hand and lead him over to one of the chairs by the fire.

  I climb on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “When I look at you Geary, I see a good honest man. One who makes my heart flutter in my chest when he looks at me. I see a man who has inner strength and a man who knows what he wants and goes after it.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’m exactly where I want to be this Christmas, Geary, and it’s with you.”

  Geary brushes the hair back from my shoulder before he lifts his hand and caresses along my cheek and jaw. “When I look at you Olivia, I see my future.”

  6

  Geary

  My words have caught her off guard and I hold my breath wondering how she’ll react. I hadn’t meant to let them fall from my lips, however, after watching the other couple this evening I hadn’t wanted to hold back. I wanted to be totally upfront with her. I just hoped I hadn’t blown it because I have no idea what Olivia wants.

  Then her lips curve upwards and her eyes light with happiness. “I want you Geary,” the lightness dims, “but can we just spend Christmas together without worrying about what comes later.” She drops her forehead to mine. “I know we need to talk.” She presses her lips to mine in the sweetest of kisses. “I want to spend time with you without having to worry about anything else.”

  I grip the back of her head and hold her close, a breath away from my mouth. “I want you anyway I can have you.” I close the gap between us and crush my lips to her plump and ready lips. The moan she releases into my mouth hardens my body and I arch my hips, rubbing my cock against her pussy, desperate for relief.

  Olivia grinds down and my eyes roll, and then I feel the sudden loss of her heat when she wiggles free, dropping to her knees in front of me. There is a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she makes quick work of my zipper before she’s reaching in and wrapping one of her small hands around my hard and throbbing flesh. Her touch alone makes me harder and precum rushing along my shaft has my balls heavy with need.

  “Watch me, Geary.” She blows over the broad head that is purple and wet, ready to burst. “Watch everything I’m going to do to you.”

  I swallow hard and have a difficult time holding my release back because the feel of her lapping at my dick is driving me insane. The feel of her hand jerking me off, the feel of her other massaging my balls, and the fucking sight of her on her knees with her mouth opened wide swallowing me sets off the volcano in my balls.

  My hands reach for her hair and I grip the long strands in my hands as I explode down her throat. Her mouth is wet and warm and her throat so tight that semen pours out of me until there’s nothing left. Even then she doesn’t stop and laps at me to the point that I’m hardening again.

  “That was so hot,” she whispers, lust thick and heavy in her voice. “I need you Geary.”

  I smirk and leaning forward, I grab her up in my arms and toss her to the bed. “I want you coming on my face.”

  She lets out a guttural moan while ripping her clothing off. I laugh and kneeling on the floor at her feet, I grab her ankles and tug her toward me. Her eyes are heavy with lust as I hold her gaze and kiss the top of her mound. Olivia shudders, her legs going slack in my arms.

  With a smirk I’m unable to hide, I drape her deliciously smooth legs over my shoulders and finally move my gaze between her legs and catch my breath while my cock swells and presses against the bed.

  Olivia is beautiful all over and her wet pussy is waiting for my touch. I spread her open to my eyes and groan at the sight of the swollen folds and the tight wet hole where my cock belongs. She’s gorgeous and she’s all mine. Growling, I dip my head and trail my tongue through the wet folds of her sex and moan at the taste of her on my lips. She arches and then I feel her fingers in my hair, holding me against her while she rubs her aching pussy on my mouth.

  It’s a hot and heavy turn-on for me to watch her lose control the way she is with me. In fact I’m so turned on right now that I’m sure I’m going to come when she does…if not before. Her legs tremble and the little pants coming from her lips have my hips pressing against the bed to try and ease the ache in my groin.

  The moment I slip my tongue inside of her, Olivia throws her head back and comes. I lap up every bit of her release and before she’s finished, I quickly rise up and thrust into her. My cock is so hard and desperate, my body throbbing and, with only one thrust, I spill inside of her.

  Grunting, my dick pulsates and throbs with every release of semen I pump into her tight body. Olivia’s body tightens around me and she stills moments before she gasps and convulses. Her inner body throbs and tugs around my shaft, dragging more and more pleasure from my body while she’s in the throws of her own enjoyment.

  Seconds tick by and all I hear is the sound of blood rushing through my ears while my body lies sated and exhausted on top of the woman I’m in love with.

  “You make everything perfect, Geary,” Olivia whispers into my neck on a soft, satisfied sigh.

  I slip my body from hers and wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly and roll us to the side. Her head stays tucked under my chin as I press a soft lingering kiss there. “You’re my everything,” I whisper, not sure she hears me as her breathing evens out and she slips into sleep.

  Unable to let her go, I keep her close and try to settle, which I eventually do.

  7

  Olivia

  Watching from the car window as Geary slowly navigates into town, I find it hard to believe that so much snow has been dumped on the town overnight. I’m used to the winter months, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen it so bad. The roads were cleared at first light so the snow has been pushed toward the side in deep piles.

  Geary glances at me as a shiver runs over me at the weather outside the warmth of the truck. I smile. “Concentrate on the roads and not me.”

  He frowns. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been quiet since I woke you up.”

  I realize he really is worried. “I loved having you wake me, especially in the way that you did.” I blow him a kiss and laugh. “There is so much snow it made me shiver.”

  The man is wicked as his eyes light with mirth. The things he can do with his mouth make me squirm to get comfortable in the seat—he knows it too and throws his head back, laughing. “Don’t think I don’t know where your mind is at,” he chuckles and reaches for his groin, doing some rearranging. “Who knew I’d get hard as fuck in this cold weather?”

  I roll my eyes. “Your truck is heated, so don’t worry, as soon as we step outside it will all shrivel up.” Grinning, I continue watching through the window, smiling when we arrive at the cider mill.

  It was advertised in a tourist brochure at the hotel and Geary thought it would be a good idea to check it out while having a glass of warm apple cider. I couldn’t agree more.

  Not many people are out because they probably have more sense than we do, but Geary manages to park as close to the entrance as possible, which has been cleared. Christmas trees with lights welcome guests and as Geary takes my hand and we step inside the scent of apple cider hits us.

  I briefly close my eyes and inhale the sweet scent, feeling Geary’s lips brush across my cheek. “The hotel clerk recommended we try the cider donuts while we’re here.”

  Groaning, I clench a hand to my stomach. “Donuts are my downfall.”

  Chuckling, Geary leads me into the large store; my eyes not knowing were to look first. There is so much on display on the wooden shelves, but the jelly holds my gaze. Tightening my hand in Geary’s, I tug him over. “My cousins and I with our grandma would take over the kitchen on the
first of December every year and make jelly. We’d give them to the men and women who lived in the assisted living facility in Lexington along with homemade cookies.” I smile fondly at the memory. “I haven’t thought about that in a long time.” I squeeze his arm. “She’d make us all get dressed up in our Sunday best to deliver the goods. We’d have to sing some Christmas carols for them. The boys as they got older had to be bribed.” Chuckling, I admit, “Grandma knew, but I don’t think she ever mentioned it. Dad used to say Grandma has eyes in the back of her head, and hearing like a bat.”

  “You have a large family. They scare me.” He shudders.

  So I tease, “You only need to be scared of Alexander. He’s my brother and bossy.” I cuddle into Geary and smile up at him.

  “Should I be very scared?”

  “I’m teasing. My family will welcome you with open arms.”

  “I hope so.” Geary presses me against him before letting me go. “So, I’m thinking we have to go the apple cider route with all purchases, right?”

  Rolling my eyes, I laugh. “Let me grab a basket.” Still laughing, I grab a cart instead of a basket and find Geary shaking his head when he sees me.

  “You do remember we have to fly out of here on the twenty-sixth, right?” Geary turns back to the jelly, reading the labels on the jars.

  “Of course I remember.” My smile slips at the thought of us going our separate ways after Christmas. I keep my face hidden until I’m composed. Small jars of jelly go into the cart along with biscuits, cheese and of course the cider donuts that apparently are famous around here.

  Geary sneaks a kiss while eating a donut he’s pinched from the bag. His lips are coated in the sugary sweetness and I moan. His eyes darken and his hand pauses close to his mouth when he’s about to take another bite. He steps in close. “You can’t be making sounds like that when I can’t do anything about it.”

  My face lights with mischief while I make sure I’m pressed in tightly to Geary, especially the throb he has going on in his pants. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of later.” I smirk. “In the meantime,” he groans while I continue, “we are going to pay for our purchases and then go and find some homemade hot chocolate to drink with the donuts. Not sure I fancy cider just after breakfast.”

  “Mmm,” he brushes my lips with his, “I totally agree with everything you’ve just said.” He kisses me quickly, wraps an arm around my waist and leads me to the check out.

  The moment we’re outside and the purchases are stored in the back of the rental, Geary takes me into his arms and covers my mouth. Its freezing cold outside and snow has started to fall, but right now, I don’t care about any of that. I want to stay in Geary’s arms forever.

  His breathing becomes deep as he leaves my lips and rests his forehead against mine, his eyes searching. I don’t hide from him and watch as his gaze darkens. He’s one special man and he has my heart.

  Fumbling at the side of me, Geary opens the car door and I’m suddenly lifted into the passenger seat. “Next stop. Hot chocolate.”

  He’s careful as he makes his way around the car to join me. “I’m not sure about being out in this weather,” he mutters, starting the engine.

  “Perhaps we should head back to the hotel?” I suggest. Although I would have liked a hot chocolate to go with my cider donut, I’m all for snuggling up to Geary back in our room.

  “We’ll see how the car drives.” He pauses and pulls out onto the road. “There’s another plough up ahead. That’s the second one I’ve seen.”

  I don’t comment and watch the snowflakes as they become thicker. Following the plough means we’re driving along freshly cleared roads so when Geary comes to a stop outside of the homemade chocolate store, I’m excited and the worry about the weather has left me.

  The hot chocolate is thick and tastes darker rather than milky so I ask for more cream on the top.

  Taking a drink, Geary laughs. “You have a cream-tash.” Reaching up he swipes his thumb over my top lip. I let him see the desire in my eyes that was instant the moment he touched me.

  He chokes and tugs me outside where he gently pushes me into a wooden chair at a small table. I raise a brow. “Isn’t it a bit cold for sitting out here?”

  “I’ll warm you up soon.” He wiggles his brows and pulls a brown bag from his jacket. “I have donuts, we have hot chocolate, and most of all, we have each other.” He smiles softly. “Eat up and we’ll head back and get warm.”

  “Hmm,” I mumble around the donut and small sip of the chocolate.

  Stowe is a beautiful town here in Vermont and with the snow coming down it’s picturesque. The white church in the distance, which appears on more photographs and postcards than any church I’ve ever seen, looks so pretty. The hardware store that sells everything you can think of across the road looks closed today. It’s difficult to see with how thick the flakes are as they flutter to the ground. Further up the street the tourist office has a steady flow of visitors.

  “I wish we could stay here forever,” I whisper, knowing that I can’t look at Geary because the tears are close to the surface.

  8

  Geary

  Olivia sleeps soundly in the bed behind me while I stand naked at the window watching more large flakes fall from the sky. It’s past two in the morning and I should be asleep wrapped around the woman I love. Instead I can’t settle knowing I’m going to have to say goodbye to her in two days.

  I hadn’t known exactly what loneliness was until I’d spent time with Olivia only to watch her head back to the city. My life hasn’t been much in the way of family. Derek and Madison are the closest family I’ve ever had. But since meeting Olivia, I want a family of my own, with her. I don’t want to be alone anymore, however, I’m not selfish enough to force her to give her life up for me. I’m not a city guy, someone who would be happy living in a high rise. I need the open space of rolling hills, and I want my children to grow up having the kind of home I never had as a child. The home I currently have is pretty close to where I’d like to raise a family. Except the woman I want to raise the family with lives miles away in Lexington.

  Rubbing my forehead, I move toward Olivia and admiring her curves, I lift my hand and slowly caress her ankle, calf and thigh before moving over the curve of her hip. A moan leaves her mouth and I press a kiss on her hipbone. She becomes restless so I take the opportunity to move her over to her back, settling between her legs. I gather her against my warmth and nuzzle into her neck, my lips leaving a trail of heat as I move and capture a cherry nipple between my teeth.

  Olivia shivers and gives me a very sleepy but welcoming smile. Her eyes follow my every move while I enjoy the sensation of her smooth skin against my body and mouth. Just one taste of her is usually enough to make me hard and ready for her, so it’s no wonder I’m fighting really hard not to enter her swollen pussy and come. My cock throbs against her thigh and with every restless movement of her legs, I rub against the hard nub of her clit.

  I hiss and grunt when Olivia grabs my ass and digs her nails into the flesh. My cock goes solid and jerks.

  Afraid I’m going to come before I get inside of her warm body, I hold her gaze and slide inside.

  “I’ve never felt anything like this before, Olivia.” I reach up and cupping her face, I place my lips over hers. The kiss starts gentle but soon becomes heated, and no matter how much I want to slow it down, I can’t stop devouring her mouth and plump lips.

  Olivia pulls her mouth away gasping for breath, her heart racing against my chest. I grip each of her hands and hold them above her head while my body slowly starts to move. Her slender legs wrap around my hips, her feet dropping between my thighs, making her vagina snugger around my cock.

  Her mouth opens as she gasps and lust shoots through my body at the sight. The image suddenly in my head is of her lips wrapped around my thick shaft. Breathing becomes difficult as all sensation is in my groin and the brush of her nipples against my chest set off an explosion I’m
not sure I’m going to be able to recover from.

  The first squirt of release shoots from my dick and Olivia freezes before she jerks in my arms, her pussy pulsating, shooting my orgasm into exploding proportions. Her body jerks, clinging to mine in everyway. Every small sigh and convulsion from Olivia tugs more semen from my flesh, massaging every last drop of pleasure from me.

  Wrapping Olivia back up in my arms, I hold her tightly while moving us onto our sides. One of Olivia’s legs rests over my hip but I fear she’s as wiped out as I am.

  A brush of her lips against my shoulder causes a shudder to ripple through me, but before I have time to start all over again, Olivia cuddles into my body. I feel her breath against my neck as she mumbles, “I love you, Geary.”

  My heart stutters before it beats rapidly.

  I close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. My eyes sting for the first time since I was a child. I want to keep this woman in my life forever. I want to go to sleep with her in my arms every night and wake up the same way. She’s everything to me and I honestly don’t know what to do to make that happen. I can’t see how it can happen. We both have our lives in separate States.

  * * *

  Having been unable to sleep, I’m dressed at four-thirty in the morning with my bag packed. Olivia is going to hate me for doing this to her, but I can’t stay. I’m running away. I’m well aware of this, but I can’t stop myself. I can’t spend any more time with her, making love with her, knowing that we have to go our separate ways in another day.

  I can’t say goodbye to her.

  The letter I wrote sits on my pillow and I close my eyes while I’m hit with the urge to stay and talk to her. To tell Olivia exactly how I feel about her, and tell her what I want. I’ve never shied away from truths in the past so now makes no sense to me, although I’ve never loved a woman the way I love Olivia. It is what it is.