Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

DIANA

A s I climbed up the ladder, I only had one goal in mind and that was to piss off the arrogant cowboy who wouldn’t leave. Sexually frustrated didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I needed this man more than I needed my next breath. I needed his rough hands, his filthy mouth, I wanted everything he could give and more.

And I hated it.

I hated how my body responded whenever he spoke. How his low, gravelly voice made my thighs twitch and tingle as if they needed to find relief, and I hated how the only place they wanted to go was around his face.

The cold weather was clearly messing with my head. That could be the only logical explanation as to why I was salivating in the mouth for this man. He was too bossy. Too arrogant and blunt for my liking, but of course that didn’t mean shit to my body.

I wanted him badly, and it annoyed me to no end.

So what was I doing to counteract my feelings? Climbing a tall-as-fuck ladder in the blistering cold just so I could aggravate the hell out of him and prove that I was in fact self-sufficient.

With one steady foot in front of the other, I gradually climbed the rest of the way up the ladder until I finally made it up to the top. It was dark and unbelievably cold, but there was no way I was going to give up that easily. Any second now I’d be in for a scolding.

A “get the fuck down” or a “women don’t belong on ladders.”

And then right on time, with the hard stomping of boots and heavy breathing that resembled a bull, I knew he had found me.

“What in the fuck are you doing, Diana?” His growl vibrated its way up through my snow pants and collided with my core.

God, there was something about pissing him off that turned me on severely.

“Uh, waiting for you to come back so I can fix these lights?” I responded in a “duh, what else would I be doing?” kind of response.

Cautiously, I peered over my shoulder to gauge his reaction, and what I found was more than just a mad cowboy.

He definitely looked furious but more than that, he looked worried.

With his hands resting on his hips and those busy brows drawn inward, I unveiled a side of him that I had yet to see.

“Absolutely not. No fuckin’ way.” He shook his head firmly as a few other muttered curse words flew out.

With an amused smile, I went to turn myself even more to get a better view of him but as I did so, he slammed both palms onto the sides of the ladder and held on with a death grip.

“Jesus Christ, woman! Don’t fuckin’ move like that!” he shouted frantically, my playfulness fizzling and in its place, regret had taken over.

Panic-stricken eyes met mine and I knew in that moment I had gone too far. I had no business being on the very top of a ladder, let alone at night when it was snowing, but my stubbornness had gotten the best of me.

Then with a sigh, I went to climb down but a distraught shout stopped me.

“Hold on!” Lawson boomed, causing me to freeze completely.

What now?

“Fuck, Diana.” He exhaled on a long, drawn-out breath. “Don’t move so goddamn fast like that. Just… Fuck!” he swore, and when I should have felt guilt, I only felt the most aroused I had ever felt in my life. “Lawson, I’ve climbed up and down a ladder plenty of times in my life, I won’t slip and fall. Just relax and tell me what I need to do.”

What I need to do to calm you down more.

“Go slow,” he grounded out. “And for the love of god, hold on tight.”

“Obviously,” I muttered under my breath, and instantly I wished I could have taken it back.

I was a goddamn brat and if Lawson didn’t know it yet, he knew now.

With the wind picking up and the glacial-like temperature dropping, I knew I had to hurry before both of us ended up with frostbite. I could feel Lawson's gaze boring into my backside, making things much more difficult to concentrate, especially when he began to praise me with each downward climb I took.

“Good girl,” He commended.

Another step.

“Perfect. You’re doin’ damn good, Diana.”

Although I was freezing my ass off, his words made my insides burn up. Flutters of warmth and desire erupted throughout my entire body. I wasn’t used to being complimented by a man. Especially not for silly, mundane things like climbing down a ladder.

It made me feel good, though.

It made me want to climb back up and down just so I could hear more of his praises.

“You’re almost there, darlin’, just a few more?—”

Just then as I brought my foot down onto the step, it suddenly slipped, causing time to slow in a heartbeat. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I prepared for a painful drop but before I could react, I was grabbed at the waist.

Firmly.

“Fuck, woman! Are you okay?” he grunted with panic laced in his words as I felt the hairs of his mustache and beard burrow their way into the curve of my neck. I let out another gasp, but softer this time as I reveled in the blissful burn of his facial hair rubbing up and down my flesh.

Fuck, it felt divine. I could only imagine just how sinfully perfect his hair would feel between the apex of my thighs.

“I’m… I’m fine.” I breathed through a cloud of desire as the grip he had on my waist tightened. Even through the puffy padding of my jacket, I could feel his girthy fingers dig in.

I wanted to feel them on my skin.

The callouses. The warmth. The raw strength from all the hard work he endured. I could almost guarantee he’d leave the perfect mark.

“I’m not,” he grunted, spreading his hot breath along my neck. Then as if I thought we couldn’t be any more compressed together, he went and surged his hips into my ass on a solid thrust. “I’m the furthest from being fuckin’ okay.”

I couldn’t focus.

Not when the rock-hard material of his belt buckle was digging into the center of my ass. I wanted more. I wanted to feel the cool metal against me as writhed and wiggled my hips on the indents and raised bumps of his belt.

I wanted to coat it in my arousal.

“Lawson…” I whined on a needy pant that had him rocking against me.

“Shut up, Diana,” he grunted. “I’m tired of you not listenin’ to me and runnin’ that mouth without having to deal with the consequences.”

Oh shit.

“If you’re tryin’ to be a brat to prove that you don’t need me, you’re not doin’ a very good job. If anything, you’re makin’ me realize just how badly you do need me.”

He was right, but every instinct told me to argue back.

“I don’t.” The words sounded like a lie the second they made impact, but that didn’t seem to matter to Lawson as I felt sharp incisors bear down on my neck.

My eyes fluttered closed almost immediately.

“Say you don’t need me again and see what happens.”

Holy shit.

He was biting me.

“Do it.” He released the hold on my neck just enough to tend to my wounds with his skillful tongue. “I fuckin’ dare you.”

Pure arousal ignited its way through me and before I knew it, I was rocking back against his jean-clad cock. It was purely instinctual, like I had no choice other than to let down my guard and feel.

And feel, I fucking did. His dick throbbed as if it had its own pulse, and my god did he feel huge. He felt about as firm and solid as his belt buckle, and right now, I was desperate to hop on both of them.

“What’s it gonna be, darlin’?” He removed himself from the warmth of my neck and shoved a large hand beneath my beanie. Then with confident fingers, he threaded them through the snarly locks of my hair and yanked.

Hard.

My throat now bared to the blistering winds, I let out a moan. One filled with a newfound desire to have him do it again until my scalp ached. And with the answer on the tip of my tongue, I arched my back even farther into his body until I fully surrendered to him.

“I don’t need you.” The words came out like a taunt.

Like I was begging for him to change that, and when a carnal growl rumbled its way along the shell of my ear, I knew I would be in for it.

I knew I had awoken the beast.

“That right, baby?” he questioned as the grip he had on my hair tightened.

Clearly he wasn’t amused by my answer, but the feel of his cock lurching on my backside made it plainly obvious that this was what he wanted. That my defiance and stubbornness turned him on.

It was entirely new to me having a man desire my sass. No one could handle me and as I remained in the tight clutches of Lawson, I knew I was about to be handled well and thoroughly by this cowboy.

At least I hoped I’d be.

“What are you going to do about it, cowboy?” I hardly recognized the rich, sultry voice that fell past my frozen lips. I sounded like a desperate woman who was willing to do and say anything to get what she wanted.

“What am I going to do about it? Well, darlin’, you’re about to see how I handle things when you choose not to listen to me.” The grip he had on my hair loosened and with one swift movement, he collared the back of my neck and kneaded my skin. “And tonight, you’ll find out exactly what that means.”