Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

LAWSON

T hroughout the night, I found myself in a constant war with my desire to fuck her all night long. I’d awake with a painfully hard dick pointing in the direction of her plump ass, and three of those times, I surrendered, unable to resist her allure any longer.

And as if she was struggling just as much as I was, she eagerly accepted my advances. Midnight, two in the morning, she poked her ass out and took each fucking like a champ. Soaking my dick every time and letting me fill her to the absolute brim.

Every night I wanted this.

I wanted to end the day with her in bed and I had a strong sense that she desired it just as deeply.

When morning finally came along, I had already established a plan to wake her with my tongue, but when I went to feel for her, I only felt the cool emptiness of the bed beside me.

Fuck.

Lifting my head from the pillow, I squinted through the haze of sleep, searching for her presence, but she was clearly nowhere to be found. A heavy sigh fell past my lips as I dragged myself out of bed and stepped into my jeans that I left discarded on the floor last night.

My body felt fuckin’ spent yet beyond content. My cock drained, heart full, I couldn’t stop the smile that was lifting on my face. Last night had been life-changing, leaving me feeling like a brand-new man because of it. And after a long stretch of my arms, I went in search of Diana.

Down the hallway and through the living room, I found her in the kitchen with a bowl in her hand, wearing nothing but my button-up shirt. I instantly froze at the sight of her. Hair thrown up in a messy-looking ponytail, and those cute-as-fuck glasses resting on the bridge of her nose, I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

A small smile crept across her face as she began to hum the familiar melodies of a Christmas song. Her sultry voice carried its way over to me, causing my chest to swell immensely.

She radiated an infectious joy that lit up the entire fuckin’ room. With her hips swaying and feet dancing to the rhythm of her humming, she embodied everything that I had sought out in life. Mornings filled with smiles and the warmth of being with family.

I wanted it more than anything.

To have someone beside me and to one day have a little family of my own.

I watched her closely, stirring whatever ingredients she had in the bowl before she did a slow spin and caught me watching her.

“Oh shit!” She jumped, almost dropping the bowl onto the ground, but she quickly regained her hold of it before setting it onto the counter. “Jesus, Lawson. You scared the crap out of me!”

A smug grin formed on my lips as I leisurely made my way over to my breathtakingly beautiful woman. Though she was still settling her breathing, that didn’t stop her from eye-fucking my bare chest from top to bottom.

God, she drove me crazy.

As I approached, I swiftly maneuvered her back against the cool granite of the counter where I laid each palm firmly beside her, caging her into my captivity. The air changed almost immediately from the joyous, carefree energy she created to a more heated one.

“Morning, darlin’.” I grinned, leaning in close to brush our noses together. “I looked for you this morning, but you weren’t in bed.”

She sighed.

“I’m an early bird, and I thought I’d make you some breakfast for when you woke up.”

I was hungry.

Starved, actually, but not for food.

Running my nose along the bridge of hers and down into the curve of her neck, I removed my hands from beside her and wrapped each arm around her thighs before lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the counter.

“Gonna teach you a little somethin’ about cowboys, yeah?” I raised a brow, waiting for a nod of approval. “As much as we love a good, hearty breakfast in the morning, nothin’—and I do mean nothin’—will ever be more beneficial to us than the taste of our woman’s pussy when we wake up.”

The gasp that came out of her had me grinning from ear to ear. And to get my point across, I widened her legs with the width of my hips and lifted my shirt up and over her waist. Nothing but bare skin and her perfect little pussy greeted me.

“Every hard-workin’, blue-collar type of man out there will agree that we work better with the taste of pussy on our tongue. So, if you want your man to have a good, productive day, then you better stay in bed and let me get my fill of you.”

Placing my whole hand on the very inside of her thigh, I took my index finger and worked it around in slow, firm circles around her clit.

“Lawson…” she moaned, her legs widening to accommodate more of me.

“What do you say, Diana? Think you can do that for me?”

Her breath hitched the second I made contact with her tight entrance. A flood of wetness was already beginning to form at her opening and it took all my willpower not to shove a finger inside and hook it on her sweet spot.

“I think you’re crazy for wanting that woman to be me,” she panted softy with her head slightly tilted back and her eyes shimmering in desire.

Giving her pussy a little spank, I directed her attention onto my eyes.

“Nothin’ about me wanting you is crazy. What’s crazy is how stubborn you are in admitting to yourself that you’re the woman of my goddamn dreams.”

“Lawson, please?—”

“No, don’t Lawson me. I knew this was comin’, but lucky for you, I was already prepared for your poor fuckin’ excuses and reasonings of how last night was a mistake and why it should have never happened.” With my hand resting over her mound, I took my other and laid it on the curve of her cheek. “I have no regrets—no doubt whatsoever about what we did last night. I made it perfectly clear that this wasn’t just a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing. This is a lifetime kind of thing filled with havin’ babies, makin’ memories, and living our life to the fullest. And yeah, that may seem crazy, but I'm a man of my word, Diana. When I want something, I work hard and make damn sure I get. As long and as much effort as it takes, I’ll make it happen.”

Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears as her legs wrap around my waist.

“I’ll make us happen one way or the other, I can fuckin’ promise you that.”

“And Silvan, my son, how am I supposed to navigate that? I can’t just introduce another man into the equation so quickly. He deserves time to process this and adjust.” Her voice cracked, revealing the weight of her emotions as she spoke.

I agreed wholeheartedly with her on her stance to protect her son. If I were in her position, I’d feel the same way. And as much as I wanted to speed this whole process up, I knew I couldn’t.

I recognized the importance of putting her son first above all else.

“I want you, Diana. I want to be the one who puts that gorgeous-as-fuck smile on your face every day and shows you that true love is real and worth believing in… And if it takes time for you to see that, then so be it. I’m more than willing to wait.” I moved in closer and readjusted my stance. “I know it’s not just you that I have to prove that I’m worthy to. I just hope you’ll let me have the chance to prove to your son that I can and will be a good, honest man to you both.”

Her brown eyes went misty with each promise I laid out and as much as I hated seeing those tears, it solidified everything I needed to know.

Despite her worries, she wanted this.

“I can’t… I can’t promise you anything, Lawson. And as relieved and touched I am that you would put my son first, and will be the only man in his life to do that… I’m terrified.” Her stare collided with mine, and instantly I used the pad of my thumb to try and soothe her worries.

“Baby…” I said softly. “Please, don’t be afraid of this.” I reached for her hand and laid it directly over my heart. “Feel that?” I asked, watching her closely for a reaction. “That’s how it is whenever I’m near you. It ain’t a heart that’s scared, it’s a heart that is desperate to be loved and adored by you. And all I need is an opportunity, Diana, a chance to be the man you both deserve.”

A cascade of tears began to stream down her face, and leaning forward, I gently caught each one with the swift glide of my tongue.

“What do you say, darlin’? Will you give this cowboy a chance?” With a smile lifted on my face, I pressed my forehead against hers, silently praying and hoping she wouldn’t reject me.

And as confident as I was in myself, a gnawing unease crept its way through me at the slim chance she would turn me down. I may appear strong on the outside, everything a man was expected to be, but there were times, like now, when vulnerability washed over me, reminding me that I was human.

That even cowboys, the epitome of ruggedness, had their soft spots too.

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” She chuckled as a bright smile took over her face. “Yes… Yes, I will. I’d be an incredibly stupid woman if I didn’t.”

Chest swelling with an unbelievable amount of pride, I swiftly snagged the sides of her face before yanking her down onto my mouth. The rich aroma of coffee and the sweetest taste of sugar cookie invaded all my senses as I dipped my tongue into her mouth, savoring every bit of flavor she had to offer.

Everything about this woman—my fuckin’ woman—was intoxicating. From the way she used her legs around me as leverage to pull me in closer to the soft little nibbles she left on my bottom lip. I felt like a main character in a movie, specifically the final scene where the protagonist finally won the heart of the girl.

A “scream it from the rooftop” kind of moment, or “a let every fucker she’d ever been with know that she was mine and I had no intentions of ever letting her go.”

Both… both I wanted to do, but instead, I focused on showing her just how goddamn happy her cowboy was. “Need you…” I mumbled into our kiss. “Right the fuck now.”

A needy whimper escaped her lips as I quickly unzipped my jeans, fisted my cock, and angled it at her already soaked entrance. “I know you’re sore, but I might fuckin’ die if I don’t get inside you, darlin’.”

I plunged forward, filling her steadily with a control I never knew I had. Her warmth immediately sucked me in as all the air in my lungs escaped me in one long, ragged breath. “Gonna fuck you nice and slow, you good with that?”

Already I could feel perspiration building just above my brow as I was now fully seated inside her. Then her gorgeous eyes, the shade of mahogany and the size of dinner plates, moved from their focus on where we were connected to my taut face.

And finally, with a subtle nod and soft exhale, she responded, “Yes, please.”