“I love you, Arden Volker.” Oh, God, he meant it. She could see it in his eyes.
“I love you, too.” The words rolled out effortlessly. “Now take me to bed, lover,” she purred.
He wrapped her in the throw and carried Arden to her bedroom. He laid her down in the middle of her bed and paused only long enough to add a couple of logs to the fireplace and build the fire back up. Arden propped herself up on her elbows and watched him. She still wore her bra and he was in his boxer briefs. Together, they made a complete, mismatched set.
“What are you smirking at?” Kyle asked as he joined her.
“We’re still partially-dressed.”
Kyle pursed his sexy lips like he was thinking. “You’re right. We are so overly-dressed. Let’s fix that.” He straddled her and undid her bra. His eyes lit up like New Year’s Eve fireworks when he removed it. “Goddamn, fuck, you are beautiful.” He dipped his head and nuzzled between her breasts. Jesus, his black velvet cheeks sent heat straight to her belly and further down to her clit. She throbbed with need and moaned out her desire.
Arden reached for his briefs and this time he sat up and let her pull them off. His cock bobbed, tantalizing her with its slick and shiny head. And holy fuck, was he long. She just hoped she could fit him. But first, she scooted up and bent forward before he could move and took him into her mouth, swirled her tongue around his saltiness and reveled in his growl and the way he gripped her hair.
“I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he groaned. “Jesus, so damn good. So fucking incredible.” She tasted a fresh dollop of precum as he shook. He pulled her head back and she looked up into his hungry eyes as they devoured the sight of her.
“I need you right now, Kyle.Please.”
He laid her back down and covered her, his body shaking with his own need. His tip slid along her swelling labia until it nuzzled against her clit. He gripped his shaft and rubbed her with the hot slick tip of his cock. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him closer, to bring him inside her, but he was in control.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Kyle please.”
“Come for me again, baby. I want to watch you. Want to make you moan.” He stroked her harder, faster, his cock head throbbing against her bud until she gripped the bed and held her breath.
“That’s it. That’s my girl. Come on. Come for me. I know you want to so bad, don’t you? Let it go, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her hips bucked involuntarily as pleasure tore through her. His name was a prayer of thanksgiving on her lips.
“That’s my lover. My sweet, sweet lover, coming for her man. Jesus, you’re beautiful, Arden. Just perfection.” He backed off from her clit after the last wave, just before she would have become too sensitive for his touch. She felt boneless, weightless as the falling snow outside. But she still ached for him inside her. She needed to feel him fill her, needed to make him come.
“More,” she whispered. “I need all of you.”
“Oh, baby.” He lowered his body over her and this time his cock pressed against her opening. He kissed between her breasts, his beard rekindling her heat. He licked from one nipple to the other and back again. He grazed them with his teeth until she hissed in pleasure and pain.
And then he pressed into her slowly, deliciously. God, it felt so good as he opened her and found his place, like a missing piece of her body. Of her soul. He moved inside her as they kissed, tongues tangling and dancing. Heat built back up as he caressed that secret spot inside her until she bucked and pulsed and held on for dear life. No one had ever,ever, given her three orgasms in a single night.
Kyle wasn’t finished with her. He pulled out and moved her into a different position, so that when he pressed in again, his cock rubbed against her tender clit. Each stroke was a firm caress and she found herself pressing against him, wanting to come again so badly. The way he groaned, she knew he was close too. She wrapped her legs around his torso, urging him on until she felt her walls pulsing around him again. It was enough to send him into orgasm as well. They came together, moaning, sweating in each other’s arms.
As she drifted off in Kyle’s arms, she heard him whisper, “I love you.”
“Love you too,” she answered as a good deep sleep took her under.
* * *
The storm raged all night and into Christmas day, making Arden’s chores that much harder. Or they would have been, if Kyle hadn’t been by her side every step of the way. He was becoming quite the ranch hand, and just like with dogs, he had a knack for the other animals. Even a couple of the cats were brave enough to show themselves when they entered the barn, though they disappeared quickly again when Camo bounded in from the snow.
The dog was pure energy and restless, but careful around the horses who also acted impatient. Arden was glad they’d gotten some exercise the day before when their owners came by. The owners knew each other well and trusted each other enough so that if they all couldn’t make it out, each horse still got some individual attention and exercise.
After seeing to the animals, Arden checked on Ellie and Walter. Ellie reported that her dad was having a particularly clear day, thank goodness, and that she thought they would be fine for the day. She lowered her voice and told Arden not to worry about them, and to enjoy her ‘military man’ instead. Arden made breakfast. Kyle did the dishes and laundry while she threw some things together in the slow cooker, popped popcorn, and made homemade Chex Mix—the one tradition she wasn’t about to skimp on even before Kyle showed up. Christmas day was for watching movies and eating snacks all day. Arden’s family always ordered Chinese for dinner—A Christmas Story, hello—and ate their way into a food coma. No way would she and Kyle be binging on take-out lo mein and eggrolls with this weather, but she could put together a good stir fry, hot and sour soup in the slow cooker, and fried rice.
They found themselves back in Arden’s room where they made love again, and then spent the day in bed watching TV and snacking, Camo now joining them. They watchedIt’s A Wonderful Lifeand agreed that the man at the store in Lyons the day before looked like Clarence the wingless angel but acted like the old grump who told George Bailey to kiss Mary.
“If any town has an angel living in it,” Arden said, “it would be Lyons.”
“Then it has two angels,” Kyle replied, and kissed her.
After that, they watched the ultimate in traditional Christmas movies—Die Hard.
“I used to cheer when Gruber goes over the edge, but now I just think of Snape. And, I want to pour one out for Alan Rickman,” Arden said.
