Free A Cowboy for Christmas by Em Petrova

slammed it back home. She cried out. Shook.
    Reaching into the bag again, he located a tiny vibe. In a minute he had the silver toy against her clit.
    She bucked against him and cried out. Watching her face contort, he fucked her with long, slow strokes of the dildo while grinding her clit with the vibe. Once in a while he’d nudge the anal plug, sending it deeper into her body.
    “Dusty, I can’t…” Her whimper suggested she could—and would.
    “Come for me, sugar. I love seeing you come apart. It’s my new obsession.”
    Her eyes were dark with lust. He held her stare, a heady feeling of power spreading through him. He’d only experienced this feeling when on a horse with thousands of fans cheering him on. His balls clenched tight with the need to blow.
    Swooping in, he began to kiss her in deep, devouring passes of his tongue. She clung to him, her pussy walls gripping the dildo with every withdrawal. Tense and damp with perspiration, she quivered for him.
    “You’re close aren’t you, sugar? Let go for me. Come for me.”
    She sucked in a breath and held it. He watched her face as the wave of release struck her.
    Then she was screaming his name in that rasp he never wanted to stop hearing. He kissed her as she splintered, taking all her pleasure inside himself and claiming it for his own.
    * * * * *
    “Come to the arena with me, Avalee.” Dusty’s drawl urged her to surrender. He stood tricked out in low-slung jeans, a denim shirt and his vest, ready to compete. All he was missing were his chaps, which he hadn’t gotten around to putting on yet, mainly because he was probably going to crawl into bed with her for the tenth time.
    With a dark gleam in his eyes and that black beard, he looked like the devil himself. He’d certainly stolen her good intentions. She’d been sinning all day. Her booth and the Rawhide name hadn’t entered her mind one time since he’d pulled out those toys. How many orgasms had he given her?
    She bit her lower lip and tried to gain some mental distance from this man. That meant putting physical distance between them. She shook her head. “I don’t think I will.”
    A crease appeared on his forehead. Without his hat, he seemed more vulnerable to her rejection. She winced at his crestfallen expression.
    “You don’t wanna watch me ride?”
    “I…I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
    “Why?” His lips were tight.
    “You need to perform without distraction.”
    He stepped forward and slowly wrapped her hair in his big fist. When he hovered over her, she felt her resistance slipping away, lost to the man she shouldn’t be philandering with.
    “You’re a distraction, that’s certain. But a good one, Avalee. Please? I want you there.”
    Her heart a tumbleweed in the strong Texas winds, she stared at him. There wasn’t a “no” within a country mile voice box. She nodded.
    His wicked grin appeared, and he stamped her mouth hard with his. “Good. Now get yer hat and c’mon.”
    Walking through the hotel and down the strip with Dusty Waite was an eye-opener into his everyday life. He was mobbed on a corner by a crowd so big, the streetwalkers had to find another spot. Avalee stood back and watched him sign napkins and biceps, snap photos and talk about tonight’s ride.
    When he sought her through the sea of faces, something bittersweet clogged her throat. He was so much man. And if she weren’t part of the business that signed his sponsor checks, she’d have no hesitation whatsoever in getting deeper with him.
    Subdued, she walked beside him the rest of the way to the arena. Inside was chaotic with excitement. Fans, vendors selling food and drinks. Dusty put a hand on her arm to stop her. Meeting his gaze, she saw a wild happiness that made her glad she’d agreed to come.
    “You can have the seat you were in last time. Don’t leave after, okay? Come down to the pens and find me.” His tone sent a new awareness through her. He didn’t like her walking