Wilde & Shore: A Miller's Pointe Christmas

by K.C. Mills

Have fun and if he truly is cowboy sexy then consider riding him. That’s what you’re supposed to do anyway. Ride ’em cowboy.” I busted out laughing. “Why the hell would you say that?” “Because it’s a thing. Save a horse. Ride a cowboy.”

She damn sure had plenty to enjoy with those pretty ass eyes, bow-shaped lips, and curvy little body. Shore wasn’t exactly short but not tall either. Maybe a foot below me. That put her at the right height for tossing around while I fucked her.

“But you call me Boston.” “Yeah, I do. He doesn’t.” Our eyes locked briefly before I shut her in and rounded the rear of my truck, cursing under my breath. What the hell are you doing Wilde? Claiming a woman that wasn’t mine was what I was doing and well fuck me for liking the idea of me having the right to do so.

I groaned at the outright flirtatiousness of his statement and reached for the larger of the three Styrofoam balls so it could be the base. “Here, hold this, while I put the glue on top.” “You want me to hold these balls?” I stilled and his arm tightened more before he said lowly next to my ear, “I’d rather you hold mine instead but I’ll play nice. For now.”

“If I put my mouth on you, it won’t just be your lips I’m gonna explore.” “I have no objections to you exploring me with your…” Mouth.

“I’m about to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t remember what your body felt like before I got my hands on you, Boston.

One followed by another which I worked in slowly. “You’ve been thinking about me playing in this pussy, Boston?”

“What the hell are your flaws, because at this point, everything about you is too damn perfect.”

with Shore wrapped around me, I realized how much I wanted this. Someone here in my bed with me, but the fucked up part was it couldn’t just be someone, it had to be Shore. I hadn’t the slightest clue how I was going to make that work but it was going to have to fucking work. I wanted Shore Manchester. One week was not going to be enough.

“Life is gonna happen whether you want it to or not. Your job isn’t to make sense of things, son. That’s your problem. You always want things to make sense but life rarely ever does. You simply have to saddle up and enjoy the ride. Embrace the good stuff and do the hard work to survive the rough patches.”

“When things are right, they just work out how they were supposed to and there isn’t a damn thing you could do to mess it up besides denying your right to happiness.”

In fact, my mind was already on what that ass would look like while I had her bent over something, fucking her from behind. I was tempted to say fuck that tree but it was important to Shore and I had no desire to explain to Melvina the reason why Shore didn’t get Christmas was because I couldn’t keep my dick out of her.

You might want to saddle up, Cowboy. I’m about to provide a Christmas memory that you damn sure won’t want to share with your mother.

This woman could have shoveled shit on a plate and I would have enjoyed it with a smile. Yeah, I was pretty damn gone over her and not caring in the least. She was well worth falling for.

“The food yes and I found some food coloring in one of your cabinets. Might have been a little out of date but it’s just dye so I don’t think it will kill us.” I barked a laugh, lowering my eyes to Shore. “You

She extended the phone to me and I lifted the device to my ear but kept my eyes locked on Shore. After a few rings, a woman’s voice flowed through the device.

The eye contact for me

If this is what makes you happy then we support your decision. Just promise me you’re safe and that we’ll meet this man who had the gall to go toe to toe with your mother sooner rather than later.

“I want you here, you want to be here, what’s there to figure out?” “A lot.” I smiled when his lips were on my neck again. “Whatever it is we’ll figure it out from here on the sofa, in the kitchen, at the stables, in my bed, all here, where I have unlimited access to help guide your decisions with figuring us out.” “That’s now how this works.”