Wilde & Shore: A Miller's Pointe Christmas

by K.C. Mills

“Okay now let me be clear, if you kick me again, I’m gonna kick you back but that’s only fair. You gonna behave?” She huffed and I raised a brow.

“I appreciate the heads up then. You keep on giving advice about how to handle you and I’ll keep on taking notes to make sure I get it right.”

“Good. So use me however you want while I’m here.” His eyes flickered and that sexy smile resurfaced.

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.

“Yeah, I’ll teach ya, Boston.” I’ll teach you more than just how to ride a horse…

“I’ll be back to visit you. Don’t you worry,” she mumbled to Mosley and I swear the damn horse glanced at me then smiled at Shore.

“But you call me Boston.” “Yeah, I do. He doesn’t.”

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.

Then he crowded me; so damn close. “You like rebels, Boston? I already know you like cowboys.” “Who says I like cowboys?”

We’ll start with your tree tomorrow and work through the rest. How’s that sound?” “A little fuzzy actually. And muffled. And I’m pretty sure you now have two heads.”

My eyes traveled up and down his solid frame slowly before I patted his thigh. “You’re a big guy.”

“I think I like this too.” I felt my face shift into a lazy smile as I looped my arms around his neck and snuggled closer. “I’m sure you do darlin’, but right now we need to get you to bed.”

Wait, we should kiss first before you take me to bed.” And with that last thought, I yanked his face down to mine and pushed my mouth against his.

Could there be something with us? Would she be open to the idea of us? If not, would she be open to allowing me to fuck the idea of us out of my system?

“Yeah I do and I don’t know how the hell I’m so damn attracted to this woman.” “Tell me what she looks like and I’ll tell you how?” he said and laughed.

When she was telling me about the reason she ended up in Miller’s Pointe, all I could think about was how the hell I was going to fix this for her. I wanted to know she felt at ease like she’d been experiencing since walking into my house.

“I did not touch you like that last night. My hand was on your thigh.” “It most certainly was not. You

I edged closer. “I liked that kiss too. Maybe we can try again later when your body is buzzing with a need to be touched by me and not from an overload of moonshine.

“My eyes have some age on them, dear, but I know when a woman looks at a man like he means something to her and that’s how you were just looking at Wilde. Like you wanted to do the Horizontal Hokey Pokey.”

Lmao. Oooh tell it all

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll follow your lead. Use me however you want.” I groaned at the outright flirtatiousness of his statement

“If I put my mouth on you, it won’t just be your lips I’m gonna explore.”

“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. If that’s not what you want, you’d better leave right now.”

“You’ve been thinking about me playing in this pussy, Boston?”

I sucked and licked the entirety of her sweet pussy, while she gasped and moaned, pumping her hips into my face harder while I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clit until she came for a second time, slightly harder than the first.

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

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.

“You didn’t have to be mean. He was just worried,” I stated, just to mess with him. “He doesn’t need to be concerned about you. That’s my job,” he murmured,

“I’ve been concerned about you since I laid eyes on you at the train station, Boston. Hard to change things now, especially after last night.”

“I kinda like you being concerned about me.” “Good because there’s not much you can do about it at this point.”

“My ranch, my work. You should have woken me or even better, stayed in bed and let me awaken you in a much more pleasing way.”

“I can speak from experience about you knowing how to do things right…” I lowered my eyes from his, doing a slow crawl down his body and back up. “But I don’t think that’s what you were talking about, was it?”

He groaned deep in his throat. “Careful, Boston, or that damn tree is gonna have to wait.”

“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.”

“Technically I didn’t get to ride my cowboy, he rode me and damn good I might add so I haven’t experienced the pleasure of that rodeo. Are you offering?”

At the moment I was mentally processing how quickly I could get undressed to provide her with enough orgasms to consider staying longer than she originally planned

In fact, my mind was already on what that ass would look like while I had her bent over something, fucking her from behind.

Yeah, that wasn’t a conversation I planned on having, so just before closing her in the room, I demanded one last time, “Make sure you don’t leave this room without pants on, Boston.”

have other plans.” “Am I a part of those plans?” “You are the plans.”

“I was planning on having sex with you instead of decorating. You were just so damn happy caught up in it all of that, I didn’t want to fuck up your moment.”

She was now the outline for what my Christmas would be. Contentment. Fulfillment. Comfort. Peace.

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 kiss was soft at first but it grew hard and demanding, with me tugging her close while I explored her mouth. When I broke away, she released a harsh breath. “Okay, one of my favorite things.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense; it only has to make you happy.”

“I want this…” “Then it's yours.” I hooked her chin and delivered a kiss. “I’m all yours.”

This thing between you and your family is bothering you and I’m not okay with you being out of sorts.

“When I do, I stand firm on the decisions I’ve made. Unless you’ve changed your mind about this or us?” “Not on your fucking life.”

“I’m all in with being stuck with you, Boston. You’ll get not one damn complaint from me.”

“I want you here, you want to be here, what’s there to figure out?”

“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.”