I meet his gaze, my heart skipping a beat. “Then you’d better hurry.”
His mouth curves into a smile. “Behave while I’m gone.”
“The clock’s ticking, cowboy,” I say, tapping my wrist for emphasis.
I give him one more kiss before sliding off his lap and climbing out of the truck. The cold bites at my cheeks as I move across the yard and up the porch steps, stealing a glance back at Shep’s truck as it rolls down the driveway and rounds the bend out of view.
I’m not surprised to find the cabin’s front door unlocked, and I slip my shoes off once I step inside. I’m greeted by the scent of pine, awestruck when I see the living room has been transformed into a cozy holiday dream. It’s bathed in a soft glow from the twinkling lights on a fresh Christmas tree in thecorner, and from the garland draped above the fireplace. Strands of popcorn drape across the branches of the tree, nestled among wooden ornaments similar to those on the town square tree, only smaller.
I’m reminded of the holidays at my parents’ house. My mom let me decorate the tree since I was a kid, never correcting the crooked and uneven ornaments. Once I got older, my placement improved, and it was one less thing she had to worry about doing herself. This was the first year they didn’t put up a tree since they won’t be back from their cruise until January, and it’s been one of the things I’ve missed most. Sure, I always decorate my apartment too, but it doesn’t compare.
As I get closer, I notice three ornaments that are different from the others—a miniature Highland cow with a tuft of hair on its head, a three-legged stool resembling the one I stumbled off in the barn, and a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows.
I smile fondly as I trail a hand over each one. Shep must have made them earlier while he was in his shop. I’m learning that he doesn’t miss a thing, filing away every little detail and shaping them into memories we can hold on to.
I curl up on the couch, knees tucked to my chest, the fire’s warmth wrapping around me. As much as I’m grateful I had a moment to take this in, I’m eager for Shep to return so I can thank him properly. The anticipation burns hotter than the flames as I wait for him to make good on his promise of us naked in his bed, and him leaving no part of me untouched.
I only last twenty minutes. The ache between my thighs is maddening, and my skin is flushed with heat from the fireplace, only fueling the lust gathering low in my belly.
A brief look out the front window confirms Shep isn’t back yet. I’d hoped he’d be as restless as I am and return early. He told me to wait for him, but how does he expect me to do that when I’m on the verge of combustion? One release while I wait is harmless, right? After all, he seemed supportive of me using toys, and it’s the perfect opportunity to start testing them out.
With my mind made up, I go to Shep’s bedroom and make a beeline to the chair in the corner where he moved my suitcase.
I open it, digging through the toys and pulling out a candy-cane-striped rabbit vibrator. I have one like it at home, but this festive version is perfect for the occasion—and guaranteed to get the job done quickly. I skip the peppermint flavored lube since I’m already wet and ready.
My gaze shifts to the door, and I decide to leave it ajar in case Shep gets back sooner than expected. He was aware of what state he left me in, and I won’t feel guilty about taking full advantage. Maybe next time he’ll think twice about leaving me alone like this.
Eager to get out of my clothes, I peel off my dress and toss it over the chair. Next, I slide off my lace panties, kicking them aside, and unhook my bra, sighing as my breasts are finally liberated from their confines.
Vibrator in hand, I crawl to the middle of the bed and lie on my back. I’m not normally this brazen, but when I think about the way Shep looked at me earlier as I rode his hand, I’m filled with a newfound sense of confidence. A shiver runs down my spine as I push the tip inside myself to get it nice and wet, groaning as pleasure blooms at the intrusion, pretending it’s Shep’s thick cock. It’s the one part of him I haven’t seen yet, but judging by the bulge in his Wranglers earlier, it’s obvious he would be the biggest man I’ve been with.
A soft hum buzzes through the air when I turn the device on. The pulse courses through me, and I moan softly as thevibrations tease my entrance. Wanting more friction, I move the device in a steady motion, my mind wandering to an image of Shep between my legs, using his skilled tongue, licking me as he coaxes pleasure from my body. His fingers pressed into the tender flesh of my thighs, nearing the perfect balance of pain and pleasure.
I pick up my pace, desperate for more friction as a groan passes my lips.
“Oh god, Shep,” I groan, remembering how his fingers stroked me as I tumbled into a blissful orgasm.
I angle the toy so the small arm finds my clit, still sensitive from earlier, sending a rush through me that knocks the air from my lungs. My free hand fists the comforter while my hips roll in circles, and I drag the tip over the nub until I’m lightheaded. I press the main shaft in deeper, a moan tearing from my throat as my climax looms—only to snap out of my haze by the unmistakable shuffle of boots on the floor.
My pulse quickens as I raise my head, my gaze darting to the open doorway where Shep stands. He’s leaning against the frame, his eyes blazing with lust as he shamelessly peruses my naked body.
“You were supposed to wait for me,” he says, voice like gravel.
I nibble my lip, lifting a shoulder. “You left me waiting too long.”
“Seems one orgasm earlier wasn’t enough, or maybe you’re just a greedy little thing.” He folds his arms across his chest, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I’m wagering the latter.”
The vibrator continues to pulsate inside me, my vision swimming as I struggle to focus long enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Maybe if you’d been here sooner, I wouldn’t be so needy,” I manage to pant out.
“What if that’s exactly how I wanted you?” he asks, his ghost of a smile deepening to a smirk.
I groan softly as I shift on the bed, the main shaft brushing against a sensitive spot by accident. I start to pull the device out, but Shep clears his throat to get my attention.
“Did I say you could take the vibrator out?”
“I want you,” I rasp.
