Page 80 of Cowboy Daddies

Pa took his turn next. “Celebrate each other, enjoy each other. And as a reward, you can all take the morning off. We’ll handle the early chores, and…” He paused to allow the suspense to build. “Breakfast will be delivered to your cabins at eight, so you can have a leisurely breakfast in bed. After that, however you use the rest of the time is up to you.” He winked broadly and there were scattered snickers around the room.

Allegra leaned in, whispering, “The couples who skipped tonight are going to be so maaaaad when they get up at dawn for no reason.”

Carter grinned. “Told you it was probably a test. She’s always been good at sneaking in little lessons and rewards. Those who took her advice and delayed gratification get to sleep in. Bet you’re glad I made you wait now, huh?”

She leaned in and nipped his shoulder. “Don’t gloat, Daddy. The only reason you put me off was because your belly was snarling.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong. Although he liked to think he’d have had the self-control. “Either way, you can thank me later.”

“Anyway, we won’t keep you from your dinners any longer. The chefs have put together a special meal for tonight and we don’t want it to get cold. Dessert will be served to go, once you’re ready,” Ma said, flashing everyone a smile before she sat down.

Dinner was wonderful, but he wondered if anyone really noticed, considering everyone was clearing their plates in record time, so they could return to their cabins. As each couple prepared to leave, they were presented with a pretty red box tied shut with a ribbon. Before he could ask what was inside, the waiter was gone.

His wife took it from him and undid the ribbon to peek inside. “Oooh, strawberries dipped in dark chocolate,” she told him.

Carter couldn’t help laughing as they left the dining room and made their way outside. “They aren’t taking any chances.”

Ally tilted her head. “With what?”

“With everyone getting lucky tonight.” She looked confused, so he explained. “Didn’t you notice everything we were served is considered an aphrodisiac? Salmon with honey glaze and asparagus. Oysters on the half shell. The salad had a pomegranate dressing, and now dark chocolate and strawberries.” He jerked his head toward the box.

“Oh. I don’t think I knew any of those were aphrodisiacs, except the oysters maybe.” She squinted, pursing her lips. “I read something about oysters, but I hate them. Too slimy.”

“That’s okay, I was happy to eat your share.” He flashed her a grin and then took her hand as they walked back to their cabin. He doubted any of the guests would need the help of an aphrodisiac tonight. Their hosts had done their job too well, and Carter couldn’t wait to lay his wife down on that bed and ravish her body.

Their leisurely walk picked up speed without a word of discussion, and before they knew it, they were racing down the path together.

Chapter Twelve

They stumbled into the cabin breathless and laughing. The door was barely shut before they were helping each other strip off their clothes. Allegra fell back on the bed, sprawled there, and watched as he wrestled with his jeans. “This is why I wore a skirt tonight,” she commented with a smirk.

“My legs wouldn’t look as good as yours in a skirt.” He finally kicked off the jeans and climbed onto the bed, covering her body. His light-brown eyes seemed to darken as he stared down at her. “You have been … such a brat this week. Teasing me, flirting with me, touching me when no one was looking. You’re lucky I don’t make you wait longer, just to teach you a lesson.”

He was right, she had been a brat, and she felt zero guilt about it. She reached down to wrap her fingers around his cock. He was already hard, and his erection jerked in her hand, looking for friction. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re up for anymore denial, cowboy.” She pumped his shaft firmly to make her point, and drew a long low groan out of him.

“Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I can’t spank your ass for it.”

“Ooh, yes, please, Daddy!” She fluttered her eyelashes and wiggled underneath him.

With a growl he flipped her over and brought his hand down on her ass, not once, but a dozen times. The heat rose quickly and she squirmed, but there was no attempt to escape. They both knew this wasn’t punishment.

Her heart pattered along at double speed, or so it seemed. Her breathing was ragged and punctuated with little gasps as he delivered another dozen swats, bouncing his hands from cheek to cheek with enthusiasm. Between her thighs she could feel a low pulsing begin in her core. She let her legs slide apart, arched her back to lift her ass like an offering.

But Carter did things in his own time. She’d asked for a spanking, and he would decide when to move on to other things. She wouldn’t have it any other way, not that she’d admit that.

Still the abstinence had been wearing on both of them, and maybe that was why Carter satisfied himself with just one more round of smacks before he switched to rubbing the sting away. His hands felt different on her body. The hard work had toughened the skin and the new callouses on his palm were rough, scratching pleasantly as it glided over the hot flesh.

She moaned softly as a shiver rolled down her back. “I could get used to a working man’s hands,” she murmured.

His touch paused. “Really?”

“Mhm. They feel good. Or they did until you stopped rubbing,” she said, looking over her shoulder pointedly.

“Greedy girl.” He laughed and his hands began moving again, massaging her cheeks with a firm grip. Eventually his fingers trailed down to tickle between her thighs. He stroked the soft pelt of hair that covered her pussy lips, and she couldn’t help pushing back to invite him in.

He took his time accepting that invitation, teasing her until she was making soft mewling sounds that begged for more. Only then did he spread her folds and stroke his fingertips up between them. He found her clit and played with it, stroking and pinching as she writhed.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned. “Waiting all week has been hard for you, hmm?”