Cowboy Christmas (A Henley Christmas Novella) (Down Under Cowboy series) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Jackson baby-talking to Olive.  “She’s just like Goldilocks.”
    “Locks! Locks!”
    I crack my eyes open and see Jackson holding Olive above me.
    “Hey,” I smile and stretch out.
    “Hey, mummy.” Jacksons says.
    “Mummy,” Olive holds her hands out to me and I reach up to grab her.  “Work.”
    “Did you go to work with daddy, baby girl?”
    “Traka,” she answers proudly.
    I gasp dramatically.  “You went in the tractor?  Wow!”
    She giggles and reaches to go to her father.
    I roll myself off the lounge in the most unladylike way imaginable and set about fixing dinner.  Half an hour later, we sit down to grilled chicken breast and salad.
    After feeding and bathing Olive, I tuck her in to bed and say goodnight.  Making my way out to the lounge room, I spot Jackson lying on the couch.  He’s wearing nothing but a pair of red satin, Christmas inspired boxer shorts.  When he spots me, he holds his arms open wide and I crawl into them.  Positioning myself along his side so it’s comfortable for my bump, I relax and cuddle him close.
    He flicks the button on the remote, and my most favourite Christmas movie starts to play; “Miracle on 34 th Street.”
    “I love this movie,” I grin against his naked chest.
    “I know,” I know, he says, and I hear rather than see his replying grin.

Chapter 7
     
    “Oh, god,” I moan as Jackson enters me.
    A pillow is supporting my lower back.  Jackson is on his knees, sitting back on his heels.  My legs are wrapped arou nd his waist and he’s just slid inside me.
    We’re on the floor in lounge room, having just played ‘Santa’.  The glow of the Christmas tree lights sparkle around the room, and I can’t help but thinking it’s the most romantic setting to make love.
    I tighten my muscles and Jackson hisses.
    “Feel so fucking good, darlin’.”
    “Yes,” I breathe.
    Slowly, he slides in and out of me.  A fine sheen of sweat covers his naked chest and I watch mesmerized as his muscle flex and relax with each thrust.
    His hands are gripping my ass, but one moves and snakes up to pinch and twist my nipple.
    “Ah!” I cry out as the action sending bolts of pleasure straight to my groin.
    His fingers leave my nipple and travel south. I writhe in anticipation as he moves his hand so torturously slowly. He lightly runs his fingers over my belly, and then up and down my ribcage.  Then, across the top of my pubic bone and over my stomach again.
    “Please,” I mewl.
    “Patience,” Jackson grits out through clenched teeth on an inward thrust.
    Finally, his fingers find my swollen nub.  He presses down and then rubs in large circles.  My pussy clenches as fire heats my blood.
    “Faster, please,” I beg.  He begins rubbing my clit faster.  “No, your cock.  Need you cock, faster,” I pant out.  My nipples tighten to the point of pain and Jackson starts to pump into me with force and speed.
    “Oh…Oh…Omigod…” I moan loudly as my orgasm rips through my body, tearing me wide open and putting me back together again.
    Jackson’s hand leaves my clit and goes back to my ass.  His fingers dig into my cheeks as he finds his way to his own release. 
    “Fuck, yeah, baby.  Such a sweet pussy. Love this pussy.  It’s all mine,” he grinds out.
    I feel his cock swell inside me, and it pulses as he fills me with warm come.
    “Ace,” he groans as his head falls b etween my breasts and he tries catch his breath.
    “That was fucking phenomenal!”
    “Mmm, yes it was,” I agree on a sigh.
    ~*~
    The next morning, I wake at six.  And I wait.  And I wait.
    Will this child ever wake up?!
    Finally, at half past seven, I hear Olive stir.  I race into our room and wake Jackson.  He springs out of bed and we both go into Olive’s room.
    “Merry Christmas, baby girl.” I lift her from her cot and squish her against me.  Kissing her temple, I whisper, “Santa’s been.”
    “Ho, ho, ho,” she chants.
    “Merry Christmas, Daddy’s girl,”