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Beth was in her apartment in Salt Lake, nursing a tumbler of whiskey as she laid out everything she would need to pack for her short trip home for the holidays. She was due to be at the ranch on Christmas Day and would be spending the week through to the new year.
This would be her first visit back in almost 2 years. The last visit being shortly after her college graduation and just before the start of her job. She’d been so busy the past few years that a visit home just wasn’t possible, nor desired, but her father’s insistence that she be a part of this holiday had disrupted her plans.
She wasn’t in much of a spirited mood, but the playlist she had thrown on in the background apparently didn’t get the memo. Of course the top hits this time of year would just be a mix of holiday pop songs. She continued to lay out her clothes as a sexy line in one of the Christmas songs piqued her interest.
Oh I want to let him unwrap me like oh oooh
Get on top of him by the fireplace oh oooh
But I don’t want a new broken heart
This year I have to be smart
The lyrics brought a dirty smile to her face. Of course she knew she would likely see Rip while she was home, but the song had her mind turning. A little fantasy starting to play out in her head. She quickly strutted over to her underwear drawer where she began to furiously dig around until she found what she was looking for buried at the bottom. A devilish red satin and lace set she’d bought at La Perla with one of her first hefty pay checks.
She had not yet worn the set. Never feeling like the occasion was right nor the men who would see it would be deserving. But she would finally be seeing the one man who was and it was time she finally put it to good use. She threw the lingerie in her bag and packed up the rest of her clothes, decidedly more excited about this trip than she was when she had started packing.
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The drive home had been long and winding, but the sign to the Yellowstone entrance was finally upon her. She had made good time, leaving just in time to to avoid the forecasted snow. The flurries were beginning to fall as she pulled up to the entrance of the big house. Before she could even make it outside the car, her father and Kayce were headed out to greet her. Kayce giving her a brief kiss on the cheek and heading to grab her bags. Her father wrapping her up in a tight embrace, murmuring “It’s good to have you home sweetheart.”
The trio walked inside, Kayce taking the bags up to her room, and her father pouring her drink and encouraging her to settle in and relax while the rest of the family arrived. She took her glass and wandered around the lodge, reminiscing over the photographs that scattered the walls and the memories she had buried. Deciding that the emotions that welled up to be too much, she headed to the kitchen to see what would be for dinner.
She found Gator whipping up a feast fit for a party. She inquired how many people would be coming, worried that her father had looped her into more than a family gathering. She was pleasantly surprised to hear that it would just be the Duttons, and he was simply using the kitchen in the lodge to cook the same feast he’d be delivering to the bunkhouse later for all the cowboys to enjoy.
Her mind wandered to Rip and she decided tonight would be the night she would let her little fantasy play out. If she was only here for a week, she wasn’t going to waste a single day. It had been two years of trying to find satisfaction in a bunch of too thin, clean cut, yuppies and she was itching with excitement for a week of playing catch-up with her rugged cowboy.
She ascended the stairs, changing into her clothes for dinner, deciding she would sneak away after her father had tucked in for the night, hoping she could make it to Rip’s cabin before he returned from his celebration with the wranglers. If everything went to plan, she would be living out her little fantasy in just a few hours.
She heard the rest of the family gathering downstairs so she quickly finished unpacking and went down to join the rest of the Dutton crew.
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As dinner was wrapping up, she took a relieving breath that the entire family had made it through a meal at the family table without interruption. She had desperately wanted to make a few snide comments, but bit her tongue in favor of her father’s happiness, after all she was there for him.
They gathered around the tree exchanging a few small gifts, and quite a few large ones for baby Tate. The night was growing quiet as the day drew to a close and everyone began to retire to their corners of the big house for the evening.
Beth quickly slipped into her room and stripped off her dinner clothes. She pulled out the sexy little set she had packed and began to slip the the delicate panties, bra, and garter over her fit frame. She spritzed herself with her signature perfume, a boozy rose scent that she’d been wearing for years. Then she threw on her heavy wool coat and boots so she could sneak out with discretion.
Opting to drive because of the snow, she made her way to her car and quietly backed out of the driveway turning in the direction of the tiny cabin. As she pulled up to Rip’s house, she smiled gleefully. His truck was not there, meaning he was still at the bunkhouse and her plan to set the scene would work out perfectly. She slammed the car door and briskly walked up to the cabin, heading to the corner of the deck where she picked up the flower pot she knew hid the spare key. She quickly opened the door and slipped inside before the cold had a chance to whip under her coat.
A sense of comfort washed over her the second she closed the door. The place was tidy yet cozy and smelled of leather, wood, and a scent that was distinctly Rip’s. She walked over to the fireplace and added a few logs to stoke the flame back to life, bringing a bit more heat into the little cabin. She snuck upstairs and rummaged through an old trunk where she had seen Rip store blankets on her last visit. She picked up a thick red and black plaid one that was quite large and brought it downstairs.
She sat it on the counter while she worked to move a few things around to make room in front of the hearth. After sliding the coffee table just out of the way, she brought the blanket over and spread it on the floor, grabbing a few pillows from the sofa to finish setting the scene.
It was getting late and Rip was never one to party into the night, so she knew it would only be a few minutes until he finally made his way home to discover his surprise. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey he had in the kitchen and two glasses and made her way to the sofa to wait him out. She poured herself a thumb allowing the warmth of the fire and whiskey to heat her blood.
Just as she was beginning to feel the effects of the liquor, she saw headlights panning the windows. She snuck a quick peek, confirming it was in fact her cowboy and she slipped off her coat and boots and laid herself seductively on the blankets she had previously prepared. She knew he would recognize her car the moment he pulled up, but she knew her presentation would be unexpected.
Seconds later, the door creaked open with a pair of tentative eyes seeking her out. Her voice coming out huskier than she intended as she called out to him “Merry Christmas, baby”. His face lit up at the sight before him as he strode across the room, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her up to meet him in a passionate kiss, pulling away just long enough to whisper “Merry Christmas, darlin.” before plunging back into her mouth.
They stood and leisurely kissed like a bunch of teenagers, savoring the feel of each other in their hands and allowing themselves to get carried away by the passion that flowed between them.
Giving Rip a final, chaste kiss Beth pulled away and took a step back to allow Rip to take in her beauty. She could see his eyes roaming every square inch of her body. No man ever made her feel so gorgeous or cherished. She bit her lip and sweetly smiled up at him as she spoke “You like your surprise baby?”
His eyes got dark with his arousal. He spoke with a growl “Never had a better one.”
She gave him a devilish look as she cheekily replied “I’m all yours. Why don’t you unwrap your present?”
And with that Rip sank his hand into her hair and tugged her mouth to his once again as he ran his other hand all over her body. Settling on her chest, he cupped her full breast enjoying the weight of it in his palm. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, his fingers lightly pinched her nipple. She gasped into his mouth as a bolt of pleasure shot straight down to her core.
She removed her mouth from his and began to kiss down his neck where she nibbled on the sensitive spot between his neck and collarbone, relishing the little growl that came out of him as he gripped her hips and ground his hardness against her panties.
As desperate as she was to seek her own pleasure, she wanted to make sure this night would be one Rip would never forget. She kissed back up his neck, gently biting his earlobe as she tugged and began to scratch her nails down his chest as she lowered herself to her knees.
Her hands reached his waistband, quickly undoing his belt and pants before she furiously ripped them open and tugged them over his hips, dragging his underwear down with them. She could see the fire reflected in Rip’s eyes as she gently began caressing his cock. She could see a bead of excitement already forming on the tip and she softly swept her tongue out to taste him. She moaned in satisfaction as she slowly began to sink his full shaft into her mouth.
She started slowly, using her tongue to swirl around the tip. Her hand gently twisting around the base in tandem. She began to speed up her motions as she took him deeper into her throat. Rip’s hands came down to softly caress her face as he encouraged her to continue. Maintaining eye contact as she fucked him with her mouth, she began to take his whole cock down her throat until Rip abruptly pulled away with a gasp. “Fuck Beth, you’re too good at that.” he panted as he tried to regain some composure.
Beth stood up and raked her fingers through his hair, settling her hands on his shoulders and she slowly pushed him to lay on the ground. As he watched the shadows from the fire dance across her skin, she seductively unclipped her bra and allowed her breasts to fall free. Rip’s pupils dilated with desire as he watched her move to slip her panties down her legs.
Without any further delay, she sunk to her knees. She straddled Rip as he lay on the blanket. She leaned forward to kiss him languidly, reaching down to stroke him as she lined him up with her entrance. Using her other hand to push up, she sunk down slowly as she arched her back in pleasure.
It had been two years since she felt so full, so complete. She began to gently rock back and forth, wanting to slot him inside her as deep as possible and have him never leave. The fire burning next to her paled in comparison to the fire that was being stoked within her body.
Rip began to roll his hips in motion with her rocking. His thumb came down to swirl small circles over her clit as his other hand gripped her ass to encourage her movements. She was climbing her peak at a feverish pace, feeling her entire body beginning to flush.
Rip began to thrust into her with more force, grasping the waist of her garter belt to force her down onto his cock harder with each thrust. Her legs were beginning to shake with exertion. Rip could feel her rhythm slipping. Not wanting to interrupt their building passion he sat up and quickly moved her into his lap, wrapping her legs behind his back as he used her ass as leverage to pull her into him. Resuming their ferocious pace he pounded her onto his cock as her nails dig deep into his shoulders.
Both on the verge of their climax, Rip grasped her face roughly and brought her mouth to his as her explored her with his tongue. Rip knew she was close and he was not far behind, desperately holding back his release since he had her on her knees choking on his cock. Feeling the soft flutter beginning in her core, a tingle ran up his spine. He grasped her throat with a tight squeeze, whispering into her mouth as she gasped “Come for me Beth”.
With that last push of encouragement she was quaking above him, desperately seeking his mouth as she moaned her release. The clenching of her orgasm triggering Rip’s climax as he held himself deep inside her while her body continued to milk every last drop into her core.
They began to tenderly kiss for several minutes as they remained connected. Savoring the peacefulness of the moment pouring all of their unspoken feelings into each other. As their breathing came to slow, their foreheads met, Rip holding his breath afraid to break the spell. Beth spoke up first, whispering softly “God I missed you.”
Rip realizing the moment wasn’t lost just yet allowed himself to share in her sentiments as he replied “You have no idea.” Sighing as he continued to run his hands gently down her back he asked “How long do I have you for?”
She gave him a soft kiss as she leaned back and stared deep into his eyes as she spoke “About a week or so.”
She could see a brief flash of hurt in his eyes, knowing a week would never be enough. Unfortunately they were not at a place where forever was on the table so a week would have to do.
He shook off his disappointment and gave her a sweet grin as he replied. “I’ll take whatever I can get, baby. Having you in my arms is a dream come true, and even after you leave I’ll be dreaming about you then too.”
Balancing her in one arm, Rip used the other to support them as he leaned forward and stood up with Beth still in his arms. She shrieked a girly giggle as he hoisted her up and headed to the stairs where he planned to take full advantage of having her in his bed once again.