It hadn’t even been a week after the wedding and they were back to being the two strangers sharing a house, as they had been on her first day there. Finn acted like she was part of the staff in the house, talking to her about the affairs of the house, and not much else.
Irene wrote a letter home after her first week there, describing her handsome new husband, who cared about her and her big house with many servants. She wanted to sound happy in her letters, unwilling to betray even a hint of what she was going through, so people wouldn’t pity her.
Finn had entered her room one night and fumbled around with her clothes, but she had pretended to sleep, needing him, but denying him that control over her body. If he couldn’t love her, he couldn’t fuck her either.
Finn hadn’t tried again, and there was now of a platonic domestic nature. Both of them were convinced they were in the right and wouldn’t back down from their stance. If this was what their marriage would be like that was alright with them. Finn consoled himself with the fact that the ranch house was predominantly why he had married her. And whenever he wanted to have children, he would talk to her about it, it was a part of her duties as a wife after all and for now he wasn’t going to give in to her childish tantrum.
Chapter 5
About two weeks in to their newlywed life, disaster struck the ranch. Irene woke up one night to screams and she looked out of her window to see bright orange flames dance in the distance. She quickly covered herself in a robe and rushed out. Finn’s room was empty and the servants were milling about. She caught a hold of Sally only to find out that Finn was out there with the ranch hands trying to control the fire. One of the living quarters had caught fire from a lantern and it had spread to a nearby shed that had bales of hay in it. All the men and women of the ranch were rushing with buckets of water, trying to control the orange headed beast that roared high and loud.
There was a shed with cattle nearby, and they were greatly agitated. Finn was trying to let them out and save them from the fire that was threatening to spread close to them. Irene rushed to the spot in her night gown, and found Finn lying on the floor in agony as his men continued to put out the fire.
She knelt down in front of him and saw that he had broken his ankle. The cattle had been greatly agitated by the fire and the commotion, he had gotten knocked over and some cattle had trampled on his leg leaving his ankle broken and bent in a painful looking ankle.
Irene instructed two men to pick him up and carry him to the house as she oversaw the rest of the progress of the attempt to put out the fire.
She stood with the men for a couple of hours, till only a smoldering heap remained of the shed. The living quarters of the ranch hands were gone too and she finally went back to the house.
Finn was in his bed, sleeping in exhaustion. She felt his brow and found him hot and sweating. She asked Sally to get her water and a wet towel and sat next to him, wetting his fevered brow and stroking his head as he slept. She sent some men to get a doctor from the town and sat up with Finn’s head in her lap, finally nodding off to sleep, with a wet cloth on his forehead.
She was woken up by Finn stirring, she told him the doctor was on his way and that everything would be fine. Finn struggled to get up, but he seemed to be in a great deal of pain.
“Was it all destroyed?” Finn asked her worriedly.
“No, just a shed and a couple of houses, not a single head of cattle lost. No injury to any of your men. Nothing to worry about, we will have you fixed up in no time.”Finn smiled weakly at her in gratitude.
The doctor arrived and bound his leg, setting the bone straight and asking him to keep his weight off it. He told Irene that if a fracture of the ankle like this wasn’t allowed to heal properly, Finn could have a pronounced limp permanently.
Irene marched back into the room and sat down next to Finn who was groaning in pain. The setting of the bone had been a painful process and he was drenched in sweat.
She got a piece of cloth and some water and took off his shirt. He was lying naked on the bed while she tenderly wiped his feverish body down.
Finn moaned, the cool water relaxed him a little and he soon nodded off again. When he came to, Finn wanted to call all the ranch hands in and discuss what was to be done. Timber needed to be bought and work needed to start on the homes. They had also lost some feed for the livestock and Finn wanted to make sure they didn’t run out.
Irene instructed him to rest. She made sure she understood everything that needed to be done and left him to rest as she called all the ranch hands to the house. She sent two of Finn’s most trusted men with about 300 head of cattle; they were to sell them and buy timber. One of the older more experienced ranchmen was asked to take stock of how much of the feed they had lost, and to make sure it got replenished.
She asked the men to get her comparative prices, so she could keep her husband informed. She wanted the men to know that they couldn’t cheat her, this was her home and she had to be the one who took charge of the situation.
Irene spent most of her day in Finn’s room, making him comfortable. She wiped him down daily, his pain made him sweat greatly and she made sure he didn’t stay uncomfortably warm.
One of the male servants helped carry him to the outhouse, and she had also kept a bucket around, so he spent almost no time on his foot. She told him about the dealings with the men, the timber was here and they had started rebuilding the shed and the quarters.
Finn had wanted to go see the progress once he felt a little better, but Irene forbade it. She had told him about the doctor’s warning and assured him that she was taking care of things.
Finn had never really let go of any control he had over his ranch. He had worked on it since he was a child and it was his legacy to him, his life. But Irene seemed to be doing a good job. He was surprised to see how well she handled the men, she had told him about the prices the cattle had gone for. He could have gotten a slightly better price, but her sharp mind impressed him. She walked around the house like its true mistress now. The servants listened to her every command and Finn felt his worries melt away. For once, he felt he could relax and let someone else take over. She had been diligent and dutiful and Finn felt very grateful.
Once the pain got a little better, he started spending the day sitting up in bed, reading. Irene would join him, and sit on a chair near his bed, her head buried in some book, or her hands busy with some needlework.
There was suddenly affection between them that they both felt. Irene would caress his cheek or Finn would put his hand on hers. But they would both stop themselves, their love had started in a way that had left them both fearful and neither wanted to rush things again, now that they seemed to have found respect and friendship.
Irene was sitting up in her bed one night, worrying about a ranch hand who had disappeared. His home had been destroyed in the fire and a day back, he had just left. One of the men had told her he had found employment elsewhere. With the rebuilding of the ranch and the regular work that needed to be put in, the workers were all overworked, despite the three new people she had hired.
She was going over plans to divide the work evenly between them when she heard soft groans from Finn’s bed. She rushed out, entering his room to find him covered with sweat, tossing and turning.
She quickly sat down next to him and put her hand on his forehead. His eyes fluttered open and he calmed down a bit.
“Did I wake you up?” He asked her in a tired voice.
“No, I was up. Does it hurt a lot?” Irene asked him, worried.
“I moved it in my sleep. It will be alright.” He smiled weakly at her.
Irene took a moist cloth and quietly took off his shirt, gently letting the water wash away his hot sweat. Finn closed his eyes and took his hand to hers.
He guided her hand downwards, and she obliged him by removing the covers. He was completely naked, his manhood erect, even in his pain.
“Maybe this will distract me from the pain.” Finn looked
at her questioningly.
Irene bent forward and kissed him on the lips.
“Let me know if I can do anything at all to help.”
She had left the cloth now, her hand wrapped around his member, his lips parted in pleasure.
“You have been exceptionally good to me. I can’t imagine what I would have done without you.” Finn closed his eyes as he said it and Irene realized how hard it must have been for him, to be the one who calls the truce.
“I just want to take care of you. I was so scared when I saw the fire; I was terrified something would happen to you. You are my husband, and this is but a broken leg. We have much to be grateful for.”
She returned his kiss, took off her clothes and got into bed with him, making sure she was away from his bad leg. She turned to one side and looked into his face, her hands playing with his hair.
“I will sleep in my room tonight, because your leg does need a bed all to itself. But as soon as you’re better, I think we should move into the same room.”
Finn smiled at her, “I think that would be quite nice, in fact, I think my leg can share the bed with my beautiful wife. I think that might make him feel a lot better.”
Finn’s hands groped at her body, and she rested her head on top of his, letting him feel every inch of her body. She felt his lips on her breasts as he sucked on her nipple, squeezing her breasts, making her moan.
She wanted to please him, to take care of him. He had loved her, he was just incapable of showing it and she had let the unnerving first two weeks get to her. She had almost written their marriage off, resigning herself to a loveless life. But the tenderness in his caresses right now made her tear up.
Finn looked up and saw her eyes moisten up.
“Is anything wrong?” He asked her in a panicked voice.
“No!” Irene explained “This is nice, I like this and I’m just happy.” She shed a few tears and smiled an embarrassed smile as she wiped them away.
Finn kissed her, overwhelmed by the love in that moment.
“I love you, Mrs. Edwards. I feel extremely lucky that I found you. I couldn’t have asked for more, and I just wish I hadn’t been so afraid before. I just wish I had known you were the one I was waiting for. I’m sorry I took so long to see it.”
He took her hand in his and kissed it. Irene’s tears flowed a little more freely now as she buried her head in his chest. She started to nip at his chest hair and her legs started to coil around his good leg.
“I want to make you feel good, forget about the pain for a little while.”
She got up and lowered herself on to his lap.
“Tell me if anything hurts and tell me whenever you need me to move.”
Finn nodded as his erection grew. Irene was facing him and sitting on his thighs, her ample breasts right in front of him. Swaying as she bent forward to kiss him.
Finn pulled her closer to his cock so he could rub himself against her moist and warm mound. Irene shuddered and closed her eyes, scooting forward and letting his cock slide against her pussy.
She moaned and clutched at her chest, squeezing her breasts as he watched, his hands on her hips, moving her as he groaned in pleasure, his eyes hungrily devouring her body.
Irene raised herself on her hunches and guided his cock inside her, her pussy was slick with juices and Finn felt his cock slide inside her as she eased herself on to him.
She felt him tear inside her, and she dropped suddenly, sitting on top of him, his cock impaling her. She could feel him fill her, her pussy stretched out by his girth.
She waited till she felt more comfortable and started to move on top of him. She tried a couple f different movements, before she settled on her hunches, lowering herself on and off his cock.
Finn was groaning with pleasure and she could feel his legs stared to tremble under her. Finn groped at her breasts and her belly, squeezing her flesh with his fingers as she fucked him.
He took one hand to her pussy and started to massage her clit and she rode him. Irene was thrashing on top of him now, her body started to shake as Finn started to thrust back a little under her. Their bodies crashed together as Irene came, her pussy shuddered around him and he felt her juices flow around his cock, making him pour his cum inside her, as his fingers drew little circles on her pussy.
They both collapsed after they came, Finn had his arms around Irene, pressing her to him, trying to hug her as tightly as he could.
Irene suddenly sat up, remembering his injury and she turned to look at his foot.
“Did I hurt you? How’s your leg?” she asked him, her eyes wide with worry.
“What leg?” Finn grinned at her.
Irene got off him gingerly and lay down next to him, getting under the covers; they both lay in each other’s arms for a while before she heard Finn’s soft snores. She didn’t want to disturb his sleep so she stayed unmoving in his arms till sleep took over.
When they woke up the next day, Irene had to hurriedly dress while Sally knocked on their door. They had slept till seven and there was business to attend to.
Sally smiled at Irene as she opened the door, and Irene blushed back at her, her mind giddy with joy.
She hurriedly got dressed and went to take care of business. She was going to hire more men today, so the rebuilding was completed before Finn got back on his feet.
Chapter 6
Finn’s foot got better soon, he had spent rather long on the bed and he couldn’t wait to get back to work. He went over the work that Irene had handled and he felt pride surge through him. He had married a smart and capable woman, and she had taken care of his business surprisingly well.
They had lost some money with the fire, but he knew it was all going to be okay now. It was time for a trip to New Orleans, so they could replenish the herd a little. And he had taken a steer that he knew would fetch him a good price.
Irene had gone with him; they had visited Finn’s aunt who was quite taken by Irene. Impressed at the change in Finn’s demeanor, she could see that Irene was keeping him happy. They even went to the cattle market together as he showed her the ropes. The men they did business with were prone to be less stubborn around a woman and Irene was capable of driving a hard bargain herself. She was really good at the business and Finn wanted them to be a team from now on, together they would bring back the old days of glory to the farm. Together, they were going to be an unstoppable force.
As soon as they got back home, they settled into a life of domestic bliss. Their love had an extremely satisfying physical side and they both worked hard, making the ranch a happy and prosperous home.
Finn woke up one morning and found Irene retching outside the door. He had been awakened by her hurrying off the bed and he was suddenly worried.
“Are you okay?” Finn had rushed to her side.
“I am, please go back inside.”
Irene didn’t want to be seen like that and Finn obeyed her wishes. He asked her later if she had eaten something that had disagreed with her. But Irene had kept quiet, her face slightly ashen.
“I think we should send for the doctor. You don’t look very well.”
Irene smiled at him shyly, “We don’t need a doctor, my love.” Irene had been around enough pregnant women to know what ailed her.
“We’re going to need a midwife.”
Finn seemed confused for a while and when it finally dawned on him, he almost danced with joy. Irene had been his most fruitful business deal. He could hardly believe his luck, but somehow his mail order bride had arrived as a stranger and become his entire life.
They were going to have a child and his American dream had finally been realized on the frontier. His life was finally all coming together. If only his father would be here to see him.
The End
BONUS
THE DOCTOR IS IN
BY
BRITTANY DREAMS
All characters in this book or publication are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is coinci
dental.
WARNING
The publication contains sexually explicit material and is intended for a mature audience. All characters are 18 years or older and the sex within this story is consensual.
Copyright 2015 by Brittany Dreams
Introduction
The Doctor’s In
When Grace Murphy gets invited out of town for the weekend by her boss, Dr. Damian Weston, she’s convinced it’s the beginning of something special. That is until she learns that it isn’t exactly pleasure he has in mind. Even though she agrees to make the best of it, she longs to do something more than work. When she is offered the chance to change things up will she throw caution to the wind and go for it? Or, will she run away from the forbidden offer and never look back? What will happen when two doctors have the opportunity to show a nurse the exciting weekend she’s been longing for?
Warning this book contains
(XXX, Menage, MFM, Reluctant Sex, Taboo Sex)
Chapter 1
Grace Murphy sat at her desk and typed in her last notes for the previous patient. She was busy in thought and didn’t notice the man that walked up beside her. “Who do we have next, Grace?”
She looked up and he smiled at him. Dr. Weston was the perfect man in every way. He smiled and women fell to their knees. When he talked to you, it was like you were the only person that mattered to him. When she got the job nearly six months ago to be his nurse, she felt like she was the luckiest woman in the world. His dimples remained on his cheeks, waiting for her response. She looked down at her notes, hoping he didn’t see how red her cheeks were.
“Hollie Gordon is here for her yearly exam. Are you ready for me to prep her?”
“That would be great.” He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. In most cases, one might frown upon that as sexual harassment. However, Grace relished the thoughts of his hands touching her.
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