by Dawn Forrest
“You’re fucked now, Rachael,” he snarled.
She was panting and her face was flushed, but it wasn’t the physical exertions that had her nipples pebbling and her cunt creaming. It was the embodiment of her sexual fantasies lying over her.
“You will submit.”
She still struggled as he crushed her lips with his mouth and forced his tongue inside. He clasped one hand around both wrists and used the free one to hold her jaw while he took her mouth with a brutal kiss. The wildness inside of her clawed to get out. A switch tripped, and she found herself meeting his tongue with her own, pushing back; grinding her hips against his groin. He lifted his weight a little, and she wrapped her legs around him.
“No, Rachael, that’s not submitting. If I was prepared, I’d have you staked by now,” he growled.
Staked? Oh, my God. Rachael moaned at the erotic image and Joshua smiled wickedly when he heard her response.
“Another time, darlin’. I promise. Now, do you give in?”
* * * *
He looked down at his adorable, beautiful woman. All that struggling, grunting and cursing had left her flushed and looking aroused. By God, he loved her and her little games. He especially appreciated the chase. It fed his base desires.
She nodded.
“Don’t move.”
He pulled her jeans down and opened his own, then flipped her over. She couldn’t help wiggling her ass and grinding up against him.
Slap. “Ow!”
“I said, don’t move. Don’t speak, either. Only yes or no.”
Her white butt blossomed red where he had smacked her. Her succulent folds glistened, and he didn’t need to check her readiness. She was always ready for him, and he was perpetually aroused by her. He positioned his rock-hard cock and plunged into her all the way, balls deep. She gasped.
“Now I’m making you listen. We are gonna spend the rest of our lives together, and it’s gonna be fucking fantastic. Agreed?” He spoke through gritted teeth as he forged into her repeatedly.
“Yes,” she cried.
“We’ll get married soon, at Sweet Water, within the next two months. That should allow your friends and family time to make preparations for getting here. I’ll pay for the flights. You will not concern yourself about the cost.”
“But”—slap—“ow! Yes, okay, yes.”
“You can work full- or part-time, whatever you want.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll give ourselves a year or two before babies. In that time, I’ll fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are.” His voice broke with a groan as her slick channel tightened around him.
“Yes,” she panted.
“You’ll be a professional at the practice, a lady in livingroom, and a complete slut in our bed.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll live at Sweet Water until we build a house either for us or for James and Janet.”
“Yes,” she shrieked, her legs trembling and her cunt beginning to clench spasmodically.
“I fucking adore you, woman. You’ll always be mine.” His balls tightened, and he shot his sperm into her, claiming her body as his words claimed her soul.
“Yes!” she howled, shuddering with her own release.
He clutched her to him as they came down slowly from their climax, keeping her firm ass pressed against his muscular thighs.
“Well, I must say, Rachael, you are being very compliant,” he drawled, tapping her lightly on the ass. He sounded smug and satisfied.
“You won the right…this time.”
He chuckled. There she was with his cock buried deep inside her, still challenging him. She was perfect.
They headed back to the horses and stripped off their clothes to cool down in the fresh, clear river water. Isabella, the housekeeper, had packed a picnic with lots of tasty treats. They sat on a picnic blanket. Joshua was propped up against a boulder with Rachael between his legs leaning against his chest. Half dressed, they ate and chatted, lazily enjoying the late afternoon.
“Okay, now I’m going to do this right.”
Joshua shifted, standing up and pulling her with him. He held her hand, got down on one knee, and presented her with an empty box.
“Er, it’s traditional in England to actually have a ring,” she said, biting her cheek and failing to keep a straight face.
“Well, darlin’, I’m having a ring made, but I didn’t want to wait.”
She leaned over and fondled his balls through his jeans. “These are the only jewels I’m interested in.”
“That’s certainly one of the many reasons why I love you,” he echoed her words of the night before. “Now, Miss Harrison, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
“Mr. Ryden, yes. I love you so much. How could I not? Now, about those field tests you wanted to conduct…”
Epilogue
Roy Crossling was going to get his hands on his oil no matter what. Janet Ryden was under the watchful eye of the deputy and she disliked him now anyway. He’d have to try another way and he had a plan. Meantime, he was pissed that he’d had to sell his best horse cheaply. Secretly in the night, he’d delivered the animal to an address out of the county, and all for nothing because the bitch was now a fully licensed vet, still working with Colin and still living at Flora’s Place. The only positive thing was that if she married Ryden, she wouldn’t be around the cabin and near his land so much. He didn’t want her to discover the illegal drilling he’d started. The sooner she was gone the better. Frustration and hatred smoldered in his belly.
* * * *
Janet was over the moon for her brother and the family. Rachael would not only be a great friend but also a great sister. All this love in the air had her thoughts constantly meandering back to Deputy Mitch Mathews. Things were getting very interesting in bedwell, not only in bed but all over the house, actually, and she knew it wasn’t possible to be more satisfied than he made her. She couldn’t get enough of the man, but she would soon have to go back to college, and for the first time ever, she didn’t relish the thought of leaving. She consoled herself with the fact that it wasn’t for long. Her final exams and dissertation would be finished in July, just in time for the wedding. Then she planned on being home, for good, in Meadow Ridge County with Mitch.
* * * *
Shannon O’Reilly was both shocked and delighted to receive a phone call from her best friend Rachael, informing her that she was getting married and wanted Shannon to be the Chief Bridesmaid. She really needed a break from her hectic work schedule and this would be a great opportunity to do just that.
Rachael had sounded excited and very much in love. She wouldn’t let it affect their friendship but darn it, why did Rachael have to be marrying a Texan cattle rancher and oil man?
For a few years now, Shannon had laid down her jacket of environmental activism and donned the respectable cloak of an environmental consultant. She thought that she could better instigate changes and promote environmental awareness by lobbying for tighter legislation to protect the environment and educating businesses, rather than chaining herself to railings. It was certainly more comfortable.
She just hoped that this Ryden fellow wasn’t an ignorant redneck whom she hated on sight. No, she didn’t think that would be Rachael’s type. But what did she know? She wouldn’t have said that a whirlwind romance was Rachael’s modus operandi either. Rachael had mentioned some pretty strange relationship arrangements in the county. It made her quite hot and bothered just thinking about it.
* * * *
James was pleased for his brother. Joshua had been lonely for far too long and had thrown himself into the business to compensate, but now he had a really great woman who seemed to somehow complete him. James couldn’t remember seeing his brother so happy. If only he and Luke could find someone like that. A wedding was as good a place as any to do a little pussy hunting. Lots of single ladies at a romantic occasion. Finding Ms. Right would be like hitting the jackpot while playing the slots. Thing
s may be about to get interesting.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I was born in the industrial North West of England but was lucky enough to spend most of my weekends messing about on my Grandparents organic farm.
I went to University in Scotland and met my future husband there. We were married, in Florida, in a hot air balloon, and are still married to this day nearly 20 years later; plus two kids.
We have travelled extensively and move internationally with my husband’s work. For some time now we have been expats, not staying in one country for more than three years. This had given me the opportunity to meet many wonderful and interesting people, often with fascinating stories to tell.
I try to have fun where ever I am and see humour in most circumstances. I started my first novel in South Africa and finished it in India. I have no idea where we will be in the near future but I intend to keep on writing because I love it. I hope that you enjoy reading my stories and my characters as much as I enjoyed creating them.
Many thanks for reading,
Dawn Forrest
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com