by Sarah Silver
“I’m not fixing to send you anywhere. Truth be told, I can’t turn you away not when you make me feel the way you do,” he said.
He turned her tear-drenched face to his and kissed her. His lips were so sweet and warm. And Hailey had been incredibly starved for him. Hailey was impassioned, plunging her tongue into his mouth, plundering its sugar. He broke the kiss urgently.
“I have to know what have you done?” he insisted.
“Why do you need a mail order wife?” she asked randomly.
“No,” he scolded gently. “My question first and then I will tell you anything you want to know.”
Hailey sucked up her courage. “Warden and the baby were my sister’s family, “ she said, the thunderstorm of emotion mercifully staying at bay. “My sister Hailey is the one who wrote to you and exchanged all the letters with. I didn’t know about it until she died. I adored her -”
Tears streamed down her face faster than she could wipe them off.
She continued. “She was almost three years older than me. We were all the family we had left. We had an aunt, “ she rolled her eyes. “Anyhow, Warden and Hailey had a town home where we all lived together. First the baby died of fever, then Warden. Hailey and I were spared it. I don’t know what is worse. Getting sick or being spared. Just when I thought everything was getting back to normal, a simple little accident --”
Hailey took a deep breath. She felt like she had been talking forever.
“I must be heavy on your lap,” she said.
“You’re fine. So please,” he said, his voice was firm. “Tell me your name.”
“I’m Cora,” she said, finding courage to look into his blue eyes.
“I see,” he said, the way he felt towards her warming considerable.
He was no longer stiff or standoffish. It was as through the truth had lifted a wall between them.
“So there, that wasn’t so bad,” he continued. “Tell me the truth, was it?”
“You’re not going to send me away?” she whispered.
“I married you sweetheart. If you go anywhere, I’m liable to put you over my knee,” his eyes actually twinkled.
Seized with a sudden fear, she asked, “Do you reckon our vows stuck because I wasn’t who I said I was?”
“We can say them again,” he laughed. “I don’t imagine the preacher standing up for us one more time. But just so you know, I’m calling you by your name. I’m calling you Cora.”
“That’s fine with me,” she said with relief. “It was making me so sad to have my sister’s name on my mind all the time.”
He kissed her nose. “We must always tell each other the truth of it. It makes it so much better between us.”
“It does,” she agreed, feeling free to be easy with him.
“In every way,” he said, his voice laced with seduction.
He took her mouth with his and kissed her like he had while they were in bed. It was a slow, simmering kiss that rushed her with arousal. It overtook her body like a flash flood. She was at once aching and empty with need for him.
“Cora,” he murmured her name.
As his mouth ravished hers, his hands searched her. His palms were so large and powerful against her delicate teacup sized breasts. She loved being in her handsome husband’s embrace. It thrilled her in a way that had never expected it could.
“So sweet,” he said. “Now that that is out of the way, I have to figure out a way to end this party. I am going to ache for you until I can get you alone again. Wouldn’t be proper to just disappear any longer than we have. Come.”
Charlie took Cora’s hand. He stopped without warning and kissed her again. Slowly, powerfully, as though he had to have just one more before entering the house. He walked them up to the call box, where the caller called out the dance steps out.
“Folks,” he said, quieting everyone out. “Newly married people are always learning and discovering things out about one another.”
He turned to Cora and winked. He gave her that he still held a little tug to assure her.
“I just learned that my sweet, wonderful, beautiful little wife prefers to go by the name of Cora. It’s kind of a silly story and one that we will keep between the two of us at least for now. So without further ado, I would to introduce all of you all to my new wife, Mrs. Charles Anthony Halverson. Cora.”
Everyone erupted in boisterous applause and whoops and hollers. There were a couple of cattle whistles in there too. Cora had had a raging crush on her new husband. Now she was certain she was head over heels in love with him.
He spoke to the musicians behind the call box and then offered her his arm. “Mrs. Halverson, will you dance with me?”
The crowd cleared. They looked with smiles as Charlie danced her slowly around the middle of the floor. Cora’s heart was brimming. It flowed over in delicate tears of relief and of love.
“I didn’t tell you how beautiful you look,” he said softly.
The hunter’s look in his eyes went straight to her belly. She was filled with warmth and aching for him. She had the strong desire to lay back and offer herself to him.
“You are very handsome,” she had the courage to say. “So handsome.”
She was done in by her own words. The mere mention of how attracted she was to him flooded her with arousal and she teetered. She could feel the feeling rise to her face. She had to have an expression. It made her feel sort of bewildered.
He smiled softly at her. “Am I now?” he asked rhetorically. “I am pleased that you think so.”
“I am pleased I think so to,” she said without thinking.
When she realized she had said that out loud, she held her fingers to her surprised mouth. He let go a full laugh. He stopped the dance to pull her close to him. To wrap her into his massive arms, against his rock hard chest and laugh.
“I think we’re going to be happy, Cora,” he said.
“I think we already are,” she replied.
Chapter Ten
The guests left finally at the stroke of midnight. Charlie decided that was the perfect time to call it a night. His employees cleaned up just enough before he dismissed them to. And when he and Cora were alone, he swept her up in his massive arms and dashed up the winding stairs.
He practically tossed her on the massive Eiderdown mattress in their master bedroom. They both worked furiously to free her from the imprisoning party dress. He finally unfastened all the hooks that ran up the back of her dress.
“You’re wearing sack frocks from now on. A man could die trying to hold his wife,” he complained.
He peeled off the dress. He regarded her with the strangest expression. It was pained and tormented. Cora understood it completely.
“You are so beautiful,” he remarked, trailing his hand along the corseted lines of her body.
He tweezed her nipple, peaking over the cup of her corset. Cora lurched; the pleasure went straight between her legs.
“Cora,” he whispered.
He hovered over her as she lay flat on the bed. She looked up at him.
“I’ve been wrong,” he said. “I punished you for keeping a secret from me and now I have one for you. I cannot take you until I tell on myself if you will have me after that.”
Cora was afraid.
“What?” she asked.
He took a deep breath. “I got some unsubstantiated word about your sister. That she had passed. That’s why I didn’t show. I was there in town just as a coincidence. The driver of the coach came and fetched me.
But when I saw you and saw that you matched her description in every way I figured I had been mistaken. The person giving me the news made me pay for it that’s why I was a bit skeptical. I was way hard on you. I am so sorry –”
She could see that it pained him to say out loud what he had done.
“This is our wedding night, Charlie Halverson. Let’s celebrate our new life together,” she said.
Charlie stood like a mountain out of the earth and took off his clothes. Co
ra rolled over so that he could unlace her.
“Oh my goodness, that feels so much better,” she exclaimed.
“I’m going to forbid you to wear these things too. Maybe,” he growled.
And while she was on her belly, he got behind her. He drew her back against him. He reached around in between her legs and toyed with her there. Cora lifted her thigh and rested it up and on his. She felt so delicate against his large brawny frame.
He cupped her breasts as he pushed his rigid erection into her. He was tender for she was sore from the night before. But she was wet and ready for him. She had gotten herself all worked up by thinking about him during the whole day.
He encouraged her to fan her thigh, up and down as he moved in and out of her. He was a brilliant lover for that indeed made her pleasure stronger. He pressed his mouth to the ticklish base of her neck, toying with her with the devilish tip of his tongue. She whimpered with the pleasure of it. She did not hold back. She cried out with the pleasure he gave her.
“Mmm,” he purred. He moved his mouth to her earth and pleasured her there.
Cora arched down against him. Driven by timeless instinct, she rocked against him in wild rhythm, chasing the ecstasy that was building within her.
“Let it come baby,” he encouraged her. “Let it come.”
His voice was an aphrodisiac to her and it was her response to it that pushed her over the edge. She tumbled into a canyon of rapture. Her body spasmed with the pureness of it. No part of her was spared. It pushed out through the top of her head out through her toes. She was a tingling, quivering mass and still he drove into her.
Charlie wound her round him, while staying inside. He coaxed her to her back. He brushed the hair away from her face and looked deep into her eyes. She was helplessly bathed in ecstasy. She felt him tense. His head tilted up and his eyes fluttered. He was finding his pleasure too. He was like a magnificent beast.
He roared as his pleasure hit. It was so magnificent. So perfect. Cora loved him completely. He crumpled onto the bed, spent. He took her into her arms and held her the whole night though. He loved her twice more before dawn. Charlie loved her completely too.
Stuffed by the Two Rival Cowboys
By: Erin Walsh
Stuffed by the Two Rival Cowboys
© Erin Walsh 2016 – All rights reserved
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Chapter One
It’s been a whole month since my ex-boyfriend, John, kicked me out of the house because he had found someone else. We’ve been together ever since we were fifteen years old and his infidelity had hit me hard. Not only did he disrespect me by bringing another woman into our home, he had to up and kick me out instead of moving in with the woman. I had no family in Helena, Montana and he knew this. I also didn’t have a dime to my name because I recently just finished graduate school and hadn’t found a job yet.
“This has been the worse month of my life.” I said to no one in particular. The night air was hot and I was sweating like crazy. I only had enough money for a motel for a few more nights then I’d be homeless. “He took everything from me.” I said as tears slid down my face. John normally paid my cell phone bill and it was just turned off yesterday so even if I did want to reach out for someone for help, I couldn’t. He threw all of my clothes out of the house and it took everything in me not to strike him or that home-wrecking slut.
I quickened my steps when I came across homeless people who littered the streets. They constantly asked for money and even though I felt bad for them, I needed what little money that I had for myself. “I might end up like one of them soon.” It was a sobering thought that I hoped wouldn’t be made into a reality. I needed a miracle to happen to me soon. I made it to the run-down motel in one piece and smiled shyly at the receptionist at the desk. I made my way to room 207 and closed my door quickly. I heard the headboard from someone’s bed banging against my wall and I knew right then and there what they were doing.
“Why can’t people respect others who have to listen to them have loud sex?” To tune them out I turned on the too small television. There were only three things to watch on TV: the news, a re-run of I love Lucy, and a porno. “I love Lucy it is”. I pulled out my phone and was happy to see that I had Wi-Fi because I needed to find a job soon. I received my Master’s Degree in Addiction Studies and unfortunately there weren’t any jobs that were hiring in my area. I applied for so many other jobs outside of my degree, but I was turned away by many of them because I didn’t have enough work experience. Was it so wrong to focus on one’s studies so that they could land their dream job once they were finished with school? It’s not like I didn’t want to work but I took a full course load of classes that kept me busy day and night. So it was sad to say at twenty-four years old I didn’t have work experience.
I’d been so desperate to get a job and find some place to live that I applied to a mail order bride advertisement. I knew that it was silly and dangerous, but I refused to live on the streets. I lived in a women’s shelter for one night and was shocked that some of the women there were thieves. Each and every individual there was going through bad times and I couldn’t understand what made someone steal from someone the same as them. “I will never go back there.” I said to myself. I hated to stoop so low, but at least if I was to get the mail order bride position that I’d have someplace to live. I wouldn’t have to worry where my next meal was going to come from or if I was going to eat anything at all. If I could only get an interview with the man, I’m sure that he’d pick me.
I might not have had much at the moment, but what I did have was good looks. I was five foot three inches with a slim build. Even though I was slim I had impressive assets. I was curvaceous with big breasts and a curvaceous round bottom to match. I kept my hair in a short bob which really made my honey eyes glow. My hair was dyed auburn which went well with my caramel skin color. I was quite the looker even though a lot of my make-up and hair routine was eliminated. I was sure that many gorgeous women applied to the position, but I’m sure that they didn’t have the full package like I did. Brains and beauty went a long way with guys who were sick of having bimbo arm candy women. Logging into my email I still didn’t see a message from Eric Lowe, the man who posted the mail order bride ad. I wanted to look at his picture again to be sure that I was willing to go with whatever if he chose me. He was a decent looking man, not the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he wasn’t bad.
“Let’s see.” I said and read through his profile. He is thirty-four years old and divorced. He’s an accountant with a modest income. He owned his own home and he enjoyed to play golf along with some other things that I wasn’t really interested in. “He’s definitely not my type.” I said shaking my head from side to side. He didn’t sound fun at all, interesting, but not fun. I sighed and thought about John. I hated that he was the reason why I was even considering doing this. It was crazy, dangerous,
and stupid. I also hated that despite everything he’s put me through this past month that I still loved him like crazy. “He’s the only man I’ll ever love this way.” It hurt to know that I gave him my virginity and first kiss and all he gave me was heartache. I didn’t even know that he wasn’t happy; there were no signs or anything.
“He’s an amazing actor.” I mumbled. I wondered what he was doing at this very moment. Was he happy with the slut that he left me for? What did she have that I didn’t have? All these questions would probably never be solved because John wasn’t even answering the phone when I called him. I didn’t want to get back together with him or anything like that; I just wanted to know why he had to hurt me like that. I shook my head because thinking about him only put me in an even more horrible mood. I needed to focus on getting myself out of the situation that I was currently in. My body felt sore and my stomach grumbled. I didn’t have enough money to go out and get some actual food so I satisfied myself with some potato chips I picked up from the store. With a heavy heart I relaxed on the bed and went to sleep.
****
I had nightmares all night last night which caused me not to sleep well. I sighed irritably and made my way to the small bathroom. I was at least happy that management kept the bathroom clean because if they hadn’t, I don’t think that I would have been able to use it. I turned on the shower and took off my clothes. The water was hot, but not too hot as it ran down my face and body. I couldn’t help the tears that escaped my eyes then. Nothing was going my way and I needed a miracle to happen for me soon. I couldn’t keep this up too much longer and I wondered what had I done to deserve this cruel reality that I was living in now. I got out of the shower and wrapped the white towel around my body. I brushed my teeth and went back in to the lonely room and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I guess I could go to the library today and the DHS office.” I said. I knew that the DHS would issue me a bridge card for food and possibly even help me with finding a place to live. I needed to go to the library in order to apply for some more jobs. I reached across my bed then and picked up my cell phone. The Wi-Fi was weaker than the day before, but I was happy that I was still able to get on the internet. I opened my email and my eyes went wide once I saw that Eric had emailed me back. I read through his email quickly and a smile broke out over my face. He said that I seemed like someone he’d be interested in getting to know. He also said that I was very beautiful which made me blush. He wanted to know if I’d meet him for dinner and I had no qualms with that. I emailed him back quickly telling him that I’d love to meet up with him. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I was living in a motel, so I told him that I’d meet him there.