“You’ll see it as soon as we come around the bend here. Nothing grand.”
“It doesn’t have to be grand. It’ll be our home. That makes it special.”
The buckboard dipped then righted again. She shut her eyes, gasped and held on tight. When she opened her eyes, she saw her new home. Two stories with freshly whitewashed milled siding. A porch ran across the front. A small pond was nestled near a tall cedar. As they wheeled around to stop in front, she made out the stable in the rear alongside a slightly overrun vegetable garden.
“Well?”
“It’s beautiful, Cord.” He’d built it for another woman, not Star, yet somehow she’d have to make it their home.
He hopped from the buckboard and held out his hands, then placed them around her waist and assisted her down ever so gently. Instead of kissing her, he frowned and rubbed his chin. “Uh, the house is aired and the bed linens are new. It’s ready for my new wife.” He cleared his throat. “There’s nothing of Annie’s left behind. I saw to that.”
More and more uncomfortable, she shot him a grateful glance. “I feel like an interloper. Like maybe I don’t belong.”
Chapter Twenty-one
Something else Cord had worried about during the vows. Might as well meet it head-on. “This is our home, Star. What happened before is over. Our home…where we’ll have our family.”
Without giving a warning, he scooped his new wife off her feet and climbed the two steps to the porch. She squealed, held on tight and buried her face in the curve of his shoulder.
He opened the door and carried her over the threshold. “Now it’s official.” He set her down. “Welcome home, Mrs. Tate.”
He dipped his head and kissed her hard, pulled her close and cupped her ass in his hands. While he rubbed her mound against his cock, he licked her lips, chewing on them. Sweetest, most generous mouth this side of the Rio Grande. Sweetest pussy, too.
“Think you need to see the bedroom right now, Missus.”
“If you say so. See how obedient I am, so far.”
“I’m relieved, though I didn’t expect you’d decline.”
“We do have some unfinished lessons, do we not?”
“Believe so, wife.”
He swooped her up again and headed for the stairs. It was time to bury himself in his new wife and damn the consequences. And soon, ’cause his cock was about to burst the buttons from his breeches.
Bounding up the steps, he heated with the effort. Thank God, he’d left the upstairs windows open so the cross-ventilation would keep them a tad more comfortable.
He set Star on her feet. She glanced around the room then looked up at him, her full bottom lip trembling. “I’m gonna take this slow and easy. Don’t be afraid.”
“I’ll never be afraid of you or anything you want to do to me. And you already know I’ll do anything you want.”
He clenched his fists for a second, almost afraid to touch her, this wife of his. No matter how many times he’d touched her before. Each time was like loving her anew. He started with the tiny buttons on the front of her dress. Slowly one at a time, he pressed a kiss as each bit of her fair flesh was revealed. She arched her back and moaned with each touch.
He eased the top of her dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her full tits swelled above the lacy undergarment. He buried his nose in the warm valley between them and inhaled the fragrance: sweet, like some kind of flower. “Skin’s soft as a baby’s butt,” he murmured. “And you smell so good.”
“My pussy’s getting wet. Think you could move up the pace a bit?”
“Your pussy’s wet? Now how’d that happen? I better check.” He reached under the full skirt for her mound and massaged her clit through her bloomers. “Yeah, you’re wet all right.”
He removed his hand.
“Don’t stop,” she said with a squeal, but stood there allowing him to take his time all the same.
“We got all night, darlin’.” He unlaced the lacy booster thing. “This is sure some contraption. Not sure I approve. Might make a man want to do dangerous things to his wife.” He slipped it off her shoulders. Finally. Those full tits with their coral tips were his and his alone. “Mighty nice they are, ma’am.” He weighed one in his hand and felt the firm heft then latched on to the other breast and sucked the nipple into a tight, round bead and grazed it lightly with his teeth.
His wife moaned and sagged into his arms. “I need to lie down.”
He chuckled, loving her responsive body. “Not yet.” He unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall then slipped the petticoat over her round ass. Next off with the danged bloomers. He jerked them down, and she stepped out of them, kicking them to the side while she bit her bottom lip.
Her entire ever-loving body was on display for him alone. The thick red thatch of crisp curls where her slim ivory thighs joined was enough to send a man straight to heaven.
Soon he would part those thighs and make her his wife for real. Just like she wanted. A man couldn’t live his life in fear. Not if he was a real man.
“It’s my turn,” she told him with a saucy toss of her hair. “First, this silly tie. Did I tell you just how handsome you looked as I walked down the aisle?” She shook her head and loosened his cravat. “No, I didn’t. But the sheriff was looking mighty fine. And do you have any idea of the naughty thoughts I was having? ‘Course not. You would’ve blushed.” While unbuttoning his shirt—too damn slowly for his liking—she pressed her mound against his cock and gave a little wiggle.
“Whoa, baby. Careful.” Shards of lust spiked from his balls to his prick. Not that it wasn’t already hard enough to nail a board, much less the woman before him.
“So touchy.” A delicious giggle emitted from her sweet throat. Finally. She yanked the shirt tail from his trousers and slipped his shirt and jacket off his shoulders at the same time.
“Mm. I like these hard muscles—a lot. Cowboys are so much nicer than lawyers that way.”
Startled, he grabbed her wrists and held on tight. “Just how many lawyers’ chest have you seen, Missus?”
She struggled a bit. “None like this, but old Teddy was fond of pulling me close—just like you are right now, I might add.”
He dropped her wrists. No way would he ever act like that miscreant.
“I could tell he was soft and his belly was flabby.” She shrugged. “Those were the least of his faults. Besides, I don’t want to think about him when I’m standing here naked as the day I was born and you’re still half-dressed.”
“I’ll rectify that mighty quick.” He hooked a thumb in his belt buckle and unlatched it while Star’s fingers were nimbly unbuttoning his pants.
Within no time, he was as bare as she was. She gazed upward, her green eyes darkening into the shade of emerald gemstones and glittering with desire. “This time,” she said with a quiver in her voice, “you’ll really make me your wife?”
“Damn straight I will. Enough talking.” He picked her up and settled her on the bed.
His face so close she could make out every sun-drenched line, she slipped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Cord. I’ve loved you ever since the last summer I swam with you and Tommy.”
He grinned down at her. “That long?”
“You’re supposed to tell me how long you knew you loved me.”
“Is that how this works? You talk and tell me what to do? Not sure that’s how it’s really gonna work.” Straddling her, he crushed his lips down on hers and stole her breath away. She opened her mouth to his. His tongue swept inside and battled with hers, while his hands kneaded her breasts. Her nipples tensed into tight nubs of almost painful sensations that threaded through her belly to her pussy. Already she could imagine him filling her. Loving her.
Then he slid one hand between her thighs. She parted to give him better access. He inserted one finger then two, stretching her maidenhead even more than he had before. Her inner walls clenched his fingers as she arched her hips. “Now I want you. I want your cock i
nside me.”
“You talk so bad.” His voice rasped harshly in her ear. “What am I to do with such a wife?”
She levered up on her elbows. “Don’t you dare spank me.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want your big prick in my—you know.”
“Say it. Say the dirtiest word you know for your ‘you know’.”
If her husband wanted her to use bad words, who was she to say him nay? “Pussy. I want to feel your Johnson in my pussy. Now.”
“We’ve played around a lot. Still might hurt a bit, though.”
“Don’t care. Shove it in.” She grabbed for his cock. The head glistened with a drop of cum. She wiped off the pearly droplet with her thumb and put it in her mouth, tasting the barely salty fluid.
His fingers inside stretched her inner walls again then he pulled them out and rubbed his cock with her moisture. Positioning himself over her, he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. Her inner muscles clenched again at the mere touch. He held her shoulders while she opened her legs wide and arched up to meet him. He thrust home, hard and deep in one swift, sure stroke.
She gasped and tensed at the initial pain and, for a brief second, tried to retreat.
He held her fast by her shoulders. “No. Breathe in and out,” he said. “It’ll get better.”
She did as he said, and sure enough, her body began to relax and adjust to his length and breadth. At last he was hers. Hers to love and lie with every night for the rest of their lives.
Slowly he began to move inside her, easily at first then straining upward with each stroke. Catching on to the age-old rhythm, she locked her ankles around his waist and met him stroke for stroke, grasping his broad shoulders for leverage. Each deep thrust filled her with wonder as their bodies slapped together. Filled her with his heat. And most of all, filled her with his love.
His mouth on hers, their tongues battled. His lips hard then soft. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her body flushed with heat from the exertion of taking all she could get of his loving. And marvelous waves of sensation centered in her pussy and grew until her inner walls clutched his cock. When she could stand it no more, she crested the final wave and exploded with a burst of color behind her eyes.
She called his name with tears in her eyes. Cord was truly her husband, and never would she ever love another.
His hips pumped and he drove into her body with a shuddering cry and collapsed to her side, careful not to crush her with his weight.
When she could finally breathe again, she brushed away the damp curls from his forehead. “Was I all right?”
Cord gazed over at the only woman he had ever loved…or ever would…and grinned. “Damn near perfect, I’d say.”
“And we can do it every night? Just like we did tonight?” She chewed her bottom lip. “And you’re not worried about me having a baby?”
He shook his head. “Darlin’, I’ll always worry about you, especially when you get with child. But being around you has shown me living in fear isn’t much of a life. Or much of a man.”
She giggled and twisted a lock of hair around her finger. “Think there’s no doubt about how much of a man you are. Plenty of evidence of that here tonight. Would you be upset if we’ve already made a baby?”
He gave her a long kiss. “No. And if we have, I’ll take real good care of you both.”
“Kiss me like that again, and you’re gonna have to take real good care of me right now.”
“How did you get to be such a wanton woman?”
“I don’t think I’m wanton, unless you mean I’m wantin’ some more of your lovin’.” She kissed him back, until his cock hardened again. “Then I’m definitely wantin’ more of my new husband.” She reached between them and held her cock in her hands. “I think he wants me, too.”
He let out a chuckle. “And you’d be right, wife.”
What else could he do? He loved her with his mind. His cock. And with all his heart.
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The Tribute
© 2007 Beth Williamson
Malloy Family, Book 6
Brett Malloy has always been considered a loner, a man apart from the Malloy clan. Quiet, reserved and intense, Brett hides from the world on his new ranch with only an ex-gunslinger and a runaway boy for company. When circumstances put him flat on his back, his childhood crush, Doctor Alexandra Brighton arrives to nurse him back to health.
Alex has always loved Brett despite the fact that a more difficult man couldn’t be found on the face of the earth. A woman who firmly believes everyone should live life to the fullest, Alex takes Brett’s quiet surliness as a mission. She’s going to teach him what it means to live, and how to find love and passion in the most unexpected places.
When rancher King Dawson claims Alex as his own, Brett has to choose between the darkness of his shadows and the light of Alex’s love.
Warning: This title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, violence.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Tribute:
They left her house together, arm in arm, and walked down the street at a much more even pace than Brett had set minutes earlier. A feeling of rightness settled over him, as if being at Alex’s side was the place he was meant to be. Sounded silly, but true.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Better than I expected.” Brett hadn’t been surprised how quickly his wounds were healing with such an amazing doctor.
“Excellent. After we eat, I’ll check your stitches. Save you a trip to town tomorrow.”
“Are you flirting with me, Alex? It seems you’re just trying to get me to take my shirt off again.” He smiled broadly.
“Take it as you wish.” She squeezed his arm.
When they arrived at the restaurant, they chatted with several folks having dinner before sitting down. Throughout the meal, Brett had a hard time concentrating on his food. He wouldn’t have been able to say if they had meatloaf or chicken to eat. His entire body tingled with the anticipation of being alone with Alex again.
“You keep leaving me behind and I’m going to think you don’t like me anymore.” Kincaid’s voice broke the spell surrounding Brett. He glanced up to find a grinning ex-gunslinger standing beside their table.
“Would you like to join us, Mr. Kincaid?” Alex offered.
“No, that’s okay. I ate down at the saloon.” Kincaid looked at Brett with an innocent expression. “Should I meet you back at the ranch later?”
Brett resisted the urge to smack the grinning fool. “That’d be fine. I’ll be back…later.”
Kincaid winked at Alex. She blushed a sweet shade of pink.
“You need anything else?” Brett growled.
“Nope, not a thing. Have a good time, you two.” With a tip of his hat, Kincaid left the restaurant.
Brett’s good mood nearly went with him. He felt embarrassed to be so wrapped up in a woman, even Alex, he forgot about everything else. Nothing and no one had ever distracted him before.
Until her.
“What is it, Brett?” Alex’s brow furrowed in concern.
He shook his head. “I couldn’t explain it if I tried.”
She smiled crookedly. “You don’t need to. I think I understand.” After swiping one finger through the gravy on her plate, she opened her mouth, and her finger slid in. Brett forgot to breathe. She sucked the digit, swirling her tongue around the tip. When she pu
lled her finger out, he wanted to snatch it so he could taste her.
Alex’s eyes darkened as her pupils dilated. “I’ve got something to show you. Will you trust me?”
Brett would’ve trusted her with his life at that moment. He barely ground out a “Yes.”
She left money on the table and stood, placing her breasts eye-level with a very hungry man. Her nipples stood proudly at attention. Brett swallowed with difficulty.
“Come on, cowboy.”
Like a mindless idiot, Brett stood, following her out the door. His body throbbed with blazing arousal again. She led him down the street before slipping into an alley. The dark dampness of the space felt cloying, fortunately they arrived at the back door of a building quickly.
“Where are we?”
She shushed him with a hard kiss. “Trust me.”
Brett wanted to say he trusted her, but she disappeared through the door of the building. He followed in a blink, his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the lamplit hallway. Alex was just entering a room two doors down. She turned and crooked her finger.
The sounds around him faded to nothing. He vaguely realized they were in the hotel, but he didn’t care. All he knew was if he didn’t have Alex in his arms in the next ten seconds, he’d need a different pair of britches.
When he entered the room, Alex put a finger to her lips to shush him. She needn’t have because he doubted he could speak anyway. He’d been mesmerized completely. The small room was a linen closet. The door shut behind them, the grating of the key in the lock the only sound.
A small window about the size of a block of wood let in weak light, giving an air of mystery and sensuality. The smell of soap and starch wasn’t nearly as strong as her scent. He wanted to ask her why they were in the closet but he didn’t. A spell wound around them, and one wrong word could break it.
Brett didn’t want that to happen. Sneaking into the closet seemed naughty, more than that, forbidden. Something he never expected from Alex. Then again, over the last few weeks she’d done nothing he’d expected her to.
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