Melissa And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 1)

by Rosie Harper

  “It was no trouble. Now, the two of you get some rest. I’ll see you both tomorrow,” he said with a wink as he turned and walked down the path.

  “Caleb,” Melissa had run after him and her big blue eyes were full of tears. “Thank you. She kissed him. “I don’t care if the neighbor’s watch,” she said boldly as she let her hands slip down to caress his buttocks as he gladly kissed her back.

  “Looks like I’d better make an honest woman of you sooner rather than later,” he chuckled. “How about Saturday?”

  “Sounds perfect,” she said and ran back inside.

  Mrs. Suttle wouldn’t let her rest until she had heard everything, but seeing how worried the old lady had been about her, Melissa was happy to delay getting to bed. The pair sat up talking, sipping hot chocolate until the wee hours when they both finally admitted exhaustion. Melissa’s bed had never been more inviting, but she couldn’t help but imagine how much more perfect it would feel if she were lying with Caleb’s arms around her right now. Her body felt so alive when she was near him, so full of sensations she simply couldn’t describe. She hugged herself tightly, she could hardly wait until Saturday when she would find out just how much more pleasure her body might feel. If Caleb’s kisses were any indication, it would be more than spectacular.

  Chapter Eight

  “Mariette, thank you again,” Caleb said as they shook hands. Mariette signed the deeds with a flourish.

  “Congratulations, you now own a ranch house good enough to take a wife to,” she grinned.

  “Well, I do if I clean it up a bit first,” he admitted sagely.

  “Need a hand?”

  “I would love one. It is definitely more than a one man job. I’d be over the moon if we could have it inhabitable by Saturday.”

  “You go and see the Minister to arrange the ceremony. I will meet you at your new home. I’ll bring some friends. We’ll have it spick and span in no time!” Mariette said optimistically. Caleb grinned. He had already worked it out, that once Mariette decided you were a friend that it was for life. You had to do something pretty dire to lose her loyalty. He felt sorry for Bartlett that he had been foolish enough to lose the love of this incredible young woman. He didn’t feel sorry for her in the slightest. She had more than enough gumption to turn any situation into something positive. Nothing stood in her way.

  An hour later and he arrived at his new home to find over twenty people there, weeding the yard, sweeping the porch, cleaning inside and out. Old furniture was dumped unceremoniously in a heap, and old utensils and even clothes weren’t long behind them. “Mariette, I thought you said a few friends?” Caleb marvelled as he walked into his new bedroom to find her busy erecting a brand new bed. “What is this? How on earth did you get things made so quickly?”

  “Oh, Marshall has all sorts of things lying around his workshop. Whenever he has a quiet patch he makes extra. He brought everything up he had, I told him that you would need it all!”

  “You aren’t wrong, but how will I ever pay him for it? I just bought this place?”

  “Just call it a wedding gift, Caleb. And don’t you dare tell me I’m too generous and that you can’t accept it. I want to do it, and therefore I shall,” she said firmly. “Now, why don’t you let me finish up here, while you go and see your bride to be, or your damn cows or something? Leave the tough stuff to us women, we know best how to make a home!”

  Caleb was still chuckling at her words and the mischievous look on her face as he did as he was told. He didn’t return to his new home until much later that night, having spent a delightful afternoon taking Melissa to meet his ‘damn cows’. She had fallen in love with them at first sight. Her big blue eyes had lit up with pleasure as they grazed contentedly around them as they enjoyed their picnic.

  He could barely recognize the place when he walked through the door. Everything was clean and bright. Mariette had even white-washed the walls. Smart tables and fancy chairs stood in their perfect place, and there were even comfortable couches around the fireplace in the main room. It was cosy and welcoming. He went upstairs to find three rooms perfectly furnished with half-testered beds, vast armoires, and even Ottoman trunks full of clean linens at the end of each bed. This was definitely a home he would be proud to bring his bride home to tomorrow night.

  Saturday dawned bright and crisp, and Caleb went out into the yard where he proceeded to pour four buckets of cold water over himself from the well. He lathered himself up with soap, and carefully shaved, then dowsed himself off with a final cold water hit. He felt so full of energy, and could hardly wait to get to town. He took out his Sunday best suit, and even put on a tie before he headed into town in the wagon.

  He stood in the church, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his bride to be, with Mariette by his side laughing at his nervous fidgeting. But, just one glimpse of her as she walked towards him, her face alight with happiness and he felt all his worries melt into nothingness. He made his pledges, and was honoured by the emotion in her voice as she made hers to him. He kissed her possessively. Finally, they were man and wife. As they walked down the aisle Melissa beckoned at him to lean down so she could whisper in his ear, “How long do you think it will take you to get us home?” she asked with a lascivious look in her eyes.

  “About ten minutes if we really push it,” he said as he curved his arm around her waist to lift her up into the wagon before jumping up to beside her.

  “Well, I’d better not disturb you. I’ll just sit her like a good wife, and let you get us home as fast as you can,” she said matter of factly. Caleb couldn’t help but laugh at the contradiction between her words, and the look in her eye and the demure posture she had assumed, her hands clasped piously in her lap.

  Caleb had never driven so fast in his life, and they made the short journey up the hill and to the newly decorated ranch house. He took a quick glimpse at her face as they rounded the corner and she saw her new home. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ of surprise and pleasure. “Welcome home my darling,” he said happily. He pulled the wagon to a halt, and picked her up. He carried her swiftly to the door, and pushed it open awkwardly. “Would you mind terribly if we explored it later on?” he asked, pretty certain that he knew her answer.

  “I think I can wait, but I really must see my bedroom. I cannot possibly know if I will stay if I don’t,” she said cheekily. He kissed her hard.

  “I think I can manage that,” he said as he almost ran up the stairs with her still in his arms. He laid her down on the bed tenderly then lay beside her. She rolled over onto her side and kissed him. The kiss was deep, and full of passion. Caleb felt every part of him begin to react to her warm, moist little mouth. He caressed her tenderly, smoothing his fingers along the soft skin of her arms, moving to the tiny buttons at the back of her powder blue dress. He fumbled impatiently with the fiddly little hooks, but finally he was able to peel off the bodice, and helped her to untie and remove the full skirt and petticoats. “You are so beautiful,” he cried, as he buried his head between her breasts, kissing at the tender orbs of exposed flesh, and gently cupping what was still a mystery, clad in layers of cotton and lace.

  “This all seems inherently unfair,” she said, looking at him sternly. “You are wearing far too many clothes my darling.”

  “Well that is easy to address!” He scrambled out of his suit, and lay beside her completely naked. She gazed at him hungrily, began to trace her fingers over his chest and down his belly, staring in wonder as his manhood reared up towards her. She touched it tentatively, then more confidently as he sighed with contentment. He put his hand over hers and he showed her how to pleasure him, she learned quite fast and began to rhythmically slide her hand up and down, squeezing ever so gently. Unable to take any more, he groaned and rolled over so she was underneath him. “I love you Mrs. Green,” he said as he pulled at the lacy chemise that was all that now stood between them. She arched so he could pull it over her head, and pushed her hips up towards him. He ran his ha
nds gently down her body, to the apex of her thighs where he found her moist and ready for him. He plunged inside of her. She tensed, biting at her lip, then he felt her relax and he began to stroke, in and out.

  “Oh Caleb, my husband, I love you, I love you,” she cried. He bent his head and suckled hungrily at the perfect pink nipple that was so taut and sensitive. She responded by grabbing his buttocks, pulling him into her ever deeper. He could see by her face that she was nearing her peak, he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her rosebud mouth. She came with a shuddering cry, as he spilled his seed within her folds. He collapsed on top of her holding her tightly. But not wishing to crush her, he rolled over onto his back so she could lay on top of him.

  “So, what would you like to do now? Explore the house, or let me continue to explore you,” he said as he took in every detail of her satisfied face.

  “Mmm,” she said thoughtfully. ”Well the house will still be here in the morning? Why don’t we stay precisely where we are?”

  THE END

  BONUS 5 PART BOXSET

  “WHY HE”

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By: Nicole Price

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  WHY HE Desires

  BDSM Lust during the heat of the moment

  Ricardo Alvez is quite possibly, the greatest paradox going. A playboy; the ego-sensitive CEO of a multi-national textiles company, inherited from his late father. A helpless slave to his senses and desires. You will bear witness to the lustful side of domination and submission; both being used as a business tool as Ricardo attempts to neutralize any threats to his late-father’s empire. The bank account he now possesses is as big as my hilltop villa, located near the border of Venezuela, with plenty of land to indulge himself in, as his second favorite pastime is of riding horses. The billionaire’s lifestyle is as luxurious and fun as everyone imagines it to be with private G5 jets and lavish yachts. Having money does make one happy, and Ricardo surely knows how lucky he is. The ripped muscular body of an alpha-male coupled with the good looks of a movie star just adds to his desirability. Oh, and his favorite past time? Full blown, dominating and sinful sex.

  Ricardo Alvez was actually beginning to enjoy the new job as CEO of Alvez Exports Inc. He didn’t seem to get involved with much due to the faithful board of directors handling the day to day workings. That was of course, until today! I am Llana Jones, the representative of Almanec: a Japanese business rival seeking foreign wears. A few faithful politicians have managed to inform Ricardo as to how I have been underbidding Alvez Export’s existing contracts, drawing quite a lot of enthusiasm from the corrupt exploitive factory owners. Ricardo should clearly remember me from our Harvard days. I used to have a soft spot for him but nothing ever came of it after his flirtatious advances were always met with strong rejection. In fact, there is a meeting between Alvez Inc. and a potential contract later on this evening. The Alvez corporative minions are trying to hijack it with Ricardo himself planning to attend the meeting in an effort to secure an agreement. I’m sure our engagement will be heated, what with me trying to destroy his family business and everything, but I am only doing my job. It isn’t my fault that Almanec has begun to emerge here in Colombia, nor that an opportunity has arisen for which they seek to exploit. However, somewhere inside me I feel that it will be nice seeing Ricardo again after all this time, seeing how we have both evolved as people. I actually feel a bit intimidated to tell the truth. He always made my heart skip a beat and could always get me excited whenever we would speak to one another.

  Ricardo’s olive oil looks and Latin charm certainly used to draw attention wherever he went as one can imagine. I used to be a timid, shy little blonde who quite simply, just didn’t want to become involved with boys. It was only until my first job and the string of office romances and nightclub encounters that followed that I really began to embrace my sexual desires and fantasies. The journey down memory lane is interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone as I get out of the taxi – it is my boss. He sounds anxious and instructs me to do whatever I can to stall Ricardo for an hour or so. That makes me laugh! Who do they think I am? Can’t they just pay somebody to block off a road or something? After a short argument where my boss promises to reimburse me handsomely, I cut the call. Maybe catching up on old times could actually take up 60 minutes.

  During the conversation my boss revealed to me that a factory owner is going to try and contact Ricardo personally to see if they can agree to undisclosed terms. If I can keep Ricardo distracted long enough; his absence may just tip the balance into Almanec’s favor. I always knew my company would take advantage of my past friendly relationship with him and would be looking to capitalize on his well-known Achilles-heel regarding women. And with my thin waist and firm boobs, who knows; maybe something amazing will come of it all. Ricardo has decided to meet me at his hillside villa, to where I have just arrived. Maybe he wants to probe further into my presence in Colombia or hopes to loosen my lips for some juicy information. Any moment now I will be meeting him. It is a hot day today and I do not want to waste any time with games seeing as how we know each other quite well. I have opted for a thin silk white dress; no bra; no panties. The reason for this being it is simply too hot and my plan is to simply go in try and charm him into a temporary ‘ceasefire’, whereby Almanec will clinch a few more customers, and then I will leave. My body combined with my mind should help me. A few years have passed since we last saw each other and I wonder if I will even recognize him as he has kept out of the public eye ever since he took the helm. My cell phone rings and it is my boss reminding me to remain vigilant and pay special attention in regards to Ricardo mentioning anything about a trip to Cali. I make another tie of my headband around my silky straight hair and examine myself in the reflection of the window. My blonde curls are tied back and shining in the summer sun; the dress makes my breasts appear larger than they actually are as it hugs them equally with a snug fit.

  I knock on a huge oak varnished door and my heart skips a beat. The handle turns and the door opens to no one other than Ricardo, appearing on the other side. Ricardo is standing in front of me, smiling his white tooth Hollywood smile. His black hair is slicked back and he is wearing a tight casual shirt and ripped designer jeans. I glance at both arms confined within the thin garment with their bulging 24 inch firm biceps in addition to his sculptured pecs, stretching the cotton fabric to its limits. Yes; a mass of rippling muscles and Latino greatness. I wonder to myself, what his penis must look like? “What? You don’t recognize me?” He bellowed, completely interrupting my lustful and dirty train of thought. “Of course I recognize you.” I laugh, glancing down at his ass whilst brushing past him. It is a nice compact steel unit that could have been sculptured out of the finest Italian marble. I imagine grabbing it with both my hands and pulling him inside me. God Llana! What are you like?! It is of no wonder the great Ricardo Alvez has managed to evade photographers’ and tabloids within this secluded mansion. It took me over four hours by car to get here. He closes the door shut behind me. He is even hotter than he was in college, I think to myself as he turns around looking at me up and down before nodding his head, “Llana you haven’t changed too much; still as gorgeous as always. I still remember all those times you rejected me back at Harvard.” I had loads of boys chasing after me but I just wasn’t interested. He removes the sunglasses revealing his greenish jade-like eyes that are only complimented further by his olive tanned skin. There is an awkward moments silence as we both take in each other’s appearance before my mind goes back to the assignment, “I suppose yo
u are here to find out about Almanec’s latest ventures?” He laughs in response and I catch him quickly glancing down at my hard nipples poking through the thin, silk dress, “I’m going to cut to the chase Llana. We’ve known each other a long time now and I know what you are doing. So this is my attempt at mitigation and allowing you and Almanec to save face, and quietly leave Colombia.”

  His Spanish accent makes my blood boil. He was always attractive, but not like this sex-god standing before me. “Don’t be like that. I’m just doing what my employer tells me to do.” I look around the room we are both standing in; it is a lavish affair with crystal cut chandeliers and a curious set of leather straps suspended from the ceiling. Sunshine is piercing through numerous gaps within the strewn up straw blinds hanging from various window arches. There is a curled leather brown whip on display above a large oak mantelpiece. I have heard all the stories about Ricardo’s, as being the setting for numerous orgy type parties and sinful evenings of debauchery. We are soon interrupted by one of his many house-servants who asks Ricardo something in Spanish to which he shakes his head and waves him out the room. “Forgive me! Please sit down and tell me what you would like to drink?” I place my purse down beside me as I sit upon the leather sofa, “Anything with ice in it.” He heads over towards a lavish bottle display and begins to make me something. It is quiet cool in the room with the gentle hum of the air conditioner coming from the ceiling. Ricardo hands me a glass, “Gin and tonic okay with you?” I gladly take it and nod. The ice cool liquid is refreshing as I quickly begin get the ball rolling, “I’m not telling you how to run your business, but you need to expect some competition. Alvez accounts for almost 80 per cent of the textile trade in Colombia.” Ricardo sits next to me; I smell his cologne and can see some feint sweat reflecting on his forehead. He is calm and succinct. “Llana we are not going to discuss business. I will deal with your bosses, they will not last long here in Colombia. They can leave now or wait, it is their choice. No, the real reason you are here is because I actually wanted to see you.” It may be his way of making me lower my guard or even to get me to speak, but upon hearing him I am taken away. The mansion is peaceful, the air is cool, and Ricardo is hot! I almost stumble over my next sentence, “Well, I’m…in a way I’m glad, because the last thing I wanted was for us to fight.” He smiles and places his arm slowly around me and leans back into the couch. The house-servant from before comes in with a tray of piled up strawberries and a can of whipped cream. Once he leaves, Ricardo remains seated, emitting pure confidence and control, “Tell me about you. What’s new?” I’m sure he can sense how I quietly yearn for him so I decide to flirt back, “I’m a bit more adventurous now.” He looks completely through me with those Latino eyes; a fire raging behind them, “I know what you are doing Llana. I know why you are here. But I don’t care, I’m being completely honest with you, unlike your bosses.” I begin to feel a sense of guilt as to my intentions, when it went through my mind I imagined the dynamics to be a little different. I look at his muscular physique rippling within his shirt, begging to be freed. As he is speaking I let the slit in my dress part, revealing one of my smooth silky legs, “I watched you playing all those girls back in Harvard. All the time.” He leans forward, “Hopefully soon you will abandon those who don’t respect you for those that admire you. You can tell your bosses that Mr. Alvez was not home.” Ricardo swiftly finishes his drink and walks back over to the bottles.