Adored By The Rancher: Mail Order Brides Box Set

by Dreams, Brittany

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  The next morning he felt a lot better. He realized that he should be thanking the stars for having found a soul mate like the one he had. As he walked into the room and saw his wife still sleeping in the soft light of the breaking sun, he was totally grateful. The day itself turned out to be as pleasant as those moments. They decided to go horse riding, just the two of them. It wasn’t without it’s danger but they took in the glorious barren countryside and returned without incident. When he had moved to his ranch he used to hire the Kilton brothers every time he wanted to explore the country side. In all the stories he had heard about the west, men with guns always seemed to be useful. In the morning though, he had told Heather about sending a rider for them when they had decided their plan. She had just laughed at how he had probably misunderstood her and she just wanted to see the lands around the ranch. The radius she had in mind though, he would probably have hired ten riders for.

  They got an invitation later in the afternoon. It was the Mayors ball, the biggest event of most calendar years and one in which everyone who was anyone was invited. The Mayors ball was the divider between the kings and the pawns and Ron had left absolutely no doubt which one he was at any of the earlier occasions. There had been some memorable close calls, but he had two cards which stopped any of them from getting out of hand. A close relationship with the sheriff had been one of the reasons he had picked this town. The Kilton brothers had been the other connection he had carried with him from New York. The dual nature of these friendships gave him the license to throw his weight around everywhere without really worrying about the consequences.

  This led to a worrying thought. Knowing Heather, she would probably laugh at the idea of taking the Kilton brothers to the party. Though he had enough reason to trust her judgment and to think she would see his reasoning, he was unsure of the validity of the reasoning itself. It really wasn’t like they were living in the Wild West anymore and though guns around waists were still a common sight the chances of being involved in a gun fight had greatly reduced. Like predicted, he did bring it up and it was laughed off. She saw the hurt look on his face and kissed him on the check while she responded but could not help suppress her laughter as she walked away.

  Ron sighed. “Ah well”, he thought, “if there was ever a woman worth getting shot over”.

  He gave the subject no more thought for the next couple of days. That night though, he was in for a special treat. She had asked him for some money a few days back. It was the first time she had asked him for anything and he had readily obliged. Turned out, she had sent Mrs. Golba to buy her some French lingerie that she had heard the old woman talking about. This was the day she had received it and she had been waiting for him in bed as he had been wrapping up the last chores at the ranch.

  It was a tight fitting black singlet that did the most amazing things to her already incredible breasts. You could see all of her legs as the outfit barely managed to cover her pussy with a thin strip of fabric. “I know we said we’ll wait for a special day and I don’t want you to get your hopes up but there is something I want to try that I think you will quite enjoy.”

  With him standing there stunned she got up off the bed and came and stood next to him. Then, without warning, she bent her legs and went down on her knees. As he realized what her intentions were, he stepped back. She was too pure, too perfect. “Please” she whispered and he could not resist. His mind went into panic mode again as he realized how sweaty he was from all the work. Before he could ask her to let him go clean up though, she had already taken him inside her mouth. Ron let out a groan so loud he was convinced they would have heard him across the ranch.

  She didn’t move for a second and he figured she was probably letting the taste of his cock settle before she went forward. Even in that stagnation he could feel the light flicks of her tongue and it drove him crazy. She started to move her head and sucked him. The greatest though was when she turned up to look at him. He could tell it wasn’t the easiest thing for her but she was doing it, for him. Down on her knees with his cock in her mouth she pumped it deeper and deeper, stretching her resolve. He finally broke, he could stop himself no more, he held her face as he entered it.

  He pounded his cock in and out of her mouth, not really caring that this was probably the first blowjob she had ever given. Every time he looked down, he found her looking back at him with eyes that told him to go on. Eyes that told him, she was his. She bought her hand around to hold his cock as he bucked. He knew he would be stretching it by cumming in her mouth but in that moment he didn’t care. He let out a warning though “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum in your mouth”

  The expression in her eyes didn’t change but when he started to spurt his cum into her mouth she looked away as he held her hair and pulled her towards him. She wouldn’t move though, her lips stayed locked around his cock as she swallowed each and every drop he gave her. She stayed like that after he had cum and when he lifted her, he knew he loved her. Any doubts he had left were satisfied when she told him that he could have one of those every single day till they made love.

  She had been very clear that though she wanted it more than anything in the world, she loved the sweet torture of the journey and did not want to climax till the time they actually made love. The couple of times he had touched her pussy though she had been insanely wet. That night, as they lay down after the blowjob, he reached across and touched her there. It was the wettest he had ever felt her. It was also probably the first night both of them felt silly for waiting.

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  The next few days, they explored the last few rungs they had left. They would often talk about sex but now they had waited for so long there was the need for it to be special. Ron felt it as much as Heather did. He was slowly starting to believe he loved this girl but there was no way he saw himself spending a lifetime with her without cracking. For all her virtues, what he had wanted was a woman that seemed HIS, that seemed like she needed him.

  He realized over time that he would probably have dealt better with a less good looking woman who didn’t really excite him but lay on his bed and did his menial chores. All he had done to deserve her was to pay a sum of money and to then get lucky. He was not used to being lucky, he was used to being good. All along, he realized this was an internal battle he needed to win but all the time he would lose the battle and every great thing she did bothered a small part of him.

  The day of the Mayors ball finally came around and Ron realized that it was going to be a big day. This was the first time the people of the town would get to know about Heather. What he chuckled at was the looks of envy he was going to get from all the men at the party. He thought about all the wonderful situations that could lead to and then frowned and called out to Mr. Golba with some instructions.

  As Mrs. Golba helped Heather get ready, Ron waited for her in the living room. For all her perfection, she still could not get ready on time. Yet, as she walked down the stairs Ron felt he would have forgiven her murderous tendencies just for how she looked. It was a flowing red gown that he had asked Nathan to get when he had found out that she did not have any clothes that would match the occasion. Mrs. Golba had then altered it and there it was now, enveloping what had to be the most magnificent creature to walk the Earth.

  Both of them set of for the journey with Nathan following them a few yards behind. They spoke of the people that Heather would be seeing for the first time. The many that they disliked and the few that Ron considered to be ‘good people’. As they got closer the Mayors mansion though, they saw the Sheriff standing out with a couple of men waving them over. They looked like they had been waiting for him to arrive.

  “Good afternoon Mr. Kranson, Miss Kranson”

  “Good afternoon sheriff” Ron replied “Is all ok?”

  “Well”, he looked at Heather and leaned over as Ron bent down. Apparently the news that one of the most eligible bachelors in town had decided to go
the mail order bride route had not been taken well by the women of the town. It was like they had all banded together to unleash their most potent weapon, gossip. The entire ball was apparently just full of talk about the newly married couple. Some said that he kept her in a dungeon, some said that she had turned out to be this old maid whose husband had gotten killed. The most persistent rumor he said seemed to be that she had slept with everyone on the farm except Mr. Kranson himself. As Ron rose up, the sheriff finished his thought, “Including the old man”

  Ron did not even turn around to look at Heather. He knew one rumor had as much merit as the next and in that moment when his new wife was questioned he realized how much he loved her this did not cloud his mind for a single second. He trusted her, he loved her and he would fight for her.

  “You suggesting we go back?” he asked the sheriff.

  “I would suggest you do sir, for the sake of the lady” he replied and Ron realized that he was probably right. This was his game to play with the people of the town. They had been trying to pull him down for being an outsider since he had gotten there and he had done the same to them and would keep doing it till they stopped. It was his game, not hers, though she had provided them with the ultimate weapon. The thing was, Ron had been proud of his entire life and could defend every bit of it. It was what gave him the strength to do all he had done. He knew though that deep inside, he did not feel right about having ordered a woman through a catalogue. He would not be able to defend this and she would not be able to handle the spite thrown her way.

  She had waited patiently without knowing what was going on but she trotted her horse forward as she rested her hand on his arm. “Can I ask what the matter is love? Is there anything I can do?” Ron leaned across and explained the situation to her, leaving out the nastier rumors. For a second, maybe less, he saw a chink in the armor. He saw that something had gotten to her, that she was human.

  “We will do as you say”, she said as he thought he saw a tear form in one of her eyes, “but for me, there is nothing in the world I want more than to go inside. They did go inside and while her beauty ensured that there were as many gasps as there were sniggers, a lot of people had already seen her in the catalogue and thus knew what to expect.

  Over the next couple of hours though, Heather made sure that she spoke to every single person who was present at the party and achieved the impossible. Ron just stayed with the Mayor and the Sheriff while he saw magic happen. She would move from group to group and when she reached the expressions would be of scoff and contempt but in a matter of seconds they would change into genuine affection. He had no idea what she was saying or doing but it worked everywhere, almost without exception. She did this to everyone but left one group, a bunch of women in the corner about the same age as her who were making sure they went to every group after she had left them and who seemed to be walking away from every group very obviously unhappy with the effect she had on them.

  She then came up to Ron and asked if she could steal him for a second. “So, all the rumors have been started by this girl called Shirley whose father is Evan Blackwood. He had the second highest bid on your ranch and was hoping to marry his daughter to you and then take control of your ranch.”

  “How did you …?” he looked around wondering how on Earth she had figured that out in an hour of talking to a hundred women she had just met.

  “That, I can tell you about later, for now I just want to know if I have your permission to slap her?”

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  Neither one of them had said a word as they had entered the ranch. They both knew that there was the possibility that both of them would have been shot that day. Heather had slapped Shirley and it had been the slap of a girl who had worked with her hands her entire life. Evan Blackwood though was known for running a gang and they had found them as they were leaving the ball to take their horses. Heather had made sure that she said goodbye to every group that she had spoken too and that had probably given Evan the time to round them up. The sheriff had been a thorn in the illegal operations of the Blackwood’s for a long time and they saw their chance to kill two birds with one stone and then claim that she had started it.

  None of their guns got to fire a shot though. Seven shots rang out and all of them were unarmed. There was a reason the Kilton brothers were so feared as marksmen. A few days earlier, Jon had sent for them asking them to be at the ball and keep an eye over them, but to stay out of sight. It had been an instinct and it had proven to be completely right. Now, as they entered the house, both of them were aware that they were alive because he had overridden her opinion and used his own judgment.

  He didn’t say a word, he didn’t ask, he just picked her up and took her to his room and threw her on the bed. Then, with a passion built up over weeks he ravaged her. As they kissed he felt her need and could tell that she was holding back no more. It was like they could read each other’s desires and mold their bodies to it without being asked.

  When the moment finally came and his cock rubbed against her pussy searching for a way inside, she said the words for the first time. “I love you”. It was broken by a gasp as he pushed himself inside her. She kept saying the words over and over again. He just looked at her, deep into her eyes as he let his kisses speak for him. As he held her upper lips between his he felt her dig her nails into his back as he felt her pussy tighten. He just said the words once, right when he knew she was experiencing her first orgasm with a man, right before he came inside his wife.

  The heat and dust would never bother him quite as much ever again.

  The End

  Bought By The Cowboy

  By

  Brittany Dreams

  Copyright 2017 by Brittany Dreams

  All characters in this book or publication are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental.

  Copyright 2017

  Introduction

  Finn is a rancher in South Texas, with a large and prosperous business. It is the early 1870s and he finally decides to find a mail order bride for himself, so that the ranch has a mistress.

  Irene is big, curvy and beautiful, and she arrives at his doorstep full of dreams of a new start. She is impressed by her rich and handsome groom, but he is aloof and cold and Irene can’t understand how to win Finn’s heart.

  The marriage has an ugly start as egos clash and misunderstandings drive them apart. Only, an unfortunate disaster is at the horizon, and it will bring the new couple together as they work together and fight for their home as a team.

  Will the ruthless business man find love in his heart for his wife, or is there nothing left there for Irene to win?

  Chapter 1

  Finn was a man with many burdens. He had been born to riches, as his father had owned one of the largest tracts of land in the southern part of Texas. About 3,000 acres in his name, his father had built the ranch out of nothing. Surviving the Indian raids and harsh life that the men at the new frontier chose, he had built a fortune and had taught his son to handle that fortune, equally well.

  It was 1871, and Finn was finally finding footing again, the civil war was over, and the unrest and loss of men had left all ranches floundering. His father had been a just man, who saw the start of the civil war with his head held high. He had always treated the men of color that worked for them with humanity, and his ranch had seen almost no upsets in those trying times. But, Finn was almost glad he wasn’t there to see the ranch now, he felt he had failed his father, the man who had single handedly brought him and the ranch up. Finn had tried his entire adult life to fill his father’s shoes, but the times were hard, and his livestock numbers had dwindled a little. There weren’t enough good men to help in the ranch’s duties, and he was on his way back from New Orleans having brought about 400 head of livestock and some good strong ranch hands. He was happy with the way the business had gone, he had gotten the livestock at a good price and the three men he had brought with him might have been a little
green behind the ears, but they were men willing to put the work in.

  Finn prided himself in his judgment of men, he had always been rewarded with loyalty and respect from the men he chose to do business with, and he found that was equally due to his character and his choosing his dealings well. But right now it wasn’t the ranch hands that were on his mind. Finn had been reprimanded by his aunt in New Orleans about the lack of a feminine presence in the ranch. He had been forced to reflect upon this, and found credit in her admonishments.

  After his mother’s passing when he was young, his maid had kept the house together. She had passed a few years back, and the home’s operations were also now on his shoulders. He made do with the servants he had, but the house did need a mistress. There had been no time for love in Finn’s life, he had too many things to think about and adding the inexplicable whims of a woman had seemed too much. There had been a short engagement when he was younger, but it had ended unhappily. She had promised her hand to him, but had chosen to marry another. His courtship had proved lackluster in comparison to the flamboyant sheriff’s son. But Finn hadn’t even been very bothered, he had chosen Emily because she had been pretty and demure, and it was his time to court and marry. After the engagement broke, Finn’s father never brought up the prospect of marriage again, and Finn never felt the need to look for a woman.

  But he was closing 28 years old now, and people were always surprised to hear that he hadn’t been married even once. He was rich and successful, so people assume there would have been a lot of interest, but Finn never entertained any such ideas, and after a while people had just let him be. The thought of finding and courting a woman though was tiring to even contemplate. He hadn’t found any women that he felt were desirable, and he didn’t plan on going through the motions of courtship again.