Jack gently eased his fingers into her. He worked them in and out. Slowly. Teasingly. Katherine’s breath rose higher and heavier with each stroke. He pressed the pleasured nub with his thumb as he penetrated her.
She bent knees and instinctively drew them back towards her chest. This created a wonderful pressure. The pressure built and built. He took her right to the point where any further she would burst. He moved, and replaced his fingers with his member. He slid into her easily.
He buried himself into completely. So deeply. She tightened up against him. He groaned.
“My goodness but you feel good,” he said.
He mixed up his rhythm some. Stroking her slowly with intermittent almost dance-like strokes. He would revert to steady movement and then swivel his hips. Each change escalated her thrill. Her body was revved. The blood rushed to her ears. Her heart drummed in her chest.
Katherine had the wherewithal to look Jack in the eye. In their shadowy room, they connected, gazing into each other’s eyes as he moved in and out of her. A ticklish exhilaration swirled in her chest. So sweet and wonderful. It tugged at the pit of her stomach.
His eyes glittered. A light smile washed his face. He brushed her lips with his before burying his face in the crook of her neck. That was her sensitive spot. She was so sensitive there, his contact sent a thrilling surge throughout her. Her body writhed on his hardness, sending her over the edge.
From deep within her, little tremors rolled, until they were rushing and crashing her entire belly with ecstasy. Katherine cried out. She leaned her head back and her neck upward as she did. She had bared her sensitive neck for him. He clamped on it, battering it with the tip of his tongue as a powerful orgasm overtook her.
Soon after, his body stiffened and he was lost in his own pleasure. Katherine liked this part as well for he became so primitive. He was like a warrior. His body to broad above her, broad, powerful and magnificent as he pumped into her with a furry. His face was so perfect, so handsome. His eyes fluttered, his muscles flexed when the pinnacle of his pleasure hit. When he roared out, she felt a deep satisfaction.
He lay atop of her easily after their pleasure subsided. He scooted them up more back into the center of the bed. In the midst of it they got disheveled. They cuddled, her back to his chest, his arms enveloping her. Katherine never felt such comfort, outside or in as to be in his arms.
“Katherine,” he said with a strange vulnerability in his voice. “I love you.”
Tears wet her eyes.
“I love you back Jack Clearwater,” she said.
His arms tightened around her. It was no long before she felt his erection nudging the soft, firm curves of her buttocks. She reflexively tried to turn to her back but he gently held her where she was. She wasn’t sure of what to do but he showed her what he intend.
He splayed his large hand on the low flat of her belly and pushed her against him. He penetrated her deeply. He encouraged her leg to lift and rest on his. And when she did, he reached between her legs and touched her.
It was not long before her pleasure was revived. Very quickly, she was spasming on him while he was going strong. She experienced peak exhilaration from start to finish. Her core was so sensitized that his every stroke caused her to clutch from deep within. She was a writhing mass of delicious ecstasy.
Jack stroked her through orgasm, from start to finish. Still he pumped into her steadily. He rolled her over onto her belly, still inside of her. He drew her hips back against him and encourage her up on her knees so that her buttocks was in the air. He took her from behind.
He stroked her sweet, firm cheeks. She was only briefly bashful this way. She trusted him completely. One hand glided all over her as one held her secure. He took her hand and placed it between her legs. It was a little too much for her. But at least now she knew that she could do for herself what he had been able to do for her.
He kissed the small of her back before launching into a powerful climax. He writhed and holler like a bucking bronco. Katherine could only see all of him in her mind’s eye as he was behind her. She took very deep satisfaction in imagining him. So magnificent and powerful and sensual, peaking in his pleasure.
They rolled over and laughed at the intensity of their chemistry together. He kissed her affectionately on her head before wrapping her up into his arms. They slept very comfortably in their hotel room.
Chapter Nine
Jack and Katherine loaded up their wagon. Once again they just coincidentally ran into the Reverend Harley.
“Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Clearwater,” he said.
“Reverend,” greeted Jack. “Why you’re always out and about here in town.”
“I tend to my flock, brother,” said the reverend.
He gazed at Katherine who turned away momentarily with repulsion. When she looked back she noted that Jack was studying her. He had caught her reaction to the reverend.
“Well, we best be on our way,” said Jack.
“Hope to see you in services on Sunday,” said the reverend.
“We shall do our best,” replied Jack.
Katherine could feel the shift in mood. She sensed a conversation coming on. But it didn’t come. The only conversation they didn’t have was the one about the look he saw her make at his good friend.
Hattie was had her fishing pole in hand when they arrived.
“I figure if chores can wait for you, Jack Clearwater,” she said with a smile. “They can wait for me. I am going to catch our supper. How was the Dodge House?”
“Just fine, Hattie. Just fine. Molly fishin’ with you, I expect?” asked Jack.
“I expect,” she replied happily.
“Alright then. We will see you later,” he said.
Katherine and Jack unhitched the team.
Life was uneventful and usual for the next few days. It was a delight to do hard work not under the brutal thumb of those in charge of the convent. Katherine adored working alongside her husband. On Saturday night, Katherine was nagged by the notion they might go to church. The reverend would be there. She, Hattie, and Jack were at the dinner table.
“Will we be riding into town for services tomorrow?” asked Katherine timidly.
She watched Jack’s face go slack.
“I don’t expect so, sweetheart. I was thinking we could maybe build ourselves a little chapel here eventually. But I expect we can do our devotions here,” said Jack. “Hatti? Will you join us tomorrow?”
“Be proud to,” said Hattie.
It was almost as if the mention of church triggered some security that Hattie and Jack had just addressed right before Katherine. She wasn’t sure if it had to do with her or something else, but there was no mistaking.
After supper, Jack build a bonfire outside and the three of them sat around it. Jack strummed a guitar while he and Hattie sang. It was a lovely Saturday night.
Sunday was observed. They mucked the animals and fed them and as Jack said, had devotions. Katherine cooked a chicken for their Sunday dinner.
Chapter Ten
On Monday morning, they awoke to the sound of one of their pens creaking. Jack rose in the shadows of the pre-dawn morning to investigate. He took his gun from the corner of their room and walked out. Katherine braced herself with worry. She started to follow but he ordered in a vehement whisper not to.
She didn’t care. As soon as she could, she made haste out the back and fetched Hattie.
“Hattie,” she rapped once on the door and whispered. “Hattie.”
There was no answer. Katherine stole back to the house, but on the outside of it and crept along to see if she could spy on Jack. She could not see him anywhere. As she saw no one or nothing, she cautiously walked the front, to assess the pens and the coops for pieces of a story of where her husband was.
Without warning, a hand wrapped around her mouth from behind. She was pulled against a stranger. She heard the rustle of a suit. She suspected it was the Reverend Harley. His hands smelled vaguely of f
ish. The smell was putrid.
“Katherine,” he murmured. “Katherine. Kate I shall call you. For the time being.”
There were times in the convent when Katherine was touched against her will. Katherine made a vow right then and there, this was not going to be one of those times. She made her weight dead weight and did not cooperate her move in anyway.
“Nice try,” he laughed. “Do you not think I know what I am doing? That I took one look at you and thought, if she goes all loosey goosey on me that I could not handle it? You weigh no more than a chicken feather. Drag your heels all you want. Here,” he hoisted her over his shoulder. “Drag them now.”
The reverend laughed. He took a step and jerked to a stop.
“Harriet,” he said.
“Harley,” said Hattie.
He laughed nervously and asked, “Why wherever on earth did you come from?”
“I will blow a hole right through you if you don’t put her down,” said Hattie.
“What guarantee do I have if I do?” he asked.
“None,” she said. “Put her down and let her get away.”
“Very well,” he said as though this had all been a little joke. “I am complying.”
The reverend began to lower Katherine then threw her towards Hattie. But Hattie stepped aside and swung the rifle around like a bat and clobbered him. Down he went.
“Why didn’t you shoot him?” asked Katherine.
“He’s as good as shot. I won’t risk hanging over this boot dirt,” said Hattie.
She directed Katherine to fetch some rope and together they tied him up. They walked to the front of the house and found Jack out cold in the dirt. Katherine’s heart leapt. She made a silent prayer for her new beloved husband to be okay. Hattie knelt and felt for a pulse.
“He’s alive,” she said.
Hattie went inside the house and returned with a blanket. They rolled Jack onto it and together they dragged him into the house and into bed. He came round. He slowly opened his eyes. There was a smile in them. Katherine gently stroked his face.
“So beautiful,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied meaning him.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
“You have to keep him awake,” said Hattie. “Keep him awake for the next few hours. Don’t let him fall to sleep. I am going to take Harley into Dodge City. It’s going to be my word against his one more time but hopefully the Marshall will believe me.”
“What do you mean ‘one more time’?” asked Katherine.
Hattie tilted her head and gave Katherine a look.
“He wasn’t coming after Jack. He was coming after you, right?” asked Hattie. “So he tried that once with me. Only he was more successful you might say. Jack was his friend. I think somewhere Jack thought there was more too my protesting the whole situation. Didn’t want to believe his friend was like that. Well he had been my friend too. After it happened, there was no place for me to go. Jack made a place for me.”
“Why on earth would he have a man like that perform our service” asked Katherine.
“I guess he wanted to marry you,” said Hattie. “If I don’t come back, you’ll know they didn’t believe me.”
Hattie’s parting words made Katherine realize she was in a grave situation. She was faced with the prospect of being alone on the farm. She could be widowed and alone on the same day. But Katherine did as she was told. She kept her husband awake. She looked into his eyes that were on the cusp of closing and drifting off to sleep.
She reached down into the flap of his pajamas and strummed his belly. Jack smiled. She kissed him and otherwise pestered him, with chatter and touches. Hattie was right, he did revive some. And when she heard the team pulling in, she was revived. They had believed Hattie. She had returned with the Marshall and the doctor. A trickle of hope cracked Katherine’s worry that maybe she was going to be able to keep her happy ending after all.
Epilogue
Katherine Clearwater sat on the bank of the creek that ran through the property she and her husband shared. The shoals were sandy and they were shaded by the few trees that were around. She held a fishing pole that Hattie made for her. Her handsome husband Jack held her. He had gotten a nasty knock on the head by the man who would be his friend, but he was none the worse for wear. His big branch of arms wrapped around her as he pretended to teach her to fish.
“Here,” he said. “Hold it like this,” he said sensually.
She giggled. “I don’t think we’re going to catch anything this way.”
“You don’t?” he said.
He nuzzled the side of her neck.
“Mm,” he said. “I think I got me a bite.”
He released his hold on the pole, making her to hold steady as his hands roamed her. He cupped her plump breast and gave it a playful squeeze. Tingles washed throughout her. She ached for him all over again.
Their flirtation was interrupted when Katherine felt a tug on her line.
“Ohh,” she squealed.
She was really excited to catch her first fish. Their moment was so sweet Jack decided they shouldn’t move. He directed Katherine to gather rocks. They made a makeshift fire pit and camped. They ate the two fish that Katherine caught.
They spread out the blanket that they had brought with them and slept entwined, under the stars all night long.
Hattie and Katherine both having painful pasts, became like sisters. Their friendship lasted their entire lifetime.
The End
Won By The Cowboy
A Mail Order Bride Historical Romance
By
Brittany Dreams
Chapter One
It was humiliating enough that Ella Hutchins’ betrothed lied flat out about his age. It was clear as a bell that her husband-to-be was not a fit man of thirty five as the marriage broker claimed he was. When she debarked the train in Dodge, and on sight, she did not want to marry him. He was old enough to be her grandfather only he wasn’t near as nice.
When she first received his profile and began corresponding with him, Ella saw his name and the sound of it was ugly to her. But she overly romanticized the whole mail order marriage prospect. She began to find the name tolerable. Laying eyes on him changed all of that.
He was a coughing in his handkerchief, runny-eyed old man. Plainer than his age, were his intolerable vices. Ella’s intended life mate had a taste for too much liquor -- he smelled of whisky -- and a compulsion for cards. He promised her that they would go in the Long Branch to toast to their impending nuptials.
But the toast parlayed into a couple hands of poker. Now they couldn’t seem to get away from the card table. John Boyle emptied his pockets, one round after another. He coughed and he perspired. He did not look hopeful above his cards.
Ella sat in the background, in her own special kind of dread. She prayed for a scheme to get herself out of there. Boyle had sent her tickets which in her mind, she was going back in time to cash in, and not getting on the train. She could plainly see at the moment that this man she was agreed to marry, had no money for a return ticket. How was she going to get out of this?
Around the table were some of the roughest, filthiest men she had ever seen. Boyle was in a suit but it was sorely crumpled. Two of the men were dressed in dirt and denim. The third fellow, Ella had to admit, if she wasn’t just about too tired to, was clean. He wore cowboy clothes but they were fresh -- a shirt and a vest that were recently laundered.
His hair was tan and it fell around his face out front under his hat in softly strewn curls. His skin was nearly the color of his hair. Sun tarnished and smooth. His face was sweet and easy. Smiling clear eyes and dimples. He was the closest of the four men around the table to her age. Oh why couldn’t she be John Boyle?
Ella watched the handsome cowboy. She figured him to be the one who was winning. His style was cool. The two other cowboys cloaked in Kansas dust were gruff. They were quiet and hard. But Ella esti
mated her intended Boyle was having the worst night of all. Except her. Ella knew her night was the worst of any of the gamblers no matter how much they were losing.
The clean cowboy was a patient man. But finally he spoke.
“Come on now John,” he said. “Whatcha got?”
“I’d like to ante up,” said John.
The three men broke in a soft cackle.
“How about we play the hand we were dealt and get on with this. You don’t have nothing else to put in the pot,” said the cool one.
Boyle looked over his shoulder at Ella. She didn’t understand the implication at first but her eyes widened as she caught on. She pressed back in her chair.
“Oh you cannot be serious John,” said the cool cowboy.
“She’s pretty. She’d make a good wife. I don’t know what I was thinking when I sent for her. You take her,” said Boyle.
Ella bolted. But the cool cowboy had a long reach and he grabbed her. He gently but firmly sat her back down.
“Stay put, missy,” he said.
Ella had been manhandled before. Even Boyle tried to kiss her when she got off the train. She wasn’t having any of that. But even the little bit of contact she had from this man, sent rivers of excitement through her. She sat in her chair as she was told and studied him.
“Now John, you can’t just put your bride in the pot. Anyone of us could win the hand. No offense, Hank,” he said to one of the dirty cowboys, “but Hank here didn’t exactly court his last wife too kindly. I don’t think they’d pair up too well.”
“Take her or leave her, Brett,” Boyle veered over the table. “That’s all I got.”
“I’ll take her,” said Hank finally, licking his chops.
The cool cowboy was named Brett. He looked over to Ella who gripped the seat of her chair to keep from trembling off of its surface. Ella wished like hell he was the type to save a damsel in distress because now her jerk intended could very well lose her to a murderer.
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