He let the moment wash over her thoroughly. He very carefully washed every nook and cranny in her body. He rinsed her hair. He bathed himself until the water was too cool to be comfortable. One by one, they got out of the tub. They dried off in the linens that the hotel provided. Brett and Ella crawled naked under the sheets.
She knew he was timid about hurting her. She took his hand and placed it on her belly to assure him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I couldn’t be surer,” said Ella.
She spread her legs and guided him over her. Warmth surged within her. She was excited and eager for him. It occurred to her. Ella had fallen in love with her husband. If that was possible. A tear dampened the corner of her eye.
“You are about the prettiest woman I have ever seen, Mrs. Sullivan,” he said.
Brett kissed her gently on the lips. His lips traveled with feather lightness along her jaw where Hank socked her. When they continued down the curve of her neck, she thought she would jump out of her skin with thrill. Immediately she rasped, the pleasure was so intense.
“That’s good to know,” he laughed softly. “Let’s see about here.”
He buried his face to the ticklish dip at the base, where her neck met her shoulder. Ella was pleading. Wetness flowed between her legs. Brett was a shadow above her, lowering himself. He lifted her thighs over the broad shelves that were his shoulders and rested them there.
Ella’s eyes popped open when he kissed her between her legs. His tongue explored her center in the way it had her mouth. He plunged it into her, swirling and drawing it in and out of her the way he did when he had been inside her with his length.
Reflexively she touched herself and pleasured herself the way he had. Her body was still alive from the spectacular moment. It would not take much before she felt like she would be pleasantly convulsing with rapture. She made the same little circles, letting her body be the guide as to how to touch. Her core drew up against his plunging tongue. And like Brett, she did not let up until she achieved her goal. Finally she burst.
“I did it!” she gasped as she came undone with sugared ecstasy.
“You certainly did,” laughed Brett against her. “But heavens, don’t stop.”
He picked up the movement of her flesh, back and forth through the waves that overtook her. He rose above her and got inside her. His hardness was pure bliss inside her wet, enraptured core.
“God you feel good,” he declared helplessly. “Baby this may be quick but I will come back for more.”
Brett seem to tumble into a delirium, his eyes fluttered, his body stiffening, thrusting into her with a mind of its own. Brett was like a locomotive, pumping with fury and passion. Was it possible that his drive and the incessant action from his large, hard length were going to make Ella’s sweet moment come to her again?
She felt as though she were right on the brink of another round of seizing sweetly on him, when Brett made a strange declaration.
“I am going to cum,” he said.
And he jerked with the same pleasure that he had given her. His wild movement inside her own body did bring the moment back to her, and now she too came. It was amazing to do this at the same time as he.
The married lovers pulsed with their own ecstasy before collapsing on the hotel bed, spent from their love and the excitement of the day. They nestled in each other’s arms, the way they would for nights and years to come.
The End
Winds of Hope
A Mail Order Bride Historical Romance
By
Brittany Dreams
Copyright 2017 by Brittany Dreams
Introduction
Getting married is the last thing that hen-pecked Esperanza Miller wants to do. But her bitter mother Myrtle never lets her forget, she is too plump –and at twenty-five – too old to land a husband. Myrtle decides to make it happen herself and forces Esperanza on the matrimonial auction block. It is the nicest thing her awful mother ever did for her.
Chapter One
The ribbons of the corset could not pull any tighter, but her mother was bound and determined to find a way. She was going to squeeze her natural curves into unnatural ones.
“Mama, he already proposed. Not sure why you are going to the fuss for?” said Perri.
That was the wrong thing to say. There was no love lost between her mother and her. It seemed Myrtle Miller was angry with her daughter from the day she was born. She was angry her husband liked Perri more than and she was even bitter when Perri managed to be a little on the plump side, even though she yelled at Perri for not eating every bite.
Myrtle Miller made her daughter so skittish that she was way too nervous to attract a suitor. It was an apparent terminal embarrassment that Myrtle had a twenty-five year old unmarried daughter. She put an advertisement in the Matrimonial News and married her daughter off.
At first Perri refused. But Myrtle berated her until her daughter came round to her way of thinking. Myrtle did all the negotiating and letter writing. The bride was to be sent passage for both of them to come join him in Dodge City, where his ranch was settled.
It was not the best travel to endure with a backside full of bruises. The stage to Dodge was so rough, Perri didn’t get a wink of sleep. Fortunately her mother was there to let her know how awful she looked.
“Fix your hair,” Myrtle snapped as the coach pulled up to park. “You look like a loony.”
Perri smoothed and smoothed until she gave up. She pulled the pins from the tangle and let it fall loose. When she stepped out of the coach to accept the hand of the gigantic rugged man who would hopefully father her children, her hair fell in silken drapes.
She looked up to meet his gaze, their faces but a breath a part, she was satisfied by the look in his eye. He liked what he saw. Her mother be damned. This man’s very presence stirred her to the core. She was all tingling and entranced.
“Mr. Jackson, I presume?” said Myrtle with an icky smile on her face.
Wyatt Jackson was a steer of a man. He reminded Perri of the burly Kansas cattle he no doubt ranched. He tipped his hat to her mother.
“How do?” he said politely to Myrtle quickly.
He flashed a full set of even, white teeth and a pair of dimples. Perri was in heaven. She crushed on him immediately. Then he turned to Perri and his tone was decidedly dreamier.
“And you must be Esperanza,” he said, removing his cowboy hat with a sweeping bow.
“Please call me Perri,” Perri said, swooning as he took her hand once more.
She had never felt power before like his. His hand was leathery and tough but it was more that energy that flowed from them into her delicate fingers that what she sensed. It felt as though she were communicating to him without words. That they just had to look into one another’s eyes and they understood what the other was thinking.
“You’ll forgive her appearance,” said Myrtle, trying to step between the two betrothed. “She looks like a savage with her hair that-a-way.”
“I think that’s what I like most about her. Perri, you say?” said Wyatt.
“Oh that’s a ridiculous name her late father gave her,” said Myrtle.
“Ma’am?” said Wyatt, raising his eyebrow.
His face was pleasant though his tone was firm. He was daring Perris’ mother to repeat herself. Myrtle didn’t have the nerve. She bit her lip, literally tucking them in.
“I’ve got a nice room for you at the Dodge House,” he said sweetly to Perri and her mother. “Let’s get you settled. You must be awfully tired after your travels.”
“What will you do?” demanded Myrtle.
“Well we’ll accompany you. I propose you gals have a rest, get refreshed, we have a bite to eat and get on with the nuptials,” said Wyatt.
“All in one day?” said Myrtle. “I was hoping we would maybe do it tomorrow so as I had time to help Esperanza get ready and all.”
“Well don’t you fret none, now ma’am. I want thi
s all to be perfect but I am kind of anxious to go home with my new family,” said Wyatt in a honeyed tone. “So we’ll do as I say.”
Chapter Two
Perri was floored. No one had ever handled her mother that way. Wyatt was a natural. He was telling her what to do while he had her eating from his hand. He flipped a coin to a kid who was loitering in the street.
“Take the ladies bag to the Dodge House,” he said.
The boy received the money with a bright and glad face. It warmed her heart. Swimming with amazement, she hardly paid attention when she felt Wyatt slip his hand in hers. He cut a secret glance to her that made her melt. He already had her mother figured out. He drew her arm through his and folded it so that they walked close to one another over to the Dodge House as he was said they would. Her mother was remarkable silent and content the entire way, walking alongside the boy.
“I trust you traveled well, Perri?” he said warmly.
“Yes thank you,” she said shyly and then added, “Wyatt.”
“Oh I like the sound of my name when you say it,” he said.
“I like the sound of my name when you say it, Wyatt,” she said through her smile.
Gazing at the handsome mountain of a man who was to be her husband, Perri had to concede that for once her mother did something decent for her. Wyatt entered the Dodge House with the two of them and handled their business with the front desk.
“Hey Horace,” he said. “I would like for you to meet my mother-in-law to be, Mrs. Myrtle Miller.”
The man behind the front desk bowed slightly.
“And this beauty is my fiancée, Miss Perri Miller,” he grinned.
“Esperanza,” Myrtle corrected, threatening to raise her voice.
Wyatt was huge and pleasant and he canted towards the small, bitter woman.
“Well I like Perri and that is what I shall call her, when I am not calling her sweetheart or honey,” said Wyatt. “And that is all I should like to hear on the subject, thank you.”
Myrtle’s eyes widened but she didn’t say a word.
“Now Horace, I believe you have the keys for these two fine women,” said Wyatt.
“Yes sir, coming right up. I have number 10 and number 12, just like you ordered,” said the clerk.
“Two rooms?” protested Myrtle.
“Yes,” said Wyatt.
“My daughter is an unmarried woman. It wouldn’t be proper for her to have her own room," said Myrtle.
“I appreciate your love and care for your daughter and her good name. Fret not, mother. After your rest, we are to be married. We will be man and wife before the night is through. Now I insist. Get some rest. I will come round in two hours with the preacher. And then we shall have our wedding supper.”
Wyatt bowed and departed. When the two women were out of Horace’s sight, Myrtle snatched the key from Perri.
“He’s a total clod! I forbid you to marry him!” she hissed. “And you shall not have your own room. Least not until you are a married woman.”
Perri snatched the key right back. She really liked her husband-to-be. Bowled by her daughter’s boldness, Myrtle slapped her hard across the face. Blood spurt from her nose. Half blind with the pain and bleeding, Perri ran to her room with key in hand and locked her mother out. Her mother beat on the door.
Perri let her. She hoped that her noise attracted the hotel clerk who would go fetch Horace. She tossed herself onto the bed and her backside still hurt. If she was still it was okay but if she rolled it was awful. She ached as though her rear-end was broken. And now her nose was going to be red for her wedding.
How humiliating that her fiancé was going to know her mother beat her. That her mother was not just a high needs person, but a troll. Perri was fool enough to be happy that someone had been able to put her mother in her place, for a moment.
Chapter Three
The sound of heavy boots charging down the hallway sounded over Myrtle’s tantrum.
“What’s going on here?” Wyatt boomed.
His voice was commanding and loud and it did the trick to stop Myrtle’s racket.
“I am trying to talk sense with my daughter. I am going to take her home,” her mother snapped.
“Are you indeed?” he asked.
He tried the locked door.
“Perri,” he said softly.
“Don’t engage with him!” shouted Myrtle to Perri.
The next sound of her was an ‘umph’, followed by some very fast steps and a door slam.
“Now stay in there until I tell you otherwise,” Wyatt ordered.
“Perri,” he said softly after a knock. “Let me in sweetheart.”
“I can’t,” she cried. “I’m a mess.”
“You’re talking to a rancher, sweet. I am very familiar with messes,” he replied.
“Not this kind of mess, I am afraid,” she said.
There was no hiding the tears in her voice.
“Come on honey. Do I need to tell you to open the door and not ask you? I don’t want to start things out like that,” he said in a honeyed voice that warmed her belly.
She dabbed her face and smoothed her hair and when she opened the door to him, she avoided eye contact. He touched his fingers to her chin. She could feel him stiffen.
“What happened here?” he asked kindly though his tone was steel.
“I fell into the door. That’s why mother was upset,” she began.
Wyatt bent his knees and lowered himself to her eye level. The look in his face was stern. He had her attention. He wasn’t buying her answer even before she had a chance to finish it.
“We are as good as married. We will have a long and hopefully, happy life together,” he said. “You must always be truthful. I can see plain as day where it might not have been safe for you to be truthful before but I am here to tell you, you are safe.
But Perri was shame-filled.
“I would like some time to answer the question, please,” she said.
Wyatt was quiet.
“All right then,” he said plainly. “I am going to go about doing what I was doing. I’ll fetch you when I’m done and you and I shall be married. Do you have any objections to that?”
Without knowing she was going to, Perri threw her arms around Wyatt’s neck and hugged him with everything she had.
“No,” she said fiercely. “None at all.”
“Well good then. Rest,” he said lightly. “Keep this door locked. Horace is to come fetch me again if she gives you any more what for.”
Perri dozed. She slept a deep, luscious nap and was awakened by a civil knock. She thought at first it was her fiancé. But it was a woman.
“Miss Miller?” called the woman.
Perri peeked around the door.
“Miss Miller, I am Cadie. I work over at the Long Branch Saloon. Your fee-ance asked me to fix you up for your weddin’,” said the woman.
She was an attractive woman with a lot of paint on her face. She wore the fanciest, dress Perri had ever seen. She carried a suitcase with her. Perri let the woman in. She handed Perri a damp, filled handkerchief.
“This is for your nose,” she said. “It ought to make the swelling go down.”
Perri regarded herself in the mirror. Her nose was swollen.’
“Boy she really got me good this time,” she said without thinking.
“Who?” asked Cadie.
“No one,” said Perri quickly. “Boy it’s sure nice of you to help me out like this. My hair is a disaster I know. My mother has tried to do something with it but it never holds.”
Cadie let the long strands cascade from her fingertips.
“Why it’s like silk. I don’t reckon I have ever seen hair so purty in all my born days. I got French underwear that isn’t this fine. Oh and that reminds me,” she said.
The woman quick unfastened the suitcase bindings and pulled out colorful apparel.
“For your weddin’ night. Wyatt figured you and me is about the same size. I hope y
ou like them,” she said. “Now, about this hair.”
Cadie set a jar of goo on the vanity as she tugged and worked on Perri’s hair. Every once in a while she dipped her finger into the jar and wiped her hair with it. Whatever she was doing it worked. Her hair was shiny and beautiful in a scheme of fine, draping braids that gathered in a beautiful bun.
Cadie hugged Perri close. “I don’t know why we go to the trouble of putting our hair up on our weddin’ day. It’s just going to be took down on your weddin’ night.”
She giggled. Perri returned her smile with a blank stare.
“You don’t have any idea of what I am talking about, do you?” said Cadie. “I am going to have to do more than fix your hair, I can see that. Didn’t Wyatt say your mama was with you?”
“Yes,” Perris’ stomach turned at the mention of her mother.
Cadie dabbed some color on Perris’s lips and on her cheeks. It caused her to tingle so in an extremely relaxing way. It was bliss.
Cadie asked her, “She’s not told you what to expect on your weddin’ night. What you do for your man and more importantly, what you do for yourself?”
Perri shook her head.
“Okay missy. You just stand up and listen,” she said. “I’ll fill you in while I get your dress on you.”
Perri thought she would faint listening to the vivid details of Cadie’s marital lecture. Cadie was wont to press her fingers in places on Perri to support the information she was giving her. She used hand gestures and poked her tongue into her cheek to mimic the special kiss a woman gave to her man to please him ‘every which way till Sunday.’
“Have you been married long?” asked Perri.
Cadie burst forth with a cackle and laughed hard. When she caught her breath, she answered.
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