Adored By The Rancher: Mail Order Brides Box Set

by Dreams, Brittany

“Let it happen baby,” he said.

  Her long silken tresses that Cadie had worked so meticulously on, were completely unraveled. Perri felt them splay around her head as Wyatt pumped into her. She drew her knees back toward her chest. She felt just the slightest twinge of discomfort which was overcome by the sweetness of a climax. The little bit of adjustment started the blissful spasms that had overtaken her before.

  “Oh God,” she uttered mindlessly, never having sworn before.

  He smiled at her transformation. He smiled above her, bouncing into her steadily. He was not as quick as he had been before, though he had taken his time the first go round. He seemed to be in better control of himself.

  He gently dragged her body to the edge of the bed and stood. He strung her legs up along his body so that they rested on him. He took hold of her thighs with his big paws and drove into her standing up.

  Perri stretched her arms wantonly on the mattress giving her a full view of her naked body. Her generous breasts bobbed with his urgent rhythm. He bent over her, her feet sliding to the sides of his neck, and tweezed a nipple with his fingers. He gently twirled it. She arched up at the sensation.

  In a fit of creativity, Perri let her feet fall to the side. She formed a giant V in the air with her legs. Wyatt’s eyes went wild with passion.

  “You are my little dance hall girl, ain’t you?” he declared.

  He gathered her ankles and turned her around. Her feet were planted on the ground next to his. He lifted her onto her knees onto the mattress and walked her forward. He climbed behind her and re-entered her, continuing his rhythm.

  He leaned to kiss her backside. He started with her spine. She was incredibly sensitive as his lips followed the bony path down to her curvaceous buttocks. He was tender as he kissed her there. As though he meant for his loving to heal her injury.

  Perri was on all fours. She just thought to look to the side and realized that she could see Wyatt and her in the vanity mirror. She blushed but she could not tear her eyes away. Wyatt intuitively looked her way and their eyes connected in their reflection.

  On purpose, he withdrew from her just so that she could see his length as it re-entered her. She shook her head with the erotic effect that watching had on her. Her nipples were at once hard. She lowered herself just so that her breasts barely grazed the mattress and the friction of her breasts swaying back and forth, teased her.

  It took some time, not that she had complaints, for Wyatt to make that culminating shift. She watched in the mirror as his eyes fluttered back and upward. His spine arched. His shoulders went back as his hips went forward, as far into her as he could. Like she had, he too was calling for mercy as he struggled to eke out all of the pleasure from her that he could.

  Perris’ own pleasure had fully subsided some and she was clear headed could think. She rocked her hips up towards his as he fell into his own climax. He cried out and spazzed helpless as Perri wickedly coaxed his senses to feel all that they could.

  At last, he crumbled to the mattress next to her, a felled giant. Perri was no longer wired from the travel and the newness. Despite the brief nap she had had earlier, she was exhausted. She cuddled next to her new husband, and succumbed to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Perri lifted her eye lids. The room looked like the aftermath of a powerful storm. Bedding and clothing and belongings were strewn everywhere and her giant husband was sprawled beside her. She had worn him out.

  She hoped he still wanted her in the light of day. Cadie told her it was one thing for a man to want a woman like she was the last woman on earth, when he was hungry. But when he was satisfied, he might not be so kind.

  While Wyatt slept, Perri took the chance to study on him. Wyatt stirred. Blind, his mouth found the side of her neck and kissed her. The contact catapulted her to arousal in an instant. When he spoke against her neck, the pleasurable effect was doubled.

  “I suppose we ought to show ourselves for breakfast. No doubt your mother has reared her lovely head,” he said.

  Perri could not help but snicker. She held her fingers to her mouth and giggled.

  “What a melodious sound, your laughter,” he said. “I think I like it near as much as your cries when you are at the peak of passion.”

  His words made her melt. She nearly dissolved into pure heat. He must have sensed her reaction.

  “Oh well, I know how to wind your clock up,” he said. “I just have whisper in your ear. How delightful. My passionate wife.”

  “How delightful indeed, my all-knowing husband,” she replied, finding her courage. “But on the subject of my mother –“

  Wyatt released a hearty laugh.

  “There you go again. I promise you. Mention that woman in bed and we shall be a childless couple,” he threatened lightly.

  Perri smiled at the mention of children. She would be pleased to have his baby. She immediately fantasized about what their children might look like. She herself had very dark straight hair. Wyatt’s hair was amber and curling. She saw sweet children with huge smiles running around playfully.

  Wyatt stroked her face tenderly despite the roughness of his hands. He stirred her from her wishful thinking. He was sincere when the spoke to her.

  “Please tell me your feelings on my telling her to leave. If you want her to go away, I will see to it. And if you want her to say, I would understand but she will behave,” he said.

  “You are letting me decide?” asked a stunned Perri.

  “Woman you are in the West now. I aim to count on you for many decisions,” he said.

  He rolled her over on her belly.

  “For instance, this way,” he said and gently encouraged her to her back. “Or this way.”

  He was like a magnetic, pulling at her very core. It was so powerful, he made her head spin.

  “I think I will know when I lay eyes on her. If there were a way to take care of her and yet to forget about her,” she said.

  “Baby, I have a ranch that goes on forever. Probably a lot like your mother, if we let her. I can set her up with a little house. You can see her as often or as little as you like,” he said.

  He moved, his movements became more liquid, predatory in a good way.

  “But we need to make sure she is out of earshot. I expect the ranch is going to be a might loud from here on out,” he said flirtatiously.

  Perri burned with a powerful blush. She squirmed with it.

  “Am I understood?” he asked with a pretend lecture.

  “You are, sir,” she replied in a near faint.

  “Much as I hate to let her interrupt our honeymoon, let’s freshen up and go on down,” he said.

  Chapter Eight

  Wyatt was correct. Myrtle had risen before them and was sitting stone-faced having coffee at the Delmonico’s. Perri could spot her sulking from across the room. It was pretty clear that Wyatt wanted her gone but it looked like to Perri that her mother was holding out for a change of heart. Perris’ palms were sweaty when she and Wyatt approached her.

  “Good morning, mother,” Perris’ voice trembled.

  “I suppose,” said Myrtle.

  “May we join you?” asked Perri.

  “I suppose,” she repeated.

  “Wyatt and I would like to offer you your very own house on his ranch,” said Perri.

  Wyatt took Perris’ hand.

  “Our ranch,” he corrected with a warm smile.

  “I thought you wanted nothing more to do with me,” she said stiffly.

  “I was thinking more that we could start fresh. You know. New marriage. New family. New house,” said Perri stiffly.

  “I won’t stay where I am not wanted,” said the woman, pouting.

  “I- I,” Perri stammered.

  Her heart raced, her stomach was doing flips. Perri was humiliated in front of her husband that she was such a door mat to her mother.

  “Yes you will,” interjected Wyatt firmly. “You only care about you and as long as you and your needs
are taken care of, others be damned. I have a feeling this mail order matrimony was your way of hitching to my wagon. I am sure a little investigatin’ will prove you were on your last leg financially. Otherwise, you’d a been gone when I told you to leave.”

  “It might surprise you that I love my daughter and I want to be near her. She is all I have,” replied the bitter woman.

  “It might at that,” grinned Wyatt. “But I agree she’s all you got. ‘Cause I don’t believe you got money. So I would a lot nicer to her from this point forward, am I clear? I am willing to build you a house. I am willing to be civil to you on holidays and such. But mark me, you ever belittle my wife or lay a hand on her, you will receive it in kind from me. There’s no law against a man beating a woman here in Dodge. I don’t abide by it, but you would be the first to put me to the test on that one.”

  “Are you threat-?” Myrtle raised her voice.

  “Eh,” he interrupted.

  And he made the noise again when she tried to continue.

  “What shall it be, Myrtle?” he asked.

  “Fine have it your way,” she said.

  “That’s what I needed to hear,” said Wyatt.

  He rose from the table and gave instructions to the waiter.

  “Put Mrs. Miller’s breakfast on my tab. Please send bacon, eggs, toast, coffee and champagne to my room at the Dodge House. Mrs. Jackson, would you take a walk with me?” he asked, offering his arm to Perri.

  Mrs. Jackson.

  Perri was never prouder as she walked down Main Street arm-in-arm with Wyatt. The strolled over to the stables where Wyatt introduced her to Moss.

  “I heard you was coming, but I couldn’t have known how pretty you’d be,” said Moss.

  “Moss, I would like take the bay mare out before we hitch them to the rig,” said Wyatt. “I thought I would take my bride for a ride.”

  “You leavin’ today then are you?” asked Moss.

  “I was going to discuss that prospect with the missus,” he said with a wink. “I was kind of itchin’ to show her our home. Kind of eager to start our new life together.”

  Moss smiled from ear to ear.

  “I don’t blame you one bit now, Wyatt. I surely don’t,” said Moss.

  He saddled up the horse Wyatt requested. Wyatt hoisted Perri to side to the side on the horse as he straddled her.

  “We’ll go gentle,” he whispered to Perri as out of range for Moss to hear.

  “Any excuse to hold you in my arms,” he continued. “I hope I am not being selfish.”

  His breath on her neck was erotic. She swayed against.

  “Steady there,” he chuckled. “Well you’re easy to please.”

  “I can’t help it,” she said faintly. “You do things to me.”

  “That pleases me,” he said.

  “And no, you’re not being selfish. I like being in your arms,” she said.

  “How a mean sour woman could make such a sweet delightful daughter is puzzling,” he said.

  “You really think I am delightful?” she asked shyly.

  “I don’t reckon there’s a person who don’t, save you know who. Cadie is taken with you,” he said.

  “I like her. I am glad she helped me to get ready for the weddin’,” said Perri.

  “One of my better ideas,” said Wyatt sensually. “You were a wildcat.”

  “You made it easy to be,” she rasped.

  She leaned against his sturdy broad shoulder. She was filled with more positive emotion than she ever thought she would know.

  “Wyatt,” she began.

  “Yes love,” he answered.

  He called her love. It was if he knew what she was about to ask.

  “My mother did tell the truth. About my not wanting to come. I had no idea what she was up to. She took the ad out in the Matrimonial News. I did not want to come,” she said.

  “That’s because you don’t trust her. That makes perfect sense,” he said. “I don’t think she has ever had your best interest at heart.”

  It hurt her deeply to hear him say that.

  “Was I too plain?” he asked tenderly. “I might as well as while it’s still smartin’ that I don’t think she will. She’s not right, baby. Something ain’t put together right where she’s concerned. It says a whole lot about you that you are as sweet and loving as she is not.”

  Perri took a deep breath.

  “So how is it now?” he asked with a smile against her cheek.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Well you’re glad you came now, right? I was right about that?” he asked.

  “Am I?” she asked rhetorically. “It is the nicest thing she’s ever done for me. Or could have done for me.”

  “And for me too,” said Wyatt with a chuckle. “You’re the only reason I am willing to put up with her. If she were a man, I’d a knocked her flat. But I am thankful as anything to her for you. So she can stay.”

  “Thanks, I think. Wyatt?” she said timidly.

  “Yes love,” he replied again.

  “Am I your love?” she asked.

  “Yes love,” he said again.

  The House of Sadie

  A Paranormal Ghost Historical Romance

  Introduction:

  Esmaralda Novak didn’t know what she would find upon taking the wild job that was to spend one night in the strange abandoned house outside New Orleans. She reads tarot cards for a living. She’s not a medium by any means. She jumps at the chance to make two thousand dollars for spending one night in the abandoned mansion. Never, in her wildest imaginings, did she think she would meet a man like Jack.

  Tall, muscular, blonde, strangely old fashioned, Jack has surprises in store or Esmaralda. He means to teach her what it is to love, to show her a world that once was. Only by her coming can he finally be free.

  Chapter 1

  Esmaralda Novak stared up at the giant, towering, Victorian monstrosity that rose out of the middle of the bald prairie, a specter on the flat horizon of land. She knew immediately she was in over her head.

  Somehow, all her decisions in her life had led her to this moment. Esmaralda’s real name used to be Stephanie Wilkens. She’d legally changed her name when she was eighteen. Having left home at sixteen, unable to stand the boring suburban life and strict rules her parents set out, she had been living in a small New Orleans apartment for the past ten years.

  Esmeralda had been as unable to deny the gypsy spirit that lived inside of her as her parents had been able to abide it. She had bought her first tarot set at fourteen, had practiced day and night. Her parents had equated her interest with the occult. She had lived under their roof for two more years before she was able to work up the courage to leave. She had always known where she wanted to be. She left her New Jersey home and drove all the way to New Orleans in a five hundred dollar car that barely made it there. She had found work at a supermarket but began to do readings on the side.

  Her first real break came at nineteen, when she was offered a full time reading job in some artsy gift store that attracted a lot of tourist traffic. The money poured in and after saving for three years she was able to open her own store, doing full time readings. She sold different tarot sets, books, stones, and other things that she was sure her parents would have equated with the devil.

  Her shop was an old, two story building. She had been lucky enough to land real estate that had an apartment overtop the commercial area. She had a new fronting put on the building that made it look like the entrance to a colorful gypsy wagon. Inside was just as unique and brightly decorated. She had spared almost no expense, had taken out a loan to decorate and make the atmosphere just right. The bonus of buying such a large building was that she also let out the room next door as a meditation studio. She charged a commission to the girl who ran it and was thrilled that the clientele it attracted usually bought books, stones, or asked for a reading from her as well.

  A month ago Esmeralda had been surprised when a local news station had a
sked her for an interview. Her business was doing very well and she was what they considered a young entrepreneur and they wanted to feature her for a ten minute segment. She had agreed reluctantly, only because she had seen it being very good exposure for the shop.

  If she had never said yes that to that news show she wouldn’t be here now, in the middle of a field, two hours outside the city, looking at this grey, creepy monstrosity. The owner of the property was as strange as the house. Or maybe not. Esmaralda supposed it took all types and she had to admit the business idea was inventive.

  She had received a phone call last week from the gentleman who owned this house, a Daniel Spurr. He had bought the run down property and wanted to turn it into a hotel and haunted house. It certainly looked the part. He was curious to see if it was actually haunted. He was enlisting a serious of mediums, occultists, fortune tellers… that kind of thing to see if they felt any… presence in the house.

  Esmaralda had wanted to refuse the job. She wasn’t a medium or a seer. She read tarot cards. She had nothing to do with the occult or ghosts or other worlds. She simply read the card as it was, trying to best interpret the meaning of spreads for her guests. She didn’t tell fortunes and she wasn’t a charlatan. She read what the cards suggested, told the listener their meaning. Nothing more than that. She didn’t believe in fooling people, scaring people, or trying to predict the future. She didn’t even have an ounce of gypsy blood in her, though she wished otherwise.

  Esmaralda’s long, curly dark hair was half hair extensions. She tanned regularly. She had pierced her nose and put in a hoop ring, and she wore all the jewelry and bohemian clothing that made her look like she perhaps could be a gypsy. She had a scrolling tattoo complete with ornate mandala and feathers on one arm. Her heart shaped face, large dark eyes, small nose with a little curve at the base, full lips, and high cheek bones could have been considered bohemian. She was a tall woman, a few inches shy of six feet. She was surprisingly shapely for being so tall. Full breasts, gentle curving hips, and a full bottom ensured she was attractive.

  The job was a mysterious one. Daniel Spurr had asked her to go to the country, where the house was located. He wanted her to spend a night in it. One night and he would pay two thousand dollars. She had asked for an advance, to ensure he actually paid. She had been given an online transfer within five minutes of exchanging her information with the stranger. He had sent an email with directions out to the house. He assured her he would arrive at the house the morning following her stay to pay her and debrief.