by Ashlee Price
Shane went back upstairs and saw that Dasha was back in her own room. He knocked softly. He was afraid that after everything that happened in her first day, she would want to leave. If it was him in that situation, he thought that maybe he would want to leave himself. When she opened the door and was wearing her wedding gown, his heart stopped and then finally restarted. She wasn’t going to leave him after all.
“You still want to get married Dasha?”
“Yes. You will be good husband. Do you still want to marry me?”
“More than anything else in the world.” He watched her eyes and hated to see the bit of timid in her face. Something that he had expected was heartbreaking to see and before he could stop himself, he had pulled her to him. She looked up at him, her lips quivering and he moved down to brush his lips ever so softly against hers. Dasha sighed and then opened her mouth to let his probing tongue in. Shane took it as an invitation and they were both out of breath by the time he pulled away. Her taste like a drug and her blue eyes held something else now. Shane left before he ruined it by pushing too far and made his way to his own bedroom to get something on for the ceremony. The reverend was going to be there in a little while and now that there were less people, it would just be that much more intimate.
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“Dearly Beloved…”
The reverend went on with the words that were in everyone’s hearts and minds. Shane couldn’t hear them, only seeing Dasha. She looked down, unable to keep his gaze. Her own mind was riveted with an idea of what would happen next. She had to be prompted to respond when finally asked if she agreed. Looking back up at him, she thought to herself, how could she not?
“I do.”
He had already said his part and when they were made official, her heart skipped as he moved in for another kiss. She could still feel him on her lips and they melted together with the touch. Shane had to pull himself together when he realized that there were people watching him and he pulled away with a red face. Her eyes were still closed.
It was official. They were married and she was his. The day had been a crazy one and he knew that it may not end the way he wanted it to, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, it was perfect. She was perfect and the way she finally looked up at him, he wouldn’t have changed for the world. She looked at him like he was the man on the white horse to save her. Dasha felt safe with him and he took that trust very seriously.
The pastor left and everyone else went back to work. There was to be no honeymoon for the two of them, especially not two people short on the ranch, but Shane was not going to work anymore that day. He just wanted to spend the rest of the day with her.
They went back inside after everyone left the small gathering and Dasha was quiet. She looked nervous and Shane wasn’t sure why.
“Are you okay Dasha?”
It was too much, hell it was too much for him and he was used to the craziness of the ranch. He felt bad about what happened and he just wanted her to feel okay with it.
“I’m fine, just a strange day. Is it always like that here?”
“Not like that, but there is always something going on. I got rid of Caroline and Sammy, so it will be calmer now.”
“Why Caroline?”
Shane paused, should he tell her. “She pushed him to do that.”
Dasha nodded. “She wanted you as her husband?”
He was surprised she put it together so quickly.
“Yeah, something like that. How did you know?”
“A woman knows. Were you two…”
“No, no, nothing like that. She is not my type at all.”
Dasha seemed to like that answer, though she still wasn’t smiling about it. Dasha moved to their bedroom and started to put away the rest of her things. She didn’t know what else to do after the day she was having. Her emotions were everywhere, but the one constant feeling was how safe she felt with Shane. The idea of him with that blonde woman made her angry in a way that she didn’t quite understand.
“What would you like to do today Dasha? I know that this isn’t a regular marriage, so I am not sure where to go from here.”
Chapter 6
She turned around and looked at him. She was still in her wedding dress that made her seem even more slight. It was absurd really, to be talking there like that right after their wedding. It wasn’t a normal wedding though and the confidence that he had felt before meeting her was gone. Everything that he thought he knew was wrong. Now he understood why people would go to such extremes, such lengths to be with someone. Now Shane understood what all of the fuss was about.
“Are you not sure what to do?”
Dasha sounded incredulous and it made him grin a little.
“I know what to do when it comes to that Dasha, but I didn’t know what you wanted to do. It’s your choice. Whatever you want.”
She turned her back to him and met his eyes through the reflection of the mirror on the dresser. Shane could tell she was blushing and it made certain changes in her demeanor make more sense. Dasha had been so sure of herself yesterday, but after Sammy trying to seduce her and then as the consummation became a question, the timid woman that he seen now had appeared. His fear had been that she would be this way always, the fire from before gone, but now he knew that she just never knew a man in that way.
The knowledge gave him more insight, but also created conflicting feelings with it. He wanted to take his time, but the idea of being the first made his blood boil.
“Will you help me take this off please?”
Her voice was so quiet, but he heard it as if it was thundering in his head. Shane found his feet planted to the floor for a moment, questioning if it was what he had actually heard it or was it what his mind made him think he heard. It was what he wanted to hear.
“You need help with your dress?”
She nodded in the mirror, her blue eyes looking to him.
“Please.”
Shane closed his eyes for a moment and then moved forward to reach her. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the long row of buttons on the back. He couldn’t think of how she had gotten in it with her body so close. She was breathing in shallow breaths and he wondered how such a beautiful woman could be still untouched.
His fingers played with the revealed flesh when he was done, running a tip up her back and watching her shiver. Shane moved the fabric off of her shoulders, where the swell of her breasts stopped it from falling the rest of the way off of her. “I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful wife Dasha. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I want to make love to my wife, but only when you are ready.”
He had to give her a choice. Sex had always been optional in his mind when he had come up with the idea of finding a wife, practicality was what he had been thinking about, but now all he could think about was being her husband in all senses of the word.
Dasha’s blue eyes met his finally as he towered over her. She trembled against him, but finally moved. Her hands went to the top of the dress and pulled it down to fall. Catching on her hips, she pushed it the rest of the way down and Shane couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. His palms rubbed her shoulders and then moved down her upper arm towards her small breasts. Cupping them from behind, his fingers played with the hardened tips as Dasha’s head fell back against his chest.
He played with her as she squirmed against him and he was left rigid in his pants in seconds. Shane was watching her face through the mirror, the way her body jerked as one hand dragged short nails down her abdomen. He toyed with the soft brown curls that covered her. Knee pushing in between her thighs, she made a small whimpering sound when he found her damp heat. Shane bit her shoulder and she made the same sound again. As his finger moved lower, rubbing against her clit, her noises became louder and more damaging to his need.
Shane made circles over her swelling clit. She seemed more than ready and when he moved lower, his assumptions were found to be right. No one else had ever touched her before. Sucking where he had bit, his fingers m
oved back up to the top of her slit and pressed harder. Dasha gasped and wiggled her ass against his own raging need. He groaned as he moved faster on her, watching her body tense as she was dragged closer to the edge. Dasha had her eyes shut tight and he tapped on her with the tops of his fingers.
“Come for me Dasha. So you will be wet enough.”
He continued his assault on her quim, while his other hand left her to make him ready for her. He had never needed something so badly in his life and when she called out his name in that accent, her need splashing out onto his fingertips, Shane thought he was going to explode. It was too much and he was struggled to release himself with only one hand.
Her hips and ass pushed back against him over and over again. Her body was searching for it and when he finally felt the cleft between her cheeks he growled. Going back to rubbing her sensitivity, he positioned himself lower to her opening that was barred. Her eyes flashed open as he pressed in against her barrier. Shane rubbed more, making her stomach tighten and her moaning started again. Conflicting thoughts once more.
“Are you ready Dasha?”
She nodded her head, though her eyes fluttered closed as soon as he started to press inside. Slowly the cockhead ripped through to her tight depths and Shane gritted his teeth to the urge to slam forward. Her name whispered softly in her ear as he pushed deeper, her insides suffocating him. Pulling out, she gripped him and when he pressed back in found her no less choking.
“Oh God Dasha. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” The last syllable rose with his sudden thrust to fully seat himself inside of her. He was just so big and she was so small it was hard to think. Moving back to her breasts, he played with a tip while he rubbed her pleasure spot. She started to move her hips against him, pressing him in and out just an inch, grinding back against him as she moaned.
Shane watched her bring herself to pleasure, using his body as her instrument. The longer he was inside of her, the deeper she pushed him and the faster she pulled him out. “Yes, yes, I’m going to come Shane.”
Her shaking made his blood boil, the sounds of her satisfying him in a way that nothing else could. But it was the flush of her essence down his shaft that propelled him forward, pushing her down onto the dresser, his cock sliding deeper.
He couldn’t be tender any longer and her body was asking for something else entirely. When he pulled out and seen the slickness left from her, he slammed back in suddenly. Her tits bounced back and forth as he started to move into her quickly. Pushing in hard and deep and then pulling out quickly to do it over again.
Dasha was still coming, unable to stop as each thrust rubbed her clit against the edge of the dresser. She braced herself against the mirror as he pounded into her. His name became a chant on her lips as she came over and over again. Shane watched ever nuisance of her face and then her eyes met his as he started to fill her with his hot seed. She convulsed around his shaft with each inch pressed deeper to her womb.
He laid his head on her back and breathed out deeply. How could he not have known that it was possible to feel that way? Shane helped her up, her knees a little wobbly as he moved her to the bed. Removing his shirt and pants, he laid down next to her, pulling her close. Dasha sighed against him and laced her hands with his.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you Dasha.”
She turned to him. “Not at all. It was better than I could have hoped for. I knew I was waiting for the right one and it was you.”
For someone that had never believed in love, Shane felt the same way.
“I’ve been waiting for you too Dasha. I just didn’t know it.”
She sighed and pulled closer to him, molding her body against him. They slept for hours afterwards, only getting out of bed to get something to nibble on before going back to nibbling on each other. It wasn’t a regular wedding by far, but it was certainly one that would never be forgotten by the two who shared it.
~THE END~
The Alpha Cowboy’s Secret
The rodeo was going awesome. Todd had already won three of his events and he had a good feeling about the last one. He was taking a belt buckle home this weekend, he just knew it.
He was born to rodeo, that was what his grandfather always told him, and he was right. With his six foot three height, wide shoulders and strong arms, plus the knowledge of the horses and cattle, he was practically unbeatable. Bronc riding was one of his favourite events and it was coming up.
The man before him only lasted six seconds, and then it was his turn. He climbed over the fence and on to the back of the bronc he was going to ride. He was a buckskin, light tan coat with black mane and tail, he was beautiful. Todd grabbed on to the rope and steadied himself. Then he gave the signal and the gate opened. The horse started to buck right away, trying to throw him to the ground, but Todd wasn’t going anywhere. He squeezed with his thighs and held on a little tighter with his hands. He heard the bell go off when his eight seconds were up, but he continued to control the bronc. When he felt it was the safest time for him to jump off, he released his grip and threw his leg over the one side. He slid off of the horse easily and landed on his feet. The crowd was cheering like crazy, and they got even louder when he shot his hand up and gave them a wave.
With a big grin on his face, Todd jumped the fence of the arena and headed back towards his trailer. His stable hand met him half way talking a mile a minute. Tyler was new; his last stable hand met a woman and had to move out west so he hired Tyler. He was young, but he was willing to learn and had all kinds of energy. “Man that was awesome! The way you rode that bronc was like nothing I have ever seen. You were so in control the whole time, I wish I knew how to do that; so cool.”
“It’s what I was born to do.” It’s true that Todd was excellent with the cowboy stuff, the control he had was something other men only wished they could accomplish. The rodeo wasn’t the only thing Todd had to have control over. He controlled almost everything in his life, and the only things he didn’t were the things he couldn’t. He owned a ranch where he broke horses and he was damn good at it, he had a team of men who worked for him and they knew he was their boss, and his favourite thing to control was his women.
The man who sponsored the rodeo came to Todd’s trailer to present him with his buckle. He was a short, chubby man and he was filthy rich but Todd liked him. They had gotten to know each other throughout Todd’s rodeo career. “The bronc you rode is for sale. I don’t know if you're interested but he’s a beautiful horse and you rode him better than any other man. I could give you a great deal.”
By the end of the conversation, Todd had a new shiny belt buckle, and a horse. Those weren’t the only things he was going to be taking home by the looks of it. There was a tall blonde with never ending legs hovering on the edge of his campsite. He smiled and lifted his hand towards her. With one finger, he beckoned her closer. She obeyed and walked right over to him until her breasts were almost touching his chest. He inhaled deeply, pulling her sent in to his nose. She smelt like shampoo and perfume and the smell was a refreshing change from the smell of manure and horses that had wracked his nostrils for the most part of the weekend.
He had planned to head home, the rodeo was only about an hour from his home; but he supposed he could stay an extra hour or two. He had been sleeping in his camper trailer the whole weekend, which he had pulled with his Dodge. He looked around to see if Tyler was still hanging around. He wasn’t. That boy had learned quickly that if there was a woman around, he was to get lost. He was doing his job well.
Todd didn’t say anything to the blonde, he wasn’t interested in talking. He didn’t even need to know her name. He grabbed her by the hand and led her to his trailer. He opened the way in and motioned for her to go ahead. He closed them in together and advanced towards the blonde. She had taken off her shoes and sat on the bed. He followed suit and removed his boots before pushing on her shoulders and laying her down. He used one hand to hold her wrists, which he pinned above her head and he used t
he other to slowly unbutton first her shirt and then her jeans.
When her bra was exposed, he pulled the cups down to reveal her breasts. She had averaged sized breasts, with high, tight, pink nipples. He drew one in to his mouth and started to suck and flick and nibble on it. The blonde moaned and he moved to the other. He released her hands just long enough to remove her pants and his clothes and then he put them back where they were, holding her down. Todd was always in control when he had sex. He decided the position, he decided the rhythm and speed, and he decided when it was over and how long it lasted. He needed the control to enjoy the release.
Todd moved his free hand to in between her legs and discovered that she was hot and ready for him. He took her mouth with his and lifted himself over her. He got positioned in the right spot, rolled a condom over his length and pushed his way in to her core. She moaned against hip lips as he filled her up.
He didn’t have a whole lot of time before he had to leave so he picked up the tempo, slamming himself in to the girl. If it wasn’t for his mouth being on hers and his tongue intertwining with hers, she would be making a whole lot of noise. She was tight and warm wrapped around him and he could feel the friction starting to build at the base of his erection. He let go of her hands and switched the position so that he was on his knees and her legs were spread wide in front of him. He used both of his hands to hold her hips and slap them against his own. The blonde started to orgasm, a soft pulling on him inside of her that set off his own climax. He kept pumping in to her until they were both breathing hard, covered in sweat and satisfied. He pulled out of her and discarded the condom.
Twenty minutes later, Todd was on the road home; pulling his camper behind him and being followed by Tyler who was pulling his horse trailer with Todd’s new stallion in it.
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For the next week, Todd tried to break the buckskin but after each try he was no closer than he had been the first day he brought him home. He was working with him one day when his brother stopped in to see him.