Naughty Angel: Brian's Bride (The McKenzie Series #2)

by Lynn Coppersmith

  There was a moment of stunned silence, and then Brian threw his head back and laughed with glee. When he finally caught his breath, his grin was entirely devilish.“Yes ma’am, Mrs. McKenzie. Now you’re talking my language.”

  He rose up, gripped her hips, and thrust into her from behind. They both gave a heartfelt groan of pleasure as he battered against her womb with every harsh invasion.

  He gripped her breasts and possessed her just the way she liked it, hard and fast and deep. Each stroke was punctuated by a painful squeeze of her nipples until they were achingly sore and throbbing. Each tortuous squeeze was met with a moan of pleasure. Sarah urged him to ravish her, arching her hips backward so he could sink even deeper as she stroked the back of his wicked hands in approval.

  Neither Brian nor Sarah was in a hurry. They each held out for as long as possible, savoring the exquisite pleasure of their joining. When the sensations finally overwhelmed her, Sarah screamed, pressing her bottom tightly against her husband as he poured himself inside her with a shuddering groan. Her inner muscles clenched tightly around him, welcoming his seed. Brian relished every rippling contraction, as she milked him. Finally he was home!

  When the last tremors faded, they collapsed onto the bed. Brian pulled a quilt over them, loving the feeling of holding his boneless wife snuggled in his arms. The clouds of uncertainty were banished. All he could see was an endless horizon of promise, for him and his naughty angel.

  He kissed her temple. “I love you, Mrs. McKenzie.”

  “I know, Brian. I love you too. And I’ll never get tired of you having your wicked way with me.”

  Epilogue

  Eighteen months later

  Liam McKenzie was in no hurry to retire to his lonely bed, and he slowly unsaddled his horse and got it settled in its stall for the night. It was nearly midnight. Liam had spent a thoroughly enjoyable evening at Harvey’s saloon appreciating the extensive talents of Rita, his favorite whore.

  She never failed to please him. She had the body of a temptress, and she knew how to use it. Still, he heaved a sigh, feeling somehow empty and dissatisfied after his night of carnal delights.

  His dissatisfaction wasn’t Rita’s fault. She had done an admirable job of satisfying her customer. But that was the crux of the problem. He didn’t want a whore. What he really wanted was a loving wife of his own to cherish and make love to.

  Liam loved his brothers and was happy that they had each found their perfect mate. Aidan and Naomi had a beautiful son, Ian, who was nearly a year old. Brian and Sarah had celebrated the birth of their daughter, Leslie, and she was just four months behind her cousin. Both couples were ridiculously happy. Liam was glad that his brothers were settled and content, but at times like this, he suffered pangs of envy.

  The brothers had built a third cabin for Brian and his family. That left Liam alone in the original cabin. It was awfully quiet and lonely, not having anyone to talk with during the long nights.

  In recent months, he had grown increasingly dissatisfied with his life as a bachelor. It was hard to watch his brothers enjoying marital bliss while he slept in a cold, empty bed every night.

  An occasional night in the arms of a beautiful and lusty woman was hardly enough to satisfy Liam’s restlessness. He longed for a woman of his own … someone to share his life with … someone to be his loving wife. So far, he hadn’t found anyone that he wanted to fill that role.

  He made his way to his empty cabin, lighting a lantern and carrying it to his bedroom. When he began to remove his coat, a crackling sound reminded him of the letter he had picked up from the post office. Liam fished it from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed, removing the rest of his clothes before settling in to read the letter from his mother.

  He had forgotten about the letter, having saved it until he had privacy to read its contents. He tore through the envelope and adjusted the lantern so that it provided sufficient light.

  June 19, 1854

  My Dearest Children,

  I hope this letter finds all of you well and happy. It is with a saddened heart that I write to inform you of your father’s death. His health had been failing in recent months. He finally succumbed to a bout of pneumonia and died on the 16th of June. You should have seen how many people turned out for his funeral. The church was overflowing. It’s nice to know that so many appreciated what a good man your father was.

  And now, my dear sons, I find that there isn’t much to hold me here anymore. Without your father, I am merely existing. You have invited us many times to come and join you there, in Oregon, your land of promise. Now that your father is gone, I have decided that I should accept your generous offer. I have begun making preparations to join you next year. The possibility of being reunited with my sons and meeting your wives and my grandchildren is my one remaining desire. I keep you all in my heart.

  With all my love,

  Mama

  Liam swallowed a lump in his throat, blinking back tears as he read about the details of his father’s funeral. The pain of his father’s loss was nearly overwhelming.

  Liam read the letter once more before folding it carefully and laying it on the bedside table. He stared unseeing at the ceiling as memories of his parents and his childhood home swam through his mind. In the morning, he would have to tell his brothers the sad news.

  Liam heaved a heavy sigh. He would go to fetch his mother from Kentucky. It made sense. He was the only one without a wife and child tying him down. He knew the journey, especially round trip, would be long and arduous, but he wouldn’t leave his mother to find her own way.

  Perhaps the journey was just what he needed. Maybe it would ease his restlessness, distract him from his loneliness. One thing was certain, he needed a change.