My Capricious Cowgirl (Willamette Wives Book 4)

by Maggie Ryan

  "I know, isn't it wonderful?" Anna said. "All right, Sally. You are now an official member of our club. Spill."

  "Feel free to start with that rather cryptic statement you made earlier," Charity suggested.

  Sally shook her head, not in denial but in wonder at how quickly these four women had made her feel as if they'd been friends for years rather than days. She ran through the events of the day and then paused. "Um, while I'm very glad that nothing worse happened than King getting scratched, I'm not too sure I'll be able to say the same tomorrow."

  "I'd think not," Teresa said. "I haven't been married all that long, but I promise, if it were Roger, I'd not be sitting here… at least not comfortably."

  The other three nodded and Sally took a chance. "Does that mean… well, are you saying that Matthew isn't the only man who believes that a lesson is better learned when imprinted upon your backside?"

  "I knew it!" Anna said.

  "Knew what?" Sally asked, not considering the statement an answer to her question.

  "Knew that Matthew was the sort of man who believed in spanking. He reminds me of Richard in a lot of ways, and yet Wyatt in others. Oh, and to answer your question, who here is well acquainted with the need for thick pillows?"

  Every hand lifted and every woman laughed. "You are definitely not alone," Charity said. "We all can sympathize but, well, this time I have to say, I'm surprised you aren't sitting on a tender butt already."

  "Well, we really didn't have time and um, everyone was around," Sally said. "Or maybe Matthew has decided he's so grateful that I'm all right that he's changed his mind? After all, as Agatha said, he hasn't stopped smiling. Maybe Davy talked him out of um… punishing his ma?"

  All the women burst out laughing. "Oh, honey, I wouldn't hold out much hope," Agatha said. "Even though it took Wyatt a while to finally spank me, believe me, once he turned me over his lap that first time, he made up for lost time."

  "That's what I'm afraid of and, well, this won't be the first time." That statement brought on another explanation, though Sally left out all the really intimate details.

  "Well, then I think it's safe to say you'll not be given leniency," Charity said.

  "I agree, but, maybe we can help," Agatha said.

  "Really?"

  Agatha laughed and patted Sally's hand. "Not to change his mind but, Anna, I still have Miss Mabel's pillow. I do believe it is time to pass it on?"

  "Absolutely," Anna said, jumping up to retrieve the pillow from the bedroom where Agatha said she'd put it.

  "I haven't needed it for my bottom, but I do use it to prop my feet up sometimes."

  "Oh, no, I can't take it," Sally said.

  "Sure you can. I've got more pillows but trust me, this one is special," Agatha insisted.

  Anna told the story of how she'd come into possession of the large, super thick pillow.

  "So once you're sitting on it, you can think of us and know that while we aren't there in person, we are definitely there in spirit," Charity said with a grin.

  "I'll do that but I'm still holding out hope. Davy can be very persuasive and Matthew dotes on him so."

  "It's so great that Davy found his voice," Anna said, "but I wouldn't count on it. I've yet to find anyone able to change Richard's mind once he's decided to spank me. Have ya'll?"

  Every head shook and Sally gave a mock groan. But despite her words, she was pretty sure Matthew was indeed going to spank her, and yet her heart felt lighter as this incredible group of women shared their lives, their love of their husbands and each other with her.

  Loud stomping alerted them to the men's return, and Anna rolled her eyes. "They sure didn't give us very much time," she said.

  "I know, but you have to admit, it's pretty sweet that they warn us they're coming," Charity said, going to the door and lifting the latch. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were the men."

  "They're right behind me," Catherine said, entering the cabin.

  "Ma? What's wrong?" Agatha said, rising to her feet.

  "Nothing, honey. Just stopped in for a quick visit. I heard there was cake?"

  The five women looked at one another as the cabin begin to fill. Ben and Barbara entered, followed by Samuel and Beatrice Franklin, Timothy with them, as well. Harriet and Robert came next, and only then did Richard, James, Wyatt and Roger enter.

  "It's only a small cake," Charity whispered, though no one seemed to hear.

  "Where's Matthew?" Anna asked.

  "Coming," Roger answered.

  "What's going on?" Agatha asked.

  "Shh," Wyatt said, taking her chair and pulling her down onto his lap.

  All eyes turned towards the door to see Davy standing next to Matthew, their hands clasped, and Davy's other hand clutching a bouquet of wildflowers. Sally's heart caught in her throat as the pair looked at each other.

  "Ready, buddy?" Matthew asked.

  "Yes, sir," Davy answered.

  The two walked to where Sally was sitting and together, they went down on one knee.

  "Sally, I love you. You have stolen my heart and soul. You have given me hope, and even though you scared the beejesus out of me today with that bear, you've given me a sense of peace that I've never known. I can't imagine spending a single moment without you by my side. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

  "Yes, Ma, marry us. I already said yes," Davy said.

  Sally's hands were shaking as she reached out to place them on Matthew and Davy's cheeks, tears streaming down her face. "I guess I have no choice," she said. "After all, you've already won my son's heart. Yes, yes, yes!"

  Once again, Matthew was almost bowled over as she threw herself at them, all three winding up on the floor in a pile of arms and legs. The room filled with a thunderous applause.

  "Come on in, Isiah," Matthew called, "she said yes!"

  "Congratulations," Isiah Jorgensen said, stepping into the room.

  "Oh my gosh, we're having a wedding!" Anna said as Matthew stood, pulling his bride to her feet, Davy following, finally passing the bridal bouquet to his ma.

  The couple exchanged their vows, everyone around them disappearing as they looked only into each other's eyes. When Matthew bent to cup Sally's face in his hands, kissing her so very softly, she could see the tears on his cheeks. Love filled her to the point of bursting when he moved back, only to draw Davy between them.

  "My family," he said softly.

  "Our family," Sally said, her throat constricting.

  "Can we have cake now?" Davy asked.

  "It's only a small cake!" Charity moaned, burying her face in James' shirt. "I didn't know!"

  "Catherine did," Benjamin said.

  "I'll get it, Pa," Barbara said.

  As everyone crowded around the newlyweds, Timothy and Barbara brought in a large, three-layer cake.

  "I told her how to decorate it," Davy said proudly, when Matthew drew Sally towards the table. Red gumdrops formed a shape of a heart on the top, with two green ones in the center of the design.

  "Oh, Davy, it's beautiful," Sally said.

  Davy accepted her hug and when Matthew plucked the green candy from the cake, Davy reached for the other. Together they popped them into their mouths in the exact moment when Hope said, "Wed!"

  ***

  "Thank you," Matthew said, shaking Isiah's hand. "I can't tell you how much it means to me that you agreed to come out on a moment's notice."

  "Son, you don't have to tell me. I've got eyes, and can see the love you have for Sally and that little boy. God bless you all."

  Matthew and Sally thanked everyone for coming. They stood together on the porch, waving until the last wagon disappeared.

  "I feel like I'm dreaming," Sally said.

  "If you are, I hope we never wake up," Matthew said, bending to kiss her again. "Ready to go home?"

  "Yes, but I'm afraid it isn't much," Sally said.

  "I don't need much," Matthew said. "All I need is you."

  After another k
iss that had her heart pounding, she said, "I-I'll get Davy."

  "Oh, he's spending the night with Roger and Teresa," Matthew said.

  "He is?"

  "Yes. He's going to school tomorrow with Teresa and she'll bring him home. I'm not sure if he agreed because it's our wedding night, or because she reminded him that he could ring the bell. Whichever it was, we have tonight and all day tomorrow for our honeymoon."

  Sally smiled and they entered the cabin to tell Davy good night, thanking everyone again. When the women threatened to pull his bride away into yet another session of hugs and kisses, Matthew shook his head, stooped down and swooped Sally off her feet.

  "Wait," Davy called, pulling something from his pocket, handing it up to his mother.

  "What's this?" she asked, taking the brown bag.

  "Something to make you… um, feel better," Davy said.

  "That's nice, son," Matthew said, "but that money was for you."

  "That's all right, I still have some candy."

  "Thank you. I love you, little man." She opened the bag and gave a gasp, her cheeks flushing bright pink. Matthew peeked into the bag and barked out a laugh, turning and walking out the door to the sound of women calling, "Wait, what's in the bag?"

  Sally buried her face in Matthew's neck. "Oh God, what little boy buys his mom a jar of lotion?"

  "A little boy who knows his ma didn't mind," Matthew said, continuing to laugh heartily while she just groaned.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sally smiled as Matthew reached up, his hands sliding around her waist as he lifted her off Ranger. This man, this wonderful man, was her husband. She was Mrs. Sally Stone. She gasped as he slid her slowly down his body, her breasts pressing against his chest as his head lowered, his lips locking onto hers. When he finally released her mouth, she leaned against him.

  "God, I love you so," she whispered, his heart pounding beneath her ear.

  "Good, because I meant what I said. You are my heart, my soul, my everything." He kissed her again and then untied Miss Mabel's pillow from behind his saddle and handed it to her with a grin that had her cheeks heating more. "I'll take care of the horses. You, wife, go on to the wagon. I want you naked by the time I'm done."

  "Oh," Sally said, her body beginning to tingle.

  "That's yes, sir," he said, reaching behind her to pop her bottom.

  The gesture reminded her of his promise and she blushed. "Yes, sir," she said, ducking beneath his arm, moving towards the wagon as he chuckled.

  Once at the wagon, she smiled. Climbing into the interior, she began to toss things out the back, hopping down again, knowing she had a few minutes as Matthew would certainly take the time to water and feed the horses. Hurrying, she spread out the mattress she'd pushed out of the wagon, layering quilts on top. Pillows followed, and only when she had made a bed out under the stars did she take a deep breath, giggling a bit as she looked around, her fingers on the buttons of her blouse.

  "Don't be silly," she scolded herself. "No one is out here watching."

  "Wrong."

  "Oh!" she squeaked as Matthew joined her.

  "Hmm, what part of naked didn't you understand?"

  "I-I thought you'd take longer. I wanted to surprise you," she said, gesturing towards the bed. "I thought… well, it's so nice out, and the stars are starting to twinkle…"

  Matthew grinned. "So they are but, young lady, I'd rather watch the moonlight on your naked body. Come here." Once she had, he began to remove the pins holding her hair, dropping each one to the ground. When her hair tumbled free, she moaned as he ran his fingers through her tresses.

  "Your hair reminds me of wheat," he said, lifting a curl to his lips. "Different shades of gold and brown, kissed by the sun." His fingers began to work the buttons of her blouse free of their holes. Sally felt her nipples tighten as the fabric loosened, his hands brushing the cloth from her shoulders as he removed her blouse, dropping it as well. Her skirt and petticoat soon joined the growing pile. "You are so beautiful," he said, bending to press his lips to her collarbone.

  When she reached for the buttons of his shirt, he shook his head. "Nope, this lesson is to teach you the definition, to show you what I expect when I say I want you naked," he said, running his hands down her sides.

  "I was going to undress," she said softly, giving another soft moan as his hands took the hem of her chemise, slowly lifting it as she raised her arms.

  "Maybe, but now it is my pleasure to do it for you," he said, tossing the chemise aside. She stood in only her bloomers, stockings and boots, her nipples puckering even tighter under his gaze and the cool night air.

  Kneeling, he removed her boots, her hands on his shoulders. Her stockings vanished and then he reached for the tie of her drawers. As they began to slide to her feet, she knew that they were already damp, her arousal having begun the moment she had pressed against him when they'd begun to ride.

  "Now that is what is known as naked," Matthew said.

  "Hmmm," she whispered. "I've heard that in order to prove one has truly learned a lesson, a demonstration is in order. My turn to learn how my husband looks naked." She reached for his buttons again. She followed his example, pushing the fabric from his shoulders, but deviated a bit as she stopped to run her palms across the plane of his chest.

  "God, you are the beautiful one," she said, bending forward to kiss the area over his heart, then flicking each of his nipples with her tongue, loving the fact that she could hear his quickly in-drawn breath at the action. When he lifted his hands, she shook her head. "Naughty boy, it's not your turn… it's mine." The sight of his lifted brow didn't cause her to regret her words, but did cause another drop of her arousal to slide down her thigh. She smiled, and when his shirt joined her clothing, she reached for the buckle of his holster. His hands moved again to stay hers but this time she nodded, allowing him to remove the gun belt, waiting as he set it carefully on the ground, noticing he placed it within reach of the bed she'd prepared.

  "Go on," he said with a grin when he stood before her again. She unfastened his fly, her lower lip trapped between her teeth, and her body began to coil as she reached inside to withdraw his erection, giving a soft moan of pleasure when it sprang free. Encircling it with her hand, she felt her sex spasming. Smiling, she too dropped to her knees, but didn't make a move to remove his boots. Instead, she looked up his body to meet his gaze.

  "Teach me," she said. "Show me how to pleasure you with my mouth like you pleasured me."

  His hand stroked her cheek as hers continued to stroke up and down his shaft. "Open your mouth." When she obeyed, he moved a bit closer. "Guide me inside and close your lips." She obeyed again, taking him inside, his cock jerking a bit as her tongue moved over it, a slippery substance coating its surface. "Good, so good," he said, "now suckle." Her cheeks hollowed as she followed his instructions, loving the fact that his fingers twisted in her hair but when he groaned, she instantly stopped, pulling away.

  "I didn't mean to hurt you…"

  "Sally, you didn't hurt me. You are pleasuring me."

  "I am? You… you groaned."

  "Darlin', I seem to recall you doing quite a bit of moaning and groaning when I was kissing your pussy."

  Heat flooded her cheeks as well as her sex at the memory of his lips, his tongue, filling her with desire to give him the same pleasure he'd given her that day in the glade. Bending forward, she took him into her mouth, her tongue again swiping over his cockhead, dipping into the small slit on the tip, drawing another, deeper groan from him.

  "Take more," he said, using pressure on her head to guide her down his shaft. "Lick, taste… God, yes, like that. Exactly like that."

  Sally suckled and nibbled further down his shaft, loving his sounds of pleasure before pulling away when his cock nudged the back of her throat.

  "One day you'll be able to take all of me, every inch of my cock as I fuck your sweet mouth. But, for now, lick up and down," he instructed, his voice definitely huskier
than it had been. She lifted his erection, taking long, slow licks up and down his length, swirling her tongue around again and again, licking up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, wondering what it would be like to swallow his entire length, to feel the curly hairs of his groin tickling her lips, his cockhead nestled in the column of her throat. She moaned at the vision, her nipples throbbing, more cream filling her sex. She took him into her mouth again, suckling, tasting.

  "Your hand… use it too."

  She obeyed, running her hand up and down as her tongue played and she suckled. He would occasionally go a bit too deep, but the moment she began to gag, he'd pull back—but she continued to push herself to take more. "I'm… I'm going to come," he said. "Pull off…"

  This order, she didn't obey. She tightened her lips, her fingers continuing to stroke. This was her pleasing the man she loved and she wanted to taste him, to know that she'd brought him to the ultimate release.

  "Sally… oh… God," he said, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling a little, but even that bit of pain did nothing but add to her arousal. He stiffened for a moment before his cock jerked and the first jet of his seed landed on her tongue. She barely had time to swallow before another and then another filled her mouth. It was salty and was unlike anything she'd ever tasted but she loved every drop, every pull of her hair, every moan she drew from him. When his seed stopped spurting, she used her tongue to make sure she'd received every drop, only releasing him when she was sure she'd taken all he had to offer.

  "What's that called, sir?" she asked.

  "Perfection," Matthew answered, pulling her to her feet and crushing her to his chest. "Absolute perfection." His mouth took hers, his tongue probing between her lips. The thought of him tasting himself as he had tasted her had her moaning, her nipples feeling as if they might burst at any moment. When he released her, he said, "This is called cheating, but right now, I really don't give a damn." With that, he pulled off his boots, throwing them over his shoulder, shucked his socks and then his pants.

  "Oh, I think I like cheating," Sally said, running her hands over his chest and down his abdomen. Lifting his cock, she felt it already stirring back to life. "Yes, I think I'll be cheating quite often."