MC Romance: Gravel A Motorcycle Bad Boy Obsession (Untamed Rider Forbidden Temptation Book 1)

by Brittany Dreams

  “Oh yes ma’am,” he said slipping his arm around the small of her back. “It’s called honeymooning. And I am aim to do a lot of it with you.”

  He traced an X across his chest.

  “Cross my heart,” he said.

  Faye was rushed from head to toe with passion for him. She could barely open her eyes to look at him. To think.

  “Yes, Mr. McElroy,” she said. “I will marry you today.”

  “It’s on!” he shouted.

  Chapter Five

  Jake’s declaration was like lightening that split the sky. For at the moment he shouted, in walked the Marshall and Fiona McElroy. She was a tiny, mighty woman. The family resemblance was clear. Though she was the mother of a brood of boys raised in the Kansas prairie, Fiona McElroy was still a beautiful woman.

  And one who was not given to smile. But after the drama that Faye had endured, she was not about to be shaken by her soon-to-be mother in law. They locked eyes immediately, assessing one another.

  “Is this she?” asked Fiona to Jake.

  “Yes ma,” he replied.

  All eyes were on Fiona hoping for a blessing.

  “She might be closer to my age than yours,” Fiona muttered.

  Faye gasped. A woman was the last place she expected to find criticism about her age, though she was not yet thirty. It was soul breaking. Faye caved in to impulse.

  “It’s off,” she declared.

  Faye gathered her skirts and marched towards the stairs.

  “Oh no you don’t,” said Jake.

  He hustled, heading her off at the foot of the stairs. He stooped and scooped her up over his shoulder.

  “Mama,” he ordered. “This here is the mother of your future grandchildren. You take that back.”

  Faye kicked and hollered to no good while Fiona was reluctant to answer.

  “Fiona,” scolded the Marshall in a steely tone.

  “Alright,” she said finally. “I regret my words.”

  It was not a convincing apology but one none the less.

  “Donny and or Rafe. Run ahead and alert preacher there’s a wedding a coming,” said Jake.

  With Faye over his shoulder he walked out to Main Street. The church was just at the town proper, a few blocks over.

  “Jake McElroy you are not hauling me down to the alter this way!” Faye protested.

  Though in truth, Faye was relishing every second. She had been years without physical contact from another human being. She had been forever without man’s love. Her husband who preferred the company of her brother, was unable to consummate their marriage.

  To be draped over Jake McElroy’s magnificent form was like dessert to her body. It warmed and delighted her.

  “I do in deed intend to haul you to the alter this way. And I will haul you to Dodge House for our honeymoon as well. That is unless you are of a mind to walk hand in hand to the church?”

  It was hard to give up her sweet position over his shoulder, but Faye agreed. He lowered her gently to her feet. The two gazed into one another’s eyes, entranced by the intoxicating effect they had on one another.

  Jake offered her his arm and she took it. Together they led the rest of his family towards the church.

  Chapter Five

  The preacher had not risen. The family situated themselves in the pews of the chapel waiting for him to dress. He looked sorely hung-over as he approached the pulpit. Jake and Faye stood before it. Mac was Jake’s best man and Merla, his wife was a witness for Faye.

  After the ceremony, the family went en masse to Delmonico’s for a wedding meal before departing back home to McElroy’s Bend. All but Jake and Faye. When they were alone at last in Faye’s hotel room – their hotel room- they sat on the bed, holding hands. It was lovely and thrilling holding his hand.

  “Well Mrs. McElroy,” he began. “I know from your letters you were married before and so you know, well.”

  It was so sweet to see him be so shy and bashful with her.

  “I know we only just met and under topsy turvy circumstances but I meant every word of my vows. I aim to love and honor you. I meant that from the bottom of my heart,” he said.

  “That is the best wedding gift a wife hope to have,” Faye replied. “It is true I was a married woman. And I was true to my vows in that marriage as I will be in this. Alas, this will be my first true wedding night.”

  A fierce blush overtook Faye. She could not lift her head to look at him.

  “I don’t take your meaning sweet,” he said.

  A sudden rush of emotion overtook Faye as she did not want to lie to her new mate. That her first husband had ditched her to make a life with her own brother.

  “I feel I must tell you something that I should have maybe told you before we did say our vows,” she began, tears dropping from her eyes.

  His body tensed like he didn’t like the sound of what she was saying.

  “Lorkan Furlong referred the company of gentlemen,” she said. “He courted me and endeared himself to me. But he played me false. It was only to be close to my brother, Patrick. He and I never lay together as man and wife. I waited him for years and that part of our marriage was never to come to be. He and my brother disappeared. They were legally declared dead and I a widow.”

  She wiped the tears from her cheeks as fast as she could. Humiliation and fear that he might think she lied to him in some way filled her chest.

  “Well you have just had about enough of folks not being straight with you,” he said sympathetically.

  Faye could not read the smile that washed his face. She was confused.

  Jake kissed the top of her forehead. Then the bridge of her nose, graduating to her lips. His mouth was so warm, his kiss so powerful. While her dream paled in comparison, it did wonderfully foretell how delicious their chemistry would be.

  Faye was drunk on the effect of him. He was so tall, so rugged and masculine. She felt so secure and safe in his arms. He made her feel like such a woman. He helped her off with his dress, his mouth trailing the side of her neck as he did.

  Her neck was so sensitive to his lips that her cries burst out of her. She touched her fingers to her mouth, self-conscious.

  “That’s okay sweetheart,” he said. “That’s a good thing.”

  He took her mouth as he laid her back. This sweet man that Faye married was gentle and slow. His hands traced over her skin with the lightest touch. She shivered as they glided over the soft curve of her breast. His fingers were as rough as she was delicate. It was an erotic contrast.

  Jake buried his face in the base of her neck. His kissed her breast bone and sought the pointed tip of her nipple. Faye arched off of the bed, gasping with sheer pleasure. He growled with satisfaction.

  With the tip of his hot, wet, tongue, he flicked her captured flesh, punishing it with sugared torture. She clenched her legs together, she suddenly ached for him so. While his lips searched her body, finding the soft, pliant flesh of her belly, his hands parted her thighs.

  His tongue circled her navel and magically her legs spread for him. She clutched his thick, tousled hair, bracing herself as she realized where his mouth was to go next. With warm, large hands, he cupped her buttocks and lowered himself between her legs.

  The feel of his tongue her spread liquid heat throughout her belly. Her channel clutched involuntarily as he delved into her. With fingers and mouth, Jake brought her to life. Faye’s hips lifted, rocking back and forth as though they were begging, seeking.

  “Oh my goodness,” she gasped.

  Wetness flowed from her body as his tongue slipped into her. She was half out of her mind, pumping her hips and moaning. Finally he rose above her, a faint smile bending his mouth.

  He sat back on his knees and peeled off his clothing. The reveal was spectacular. Jake McElroy’s body was like that of a god’s. He was smooth and hard at the same time. There was not an ounce of fat on his perfectly proportionate frame. His arms rippled with power.

  He dropped to a p
ush up position over her, suspending his upper body and leaning down to kiss her. Of all the naughty exploring he did, kissing melted her the most.

  Instinctively, Faye raised her legs up and around his hips, pulling him towards him. As soon as she felt the soft head of his erection against her thigh, she halted. She was nervous.

  “Shh, shh,” he assured intuitively.

  He reached between them and entered her, just some. Faye’s body stiffened. Jake waited so patiently. But at one point he dropped his head like he was in agony. Faye closed her eyes and pushed upward with her hips. He was inside of her fully. The pain was nothing like she thought it would be. When she was told “it hurt” it did not prepare her for the shooting pain that filled her now.

  But they both waited and it passed. The more he kissed her, it went further away. In no time, they were back to where they were, swimming in passion. Jake moved.

  He pumped in and out of her in a slow motion while locked on her in a never ending kiss. Faye made soft kitten-like noises against his lips. Her breasts softly bobbed with the action of his motion.

  After some time, Jake turned her to the side, pumping into her not quite from behind. Faye quickly learned that the shift pressure and angles added pleasure for her. Probably for him too.

  Finally, he lifted her thigh and reached in between. Even as her knees levered, the sweetness increased. He pressed his thumb where their bodies joined. Combined with his stroking motion, pressure built up in her belly. She thought she would come undone.

  It was a strange thing that she needed relief and yet she wanted more. It was so hard to maintain a grip on reality. She shifted her hips just the slightest and tumbled into a well of pure bliss.

  Luscious spasms rolled throughout her body from so deep within her. Everything ripped. Her channel. Her belly. They washed through her making her nipples hard all over again. Flushing her skin.

  Jake seemed to remain clear headed. His stroking remained steady. As her pleasure passed, Faye again could move. She cocked her knees, dragging out the incredible pleasured waves.

  He liked that. So Faye did more. In fact she figured out that the more she moved and delighted in their joining, the more pleasure he got. She hammed it up just slightly how aroused she was.

  Jake’s body stiffened. He looked to the ceiling and came undone much like she had. She almost felt sorry for him, he wallowed so in ecstasy. At last he shifted to the side and slumped onto the mattress next to her.

  His limbs remained draped over her, protectively. They were not heavy or uncomfortable. In fact they felt so comfortable on her. Faye soaked up his affectionate touchy nature like a sponge. She realized her hand lingered on his hip. She withdrew it. He put it back.

  She caught him staring at her. She could not help but smile.

  “What?” she asked like a school girl.

  “You are so beautiful,” he remarked.

  Faye studied him. She considered herself now a master at detective people putting her on. It did not feel like her husband was putting her on. She didn’t have the nerve to tell him how handsome she thought he was. Faye had this ridiculous fear that all of this was going to go away.

  “Jake,” she said suddenly seized by nerves.

  “Yes,” he replied sympathetically.

  He stroked her hair.

  “I told you that the court declared Lorkan Furlong dead. What if he isn’t?” she asked. “Can I be unmarried to you?”

  He raised his eyebrows. He obviously could not have known what was in her heart.

  “No one is unmarrying you,” he said with a laugh. “Not as long as I have something to say about it. You said they disappeared? They could very well be dead. It’s sad to say that met an unfriendly end, but people don’t cotton to that kind of behavior. Two men living like man and wife, riles folks.”

  It did rile people at that. The judge bristled when Faye’s lawyer spoke privately to him in chambers. But then he chastised Faye in public. He said that if she had been a better wife, he might not have strayed. While the courtroom took the judge to mean wander off and not come back, Faye knew he meant become involved with her brother.

  After listening to her tell it, Jack drew her into his very warm body.

  “Mrs. McElroy,” he said. “I can tell you, knowing as you do,” he kissed her lazily. “Knowing you as I have, the fault was not yours.”

  There was something deliciously wicked in the way he said that.

  “So you don’t think I am too old then?” she asked.

  “You’re new to me,” he teased.

  “I am serious. Lorkan said I was too old to have children and so I –“ she began.

  But he cut her off, ever so gently but firmly, touching his fingers to her lips.

  “Mrs. McElroy, Lorkan Furlong left you and he’s not coming back. And I did not marry Lorkan Furlong. So his opinions have no place in my marriage and certainly not in my bed,” he admonished.

  His scolding stung a little bit. Faye realized she was still very sensitive to the subject. His arm warmly snaked beneath her waist and cupped her hip.

  “So tell me again before I so rudely interrupted you. What do you think you are too old for?” he asked.

  She could not say it without tears. She had stopped dreaming long ago.

  “For a baby,” she answered.

  He smiled a deep, warm smile.

  “Well I don’t have the answer for that. I know ma had her last when she was older than you or I. Mrs. Davies about five miles over was past forty when she delivered a perfectly healthy baby. But there is one way to find out. We can ask Doc. Shall we dress? And see him on our way out?”

  “To where?” she asked.

  “Home Mrs. McElroy. Home,” he said.

  Chapter Six

  Faye and Jake packed up her things and got ready to check out of the Dodge House hotel.

  “Do you think this will make a funny story one day?” asked Faye.

  “What’s that?” asked Jake.

  “That we called on the doctor during our honeymoon?” asked Faye.

  “Our honeymoon is still writing itself. That would be about the only thing I think we could tell our children about it,” he said with honeyed voice.

  Faye didn’t think it was still possible for her to blush so hard. It disabled her. She bumped into her husband who took great delight in her condition.

  “I am not sure we’ll give up this hotel room just yet,” he murmured into her hair.

  The doctor was an amiable fellow calmed Faye’s fears immediately.

  “I’d like to horsewhip the person the person that puts the notion of age into our minds,” the doctor ranted.

  “That would be ma,” said Jake with a slight grin.

  “Don’t get me started on that woman,” said the doctor. “And don’t you go telling her I said so. Mrs. McElroy, you are in fine health. I see no reason in the world while you can’t have a normal, healthy baby. If you run into any troubles, come back and see me. Until then congratulations to the both of you.”

  “Well now,” said Jake as they left the doctor’s office. “I kind of worked up an appetite. Can I take you for one more meal on the town?”

  Actually Faye was quite hungry. Her stomach gurgle. The rigorous romp in the marital bed and the relief from the doctor made her appetite bloom, despite the large breakfast. On the way to Delmonico’s, they passed the Longbranch Saloon.

  “You ever been in there?” she asked her husband devilishly.

  “Why Faye McElroy, I believe you would find it excitin’ if I said yes,” he grinned.

  His eyes took on a smoky glaze. His expression was exactly the same as when he was above her, driving into her.

  “I might at that,” she said. “No dodgin’ the question.”

  “I have of course,” he said. “Me and my brothers have got plenty tore up now and again. Of course that was before we were settled and married.”

  “I see,” she said, wiggling to and fro. “So a married fella an
d his gal cannot go into the Longbranch?”

  “Well they can, especially if its their honeymoon and a man’s beautiful wife is feeling mischief,” he said with a tilt of his head.

  “I just want to see what it is like and that’ll be the extent of it,” she said.

  Jake offered his arm to her and they stepped inside. It wasn’t all that exciting after all. Men mostly for customers and half-dressed saloon girls sitting as close to them as they possibly could go.

  “Have you seen enough?” he asked.

  Faye just happened to look past Jake’s shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin. There beyond him was Lorkan Furlong with Faye’s lawyer who looked as though he had been beaten. Lorkan locked eyes with her with the look of murder.

  “What the blazes?” asked Jake with amused confusion.

  But when then he followed her eyes and looked behind him. He saw Lorkan glaring at Faye.

  “Can I help you, mister?” he asked Lorkan.

  “Help me?” asked Lorkan sarcastically. “I suppose I should thank you for taking care of my wife.”

  “Come again?” asked Jake.

  He staggered as though Lorkan had knocked the wind out of his sails.

  “My wife, Faye. I understand you Faye have gone and had me declared dead. What do they say, Murphy’s Law is the strongest law in the universe? Soon as you go and declare me dead, I come home,” said Lorkan. “What do you know?”

  “What does this mean?” Faye asked the lawyer.

  The lawyer was grey. Positively ashen. He didn’t look like he was in any shape to answer questions.

  “You better go over and see Doc,” Faye told him.

  “Yeah lets-” said Jake.

  Lorkan pulled his gun and everyone froze.

  “Your concern for him is touching. I only wish you had showed me the same love and care,” Lorkan with hate in his eye. “I understand you said some unfavorable things about me Faye. We need to go back home and set the record straight.”

  “My wife ain’t going anywhere,” said Jake with a wicked smile.

  “Mister you got a gun pointed at you,” Lorkan thrust the gun in towards Jake and Faye backing them up.