“Thanks, Levi,” I say and find Isabel looking up at me.
Her lips quiver as she speaks, “I’m glad you made it through that. I thought my heart was going to fly out of my chest when the gunshot woke me. I wish you had a less dangerous job.”
“This is the west, darlin’ it matters not what job you have, someone can make danger in an instant. You’ll get used to it.” I walk in the door she left wide open when she ran out.
Her arms run around my neck and she buries her face in my neck. “No I will not. I will never get used to seeing the man I love in danger. Not ever, Adam.”
“I will never tire of hearing you say those sweet words to me.” Back to the bed I take her and place her gently on it.
The hem of her night dress I take in my hands and pull it up over her head. She didn’t bother to pull on her underpants before putting it on. She ran out to see about me.
I run my hand over her naked stomach and down the inside of her thigh. She smiles as she sees what I’m thinking. “There was no time to get them on, Adam. I heard the gunshot, and I was lucky to pull the night dress over my head before I ran out to find you.”
I laugh as I picture the young woman running naked down the street. “You are a spitfire, Isabel!”
She leans up and unbuttons my shirt. “And don’t you forget that, my dear husband.”
I drop my pants as she finishes taking my shirt off and climb into bed with her. “I don’t think you’ll make it easy for me to forget.”
I lie back as she climbs on top of me, sliding down on my ready to please her dick. A light groan she makes, and she looks at me. I put my hands around her small waist and lift her up, helping her to stroke me.
The blue of her eyes captivates me as they twinkle. She leans down and whispers in my ear, “Tell me you love me, Adam.”
Running my hand over her hair, I take a handful and pull it back, making her look at me. Deeply I look into her eyes. “I love you, Isabel. I always will.”
She smiles and moves faster. “I love you, Adam.”
Her breasts bounce as she rides me and I take them in my hands, cupping them and stoking the hard nipples with my thumbs. Her eyes close and she runs her nails over my chest, leaving red streaks behind as she falls apart, squeezing my dick with the contractions.
I groan and flip her onto her back and pound into her as she continues to orgasm and writhe under me. Her nails create new red trails over my back and I moan with the sweet pain.
One of her legs I pull up as I ram into her deeper. Her breath is coming in deep waves and she moans as I feel her coming again. “My God, Adam!”
Plunging into her, I hold on as long as I possibly can. Her body milks me and I have to give in. I shoot into her as she pulses around me. “Baby, fuck!”
Her soft hands roam over my back. “Adam, I’m so happy you’re still here with me. Never leave me. Never! Promise me.”
Soft kisses I leave on her cheek. “Never, darlin’ I’ll never leave you. I promise.”
I roll off her and she quickly snuggles into my chest. Her arms around me hold me to her. I suppose she wants to keep a hold of me, make sure I stay with her.
She has absolutely nothing to worry about, I ain’t going nowhere!
ISABEL
Dust kicks up around my feet as I skip home. The hem of my pink dress tan with it. Up on the porch I go and shake the bottom of my dress to rid it of the dust. Adam whistles as he walks up and I turn to find him coming up the steps.
Strong arms lift me up and he carries me into our little cabin. “And just what has you is such a good mood, Mrs. Richton.”
I giggle as his fingers tickle me at my waist. My lips press to his neck in a kiss as he takes me inside, closing the door behind us. We’ve managed to get quite the reputation in the last couple of months. I meet him at the door after his shift and kiss him until he drags me into the house.
All the ladies need to know the man is mine. And now that’s about to be very obvious. He tosses me on our bed and I bounce. I get on my knees and grab his shirt collar, pulling him to me.
A long, deep kiss I place on his lips and his arms run around me. He pulls back with a dark desire in his eyes. “Coming home to you is Heaven, darlin’ you have no idea.”
“I have a little idea,” I say. I hold his face in my hands and look him over. High cheek bones and a straight nose.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a chuckle. “You seem to be checking out every little aspect of me.”
“I am.” I say and run my hands through his thick hair. “You have nice, thick hair and very nice bone structure.”
“Why thank you,” he says with a grin. “And you have lovely hair yourself.” His hands run over my bottom. “And a wonderfully rounded ass.”
I giggle. “I wasn’t exactly looking at you in that way. More like what features of yours might dominate mine. I think your bone structure might do that.”
“Dominate?” he asks with a frown. “And why are you thinking about that?”
I shrug and smile. “Only because we are going to have a baby and I was wondering who it might favor the most. I think it will be you.”
“A baby?” I’m tossed into the air before I know it and he’s laughing like a maniac.
It seems I’ve made him happy and I couldn’t be any happier myself.
The End
Love Can’t Wait
A Mail Order Bride Historical Romance
Introduction:
Living in with a rich family does not mean living the life of a rich person. Young sweet Gretchen Mollie is half-starved and overworked as the nanny to the Finaker family, one of the wealthiest in Wichita. Little did she know that help was on its way. Rafe and Donovan McElroy just happen to be in the right place at the right time, when Gretchen makes her escape. Hoping to get lucky in love, Rafe travels from Dodge to Wichita looking for the long sister of someone they know. The person they’ve come looking for just might be Gretchen after all. And Rafe claims her for his own. But it’s Donny she wants and who wants her. They find a connection and a passion that comes before the bond of brothers, and becomes one of man and wife. Will the McElroy’s respect that true love can’t wait even when it comes so fast? And will Gretchen find out who she really is?
Chapter One
Being an au pair on the inside of a rich family’s house was nothing like what it appeared it might be from the outside. At the moment, Gretchen Mollie thought she would pass out from lack of water, only having meal and kitchen privileges on a limited basis.
She thought for sure living in the sprawling mansion of a rich upper class family had to be better than living in her ‘uncle’s’ home; he was no uncle. Gretchen had a sister once. But that was so long ago. . .
It was tough to form alliances with the staff since she didn’t speak their language. Gretchen’s kin were born and bred in Kansas but the servants in the Finaker household spoke in weird foreign tongues. She didn’t understand a lick of it.
It didn’t help much that the three children she was hired to look after were spoilt to the hilt. Her shins were marbled with the bruises from their kicks and punches. As for now, Little Rose would not let up with her whining. Gretchen felt her belly to see if it was tight. To see if that was it. She was about to load them up for a walk when Rose said the magic words.
“I’m thirsty,” she announced.
Gretchen was never so glad to hear her say that. She took the little one firmly by the hand, leading the other two straight to the kitchen. She fetched the children water and snuck gulps for herself. She downed two big tins before she was interrupted by the throat-clearing of a much bigger adult behind her.
“What do you think you’re doing?” demanded Sewell Finaker.
He was a man with way too much money who never seemed to do much of anything to earn it.
“I am making sure we all have plenty of water before we go out to get some fresh air,” she replied.
But Gretchen was in peril of losin
g that much needed water, from both ends. Sewell Finaker made her way too nervous. He was always leering. She could feel him watching when he wasn’t even there.
She heard monstrous tales of his caning the help -- and worse. Sewell Jr. was said to be the product of a tryst he had with a kitchen maid. That was also the reason Gretchen believed access to the kitchen was so restricted. The kitchen maid’s quarters were right off the buttery. Sewell Finaker wanted no one to hear him when he had his way with whomever.
Now he was standing way too close to her pressing his portliness into her heaving bosom. She tried to get hold of herself but her breath did as it pleased. It rose and fell taking her curvaceous chest with it. Finaker’s eyes were fixed on it at the moment.
“Take the children for their constitution,” he snapped. “But know this is not the end of it. We shall resume this matter on your return. Think on that while you’re gone.”
Sewell Finaker smiled a sickly smile. Gretchen’s stomach clutched as his eyelids fluttered. He was perverse. She would go to Mrs. Finaker after she took the children for a walk and plead her situation.
And that was Gretchen’s mistake.
Lois Finaker’s face gathered in amusement as Gretchen informed of the water drinking. Little did Gretchen know that Sewell was behind her, listening all the while.
“You heard?” asked Lois with wicked glee.
“I did,” replied Sewell, licking his lips.
“I’ll make myself scarce,” she said, fanning her fingertips beneath the rolls of his chin.
Sewell shoved Gretchen forward over Lois’s desk and walloped her with a riding crop. He threw her skirts over backside and beat her until her knees buckled. When he was finished she practically crawled to her room.
A brave maid snuck into her room and helped her some. She placed a torn piece of newspaper into Gretchen’s palm and folded her fingers around it while she held Gretchen’s hand in both of hers.
Once the maid left her room, Gretchen opened her hand and read the paper. It was from the Matrimonial News. Mail Order Brides. The maid couldn’t understand her and she couldn’t understand the maid but Gretchen understood this. The maid was suggesting Gretchen find herself a husband and leave.
But how? Gretchen worked in exchange for room and board. She had nothing to her name except one change of clothes and a single box of treasures. She studied and studied the torn newsprint. She would steal away to the newspaper office to place an ad. She had no idea how much it would cost. Or really how to start. But that would be the first thing she would do.
Gretchen locked her door and gathered up her special box simply for comfort, and she climb out of her bedroom window. She ran like anything to the business sector to set things in motion. She was so terrified of what would happen to her if she were caught, not that it was against any contract that she be allowed to leave. There would be consequences nonetheless. She was so frightened someone would see her.
Gretchen just about reached the door of the newspaper office when two men, both tall with sandy colored hair that wisped about their faces and cowboy hats emerged from the post office.
“You there,” called one.
This was it. Gretchen would be taken back to the Finakers and dealt with again. She pretended she didn’t hear him.
“Hey now,” he insisted as he caught her by the elbow.
Gretchen’s face was wet with tears. She must have looked utterly desperate when she regarded him.
“You alright miss? You look to be in some kind of trouble,” he said.
He tipped his hat.
“Rafe McElroy. This here is my brother Donovan. Donny,” he said.
Donny tipped his hat.
“Please do call me Donny, miss,” said Donny. “Donovan sounds a little too suit and tie for me.”
They were just about two of the prettiest human beings Gretchen had ever saw. They were a sight for sore eyes but she was in a hurry.
“Pleased to meet you,” she said rapidly with a half-hearted curtsy. “Gretchen Mollie.”
“Oh,” slumped Rafe. “You ain’t her.”
“Ain’t her who?” she asked in total frustration.
“We come to Wichita to find the sister of our sister-in-law. From these parts. Her ma and pa died. Lived with an uncle before they were shipped to an orphanage or some such. Do you know anyone who fits that description?” he gave a little laugh as though it were a lost cause.
“What do you need her for?” Gretchen asked half crazed. “She done something wrong?”
“Well no, I was hoping to marry her,” said Rafe. “Take her back home. We’re from Dodge.”
Dodge. Gretchen heard one or two things about Dodge. None of it good. But she didn’t want to stay where she was. She wasn’t about to get beaten again and she wasn’t about to become the mistress of the disgusting Sewell Finaker.
“Mister. I don’t know her but I am looking to leave Wichita as fast as I can. If I could hitch a ride with you I would be much obliged,” she pleaded.
She clutched her treasure box and searched the ground. She could hardly look at either of them. One of them helped her out. Donny lifted her chin with his rough finger tips gently.
“Miss we took the stage out here. We didn’t ride. I’ll take you where you want to go. I’ll front you the ticket and --”
Filled with incredibly relief and disbelief that her fortune would be so good, Gretchen became animated.
“I’ll find work as soon as I get there and pay you back!” she promised, all smiles.
“Shall we go and get your things from wherever you’re living at now?” he asked, becoming excited himself.
“No I am ready to go now,” she said.
In addition to her treasure box Gretchen still gripped the paper in her palm. Donny pulled back her fingers easily to investigate what it was.
“Mail order bride,” he said. “Are you one of them?”
“I was aiming to be,” she said suddenly feeling like she had lied to him.
“That’s fine Gretchen Mollie,” he said. “I just so happened to be in the market for a wife.”
“Donovan McElroy,” scolded Rafe.
“Well why not? You and Mac the only McElroy’s who can tie the knot?” he asked.
“Well it’s a little on the fly,” he remarked.
“How well did Mac know Merla before he got hitched?” asked Donny.
She took a second to process fully what he said.
“Wait. What name did you use?” she asked.
She began shaking. It plain could not be.
“I think I need to sit,” she said.
“You know someone by the name of Merla?” Donny asked like she had seen a ghost.
“Might have,” she replied, holding herself.
Gretchen told herself she was not going to cry.
Gretchen explained. “I am a nanny for children for a family by the name of Finaker. Been there since before those kids were born. I am not really too much older though you would never know it by the way I feel. Anyway, I had a little sister. Don’t know anything more than that. ‘Kept her name was Merla.”
“Aw, sorry miss,” said Rafe. “I am going to have to challenge you on this. This would be too small a world for that to happen.”
“I don’t know for sure if who I am, mister,” said Gretchen on the verge of raising her voice. “I do know my employer beat me today for taking a drink of water. I figure this was my chance to get away, you know. Leave.”
“You got no other kin here?” Rafe asked.
“None. Your sister in law, whether she’s kin to me or not, and I do have something in common in that I was once the ward of an uncle of sorts before he sold me out to this family. I don’t think I can face another day living there. I am not being funny. I mean it for true,” she said.
“Well I believe you,” said Donny. “Rafe?”
“Well if this is Merla’s sister, said Rafe, “she’s mine.”
Chapter Two
“So m
uch for my idea to going to find a preacher and marry this woman,” said Donny
“I don’t want to start nothing between the two of you but I do have to leave town,” she said. “I can’t prove one way or the other who I am to you. But I do have to get going. If you don’t want to marry me, I’ll be about my business.”
“She does kind of favor Merla some,” Donny said.
He kicked the ground.
“And I liked her too,” he said.
“I reckon we can take her home,” said Rafe. “Sort it out. If she’s not Merla’s kin, we can always come back.”
“I am only going one way,” said Gretchen. “I am afraid if my employer sees me in town he’ll want me to come home. I have to make scarce.”
“No ma’am. Your employer’s not going to bother you ever again. He will have to deal with the McElroy brothers,” said Donny.
The brothers bought a ticket for Gretchen for the next stage to Dodge. They were packed and ready and the three of them departed within hours. After they fed Gretchen. She was so hungry she had to ask them to buy her something to eat. They carried it in the stage. Gretchen gobbled greedily.
“Well so much for making that last the trip. You poor thing,” said Donny. “I have a mind to go back find the folks who kept you. Beat them myself.”
“Yes sir,” said Rafe.
There were worse things in life than to be escorted from the dungeon-like existence that Gretchen had just
It was very easy to see that the two men were related. They both had the same twinkling dimples. They had a tendency to raise their eyebrows when they were surprised or found what they heard amusing.
But Gretchen found Donny just a little bit more something. She was more than a little glad that she had gotten a ride from them. She couldn’t have asked for a safer escort. But if she had to choose, it would be Donny.
When Gretchen walked into front door of the home on McElroy Bend she was met with a tiny but fierce little bit of a woman named Fiona. The faintest brogue touched her words. Gretchen could not tell if she was the friendly sort or not. The brothers clearly loved her but she didn’t crack the least little bit of a smile.
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