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

by Brittany Dreams

  Josh drops me on the bed. “This is not our home. Just a temporary place until I finish our cabin outside of town. It’s just about done. I started on it when you answered my first letter.”

  I smile and pull the veil off. “You must have been pretty sure of yourself.”

  His fingers tickle my chin. “Always am, sweetheart.”

  He looks around and makes a little groan. “What?” I ask.

  “There’s no food in here. I asked Levi to get his wife to make us something but I guess he forgot to ask her.” He looks back at me with a frown.

  I get off the bed. “I can make something, Josh.”

  The cabinets I open to find them empty of food. There are cups and plates, just nothing to put in them. Josh moans again. “Damn! I’ll go get something. How about eggs and bacon? I know I can get that from the mercantile then tomorrow we can get the rest of the things we’ll need.”

  “That’ll be great,” I say. “I need to change out of this dress and get it put away. I should be done by the time you get back then I’ll make us something to eat.”

  I’m spun around and his lips land on mine as he presses his body against me, making me walk backwards until my back hits a wall. His tongue pushes past my lips and he runs it into my mouth. When he lets me out of his embrace I find I’m out of breath again.

  His green eyes twinkle. “I think I’m gonna like this marriage thing. I can kiss you whenever I want.”

  I laugh and bat at his broad chest. “Go get me some eggs, Romeo.”

  A playful slap he lands on my bottom before he leaves. At twenty years old, though a deputy in Deadwood, Josh is still as playful as a boy. From his playful banter in his letters to pulling me up into his arms as I got off the train, he’s been a whirlwind of charm and fun.

  With the body of a man, muscled chest and back as well as legs, his face is boyishly handsome. His eyes sparkle with intensity and I’m excited to find out if his rowdiness will go all the way to how he takes me to his bed.

  I pull the wedding gown off and place it in the large box I plan on keeping it in until I have a daughter who marries. Then I’ll give it to her. A window is just behind the bed and I can see my new husband as he crosses the street and walks down it a bit towards the large mercantile.

  The young woman in the black dress comes up behind him and I watch her practically shadow him. Into the store he goes, and she’s right behind him. My intuition tells me he knows the young woman. It also tells me there’s more to her than he’s let on.

  I can’t fault him. We’ve only been around each other a few hours. There hasn’t been a lot of time to let me in on every little thing there is to know about him. I have things I haven’t let him in on yet as well.

  I do hope what I left behind in Pittsburg stays left behind. A new life with a new man is what I was seeking when I put the ad in the mail order bride catalogue. Waiting for someone to make me his wife was a thing I was tired of doing. So strange he finally wanted me once he knew I was spoken for.

  A light blue dress I pull over my head and leave the shoes off. My feet have swollen a little from the long train ride and need to be free of shoes for a while. I have a feeling my husband will be taking my clothes off soon after we eat and most likely will not let me get dressed again for at least a day. That’s what my older sister said her husband did anyway.

  Something outside the window catches my eye and I look out to find the woman in the black dress clinging to Josh’s arm. His shaking it and trying to get away from her. He manages to get out of her grasp and walks away. She falls to the ground and seems to be crying.

  I can’t believe how she’s acting and how he is ignoring her completely. It seems a bit heartless to me and makes me wonder what’s happened between them and why Josh is so mean to her.

  On the bed I sit and wait for him to come inside. He’s frowning a little and I can’t wait any longer. “So, who is she again?”

  His eyes travel to the window I sit near. “You saw that, huh?”

  I nod. “Wanna tell me who she is?”

  Only half a smile he gives me as he pulls the eggs and bacon from a brown paper bag. A brown bottle of whisky he places on the table as well. He opens the bottle and takes a drink straight from it. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sits on the chair at the small table.

  I rise and go to start our dinner. His arm snakes around me as I pass him. He pulls me down on his lap and kisses me. The whiskey tastes awful and I pull my mouth from his. “Tell me about her.”

  His forehead rests on mine. “She’s the sister of a friend. She has a crush on me and wasn’t happy I married you. That’s it.”

  I find the story has about a million holes in it. “Perhaps later you’ll decide to let me in on the whole story, Josh.”

  “That is the whole story, Sarah.” He pushes me up off his lap. “Let’s eat. I want you naked and in bed as soon as possible.”

  The way his eyes dance makes me decide to forget about the girl and what their past is. I find the things I need to cook us something to eat with and find him tugging on the whisky bottle again.

  Seems he has some secrets, but so do I, so how can I complain?

  JOSH

  Jason was supposed to make sure his sister, Beth, didn’t come to town today, but she seems to have gotten away from him. Ever since she was old enough to follow us around, she has. At a mere ten years old, she was already telling everyone I would be her husband someday.

  I was fifteen then and found her adorable, but of course as a little kid. Her hair was always in long, blonde rings and her blue eyes were pretty, but she was a kid. A little pest most times.

  Jason and I would go fishing and she’d follow us and get tangled up in the brush or the string and mess up our fun. Last year I made a mistake. A huge mistake. She followed me as I went to the creek, alone as Jason was sick.

  The moment I threw my line in the water she snuck out of the trees and sat next to me. A mere fourteen, but she was already beginning to sprout little breasts. She’d always had no problem touching me and climbing into my lap. But that was when she was a kid. She was becoming a woman, and that stuff needed to stop.

  “What kind of fish you want to catch today, Josh?” she asked, innocently.

  “Catfish, I guess. But I’ll eat whatever I catch, no matter what kind it is. You should get on back home, Beth,” I said, making sure not to look at her.

  “I don’t want to go back home, Josh,” she said as she tried to climb in my lap.

  Pushing her back, I said, “Stop! You’re too big to be doing that anymore. I’ve told you this and so has Jason.”

  “But, I want to. I want to be with you, Josh. I want to marry you, Josh,” she said in a little whimper of a voice.

  “Well, I’m sorry, Beth. I don’t want to marry you. Now leave me alone so I can fish.”

  She huffed and stood up. I thought she was getting up to leave, but instead she pulled her dress over her head, revealing she had nothing on underneath.

  My eyes traveled over her body which had filled out more than I realized. Her taut breasts were full. She stood there and looked at me. I was shocked by her and myself as my dick hardened in an instant and then I did the unthinkable.

  Afterwards shame filled me and after we dressed I walked her home and explained how that could never happen again. It never did and Beth is still not through begging me for more.

  Earlier in the damn mercantile, she followed me around and even grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I jerked it away of course, but I know a few people saw what happened.

  Beth never did tell a soul what we did that afternoon by the creek and neither did I. But what she said as she followed me down the street as I left the store has me scared to death. She told me she was going to tell her brother what we did a year ago.

  She told me she was going to tell my new wife what we did, and that scares the hell out of me. Marriages can be annulled in the first thirty days out here and I’m afraid Sar
ah just might do that if she ever found that out about me.

  I watch Sarah as she makes us some eggs and bacon. Our first meal as a married couple. I started writing Sarah several months ago and from her first letter back, I knew she was the one for me. Sweet, yet sassy, and adventurous, Sarah has it all.

  I was not one bit disappointed when I saw her get off the train. Long, black hair, silky and shiny, the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen and creamy skin. I can’t wait to run my hands over every last inch of her.

  Getting up, I get two small glasses out of the cabinet and fill them with whiskey. I want her supple and without any inhibitions when I make her mine. She gives me a sideways glance as I pour the liquid. “Do you expect me to drink that awful stuff?”

  I nod and take the plate of bacon to the table for her. “Think of it as medicine. It’ll help you to relax and let me have my way with you.”

  She laughs and puts the plate of scrambled eggs on the table. “I usually drink milk with this type of food.”

  “Not tonight you won’t. Tomorrow night I’m taking you to the steak house. It’s not every day you turn nineteen after all.” I pull the chair out for her and she sits down.

  “You don’t have to go to such a great expense just for my birthday, Josh. We can stay home and I can make something,” she says as she grabs a piece of bacon.

  “I want to make a fuss over you, sweetheart.” I pull out my chair and sit back down. Picking up my glass, I look at her. “I’d like to make a toast, honey.” She picks her glass up and I clink mine to hers. “Here’s to a lifetime of happiness together.”

  Her smile makes the whole room glow. “A lifetime of happiness.”

  I take a drink and so does she. Her face pinches and she frowns. “Yuck!”

  “It grows on ya,” I say and run my hand over her narrow shoulder. “Eat up, sugar. I don’t plan on letting you out of bed until tomorrow night.”

  A blush covers her cheeks and I laugh. I want to show this girl how happy I can make her for the rest of our lives. She needs to fall for me hard before that damn Beth tries to ruin this.

  SARAH

  The whisky has done what Josh intended and sent my cares away. Without letting me wash the dinner dishes, he pounced on me as soon as I ate my last bite. The man is boisterous and filled with a happiness I’ve never seen before.

  He seems to love to carry me around as he picks me up and carries me to the bed then tosses me playfully on it. The hem of my dress he grabs and pulls it over my head. Then pushes the top of my shift away from my shoulders. I wiggle as he pulls it off then my undergarments.

  A long pause he makes as his eyes roam over my naked body. “You’re really beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine, Sarah.” He goes to his knees beside the bed and runs his hands over my legs. “Tell me you’re really mine.”

  I sit up and take his head in my hands, running them over his blonde locks. “I am yours, Josh.”

  A boyish grin flows over his lips and he kisses my knee then trails more kisses up my thigh and his hands gently push me to lie back. He pulls me until my bottom is at the edge of the bed and I giggle like a little girl for some damn reason, I assume it’s because of the whisky.

  I look up at the ceiling as his warm lips travel over my legs then inside my thigh and I’m wondering where they’ll go next. “Jesus!” I shout as I feel them on my most intimate area.

  His hand presses my stomach as I try to sit up. “Lie back and let me love you,” he says. I can feel his lips move over me with his words and heat fills my body.

  “Josh, is this something people do?” I ask as my breath hitches in my chest. “It seems to me they don’t.”

  “They do,” he murmurs. “No close your eyes and relax.”

  His tongue strokes me and a thin sheen of sweat covers my body. I bite my bottom lip as he kisses a part of me I had no idea would be so responsive to his mouth. I have to fight the urge to arch my body up to his hot mouth and take my hands and push his head to take more of me in.

  I lie still until he reaches around and takes my bottom in his hands, pulling me up to take more of me in. I groan with the sensation. His fingers kneed my cheeks and my insides ache for him.

  I can no longer take it and run one hand through his hair, gently pressing his head. It feels so good what he’s doing and I kind of never want him to stop. Wet, heat is all over me as he licks up and down my recesses.

  My body trembles as he bites gently at some little bead at the top I had no idea existed. It sends some weird jolts through me and I find my insides starting to shake and shiver and a moan flows out of my mouth through no accord of my own.

  “Josh!” I shout as my legs shake and my body falls into a state I’ve never felt before. “God! Josh!”

  He groans as he pushes his tongue inside me. I’m wet and wonder if fluid is spilling out of me. His mouth leaves me and he stands. The white shirt he has on, he rips off, buttons flying everywhere. The pants drop and he kicks off the boots and stands at the side of the bed in all his glory.

  I can’t stop looking at him. His manhood is long, thick, and standing straight out. It’s too big to go inside me. I know it is. I look up at him to find him breathing hard, a darkness to his green eyes. “Tell me you're mine.”

  “I’m yours, Josh.” I smile and move up on the bed so he can climb on it next to me.

  “Tell me you want this,” he says as he strokes his huge dick and I watch him do it.

  I ache to be filled, but I’m scared to death that thing will pull me apart. “I…” I hesitate and can’t seem to look away from the giant thing he holds in his large hand. “It won’t fit.”

  He laughs and moves his body over mine. “It will.” His mouth crushes mine as he pushes it into me. I scream, but his mouth doesn’t let the sound escape too much.

  He stops and pulls back out, then pushes into me harder and I hear a pop. Suddenly, I feel an intense burning sensation. I squirm to get away from him, but he has me pinned beneath his body and still strokes as his tongue strokes mine.

  The way he’s kissing me changes, and he makes slower strokes. He moves his body so his chest moves up and down my breasts and they start to ache for him to touch them with his hands. Somehow it all changes and my body reacts to his in a good way.

  My arms run around him, running over his tightly muscled back. I want to move my body with his, but I’m afraid that’ll make me seem wanting. My stomach flutters deep inside. My body wants more and I can no longer hold myself back.

  I arch up to meet his slow strokes and he rewards me by going faster. The burning sensation is gone and something wonderful has replaced it. His mouth leaves mine only to bite on my neck and it sends crazy heat through me.

  A moan escapes me and his mouth is on my ear. “It’s good, huh?”

  Before I can stop myself, I say, “It is good.”

  I meet every stroke as he increases his speed. His mouth is hard on my neck and I find the little vibrations starting deep inside me. A steady little whine I make as it takes me over until I fall apart beneath him.

  He groans as his entire body tenses up then heat fills me and he relaxes. His weight on me as he pulses inside me, sending little shots of heat into me with each one. Little kisses he trails along my neck until he comes over my jaw and leaves a small kiss on my lips.

  His eyes catch mine as he pulls his head up to look at me. “Welcome home, Mrs. Boerm.”

  “Thanks for bringing me home, Mr. Boerm.” I cup the back of his head and pull him into another kiss.

  I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get enough of this man!

  JOSH

  A pounding at my door wakes me up and Sarah moans as she reaches out for me. “Who is that?” she asks in a mumble.

  I run my hands through my hair. “I don’t know, but I do know it better be damn good. The sun has barely come up.”

  I pull on my pants and go to the door. “What?” I shout as I open the door to find Adam there.

  “Y
our house burnt down sometime in the night,” he says. “I saw it on my way into town this morning.”

  “You’re shittin’ me!” I run my hand over my face. “There’s no way!”

  Adam nods. “Someone must have done it.”

  “I’ll get ready and go to check it out. Thanks, Adam,” I say then close the door.

  Sarah sits up in the bed, holding the blanket to cover her bare breasts. “Someone burnt the house down you said was nearly finished?”

  With a nod, I say, “Seems like it. That’s all the money I had in this world. I have no idea how long it will take me to save enough money to build another.” I look around the tiny apartment and groan. “Damn it!”

  “How long did it take you to save up for that one?” she asks.

  “I started working when I was fifteen. The majority of my money, I saved. So I’d say it took roughly, five years.” I fall onto the bed and hold my head in my hands.

  Sarah climbs over me, straddling me. Her sweet lips touch mine. “Don’t worry, we can figure out anything, together.” Soft hands roam over my chest and I feel myself growing hard with need for her.

  “Christ, baby!” I pull her down and kiss her hard as my dick grows hard, and she pulls her ass up.

  My erection springs up, and she slides her body down its length. A moan escapes her mouth into mine and I join her as it feels incredible. The fact she actually initiates our love making is a pleasant surprise. Many men told me their wives hate this and try to get out of it every chance they get.

  Seems my wife likes it and that bodes well for our future. Up and down she goes, sending little shivers through me. I place my hands on her small waist, lifting her and letting her slide back down. Her kiss deepens as she explores every part of my mouth.

  Her hands tangle in my hair as she tugs at it. Unable to stand not being in control any longer, I flip her over and look down at her. “You are mine!” I take a breast in my mouth and nibble it as I push into her hot, soft, wet heat.

  She arches up to me and runs her nails over my back. “Harder,” she moans.