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

by Brittany Dreams

  “Ya, keep doin’ it until I tell ya to stop.” I say in a ragged breath.

  Her smile is fantastic. “Okay, just let me know if I’m doing anything wrong. I only want to make you feel good.”

  I nod and her mouth and hands go back to work. My heart pumps the blood through my veins at a high rate of speed as her sweet, innocent mouth plunges over my dick.

  Lost in another world, I find myself seemingly floating as she takes me away. Then I feel it coming on and I may burst in her mouth if I don’t stop her. With a swift motion I take two handfuls of her hair and pull her up. “Nice work, love. If I allow it to continue, you’ll have a mouthful and we shouldn’t waste any of that precious liquid like that. You and I are going to have babies.”

  I pull her around and place her on her knees as I move in behind her. “What are you doing now?” she asks.

  “I’m goin’ to show you another way to do this. Let’s see if you like it.”

  I pull her hips back to me and press into her. She gasps and I can feel I’m much deeper into her than the other position allows. I go slow and move in and out at a steady pace. Her moans and how she presses back to me lets me know she does indeed like it.

  “It’s deeper,” she says in a low moan. “It’s so much deeper.” She moans again.

  One hand I run around her and play with her clit and she really starts pressing back to me. Her little moans make my heart flutter like never before. Her pleasure is filling me with it as well.

  My body craves more and I slam hard into her over and over. Her moans grow louder as does the way she’s reacting to me. A loud scream she makes as I slam into her even harder and her head goes to the mattress to stifle the sound.

  My breath is coming in heavy waves, but her stifled cries only make me angry. I pull her hair and make her lift her head. “I want to hear ya,” I tell her through my gritted teeth. “I want to know how good I make ya feel.”

  “Jacob! I can barely breathe with how good you make me feel.”

  I pound into her and she shrieks again and her ass starts to shake. “Jacob! Jacob!”

  My hand is itching to spank her white flesh and I raise my hand and bring it down hard on her pristine white ass. Her shriek is loud and it makes me do it again. “God! Damn it! Jacob!”

  She presses against me hard so I know she’s about to lose it. Her insides start to clench on my dick and then they spasm around it and she moans and presses even harder into me.

  My body reacts quickly to the way she’s milking me. I explode into her and let my juices flow down into her. I rub her back gently as her body pulls every ounce of my liquid into hers.

  I kiss her back then allow her to lie down. Neither of us has enough breath to even speak. We lie down and I hold her in my arms as we pant and she continues to moan softly.

  My lips find the side of her head and I leave a kiss there. Finally I catch my wind and whisper, “If that didn’t give us a baby then I don’t know what will.”

  ELAINE

  Light trickles into the window as the sun rises. Jacob will be home soon from the night shift. I have a surprise for him today. I went to see the doctor a week ago, and he saw me on the street as I left the mercantile yesterday.

  The news he gave me was good and now I can tell Jacob about the thing I’ve been keeping a secret until I was positive. Two months we’ve been married now and a fantastic time it has been.

  Never could I have imagined that marriage would ever be like this. He is the most romantic man I’ve ever heard of. Flowers for no reason, candle lit suppers that he prepares, and long, hot baths together.

  Just thinking about him makes me hot. I grab a handheld fan and try to cool the heat that has built up in me. I wonder what he’ll do when I tell him the news.

  I want to get up and get dressed, but Jacob likes for me to stay in bed with him until he falls asleep. He wraps me in his warm embrace and I cuddle with him until he drifts off.

  The door opens and a very tired Jacob strolls in. “Good mornin’, love. Did ya sleep well?”

  “I did.” I pat the bed next to me as I scoot over. “Here, lie in the warm place I created for you, husband.”

  His clothes hit the floor, piece by piece, as he makes his way over to the bed. “I’m bushed. Did ya hear the three times there was gunfire?”

  I nod. “It must’ve been a terrible night for you.”

  “It was.” He climbs into bed and pulls the blanket up, then turns to wrap his arms around me. “I just want to sleep. I’m exhausted.”

  I smile and kiss his forehead. “Then do just that, darling.” I lie down in front of him, looking at him and stroking his muscled bicep. “Before you drift off, I do want to tell you about a secret I’ve been keeping from you.”

  His eyes fly open. “Secret?”

  With a bat of my eyelashes I say, “Yes, I’ve been keeping one from you and I’m ready to tell it to you. Unless you’re too tired to hear about it, that is.”

  “Spill it!” his says with tension in his deep tone. His arms tighten around me and his whole body tenses.

  “I saw the doctor last week. You’ll be getting a bill from him soon. Then yesterday I saw him again, and he told me what was wrong with me.”

  His entire face makes a frown, and that’s not easy to do with all the facial hair the man sports. “Wrong? Ya have something wrong with ya. Why wouldn’t ya tell me that, love? I’m here to keep you well, if you’ll remember. If you’re sick I want to be the first to know, not the last.”

  I kiss the tip of his nose and smile. “Nothing is really wrong with me. I’m just going to have a baby is all.”

  He blinks as he takes in the words I’ve said. “You’re havin’ a baby?”

  I nod and his face splits into the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. “We’re having a baby, Jacob.”

  His lips touch mine, gently. “Elaine, you’ve made me very happy. The happiest I think I’ve ever been.” His lips touch mine again and he pulls me tight into his strong arms.

  I wrap my arms around him and get as close to him as I possibly can. Our bodies mold to one another’s and his manhood grows against me. Seems he isn’t so exhausted anymore.

  JACOB

  Orange fills the sky as I rock on the front porch and do what I’ve done every evening before heading to work. My one month old son, Isaac, I hold and put to sleep as his mother cleans up after dinner.

  Elaine has been the thing to me I never knew I needed so much. What life would be without her I never want to find out. The birth had me worried for a few days as she lost a lot of blood, but I cared for her and the baby with the help of the doc and Levi’s wife, Nora.

  Nora had a baby girl a few months ago and knew well what Elaine needed to regain her strength. This town is wild and at times dangerous. Okay more than a few times a week it’s dangerous, but this wild place is home for us.

  Levi found some land and built his family a cabin outside of town and I think I’m going to do that too. Town is a bit rough to raise a family in. A gunshot rings out and I head inside with my son. No reason to tempt fate.

  Elaine smiles as I walk inside. “Was that a gunshot I heard?”

  “Twas indeed. What do ya think about getting a home out of town like Levi and Nora have, love?”

  “I think that’s a fantastic idea.” She puts away the last of the supper dishes and comes to kiss my cheek and looks down at our baby in my arms. “He looks so much like his da.” She kisses the sleepin’ baby’s wee little head.

  “I love ya, lass.” I kiss her cheek and she blushes and holds her hand to the place my lips left.

  “I love you too, darling.” She takes the babe from my arms and lies him in his crib. Then turns back to me and moves her slim body into my arms. “Moving out of town is a great idea. I want to give you as many children as the Lord will allow and they’ll need room to run and grow.”

  Her talk of giving me more children excites me and me pants start to go tight. “Woman, watch what ya say to me.
I can’t have ya for another two weeks and I try hard not to think about that fact. But ya go spoutin’ off in that cooing pretty voice of yours and all I can think about is getting’ ya naked and ravaging your entire body, which I miss desperately.”

  “Sorry, I’ll behave for the next two weeks then I won’t anymore, Mr. McAllister.” Her lips touch mine only for a moment then she pulls out of my arms and takes a step back.

  My family has begun and there is no man happier than I am on this day.

  The End

  Adored By The Rancher

  BY

  BRITTANY DREAMS

  All characters in this book or publication are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental.

  Copyright 2015 by Brittany Dreams

  Introduction

  Ron Kranson moved from New York to a ranch in the west expecting excitement and a simpler way of life. What he found instead were the same old social games, the same old manipulation of women to get at his estate. In the insane world, he takes the sanest option and orders his bride from a catalogue. What he gets is a woman in every sense of the word, one so perfect it made him wonder if he was good enough, one so right he felt it made him wrong. As he battles with his own inner demons she throws more curveballs at him as he tries to earn the woman he thought he had ordered.

  Dust and heat, Ron had secretly wished that once he made enough money he would be able to escape these two harsh truths but here he was. His bungalow stood in the centre of the large estate he had bought a couple of years ago but though he preferred the Texan sun to the bitter winters of New York, there was no escaping the dust. It hung to everything, covered his carefully acquired antique furniture in a monotonous dullness. He kept the windows closed and the curtains drawn during the day but it still found its way in like it was telling him that it knew the house better than he did, that it had been around longer. As he looked around the house though, his foremost thought was that the house needed a woman’s touch almost as badly as he did.

  There was a knock on the door as the clicking sound of heeled boots and stirrups came from the front porch. It was Nathan, a young boy who was one of his finest workers. Nathan had come to inform him that the work day had drawn to a close, that they were done tending to the cattle and that they would all be leaving. As he nodded his head he saw Mr. Golba, his trusted help, in the distance. He was limping around, recovering from a fall a few days earlier.

  “How’s the old man doing?” he asked Nathan. Nathan turned around to look at Mr Golba as he made his way into his modest accommodation. A family of five lived in the small thatched abode, less than a tenth the size of the main bungalow. “He’ll be fine”, Nathan said without much conviction, “but he’s not going to survive many more falls like that.”

  Ron just nodded as Nathan walked away with a little salute. As he closed the door he couldn’t help but notice all the dust that had settled in during the little talk of his. As he went and made his way to the elegant bar to get himself a drink he started to think more purposefully about his lack of companionship. It’s not like he hadn’t tried to find someone. He made sure his presence was felt in the fairs and balls that sprang up like weeds from time to time. Though he detested the awkward social rituals he wanted to make sure everyone around knew that there was a big fish in town. He had worked hard to become one of those; he wasn’t going to idle away that stature in isolation.

  Ultimately, that is what it came down to. He wanted someone to share this with, someone to walk the ranch with, and someone who would give her tender hands to the needs of the ranch, the house and her husband. Yet, he saw no one like that amongst all the women he met. The problem lay in the capitalistic nature of the transaction. With the money flowing in to the west as a result of all the gold people were still finding, marriage had become a stepping stone. He was a boulder and all the women knew he was available. There was no way he would get to see the true face of one of them, and the ones that would really be honest and pure would be scared away by the crowd.

  He had often pondered disguising himself as a man of lower means to see if he would bump into the woman who was meant to be his. The odds were slim though, and the heat and dust were a lot easier to brave in the luxury of his house. He picked up a magazine from the table, it had come in the morning as part of the weekly mail and offered a much needed respite from the daily monotony that surrounded him.

  He browser with interest through a feature article about this film called “The great train robbery”. He laughed at the idea of romance and adventure in the Wild West. It had perhaps been what had misled him the most when he had left the drudgery of New York. He had imagined a land brimming with fire and spirit but found that wherever you went in this great country, money was still money, power were still power and the people would always be envious and wary of those who had it.

  He then read an article with great interest about these two brothers, Orville and Wilbur who said that they had build a machine that would be able to use and engine to fly in the air in a controlled manner. Ron had followed the exploits of Ford with great interest and wondered if these Wright brothers also had a similar career graph ahead. It didn’t matter, he was out of the game now. The only machinery that should really matter to him now was the one that God had designed that moved cows and horses.

  As he flipped the pages though, he saw the image that reminded him of where his interests truly lay. It was a woman in her early twenties, leaning against a rail in an open yard. She was wearing a short dress which showed her legs almost all the way up to her knees, he closely looked at the line of her long graceful neck and all the skin around it that was clearly visible through the broad necked top. It was a photograph of the woman of his dreams and the advertisement it was in was exactly on the topic that was foremost in his mind.

  It was an ad for mail order brides. He was well aware of the concept but from his earlier encounters with it the girls were almost always hideous creatures from faraway lands who barely spoke the language. Now without exception though, he thought of Shaun, one of his managers in New York and his wife Shiela, a mail order bride Shaun had been extremely pleased with. The more he thought about it, the more the idea grew on him and he wondered why the thought had never occurred to him before.

  Later that night, the idea still stayed on his mind though the carnal implications of it were decidedly on the foreground. Most of the next day was spent writing a letter to the address specified in the magazine. It would be a long process without any of the instant gratification of meeting a woman in a ball and falling in love with her but it did come with its advantages. What they were doing was doing away with the effects the capitalistic world had on love and relationships with one swift ugly transaction. Hopefully what would left would be devoid of tricks and deception. Either way, he would be the one making the play and that was just how he liked to live his life.

  Writing and mailing that letter was a simple act and yet he was amazed with how much it overshadowed his life in the next few days. He would ponder every word he’d written a thousand times and then berate himself. It wasn’t a love letter, he often reminded himself in those moments. He was a client, listing his specifications for what he wanted delivered to him. He would approach this the same way he would approach any other transaction.

  It was one thing to have that piece of knowledge, quite another to get his mind to accept it. There was no detaching himself from the nervousness and excitement that came with every romantic beginning. Much to his surprise, the feeling just grew as the days passed. He found himself imagining the perfect woman in every situation. When he sat alone in the porch he imagined someone he could talk to after a hard day’s work, when he hungered he would imagine someone who found happiness in making him his favorite things. He last thought before bed and his first thought waking up would often be of her body, of her warmth and of how much he wanted her.

  As almost a month passed without a reply he started to wonder if the postal service had
played a great big joke on him. While everyone around him tended to criticize them for not being dependable, he had always been a strong supporter and almost as if they knew that, they had never let him down yet. He waited every day though for the rider to arrive carrying the mail. There were four occasions that month when such a rider had come to the ranch but none of them carried the news or the letter he wanted.

  Slowly, he began to give up on the idea. He tried to convince himself of why it was stupid. Why it was a good thing that nothing really came of it. He started to believe that if the letter had reached he would just have been treated like any other old, ugly, desperate customer and that he would rather be alone than be with one of the girls that they would have sent him.

  That was the state of mind he found himself in when news came about that the Jackmans were throwing their annual party. They were one of the few families that rivaled Ron’s estate in the neighborhood and they were a bickering, annoying bunch but they did know how to throw a good party. Ron thought of how they had called a man last time who had hypnotized people by making them stare at a watch hung on the end of a string. It had genuinely been a party he had enjoyed and while the core family that stayed at the Jackman estate was best avoided, he could not deny that they had some rather fetching girls in their distant relatives.

  He felt his spirit life at the news of the invitation and in a moment of quite introspection he also caught sight of how empty his life must be that one party invitation could make him feel so much better. Now that he had decided to go though, there was no going about it from a half hearted perspective. He went to town to find the finest piece of cloth and then to the tailor who promised that despite being burdened with work he would give Mr Kransons suit ‘special attention’. Ron trusted the man and his skills and with that commitment he also felt assured that when the time came, he would be dressed for the occasion.

  Parties like this though required that he adorn himself with more than just the finest clothes. Three days before the party he called the Kilton brothers. They were roughnecks who had separated themselves from the rest of their kind by having a code of honor. He had used them to guard his more valuable consignments and to travel with him for meetings that could turn ugly. They would have a different role to serve at the party. Ron Kranson was not one to back down out of verbal duels, he did however see that it would be stupid to risk his life on whether he could draw a gun and shoot faster than a man who had practiced it all his life. He had found a way to be better at their game without playing it.