Wealthy and Wanted

by Alexa Riley

  “You could take the ring,” he offers this time.

  “You don’t even like me and now you want to marry me?” she says in a high-pitched squeak, brushing past me and going for Judge.

  I start to grab her, but Clay stops me with an arm around my waist as he pulls my back flush to his front. I’m not sure what side of Kat we’ll get, but she can be a lot like her name at times. Sweet as can be until her claws come out, then she can be a bit irrational. Okay, “a bit” might be an understatement.

  “Who said I didn't like you?” he answers, looking at her like she’s crazy.

  “This is the most you’ve ever spoken to me at once. You normally say one or two words to me, and those two words are always calling me little girl!” She pokes her finger right in his chest as she tilts her head all the way back to look up at him.

  I try once again to go and grab my sister. I saw Judge lay a ranch hand flat on his ass with a backhand one time right in the center of town. I don’t know what happened, but Kat and I were at the farmers market and spotted them across the way at the feed store. One second they were talking, and the next the ranch hand was on the ground. I don’t think Judge would lay a finger on Kat. I’ve always thought he could be harsh at times, but he was always fair. Right now he’s being underhanded.

  As much as a lot of people stayed out of his way, I don’t think it would be hard for Judge to find himself a willing wife. This is a whole lot of trouble for just a wife. There has to be a lot we’re missing here, but as my eyes go from my sister to Judge, I think there’s a lot she hasn't told me either.

  “I’m not here to debate with you, little girl. You’ve got little time to decide what you’re going to do.” He gives Kat one last long look before he turns and heads back towards his truck. “I’ll be back. Not one hair on her head better be out of place, Clayton,” Judge throws over his shoulder before getting into his truck and leaving. Kat turns around to look at me while Clay says what we’re all thinking.

  “What the fuck was that?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Clay

  “Everything okay up here?” Otis asks as he comes from the barn, and Judge disappears down the driveway.

  “Yeah, it’s all good,” I say as I look to Dotty for confirmation.

  “I think so,” she agrees as she looks at her sister.

  “I should go,” Kitty offers, but I stop her.

  “You can stay the night if you want.” Dotty looks at me in surprise, but there’s something tender there too. “We’ve got plenty of room.

  “Thanks, guys, I appreciate it, but I didn’t mean to bring all this drama to your doorstep.”

  “Don’t worry, we can handle it.” I squeeze Dotty’s hip, and she smiles up at me.

  “It’s all right. I’ve gotta get home, but maybe next time I’ll plan ahead and bring a bag.” She smiles a little sheepishly, and for a second I can see the resemblance in Dotty and Kitty. “Although, I’m not sure Judge’s car can make the drive.”

  “I’d be more than happy to take you home,” Otis offers. “I’ve got to run into town anyway, so it’s no trouble.”

  “Thank you so much,” Kitty answers and gives her sister a hug goodbye.

  They exchange a few words that I don’t hear, and maybe I’m not meant to. I’m not sure what the fuck just happened with Judge showing up here, but one thing is for sure, and it’s that my woman no longer has another man’s ring on her finger. If that’s what it took to make her mine, then so be it. I’m still not sure how to deal with Judge, but that’s something we can worry about later.

  “Call me,” Dotty warns her, and Kitty nods as she leaves with Otis.

  “What are we going to do about Judge’s car?” Dotty asks, and I shrug.

  “Let him deal with it. He can have someone come get it if he wants it bad enough.”

  I take her hand as we walk back inside the house, and once we’re inside, the door firmly shut behind us, I take her in my arms again.

  “Are you going to tell me what was with that woman showing up here today?” I can see the hurt in her eyes, and it surprises me.

  “You mean Trixie?” When I laugh, I can see that was the wrong reaction. “Beautiful girl, look at me.” Dotty doesn’t, and her stubborn chin is tucked down as she refuses to let me see her eyes. “Hey,” I say, softer this time, and she lets out a sigh.

  Finally, after a long pause, she glances up at me, and I shake my head.

  “There’s nothing and no one you ever have to worry about with me. I didn’t touch a woman before you, and I’m not going to for the rest of my life.”

  Her eyes soften and I see her cheeks turn a little rosy as her hands rest on my waist.

  “Do you understand me?” I tuck her hair behind her ear. She hesitates for a second before she nods. “I have never and will never love another woman.” When her eyes widen in surprise, I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “I don’t know if that scares you, but I’m not good at this. I’ve never been in a relationship, and maybe this is fast, but I love you, Dotty. I love you.”

  “I love you t—”

  Before she can get the rest of the words out, I’ve got her in my arms and I’m swinging her in a circle with my lips against hers. I’m so overwhelmed with what I feel for her that I feel like I could split in half.

  “Clay!” she squeals as I run up the stairs with her in my arms and take her into the bedroom.

  “I can’t wait any longer.” I toss her in the middle of the bed, and she bounces once and laughs.

  Before I join her, I go over to the dresser and open the top drawer. I take out the small velvet box and bring it back over to where she’s sitting up. I climb on with her and hold it out in my hand.

  “When I woke up this morning, I knew there was no one else and no other way I wanted to spend the rest of my life.” I open the box and reveal the simple solitaire on the gold band and take it out. “I didn’t think that today would be the day I’d get to have that, but I’m asking you, Dorothy, will you spend forever with me?” She gasps as she looks at the ring that is so different from the one she came here with. “This ring might not be big, but it was my mother’s, and I know if she were here she would love you as much as I do.”

  “Oh my god, it’s so beautiful.” She nods as tears stream down her face and I slide the ring on her finger. “Yes, Clay, yes.”

  We fall back on the bed together, and I move between her legs. I kiss my way down her neck as I undress us both quickly. What I feel is too much right now, and it’s overwhelming me. All I know is that I have to be inside her, now.

  “I’m not on the pill,” she says softly, her hands roaming over my naked chest.

  “Good,” I grunt. I swipe my cock through her wet folds. “I plan on breeding you tonight.”

  Her eyes widen, but her knees spread wider in invitation and my cock drips cum. Could it really all be so simple? She’s proof that it is.

  She’s so wet I can see it shine on the inside of her thighs, and my cock is slippery with just a few swipes. I hold the thick head at her entrance, and she raises her hips in invitation.

  “You want me to get pregnant?” She raises them again, like she’s begging me to do it, and I give her what she wants by pushing my cock in just a little.

  “Do I want you to get pregnant?” I let out a humorless laugh as I sink a little deeper and feel her tight little pussy squeezing me. “It’s all I can fucking think about. Cumming inside you and making a baby.”

  I grunt as I push in a little more, and I have to stop. Her pussy is so tight I’m going to have to pop it to get my cock to fit, but I don’t want to hurt her. I use my thumb to rub her clit, and after a second she’s wiggling again.

  “I’ve never thought about it much before, but one look at you and I knew you had to be bred.” She whines and I thrust hard, sinking all the way in. “Fuck.” I fall on top of her and hold myself still while she adjusts.

  Her nails dig into my back, and I kiss her neck to try and
ease the pain I know I can’t make better.

  “The more you let me break you in, the easier it will be,” I say softly. “That’s how prize horses are so good at making babies. We breed them enough and they know what to do.”

  “Clay,” she moans, wriggling under me.

  “Let me just look at you,” I say as I sit up on my knees to stare down at her.

  Her pretty skin is flushed pink, and her tits are tight. I look down to her pussy and see my cock has disappeared inside of her all the way, and it throbs to cum.

  “I could cum just looking at you like this.” She rolls her hips like she wants me to do it. “Do that again.”

  She plants her feet on either side of me and circles her waist. Her pussy squeezes me tight, and my cock is so full I can’t hold back much longer.

  “Let me make it good for you,” I say, grazing my knuckle over her clit. She moans, and I do it again, just keeping my dick buried.

  She’s so wet and slippery, I grab her hip with my other hand and move her only a little, in and out, while I play with her clit. It’s pink and needy, and she’s getting wigglier with every pass.

  “Open up for me,” I demand as my own need becomes too much. “Pull your knees up and hold them there. I want you ready to take it.”

  Her body tenses, and I grind against her one last time before it sends her over the edge. She cries out, and the sight of her pleasure is all I need to release into her. Hot pulses of cum pump into her as she tightens around my cock, and we climax together.

  It’s messy and sexy as fuck as we both give in to it. I never thought I’d be so unafraid to take what I want and give the same to a woman. I never thought it was possible because I hadn’t met Dotty. One look at her and everything changed. Suddenly I’m doing everything I can to run with her down the aisle and make a family. I’m glad I waited, because she’s worth it.

  She’s worth everything that led to this moment.

  My grandfather might have not known when he built this house all the love that it would bring, but here with Dotty in my arms, I know that there is so much more ahead. More than even I can imagine.

  I can’t wait to start the next chapter of our lives and spend it with her at my side.

  Epilogue

  Dotty

  Many months later…

  I pace back and forth, checking my watch for the millionth time. He’s late. Of all days, why does he have to be late today? My phone vibrates on the kitchen counter with a text from my sister, who is as impatient as I am. I text her back quickly that I have no news yet and to calm down. She’ll be the first to know when I do.

  I’ve been married to Clay for six months and it’s been the best six months of my whole life. I often laugh when I think back to the first day I showed up here. Never in a million years would I have believed this is how my life was going to play out.

  That Clay would end up saving my parents’ farm even though I don’t think he really wanted to. My mom and dad have both good and bad parts to them, but he’d done it, so my conscience was clear. I didn't want anything hanging over my sister’s head for some of the decisions we made, and since then we’ve both been free and clear of any guilt to live whatever lives we want for ourselves.

  My eyes start to fill with tears thinking about how Clay made all this possible. I didn't know there were men out there like him, and I blink quickly, trying to get the tears to stop. That’s all I need is for Clay to show up with me crying. He’ll follow me around all day if he thinks something is wrong.

  I grab the box of cookies I made off the counter and run over toward the window when I hear a vehicle coming down the long driveway. When I see the big brown truck, I let out a small scream of excitement and run towards the front door. I pull it open as Mitch comes up the stairs to the porch with a giant box in his hand.

  “What’s that? That’s not what I need,” I practically scream, and he gives me a puzzled look. “Mitch, this is serious!”

  “You’re going to have to be more specific, Mrs. Walker,” Mitch laughs, setting the box down.

  “I should have a box, but not this big.”

  He looks down at his clipboard. “You’re right, let me grab it out of the truck.” He heads back toward his truck, and I follow after him.

  “We’ve got to move it. The husband will be back any minute and I don’t want him knowing about this,” I say as I beat Mitch to his own truck. He looks at me like I’m losing my mind, and I might be. I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to the question I’m looking for, but I want to be sure.

  For six months I’ve been trying to get knocked up. Each time my period shows up, I get more and more disappointed. I know these things take time, and I get that. Hell, seven months ago I would have said I never wanted kids, but that was when I thought I had no control over my life. Then I met Clay and fell madly in love. All my fears washed away, and he let me see what I wanted more than anything—a family. One so different from the one Kat and I grew up in.

  I follow Mitch into his truck as he hands me the box I’ve been waiting for, and I give him the tin can of cookies I made for him. One of the things I’ll also love about living in small towns is that everyone knows everyone.

  “I made the double chip your daughter likes,” I tell him. “Thank you!” I shake my box with excitement, giving him a big smile as a goodbye.

  “What the hell is going on?” I spin around to see Clay standing at the door of the truck, glaring at us. He’s got some dirt on his jeans and his shirt has a small rip in it. I always find it extra hot when he shows up sweaty from working all day. He really is a hands-on man.

  Mitch mutters a curse. Everyone in town knows how Clay can be. I step in front of him just to be safe and make sure Clay isn't going to come at him like a bull. I hadn't thought about what this might look like until this moment. I was so excited, I just followed Mitch right into his truck.

  “This isn't what it looks like,” I rush to say and give my husband the sweetest smile I can muster.

  “It looks like my wife is going to get a red ass this afternoon.” A ripple of pleasure spikes through me.

  “Clay!” I hiss. “Thanks,” I mutter to Mitch before I give Clay my hand to help me down from the truck. “I was getting my box.”

  “Last I heard, they bring those to the door.”

  I stick my tongue out at him. “Last I heard, you’re supposed to be at work.”

  I’ve got another five minutes until he should be back for lunch, which I forgot to make. I don’t think it matters because the look on Clay’s face says he’s going to be eating me.

  “You’re asking for it.” He gives my ass a smack and I let out a yelp.

  I take off toward the front door, but not before I hear Clay tell Mitch he better not catch me in his truck again. He’s crazy. Mitch is happily married and has a grandbaby on the way. But I don’t think there is a more possessive husband in the world than mine. He’s lucky I find it endearing.

  I clear the threshold of the house, but that’s as far as I make it. I’m lifted off my feet, and I don’t fight it because I learned that lesson long ago. I’m dropped down onto our bed a few moments later and smile up at my husband.

  “Spill. You’ve been acting funny,” he says, pulling his shirt off over his head, and my eyes drop to the V that disappears into his jeans. “Dotty,” he warns, and I glance at the box.

  He snatches it from me and rips it open in record time. I sit up and snatch it right back. A giant smile spreads across Clay’s face.

  “You don’t need a test, babe. You're knocked up.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  He grabs the test back and tosses it over his shoulder. “You can take it later.” He reaches under my sundress and pulls my panties off before I even know what he’s doing.

  “How do you know?”

  “Babe, I know your body and you're late.”

  I grab him and pull him down on top of me. “You really have given me more than I could have ever
dreamed to ask for.”

  “The feeling is mutual. I was only passing time until you came along. Now I’m finally living life.” My eyes fill with tears. “Don’t cry on me. You know those tears kill me.” I sniffle, wrapping my arms around him.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” he says before he kisses me.

  Clay was right. I was pregnant. And not with just one baby but three. That’s the story of us, we go big or go home, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  Epilogue

  Clay

  Ten years later…

  “Go ask your mama to bring me some lunch,” I say to my son Noah as he puts the hammer back in the toolbox and takes off his gloves.

  “Yes, sir,” he says, walking over to Otis. “Papa, you wanna ride with me back to the big house?”

  Otis smiles and nods as he gets up from his bench in the shade and climbs on the Gator with Noah. Otis is foolish about our babies, and he’s the grandfather I always wanted for them. He’s always showing the boys how to build stuff and take care of the animals. And he’s always going on and on about the girls and how they can cook as good as their mama.

  I think about the big house as Noah drives away and how my family’s dream of filling it with children came true. We had the three boys all at once and then followed it with a girl every year until we stopped. Six kids was enough to max out the bedrooms, and by that time we were ready to say our family was complete. It doesn’t stop me from trying every day of my life to get her pregnant, but from what the doctors tell me, her tubes are tied pretty tight. I don’t think they realize just how hard I’m trying.

  I’m mending fences down by the lake and it’s Dotty’s favorite spot. She loves to bring the family down here to picnic, and I even put the bench under the tree for us to sit on. Although Otis thinks it’s his personal napping corner.