by Beck, J. L.
Daisy peeked over at him. Was that a smirk I just saw crossing those yummy lips? Her hands wound themselves nervously into her velvet gown. I WILL NOT ASK! Nope…No. She glanced over again and his smile grew wide now. What is he up to?
He finally swung the jeep into the huge circular drive.
Daisy’s eyes widened. The house looked open, no shuttered windows and the lawns looked freshly cut. Then she narrowed her gaze to where the two fancy plantation type white columns stood in front of those impressive stone steps at the entrance. She remembered glimpsing this place only a couple of times. The Whites threw fancy parties all the time while she lived in Flatonia. Owned by the richest family in this part of Texas. She certainly never got invited, but her and her friends drove up here just to be looky-loo’s as they used to call it. WHY AM I HERE NOW? She knew she might have a bloody lip from biting down so hard on her tongue.
Rand chuckled and got out of the jeep.
Well, what’s so dammed funny? She rolled her eyes at her own question. He must know what it took to keep my mouth shut this long…is what!
Strolling around to her door, he opened it up, unbuckled her belt and swooped her up again, into his arms.
“Ohhh,” she let out in surprise.
His smile was huge now. “So, you aren’t talking, eh?”
Daisy shook her head and she knew her eyes were wide and terrified.
Rand turned and shut the jeep door with his boot.
People were coming down the steps of the wide magnificent verandah.
She squinted her eyes. Who…?
He strode forward and as he did, the people lined up in front of the steps.
They wore servant type attire; one man with graying temples wore a full butler getup, tails, and all. Then several other women wore maid outfits.
He set her down just in front of the small group. “I would like you all to meet the lady of the house, Mrs. Monroe.”
Daisy’s shocked gaze rose up to his face. “W-what?”
The butler stepped forward. “It is nice to meet you Madame Monroe, welcome to the Monroe Mansion.” His words were formal and precise. The man actually had a British accent.
Daisy stared at all of their smiling faces and then gaped over at her new husband. “Y-you bought me the White Hill mansion?” Her voice was hushed and breathless.
Rand lifted a brow. “No. I certainly did not.”
Daisy shook her head. “Okay, then so you rented the place? That’s impossible too!”
“No, no. It is now called the Monroe place actually.”
Daisy felt light headed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a God dammed billionaire?”
Rand shrugged his wide shoulders. “You never asked.”
Daisy took a deep breath as the scenery whirled around her. She pitched forward and felt strong arms catching her before everything went blissfully black.
Her eyes fluttered open and she didn’t even know how much time had gone by, as she found herself being carried up the stone steps.
“Daze?” Rand asked close to her ear.
“Unh?” she answered.
“I wanted you awake for this.”
“F-for what?’
He chuckled as he stepped through the impressive double doors and onto marbled floor. “For the official crossing of the threshold. Me…carrying my bride across the threshold to be exact.”
Daisy couldn’t breathe as he carried across the seemingly endless marble floor. A huge skylight rose above them. Now, she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. This is a dream, it can’t be real!
Rand swung her around in a slow circle. “Just want you to get a glimpse of it all.”
She did glimpse some of the grandeur, but her eyes were blurry with tears and shock.
He then walked her across the marble and his boots echoed for what seemed like forever.
The place was monstrous in size and in opulence. Daisy had never been inside of anything that could house half the population of the entire town.
He halted at the base of the stairs.
Now, these stairs were the old fashioned planation kind, she’d only seen in pictures and tour houses in the south. They were triple wide and covered in red carpeting as they spiraled up in a wide arch to the top. They reminded her of the stairs in her most favorite movie. Gone With The Wind. The scene when Rhett carried Scarlett up the stairs with her kicking and screaming. This would be THAT staircase. She’d seen the movie a hundred times and she felt sure of it.
Rand peered down at her with a raised brow.
Her startled gaze swung up to meet his and she gasped…HE KNOWS! Someone told him about her secret love for an 80 year old film! Or—wait. I told him. Her face flushed and she felt like she was gonna pass out again. Damn. I did! Years ago, when we were having that wild fling in Australia. YES! I even told him about the White Hill mansion, about being too poor and trashy to ever set foot inside of it. OH—sweet lord. He did all this from memory? Her throat swelled shut and her breathing grew rapid. He set all this up, so that she could actually live out the most passionate scene she’d ever seen in a movie.
“I’m waiting, Daze. I know you know the line.”
Daisy thought that saying I DO was hard, but she didn’t know if she could actually speak right this second. She cleared her dry throat and gazed up at him. “I’m not cornered. You’ll never corner me—Rand Monroe, or frighten me.”
Rand gave her that brilliant smile. “This is one night you're not turning me out. You need kissing badly. That's what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” Rand lowered his lips to her trembling ones. He then kissed her deeply.
Daisy felt tears spring in her eyes. This is the best, most awesome thing anyone has ever done for me! And the kiss is even better than that.
Rand pulled his lips away and took the steps, while carrying her.
“Oh crap! I am too heavy for you to—”
“Shhh.” He hushed her. “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
Daisy’s jaw dropped.
Rand smirked as he nearly took the stairs two at a time.
Daisy started to laugh hard as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You sir are NO gentleman!”
Rand chuckled as he made the last steps. “And you miss, are NO lady!”
Daisy laughed until she couldn’t breathe as he carried her down a long hall. He must’ve watched the movie more times than her to know the lines this well! Portraits covered the red velvet wallpapered walls as he carried her along. It all went by in a tear filled blur to her though.
“Remember when you confessed this all to me?” Rand finally spoke.
Daisy swiped at her tears. “I do now. I’d—forgotten, but you didn’t!” Her arms tightened around his neck as she cried.
“No, I remember every minute of every sunny day we spent together. Every laugh, every moan. Each and every night we spent in each other’s arms and every sigh from your delicious lips.”
Daisy started to cry harder. “Damn man…Why did you have to go all poetic on me!” She smacked his shoulder hard as she blubbered like a young girl. “I don’t deserve a man like—”
He placed his finger over her lips. “You do. You can’t help it that I could never forget you.” He grinned and swiped at her tears with his thumb. “But, I was talking about how you said you always wondered what happened AFTER Rhett took Scarlett upstairs, remember?”
Daisy nodded.
Rand’s lips rose up into a wicked smile as he cleared his throat and spoke the lines, “I’m not kind. I’m just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return. Now, I always get paid.”
Daisy raised her hand to her forehead in mock distress. “Rand, don't. I shall faint!”
Rand glared at her. “I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for!” He kicked the double doors in front of them open.
Daisy was laughing so hard, she couldn’t breathe. She never guessed that Rand would do all of this. All f
or a memory that even, she had forgotten.
He set her down and shut the doors.
Daisy gasped as she stared around. This bedroom was as big as Mable’s entire bottom floor of the main house at the Triple K! A huge bed sat up against one wall, a full canopy bed too. Maplewood bedposts and larger than a king sized bed. “Oh!” She stared all around.
“Yes, authentic. All of it,” Rand whispered to her ear as he stood close to her.
Daisy whipped around. “You did all of this for me?”
He shrugged. “Now, Daisy girl. You have dropped out of character, my dear.”
Daisy grinned as she reached out and played with his tuxedo bow tie and pitched her voice like Scarlett’s drawl, “I can't think about that right now. If I do, I’ll go crazy. I’ll think about that tomorrow.”
He grinned back and stayed in character. “Did you ever think of marrying for fun?” He raised a dark brow at her.
Daisy rolled her eyes as she struggled to remember the answering line. Her eyes widened as it came to her. “Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men, you mean.” She waved her hands around carelessly.
“Observe my hands, my dear. I could tear you to pieces with them,” Rand replied as his eyes heated up. “But instead…”
Daisy drew a breath in as his hands reached over to her neck. Her mind grew fuzzy, as she couldn’t remember this part of the scene at all.
Rand caressed her neck and then lowered his fingers and grasped the neckline of her velvet wedding dress.
All Daisy could hear was the material ripping loudly in the large room as she closed her eyes. Oh, Lawd, he just ripped my velvet wedding dress!
Rand did a complete job too, as he tore it from her shoulders, ripping the camisole away as well.
Daisy’s shoulders tugged and jostled a bit, as he did more violent ripping while she kept her eyes closed, as she just couldn’t watch this part.
Rand lowered his hands and tore her bra away, then her lace undies too.
The cool air hit her skin as she stood in only her thigh high nylon hosiery and her shoes.
Rand grew quiet, but his breathing was definitely heavy against her neck as he stepped in close. His hands roamed along her breasts then down over her stomach as he grasped the curls over her mons and tugged.
Daisy shook from head to toe, as she grew breathless.
“Open your eyes Daze.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
“This is where we go off script and I devour you from…” He kissed her forehead “…The top of your head…” His hot hands roamed along her skin then down to her clit as he stroked it with a strong finger. “…To your sweet pussy.”
She swallowed heavily as her body shuddered.
“This is what I waited for…I will have all of you too.” His eyes blazed at her.
Oh, sweet heavens! God damn hot Leather Man! Her chest heaved as he moved her back to the bed.
After sitting her down, he took a step back and undid his tie.
Daisy stared. Oh, he is gonna strip for me! Her hands clenched at the thick velvet bedspread that lie beneath her bare bottom.
He undid his tie and tossed it to the floor. Then he removed his formal tux jacket and tossed that too.
Daisy waited impatiently. In her time at the Stud ranch, she’d seen plenty of men do this, but she’d never felt like she was going to pass out just from the anticipation of seeing all of Rand.
He removed his shirt.
There it was….that hammered chest as she always thought of it.
His eyes looked intense as he peered down at his boots.
Ahh, so this is the part where the stripping always got to a cowboy. Daisy smiled and lifted her finger in a come-hither curl.
Rand raised his brows and stepped over.
Daisy hopped up and sat him on the bed. Then she knelt down in front of him and grabbed a boot.
“Oh, fuck Daze!”
She gazed up at him in alarm. “W-what?”
He licked his lips and shook his head. “Just, you naked—kneeling at my feet and tugging at my—boot.”
Daisy grinned. “Get you right in the rocks, does it?”
He chuckled and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.
“You aren’t the only one who can fulfill fantasies Leather Man.” She stuck her breasts out and gave the boot a tug. It came off and she tossed it with thud on the floor then rolled his black sock down. Looking up, she saw his face had tensed up while his eyes blazed pure heat. Oh wow, it is getting to him. FINALLY! I can make him squirm! You know what they say about a woman who’s been cock teased. You may just find that cock swallowed whole! She snickered as her breathing picked up at just the thought of this wonderful concept. She removed the sock and reached for the other boot. She made sure to have her double D’s stuck out there for him to gander at. She tugged at the boot and her peaches bounced.
“Mmm…” Rand groaned as if he were in pain.
YES! Daisy bit at her bottom lip. Shaking my peaches does it to him every time! She smiled smugly while imagining how hard he was probably getting right about now. She rolled down the next sock down and took it off. Then she slyly leaned forward and brushed a rosy nipple across the top of his bare foot.
“Hmmm,” he growled.
She smiled, gracefully raised up and reached for his pants button. She undid it while brushing her breasts across his pant leg.
“Daze…” He groaned.
“Yes, my husband?” she asked innocently as she tugged his zipper down.
He grunted and raised his hips, so she could haul his slacks off.
Daisy then yanked them all the way to his ankles, removing them. She gave the material an exaggerated twirl and then tossed them to the clothes pile. Gazing up, she could now see the affect all her sexy tugging had on her man.
His black boxers were fully tented.
God almighty! She licked her lips as she stared. It’s gonna be a long, hard night!
Rand reached down slowly and grasped the waistband of his boxers, towing them down.
Daisy licked her lips again and was breathing heavily with anticipation. “Yes, take it all off, sexy Rand!”
He halted, then gave her that brilliant smile as he raised his hips and pulled them down.
THERE! Her tongue came out of her mouth to lick her upper lip. She gulped heavily. He’s always been well endowed and just like years ago, she would have a hard time not coming as soon as he entered her. With shaky hands, she grasped the boxers vigorously, then tore them down and over his ankles with great haste. Then without any ceremony, she tossed them over her shoulder swiftly.
Rand chuckled. “What happened to the slow and sexy way?”
Daisy stuck her peaches out proudly and exclaimed, “Fuck that!”
He laughed hardily and grabbed her up.
Daisy took a deep breath as his hard chest rubbed against her soft one. He had teased and taunted her for days now and she was finally gonna get herself some hot Rand!
He scooted back on the bed and tugged her along with him, pulling her right up on top of him.
Daisy’s eyes widened. “You mean it?”
He smirked at her and nodded. “Yes, you get to ride the leather.”
“BOY HOWDY!” she shouted with glee as she rose up and positioned herself over his now ramrod stiff cock. Gulping with anxious need, she looked down at him.
“What?” he asked. “You get to do the honors.”
Daisy nodded, as she had no words for this moment, breathing heavily she moved up a little further and took aim. Hovering over that ultimate prize, she closed her eyes and steadied herself. “I just wanted to savor this moment,” she whispered as she slowly lowered herself down to a well remembered bliss-filled feeling. She took just his tip inside and held herself aloft. “Ohhh,” she let out with ecstatic pleasure while her whole body quavered visibly. She opened her eyes to peer down at the only man on earth who ever took her breath away.
His eyes were full out blue fire n
ow as Rand grasped her hips while releasing a loud groan.
Carefully, she lowered herself just an inch more.
Rand grasped her hips tighter. “Dammit Daze!” he panted out. “I want all of you.”
“Oh, Leather Man hush now, I’m taking this ride inch by slow silky inch!” She lowered herself a little more. She could feel that throbbing tool pulsing, as he grew even harder while inside of her. She released a huge shaky breath. The other reason she took it slow was she knew she wouldn’t last a dammed second when he filled her all the way up and she wanted so badly to enjoy this moment. Twenty years is a long time to wait.
Rand growled with impatience as he tightened his grip on her hips and shoved her all the way down onto his cock.
“Ohhh!” she screamed with pleasure as his hard length went all the way to the top of her bottom. “No fair!” Her moisture slid along every delicious inch of his length.
Rand pulled her back up just as fast.
“No, n-no R-rand!”
He growled and forced her hips back down. “Yes, yes Daze!”
“B-ut I w-will…”
“Yes, yes you certainly will.” He raised her back up and then down again.
“Oh, Holy—” Her climax slammed into her. “D-dammit, R-rand!”
He laughed as he did it again harder and faster, repeatedly. “I owe you this sweet Daisy!” he stated as he jack hammered into her with a glorious skill.
“O-oh!” she shouted as she remembered the power he had, the strength to handle her like she was just a mere slip of a girl. Suddenly—she helplessly came.
“Yes, Daze, thatta girl, come on my cock.”
“Ahhh! She screamed and tilted her head back with ecstasy—as she did just that.
Rand reached up and tweaked both nipples.
“God dammit, Leather man! Have you no m-mercy in your s-soul?” She orgasmed hard as she tried to pull in another breath to cuss him out.
“There’s no mercy in me, my dear.” He repeated his pumping a few more times and then his large hard body grew rigid beneath hers as he came inside of her with a low growl.
PRELUDE TO Getting’ Hitched
They all think it’s me!
VICTORIA
Victoria had made sure all the food was lined up right on the many buffet tables out in the courtyard. She loved this wedding and after doing ten of these, she knew she’d never attended one that was so bizarre as the Plush-Monroe wedding. The horses all lined up and the hunky cowboy grooms atop them. Then the many events, such as the bride fleeing on foot, then the groom swooping down from a horse to retrieve her as her wedding dress blew in the wind. Then, the second and third parts with the horses and double riders bringing in the rest of the wedding party along with the rings? It was wild!