by S. E. Smith
Riding back to the ranch house with Jacob and Ed, he was glad to be back. He had only been gone a few hours but he found he already missed Indy. Taking care of his horse, he was walking up to the porch when Wally opened the door.
“Welcome home, Mr. Jonathan, Mr. Jacob, Mr. Ed. Welcome, welcome,” Wally said, bowing. “Wally has dinner ready. Other men have come. They are in the living room.”
“Where’s Mrs. Tucker?” Jonathan asked taking his hat off and hanging it on the hat rack next to the door.
A choked cough was his only warning before he turned to see his new wife walking down the stairs with a welcoming smile on her face. Jonathan thought his heart had stopped beating for a minute as he stared wide-eyed at his wife. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was absolutely dead.
*.*.*
Indy had pulled out the dresses and grabbing a pair of scissors, she had started to work on all of them so he couldn’t find one to push her into. She modified most of them to look like the short cowgirl dresses the girls wore to the bar she hung out at on the weekends with Allie. She cut each of them until they were just a couple of inches above the knee. She made sure it showed off her long legs. Modifying the top of the one she had chosen to wear that night had been a little tricky on such short notice. She liked the dresses with a type of vest. She quickly cut the sleeves to make most of them short sleeve. For the number she was going to wear tonight, she had left the sleeves long but had removed most of the material on the bosom so only the bottom part was left. She had left the first four buttons undone so she had plenty of cleavage showing. It was a dark green and would show off her eyes. The cut was perfect for showing off her large breasts and narrow waist. She actually liked the high top shoes she found in the trunk. They were kind-of sexy and made her legs look longer than they really were with the slight heel on them. Pulling on her thong and bra, she looked like she was going out with Aleaha, Allie, and the boys on a Saturday night. She didn’t have any make-up but the afternoon of love making had put a rosy glow on her face. She piled her hair up in a funky, sexy knot leaving strands of autumn colored hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders. She looked like she was ready to go dancing – in 2013.
“Hi Jonathan, did you get a chance to check out the horses this afternoon?” Indy asked as she did her best impression of a beauty queen walking down the staircase of a Miss Universe Beauty Pageant. She walked up to the men who were staring at her in a daze, giving them a huge smile before she leaned up and placed a light kiss on Jonathan’s cheek. “How was the rest of your day, Jonathan?” She asked with a satisfied twinkle in her eyes as she turned to give Jacob a kiss as well.
Let him chew on this, she thought silently.
“What…?” Jonathan choked out looking at Indy as she lifted one, very well defined leg up as she kissed Jacob on the cheek. “What are you wearing?” He asked hoarsely.
“Why, don't you recognize it? It's your mother’s dress. You did say you wanted me to wear dresses, didn’t you?” Indy asked innocently.
Jacob choked back a laugh. “I don’t ever remember mother wearing that one. Wait a minute, now I do. I think she wore that one to church on Sundays.” Jacob couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Yes, maybe he didn’t need to be envious of his brother after all. He had a feeling his brother had met his match.
“You look absolutely beautiful, Indy. I really like what you’ve done to the dress. I have to say it never looked that good on our mother,” Jacob said grinning down at her.
Indy laughed, twirling around. The movement caused the skirt to fly up dangerously high. All the men groaned as it settled back down in fluttering waves just above her knees.
“Do you really? I’m glad because I modified all the dresses so they would fit me just like this one,” Indy said, emphasizing the word ‘all’ so Jonathan would understand she was not about to be told what to do or what to wear.
“Indiana, my office now,” Jonathan choked out in a low voice.
She raised her eyebrow at him in challenge. “But, what about dinner? You can’t just leave your guests standing around,” she pointed out as she crossed her arms in front of her and looked pointedly at the men standing around in the living room. Not a one of them looked like they were the least bit interested in eating dinner, at least not the dinner Wally had to offer.
“To hell with dinner,” Jonathan growled out through clenched teeth. He gripped Indy’s elbow in a firm grasp wishing it was her neck. “My office…. Now!”
Indy smiled in triumph at seeing Jonathan lose his cool even as a shiver ran down her spine at the heated look in his eyes. His look was nothing like the ones Hayden gave her. She waved to the dazed men watching the scene unfolding before them in bemusement. Jacob was grinning like an idiot, his eyes glued to Indy’s legs and ass. All he could think about was if she was wearing the undergarments Jonathan had told him about under her dress or not? Groaning, he looked at the other men staring after Jonathan and Indy before heading for the decanter sitting on the low table.
“I don’t know about you gentlemen, but I could really use a drink,” Jacob said to a chorus of agreement.
*.*.*
Jonathan barely made it through the door before he pushed Indy up against it and crushed her lips with his. It had taken every bit of self discipline he had to make it as far as his office. When he saw her coming down the staircase, her long legs bare for all to see and her hair flowing down her back like he had just made love to her, he had felt ready to explode. Damned if he could look at her without getting hard, especially now that he knew what she was like when he made love to her.
Reaching up under the short dress, he felt her mound. He couldn’t hold back the groan when he found it was hot and swollen. He impatiently pushed the material from her lacy panties to one side so he could slide his finger into her to see if she was ready for him. Finding her wet and slick, he moaned softly as he buried his finger as deep as it would go into her hot vaginal channel. He knew he was going to take her hard and fast again. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Indy muttered incoherently as she felt him pulling her panties aside and pushing his thick finger into her. She fumbled with the front of his pants unable to stand the idea of not being able to touch him as he was touching her. As mad as she was at him earlier for forcing her to wear a dress, she had no complaints right now. Finally getting the buttons of his pants undone, she pushed his pants down as far as she could before grabbing his throbbing cock in her hand. God, he was so thick. She could barely wrap her fingers around him.
“Lift me up,” Indy whispered as she ran little kisses up and down his jaw. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she repeated her demand in a voice that was a little more desperate than before. “Lift me up now, Jonathan.”
Jonathan groaned again as he pressed Indy into the door of his office. Lifting her up by the waist, he shuddered as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and reached down to guide him toward her hot, slick mound. Neither one of them could suppress the shuddering groan that escaped as she slid down onto his hard length.
“Shit Indy,” Jonathan moaned softly. He thrust his hips up hard impaling her as she clung to him. Thrusting up over and over, he breathed in the scent of their arousal. It was enough to make him grow even harder.
“Jonathan,” Indy whimpered, clutching his shoulders as she rose up and then dropped down on to his thick cock as he thrust upward.
“You are fucking mine!” Jonathan grunted out as he pushed harder and faster into her. He gripped her hips, his fingers holding her steady as he felt the burning start deep down and begin to build with a relentless pressure.
Indy held on as he pounded into her with a savage need that scorched her from the inside out. She felt her own climax surge through her as he rose up, pushing deeply into her body. Letting out a soft, long cry, she jerked as her body shattered. She arched back against the door as her orgasm swept through her body, leaving her shaking from the intensity. Her fingers dug into his sho
ulders as she tried to hang on as the fierce surge of the release sucked every ounce of her strength from her.
Jonathan heard Indy’s cry a moment before he felt the hot walls of her vagina clamp down around him. He fought against his own urge to come. He wanted her. He wanted all of her. He pushed one hand against the door as he kicked off the pants around his ankles. He wound his arms tightly around her, carrying her over to his desk as she lay draped against him. Clenching his teeth together, he lifted her off of his hard cock, ignoring her startled cry of dismay as he did. Setting her down, he had to hold her as her knees gave out.
Jonathan wasn’t done yet. As far as he was concerned he had just started. He swept one arm out knocking items off the desk so he could bend her over it.
Turning her around so her back was to him, Jonathan spoke hoarsely. “Bend over the desk. Now, Indy,” he begged in a deep, desperate voice.
Indy was still dazed from her climax. Unsure of what was happening but wanting to feel the utopia only he could bring her, she did as he asked. Bending over the desk, she held the top part of her body up by her elbows while she looked at him over her shoulder. A weak, satisfied smile curved her lips as her head drooped.
Jonathan grabbed the short dress by the hem and lifted it up so it draped across Indy’s back. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her bare ass. He looked at Indy again. He wanted her and he planned on taking her.
“Mine,” he said as he rubbed the pale globes of her ass.
Indy groaned and pushed up against his hand. “Yours. Fuck me, Jonathan, make me yours,” she whispered huskily.
Jonathan’s eyes flared with passion at the raw words coming out of her mouth. He gripped her hips again and thrust into her without warning, pushing her tight against the edge of his desk. He knew he should probably take it slower. He should give her more time to adjust to the demands he wanted to make on her and her body but he couldn’t. He needed her too much. He had never felt this way before. He was thrusting into her hard, pushing as deep as he could go. Indy lowered her head gripping the desk as Jonathan took her.
“I want you so badly, Indy. I don’t want to hurt you. But, I want to fuck you,” Jonathan said through gritted teeth. “I need you so much,” he admitted. “You make me feel things that I don’t understand but I need you.”
The waves of heat caused by his words and the rhythm of his body sliding in and out of hers was causing her own body to react. “I don’t understand this either but I need you too,” Indy whimpered.
She tightened her grip along the edges of the desk, thankful for its support because there was no way she could have held herself up. She dropped her forehead down onto the desk and cried out loudly as her body tightened around his again as the friction between them became unbearable. The orgasm that gripped her was pulled from the depths of her soul and she sobbed as it exploded.
Jonathan thrust one more time into her, letting his orgasm take over as he spilled his seed deep into her womb. He held himself still, his eyes closed, as he pulsed deeply into her body. It was only when his shaking legs couldn’t hold him up straight anymore that he bent over, folding his long length over her smaller one.
“I love you, Indiana,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against the side of her neck.
*.*.*
Folding his arms around her, Jonathan slowly straightened. He carefully pulled out of her, afraid he had been too demanding. He ran a brief kiss over her shoulder as she whimpered. Picking her up in his arms, he walked over to the long sofa on shaky legs. Was it only this morning he had tied her up so he could marry her? It was hard to believe so much had happened in such a short amount of time. He felt like she had always been a part of his life.
Indy ran her hand up under Jonathan’s shirt loving the feel of his strong, broad chest under her hands. She skimmed her fingers through the light coating of hair, enjoying the feeling of it as much as just being held by him. In his arms, she didn’t worry about Hayden or the future. She felt safe.
“So, do you like the dress?” Indy murmured, brushing a kiss along his throat.
Jonathan shook his head and chuckled. “Too much. You know I can’t allow you to wear one like this. I’d have to kill every man who looked at you in it, including my own brother.”
Indy sighed deeply. “Well, if you make me wear one this is what it is going to be like. I’ll cut every damn one this short or shorter. I told you, I don’t wear dresses,” she said, snuggling even closer as the chill in the room mixed with the damp sweat from their lovemaking.
He pulled her closer against his warm body. He was still trying to wrap his brain around how to handle the wild spirit that was his little wife. If she was from the future, and he was beginning to believe she had to be as he had never met another woman like her, then he was going to have to figure out how to work and live with her because there was no way he was ever going to let her go.
Indy pulled away and looked up at him with a mischievous grin. “You have to admit shorter dresses make it easier to fool around. Who knows, I could wear them with nothing underneath and you could come up behind me like you just did and we could…” she never got a chance to finish what she was saying.
Jonathan groaned and crushed her lips under his even as his cock jerked to attention again. She was definitely going to be the death of him at this rate. The idea of being able to come up at any time, lift her dress, and take her from behind had his imagination going into overdrive.
He reluctantly pulled back so he could rest his forehead against hers. “What am I going to do with you?” He groaned softly.
She pulled her head back far enough so she could study his face for a moment. “Jonathan, I won’t be told what to do or be controlled. As long as I’m here we have to be partners. I was born on a ranch and it is all I know. Let me be who I am. If you don’t, you will be no different than Hayden,” Indy said softly, pressing her hand against his cheek and looking deeply into his eyes.
A shiver ran down his spine at her words. “What do you mean as long as you’re here? Where the hell do you think you would be going? And who in the hell is Hayden? Why are you afraid of him finding you?” Jonathan asked with a dark frown, pulling up so he could sit on the sofa.
Indy scooted back and sat up as well. She pulled her dress down around her and bit her lower lip trying to think about how she could reply to his questions. She owed him the truth. If she was truly in the past, surely there was no way Hayden could touch her. She was finally safe. Relaxing into the corner of the couch, she watched Jonathan as he rose and walk over to where his pants lay crumpled on the floor near the door. Her eyes followed his every movement, enjoying the view of his tight ass as he bent over and the taut muscles of his strong legs. She didn’t even remember him taking his boots off. She wondered how he managed that little feat during the time they were making love. She flushed when he turned around and stared at her, a small knowing smile curving his lips. She drew in a deep breath and slowly began explaining how she had come to be on the Twin Rivers Ranch.
Folding her hands tightly together in her lap, she sighed as she thought about her brothers. “I have three older brothers. Hayden is the oldest, followed by Gus and Matthew. They are all over twenty years older than I am. I was a surprise to my parents. Anyway, I was born and spent my life up until a couple months ago on the Wild Ranch in the state of Montana. The ranch belonged to my grandparents. It was to go to my parents then my brothers and me. Ten years ago my grandmother and parents were killed in a car accident.” Indy noticed Jonathan’s frown at the mention of the word ‘car’.
Sighing again, Indy briefly tried to explain. “We get around using a machine called an automobile. It is like your wagons only it has an engine and four wheels so you don’t need horses,” she said, wishing there was an easier way to help him understand what she was saying. Jonathan frowned as he tried to picture what she was saying. She shook her own head. “I have pictures of them on my iPod. When you return my belongings to me from w
herever you put them I can show you one plus some other things that might help you understand what my life was like before I came here,” she explained.
Jonathan walked over and sat down next to her on the couch. Lifting her slender fingers in his hands, he noticed they were trembling. He tugged gently on her hand, letting her know that he wanted to hold her close as she told him more.
Indy rose up far enough that he could slide under her. She released a shuddering breath as she felt his strong, warm arms circle her shivering body. He pulled her close, running his hand up and down her back tenderly.
“Go on,” he encouraged quietly.
She relaxed back against him, laying her head on his chest. “My grandfather raised me after that. It was just the two of us. We were very close. Almost a year ago my grandfather had a stroke. Hayden flew out for a couple of weeks. It was the first time since our parents died that he returned to the ranch. I didn’t realize he had an ulterior motive for coming,” she paused as she remembered the feeling of betrayal. A tear slid down her cheek as she remembered sitting day and night next to her vibrant grandfather and watching the spark slowly fade from him. “Hayden is a high power attorney out in California. He had my grandfather sign a letter giving him Power of Attorney over his assets. When grandpa died, Hayden sold the ranch out from under me,” she turned her face into Jonathan’s chest, breathing in his familiar scent while she tried to get her emotions back under control.