Daddy's Little Bride

by Roberts, Laylah

  As they stepped into the church, she saw everyone stand. They all turned to look at her. Faces smiling. Everyone she loved and cared about. Her gaze went past them all, to the end. There stood Clint, his gaze firmly fixed on her. Love shining from his face.

  And the last of the nerves dropped away. Her gaze ran over Kent. Then fell to where Eden sat in her chair next to him. It seemed right. All of the Jensens beaming, waiting to welcome her fully into their family.

  Where she was supposed to be.

  * * *

  Clint twirled Charlie around in his arms.

  He saw Kent making a move towards him and he bared his teeth, growling as he clasped her close.

  “Clint? What’s wrong?”

  “They keep stealing you from me,” he complained. “You’re my bride. They should dance with their own women.”

  Kent grew closer.

  “Mine,” Clint snapped at his brother.

  “But I just want one dance with my new sister-in-law.” Kent’s face was serious, but Clint saw the laughter dancing in his eyes. Bastard was having a great time.

  “No. Go away.”

  “Clint,” Charlie protested, but he could hear the amusement in her voice. He turned her another way. Dancing wasn’t really his thing, but if he didn’t dance with her every other bastard here would have her up dancing with them.

  He wanted her with him.

  “This is the one day I get to be selfish.”

  That made her giggle. “Really? The one day.”

  “Why, wife of mine, are you trying to say that I am usually selfish?” He drew back to glance down at her.

  “No, not me.” She shook her head but her eyes twinkled. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly.

  “Have I told you how beautiful you are, yet?”

  “Only about a thousand times. But I could hear it again.”

  “Most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. You look like a princess, only better.”

  “Better?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Better. Because you’re my princess.”

  * * *

  Fatigue was weighing her down as they parked outside the house. They were due to leave in the morning to drive to Bozeman then catch a flight out to Houston.

  She couldn’t wait. Two whole weeks with her new husband. He held onto her hand firmly as they climbed the steps. When they reached the top, he swept her up into his arms.

  “Clint!” she squealed.

  “Isn’t this tradition?” he asked as he shuffled her weight around so he could open the front door. “Carrying the bride over the threshold?”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing nothing she said would get him to put her down. And besides, she didn’t actually want him to.

  He pushed the door shut. It locked automatically behind them. He stopped by the alarm pad so she could turn it on then he swiftly made his way up the stairs to their bedroom.

  When they reached the bed, he sat then lay back with her sprawled on top of him.

  She giggled. “Tired?”

  “Exhausted.” He closed his eyes. She moved so she was straddling him, her big skirt billowing around them.

  “I guess I’ll have to take care of you tonight, then.”

  He opened one eye, peering up at her. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  He’d taken off his jacket when they were dancing. He must have left it somewhere as she hadn’t seen it since. She slowly undid the buttons on his waistcoat. She didn’t know how long he would let her take control, since Clint was a dominant guy. But she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

  Once his waistcoat was open, she started in on his shirt, slowly revealing his perfect chest. Leaning down, she licked at his nipple.

  “Baby,” he groaned.

  “Thank you for the most perfect wedding, Mr. Jensen.”

  “You did most of it, Mrs. Jensen.”

  “But you took over when I couldn’t finish it. I mean it, Clint. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more.”

  “I’m glad.” He gave her a soft smile. Then he sat up and deposited her on her feet. “Now, turn around so we can get this dress off. I want to see my baby.”

  She grinned. And there he was. Her bossy man. Her protective Daddy. Her husband.

  His hands damn near shook as he undid the ties of her corset. Christ, whoever made this dress must be having a laugh, thinking about how hard it was going to be to get the bride out of it.

  Eventually, he had it loose enough that it slid to the floor. Now all she was dressed in was a pair of panties. He turned her with light pressure on her hips.

  “No bra?”

  She shook her head. “No need with the corset.”

  “Damn, baby.” He leaned in and took one perfect, pink nipple into his mouth, suckling on it.

  She let out a small gasp, her hands moving to his head to hold him there.

  He let her nipple slide free then moved to the other breast. His hands reached around and grasped hold of her ass, massaging the firm cheeks.

  “Oh. Yes. Clint.”

  He loved the husky note of pleasure in her voice. Knowing that he had done that to her.

  It was just plain hot.

  He slid a finger over her panties. They were soaked through. His baby needed him.

  “Move back, baby, and take off those panties.”

  She took two steps back and drew her panties down her legs, throwing them to one side.

  “Turn around,” he commanded. He needed to be in control. Lucky for him, that was what she needed as well.

  She turned slowly, showing him every inch of her beautiful body. When she made a full circle, he gave her a smile. “Perfect.”

  A light blush tinted her cheeks.

  He stood then pointed to the bed. “Sit there.”

  She gave him a curious look before sitting on the mattress. He turned, spreading her legs wide before he knelt. Her pussy was right there.

  Plump. Pink. Sweet.

  “Lie back,” he told her. “I want to eat my wife out.”

  She gave a visible shiver that just pushed his arousal higher. His body flooded with heat. He stood abruptly and she looked up at him with wide eyes. He drew off the waistcoat and shirt.

  “Too hot,” he said gruffly.

  Lying back on the bed, she stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. “This is my first time watching my husband undress.”

  He grinned as he reached for his pants, undoing them and pulling them down. “Is it any different?”

  “Oh yes,” she said. “He’s mine now.”

  “I was always yours, baby. From the moment you drove through that gate.”

  “Even though you thought I was going to be a man,” she replied with a grin.

  “Best mistake to ever happen to me.”

  Finally, he was naked. He stood there for a moment as her gaze ran over him. She tried to sit but he shook his head.

  “No, lie back down. It’s my turn right now.”

  She rolled her eyes but lay back as he knelt once more. He placed her legs over his shoulders and leaned in to take a long, slow lick of her pussy.

  Fuck. Yes.

  He moved his tongue all over her slick lips, drinking her down. Her small noises of pleasure spurred him on. He thrust a finger deep inside her pussy, feeling her clench down on him as a cry erupted from her lips. He toyed with her clit as he drove one finger, then two, in and out of her passage.

  Just as he heard her breath hitch, as he felt her thighs start to tremble, he drew away.

  “Noo,” she moaned. “I was so close.”

  He grinned. That was the point. He let her legs slide down off his shoulders. “Roll over, onto your knees, chest against the bed. Legs spread wide again.”

  Waiting until she was in position, he took a moment to drink in his full of her. Then he slapped a hand down on her ass, watching as his red hand-print appeared on her white skin.

  “Hey!” She glared at him over her shoulder.

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bsp; “What?” He gave her an innocent look. “Isn’t it tradition to spank the bride?”

  “It is not.”

  “Hmm.” He rubbed the red spot. “Guess I’ll have to do something else with this ass then.”

  Her eyes widened, but he saw the need filling her face. Walking over to the bedside table, he opened it, pulling out some lube and one of her plugs. After making certain that the plug was coated in lube, he strode back to stand behind her.

  “Deep breath in, baby,” he instructed as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the plug to her puckered hole. He heard her breathe in. “Now out.” He pushed the plug forward as she let her breath out. His balls ached with need. Christ, she was gorgeous. When the plug was fully inside her, with just the flared end poking out, he stepped back.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Wait there. Do not move.”

  Clint washed his hands quickly in the bathroom. He took his time as he walked back across the bedroom, staring down at the gorgeous sight she made. Her bottom poking out, the end of the plug visible from between her plump cheeks.

  He stepped up behind her, grasping hold of her hips and drawing her back against him. His cock slid along her slick lips. He nudged at her clit, hardening even further at her pleasure-filled gasp.

  “Ready for me, baby?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  He pressed his dick inside her, inching his way forward. She was tighter due to the plug. And it felt so fucking good.

  “God. Looking at you, coming down that aisle, a fucking vision, I went instantly hard. Haven’t gone down all night. Been fucking painful as hell. But baby, there has never been a more beautiful bride than you.”

  He thrust back and forth as he spoke. Then he pulled himself completely free of her slick passage. It was hard. So hard.

  She groaned. “No, don’t leave!”

  He gave her other cheek a sharp slap. “Roll over onto your back. I want to watch my wife while I’m fucking her.”

  Immediately, she rolled onto her back. He grasped her around the hips and pulled her up so he could penetrate her.

  He closed his eyes in pleasure, his heart racing, breath pounding.

  “Clint? You okay?”

  “Yeah, baby. You just feel so good.”

  “I know. So do you.”

  He moved one hand to her clit, flicking it firmly. Her pussy clenched down on him.

  “Baby, don’t do that! I’m so close to coming.”

  Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. “Me too. Please. Oh, please.”

  “Come, baby. Let me hear my wife scream as I pleasure her.” He was never going to tire of hearing that word.

  Wife.

  Mine.

  He firmly toyed with her clit until she clenched down hard. Her scream filled the room. He lost control, driving himself into her again and again until his own orgasm rushed over him, through him and his shout of pleasure mingled with hers.

  As they lay in bed later on, after he’d cleaned both of them up, with her snuggled into his side, he kissed the top of her head.

  “Best day,” he muttered. “Good night, my darling wife.”

  10

  “Come on, little darling. We’re going to be late.”

  “But I thought we didn’t have to be at the airport until later on this afternoon, Daddy,” Charlie said as she took his hand. Where was their luggage? Did they have to go right now?

  “We’re not leaving yet. I have a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise? What sort of surprise?”

  “It’s a wedding present. For my little darling.”

  A wedding present? Was she supposed to get him one? Worry filled her. He must have noticed she had grown tense because he paused then turned her towards him. He tilted up her face with his hand on her chin.

  “What’s wrong? This is something fun. It’s not supposed to worry you.”

  She bit her lip. “I didn’t get you anything.”

  He cupped her face. “Little darling, since when do you worry about what you get for Daddy? Besides, you did give me something. You.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Not sure that’s such a great present.”

  His face filled with warmth. “It’s the best present I’ve ever received. Now, come on. Let’s get you dressed warm. I need to show you.”

  After helping her put on her jacket, hat, gloves and scarf, he led her out of the house. They walked towards the barn, but then veered off towards the right. She blinked as they walked around a corner. On a cleared piece of land there was…

  “A playground?” she asked, pausing. It looked like a playground and yet something was different about it. Everything seemed bigger than it should be.

  Colorful rubber tiles had been laid down over a large area. There were two wooden structures with roofs on them. Like cubby houses. They even had red windows that looked like they opened and shut.

  One structure had a green slide, the other had a yellow one and there was a red tunnel going between them. A set of stairs led up to each little house. But there was also a climbing wall and a fireman’s pole.

  There were two sets of swings off to one side. One with baby seats where you could slot your legs into holes and one that held normal swings. Both had bigger seats than you might see in a child’s playground.

  There was even a sandpit, although it didn’t look quite finished.

  It all looked amazing.

  “There’s some more things coming like a see-saw and some twirling thing that I’m sure is gonna make everyone sick. And the sandpit needs to be finished off. We didn’t have time for that.”

  She looked up at Clint. “You did this? When? Why?”

  “Well, I didn’t really do it. I organized it. With some help from the others.” He waved his hand and she saw their friends walking towards them. Bear held Ellie’s hand as she skipped along, talking excitedly.

  Jed had his arm around Daisy. Abby and Kent were talking to them. Abby was smiling at something Daisy was telling her. Caley walked between her two Docs, grinning up at Archer. Doc was frowning, probably grumbling about the potential of broken bones and scrapped knees. Caley said something back to him and Archer burst into laughter. Doc waggled his finger at her then leaned in and kissed the top of her head. Macca and Gigi were slower. He was pointing something out to her and she was nodding.

  Last were Ari and Bain. Ari was on Bain’s back and smiling widely. Charlie felt herself smiling as well. “You had this built for us?”

  “Same guy that made the rocking horse for Gigi, makes playgrounds for Littles. He had the main structure already built. We just needed to make an area and put down the rubber tiles. He did most of the rest.”

  “It…it’s amazing, Clint.”

  “We wanted an area for you all to play. Maybe not in winter so much. But come summer time, we thought it would be a fun place for you all to play. It’s set back here so if there’s any visitors to the ranch, which doesn’t happen often, it will be out of their sight. We’ll put up some picnic tables. Maybe set up an outdoor kitchen. What do you think?”

  She turned to him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I think it’s amazing. I think you’re amazing.”

  To her shock, a hint of red entered his cheeks. “Just want you to be happy, little darling.”

  “I am.”

  There was a squeal and she turned to see Ellie going down the slide. Abby and Gigi were hanging back slightly, but Ari and Caley were being pushed on the swings by Bain and Archer. Doc was standing and watching everyone closely, that scowl still on his face. Daisy was moving up the climbing wall with Jed hovering close by, his arms out as though to catch her if she fell.

  “Come on, Charlie! Come play!” Ellie called.

  “I’m getting a pathway put in so Zeke can wheel Eden out. She’s not quite sure about it, though.”

  She nodded. She didn’t want Eden to miss out. But she was often more reserved about showing her Little side than the others.

 
; “Charlie!” Daisy called from the top of one of the cubby houses. “Gigi! Abby! Come play!”

  “Do I have time, Daddy?” she asked, bouncing up and down with excitement.

  He smiled down at her, kissing her forehead. “You do. I’ll give you a ten-minute warning before we have to head to the house and get ready.”

  He turned her, slapping her ass. “Go. Have fun with your friends. Don’t forget to come back when Daddy calls, though. Remember, that paddle is coming on our honeymoon with us.”

  She groaned but ran off with a laugh, her soul light. She was happy. Safe. Loved.

  Daddy in Cowboy Boots

  Blurb:

  Linc liked an uncomplicated life.

  He didn’t need much. A cold beer after a hard day’s work. A comfy bed. Good food. And a soft, sweet woman. A Little he could coddle, love and discipline.

  When he met Marisol, he thought he’d finally found her.

  Hmm . . . remember that uncomplicated life he enjoyed?

  Turns out that Mari’s life is anything but simple.

  And if Linc thought that having the sheriff interested in his woman was going to be his biggest problem?

  Well, he needed to think again . . .

  Excerpt:

  “Not sure. That’s a loaded question. Tell me, did you have any intention of calling me?”

  “Calling you?”

  “Yes. Ed said he found you walking along the side of the road, in the dark, no jacket and a backpack on. He said that you were trembling, upset, that clearly something had happened.”

  Drat Ed anyway.

  “He’s a big old tattletale.”

  “Did you just call Ed a tattletale? Marisol, this isn’t a joke. This is serious.”

  Oh, she didn’t like him calling her by her full name.

  He gave her a stern look. “What were you planning on doing if Ed wasn’t there? Would you have called me then? Or were you planning on walking all the way into town, in the dark and cold? Would you have called me when you got to town? The next morning? At all?”