Wildflower

by Lynda Bailey

  He came with the force of a deadly twister. A groan blistered his throat as his seed, hot and pulsing, filled her pussy.

  Spurted up to her womb. Up to her soul.

  Making her his.

  Wave after wave of ecstasy hurled through him. Eternal minutes passed, but still he pumped his hips. Wanting to give more.

  All that he had. All that he was.

  Finally, he collapsed. Cheek to cheek, he heard nothing over his thunderous heartbeat in his ears. In a slow, languid move, he rose up and took her lips in a soft kiss. A tender confirmation of the love he had for her. He shifted, but her legs clamped tight around his waist.

  “Where are you going?” her sated voice demanded.

  “There are chores to do.” He kissed her again. “You stay put. I’ll join you later.” He moved, but her legs clenched tighter.

  “Stay with me.” Her mouth whispered across his. “I love the feel of you on top of me. Inside me.”

  He hesitated, an odd catch in his chest. “You sure?”

  “Yes.” She sipped at his lips. “It feels decadent to be in bed when the sun’s up doesn’t it?”

  After another moment’s pause, he nestled into the crook of her neck with a contented sigh. Her hands stroked up his back and down along his arms.

  It was the middle of the day, chores needed to be done and he didn’t care. His eyes drifted shut. Decadent? To say the least.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Matt woke slowly, leisurely, happiness humming in her veins.

  Logan’s leg was thrown over both of hers and his arm across her chest with his face nuzzled to her neck, joy blanketed her as surely as her husband’s body.

  He slept on, his breathing even and steady. It was still daytime, though the light filtering through her curtains was waning. She stared at the shadows playing along the ceiling and stroked a light hand over his arm.

  Every solid plane, every outline of every muscle of his body pressed against her. Hard, firm. She luxuriated in the sinewy feel.

  The memory of his cock inside her, his seed filling her—maybe even giving her his child—shimmered in her heart. Made her whole. She inhaled a breath, surprised that it was shaky.

  An invisible weight seemed to have lifted from her shoulders. Not even the dream with her parents had expunged the loneliness she’d carried all her life. But the well of loneliness she thought would haunt her forever, was forever filled. Replaced by belonging. With this man.

  He stirred on a drowsy moan. His soft lips moved along her jaw and up to her cheek as his large hand wrapped around her breast. His finger and thumb played with a nipple. Anticipation purred in through her body.

  He snapped upright. “What’s wrong?” His demanding voice knifed her euphoria.

  “What? Nothing.”

  “Why are you crying?”

  She touched her face, not realizing she was. Before she could answer him, he shifted away from her. “I hurt you, didn’t I? Damn it. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She tightened her arms to keep him close. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  His sour look said he didn’t believe her. “Then why are you crying?”

  She caressed the back of her hand down his cheek. “Because I’m happy.” She urged his mouth closer to hers. “So very, very happy.”

  The worry eased from his features. “You sure?”

  “Oh, yes,” she murmured just before their lips meshed in a loving accord.

  She reached down and closed her hand around the velvet heat of his hard cock with a gentle squeeze. His choked groan thumped the edges of her womb, fanning her desire quickly to life. He rolled on top of her as his mouth and tongue turned ravishing. He buried his hand between her legs. His fingers touched, stroked, promised.

  She rubbed her palm along the length of his shaft then circled her thumb around the head. Moisture from the tip dampened the pad. She wanted to taste it. Wanted his cock in her mouth. Oh, she wanted that bad. She pulled away. “Roll onto your back.”

  “Why?” he asked before his lips latched onto a nipple.

  “Because I want to taste you. Feel you against my tongue.”

  He looked at her, his face flushed, even in the fading light. Harsh lines carved his features. A shiver scurried down her spine. Without a word, he positioned himself on his back and she nipped his chin and neck. Scooting lower, she ringed her tongue around each of his nipples. His legs twitched restlessly as his hands mussed her short hair. She journeyed downward, across the flatness of his belly until she was kneeling between his muscled legs, his broad cock right in front of her face.

  She looked up at him. His heavy eyebrows shielded his eyes, yet she could see the bright pinpoints of dark, hungry desire shining in them. Not breaking eye contact, she slowly drew her tongue along the underside of his shuddering cock.

  He clenched his jaw and fisted the bed sheets in his hands. A smile curved her lips. Her husband was trying so hard to control himself. But she didn’t want him in control. She wanted him wild with wanting. Untamed. Just as she was, every time he touched her.

  She tormented him with a few more long licks before sliding her lips over the burgeoning head the way she knew he loved. His deep, growling grumble was her reward.

  Feminine power imbued her. She grasped the base of his cock while tonguing the tip. She licked and sucked until his hips bounced to the tempo of her bouncing her head. His hoarse moans were the only sounds she heard. His salty, thick cock grew saltier and thicker against her tongue. The only thing that mattered was him coming in her mouth.

  Excitement rippled through her pussy at the thought of his hot seed gushing into her mouth. She wanted to drink him dry. Suddenly, he seized her arms and yanked her up his body. “No—”

  His mouth cut off her objection. The kiss was ferocious in its possessiveness. He jerked her away. “I want you to ride me.”

  Dazed, she just stared. “What?”

  Strong hands directed her legs to straddle his hips. “You’re gonna ride me, sweetheart. Ride me like your damn horse.”

  His rough, grating voice tore at her senses. Heighten them. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, but would do anything to please Logan. “Tell me what to do.”

  “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

  She did and he held his large shaft in one hand while guiding her hips with his other.

  “Ease onto my cock.”

  She lowered down and the mushroomed head pushed into her body. She closed her eyes, captivated by the divine sensation of his solid, hard length penetrating her body.

  “Now, watch.”

  Her eyes sprang open. “Watch?”

  He nodded, the lines on his face harsher, more dangerous. “Watch me come into your pussy. See how you take me. All of me. See what you do to me.”

  The raw need in his voice sizzled across her skin and her intimate muscles clenched. She tipped her head down. The sight of his heavily crowned member disappearing between her legs quickened her already erratic heart rate.

  Her tender flesh stretched and pulled to accommodate his enlarged cock. The pressure started mild, but intensified. Grew stronger. Rougher. Her body jolted at the burning pleasure and her legs shook with the strain as he continued the steady upward force into her. Filling her. Making her burn. Breathless, she fought for air.

  When a ray of light could no longer pass between their bodies, she stilled. Her panting echoed in her ears. She flexed her fingers into his shoulders and shifted her knees. The sensation of Logan being inside her was almost too much for her to accept. It was too glorious. Too wondrous.

  “Now what?” she asked on a weak whimper.

  He intertwined her fingers with his. Held them out to the side. “Now ride me, sweetheart. Just like a stallion.”

  With his guidance, she lifted up. Tortured bliss wracked her nerve endings at the feel of his fat cock rubbing the sensitive skin of her pussy. She dropped down. The burning delight made her head swim. Her movements were jerky, unsure, but she soon
caught the cadence. She threw her head back and reveled in the feel of her hips moving in perfect harmony to his.

  “Watch me, sweetheart,” he ground out. “Watch me make love to you.”

  Her breath caught in her throat at his anguished whisper. She looked down as their bodies separated. Moisture clung to his cock and her mouth watered to lick it clean. His hips tilted up as she pushed down. The repeated tempo stayed slow and easy.

  He paused, his knees bent, his feet digging into the mattress for purchase. “Can you feel me, sweetheart?” His rough growl quaked through her. “Feel me inside you?” His hips pulsed up and her womb throbbed.

  “Yes.” She churned her hips against his, clutched her pussy muscles. “Can you feel that?”

  His expression tightened. “Hell, yeah.”

  Their movements picked up speed. Faster and deeper. She slammed down onto his cock as he drove up to meet her.

  Tension built inside her. Spread through her body. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Only feel the wonder of her husband pumping and plunging deep inside her as she rode him.

  He thrashed beneath her, the sound of their hips slapping together spurring her to go faster and faster. She became ruthless in her desire for more. More of Logan. More of his cock surging into her.

  There was no telling where she ended and he began. They were two bodies moving in perfect unity. A rider and her horse. A man and his wife.

  She cried out his name. He barked hers.

  A cornucopia of light blasted behind her closed eyelids. Lightning slashed through her brain. Brilliant and white hot. The force building was overwhelming. It consumed her. Flamed her. Ecstasy roared up to sear her essence. Her very soul.

  She propelled herself downward to meet him, violent in her need. She wanted closer. She wanted inside him. To be with him always and forever.

  Because she was his. And he was hers.

  That reality shattered her. Spiraled her out of control. She arched her back, her muscles gripping his cock like a closed fist.

  He released her hands and gripped her pelvis. “Ah, sweetheart!”

  Logan pitched upward one last, hard time. She crumpled to his heaving chest, her hands clinging to his shoulders for dear life as his seed erupted from him and into her.

  The epic storm of pleasure was endless, yet over much too soon. He continued to pump his hips up. The feel of his cock on her delicate skin scampered chills over her skin.

  He rubbed her back. “You’re cold.”

  “Don’t care,” she muttered into his chest, too exhausted to even lift her head.

  Somehow he squirmed and wiggled, without moving her off him, until the quilt covered them. He tipped her face to his and kissed her then cuddled her head back to his shoulder.

  “We should get up,” she muttered into his neck.

  “We will.” He yawned. “Later.”

  “But the chores—”

  “Can wait.” He kissed her again and together, they slept.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next morning, Logan woke with Matt’s body draped across his.

  He traced a palm over her hair, careful not to disturb her, and closed his eyes. The memories of last night rolled over him, through him. Made him hard. Again.

  The unashamed way she reacted to his touch. The feel of her body taking him in. The way she had ridden him. It all emphasized something he’d discovered long ago. His wife was the strongest person he’d ever known. Stronger than him in so many ways. Gutsy. She’d been ready to leave everything she knew to go out into the world alone. Maybe because she’d always felt alone here. No longer, he vowed. He’d make sure she never felt alone again.

  Because she was his. All his.

  His cock hardened in wanting. But above his physical response to her, a profound sense of awe gripped him. Humbled him. Having been given the choice of leaving or staying, she’d chosen to stay. With him.

  Him.

  The enormity of her decision swelled in his chest, pressing his heart against his ribs. He would never to take that for granted. Never take her for granted. He would do all that he could, and more, to guarantee his wife—not for one single moment of one single day—ever had cause to regret this decision.

  One hand continued the easy stroking of her hair as he tucked his other behind his head. They would use the money from the sale of the Standing T to travel north. Maybe to the Dakotas like he originally planned. They’d find a piece of land and start anew. It would take time, years in fact and it would be hard, but they would build a good spread. Together.

  She stirred beside him, burrowing a bit closer to his side. His prick pulsed. As difficult as it was, he ignored the sensation. Matt would be sore from making love twice last night. While he desired nothing more than to sink back into her sweetness, they really should eat breakfast seeing as they missed supper last night.

  Taking extreme pains not to wake her, he slipped out from under her swaddling body. He grinned as her eyebrows puckered in silent protest. Otherwise she didn’t budge.

  He quickly dressed then padded barefoot into the other room, boots and socks in hand. He laid kindling in the hearth. Soon a robust fire burned away the morning chill. He sat at the table and rolled on his socks. He’d just pulled on his second boot when Matt exited the bedroom.

  Dressed only in her shirt, which barely covered her butt, her coltish legs stretched up to her ears. With her tousled hair and sleepy eyes, she looked rumpled and gorgeous and completely well-loved. His shaft, already anxious, thumped in his denims.

  She rubbed a hand over her face with a yawn. “Where’d you go? I woke up and you were gone.”

  He stood and enfolded her in his arms. “I didn’t go far. Just out here to start a fire. It’s still plenty cold first thing in the morning.”

  She returned the hug with a little hip thrust. “I know of a much better way to stay warm.”

  “Aren’t you sore?”

  “Not too bad.”

  He knuckled her chin up to him. “So you are sore.” He gave her a soothing kiss then lifted away. “It’s best if we wait.”

  “But aren’t you going to the herd today?”

  “After a stop to see the Applegate brothers, yeah.”

  Her shoulder rolled up. “You’ll be gone for a week. I don’t want to wait seven whole days to feel you inside me again.”

  Her words flamed his lust, but he conquered it. He tapped his finger to her nose. “And I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  “Still,” he set her away from him. “This is best. Now go get dressed so we can eat breakfast.”

  She cocked a hip, her mouth pulling into that adorable, mulish line he loved so much. “You’re awful bossy.”

  “But I’m right,” he countered, an easy grin on his face. “Now go.”

  With a scoffing smile, she disappeared back into the bedroom. The saucy wiggle of her butt reminded him of what he’d be missing out on for the next week. Damn it all to hell.

  ~ ~ ~

  “I still don’t see why I can’t go to the herd with you,” Matt repeated, walking hand in hand with her husband to the barn. “I’m fine.”

  “Bingham said you can’t ride yet, so you won’t.”

  “But a whole week apart.” She sighed. “That’s an awful long time.”

  He hooked an arm around her neck and pulled her to a stop. “I agree.” His lips lingered over hers. “It will be torture.” Then his hungry mouth descended onto hers.

  Oh, how she loved the feel of his insistent lips and tongue. The firmness of his body against hers. She returned the kiss, unfazed by the fact they were standing in the middle of the yard in the middle of the day.

  He lifted up. “I’m gonna miss you something fierce, sweetheart, but you’re staying put. So no more arguing.”

  He snuggled her tight to his side and they continued toward the barn. She supposed it was for the best, her staying at the ranch. She could help Chuck get a jump on spring clea
ning. But seven days with her husband gone. Eternity had to be shorter.

  After Sergeant was saddled, she stood in the circle of her husband’s arms, gazing up into his face. He seemed as reluctant to leave as she was to see him go. “I can ride out with Chuck when he restocks the grub wagon. That’ll be day after tomorrow.”

  He lowered his head with a shake. “You’d better not. We won’t have any privacy.”

  She gave his hips a nudge. “I’m sure you could find a secluded spot for us.”

  His lips tickled hers as he chuckled. “Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that? Now all I’m gonna think about is finding that private place.”

  He kissed her long and hard, his tongue sweeping through her mouth time and again. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. She felt the same. She kissed him back with zeal, his scent and taste overtaking her senses.

  He pulled abruptly away and stuck his foot in the stirrup, swinging onto the roan’s back. “If we keep that up, I won’t be going at all.”

  She shaded her eyes with a hand. “You won’t hear me complain.”

  Grinning, he leaned down to cup her cheek. “You never do.”

  With one last, short kiss, he spurred Sergeant into a brisk trot. At the ranch gate, he turned and raised a hand in farewell. She watched until he was out of sight, then walked to the cookhouse.

  A week never seemed so long.

  ~ ~ ~

  The morning went by quick enough, she supposed. She helped Chuck wash all the mattress bedding and clean out the root cellar. She then spent her time peeling what apples were left for pies. Thoughts of her husband diminished to once every other minute rather than every single minute. Not much of an improvement, but an improvement nonetheless. The noon meal was simple, just cold beef and bread, but she ate two helpings.

  Chuck eyed her cleared plate. “Good to see you’ve got your appetite back.”

  She smiled, the last bite of bread in her mouth. He stood and gathered up both plates. “Also good to see you’ve gotten things worked out with that husband of yours.”

  She swallowed, a sheepish blush warming her cheeks. “Guess it sometimes takes a while for folks to settle into marriage.”