Despite these scars, Junior is still universally considered handsome by the women in the county, and for good reason. At almost six feet, six inches tall, a head full of black hair that is just beginning to turn to gray, and a full, thick black beard, he easily looks like a man ten to fifteen years younger than he is. The beard has the added benefit of masking the scars on Junior’s cheeks. He has electric blue eyes, and he weighs more than most men, at 200 pounds, of which almost all is muscle. The only man in Coleman who comes close to approaching Junior’s size is Big Dave.
The most notable difference between the two was how unashamed Ruth was in that first week when compared to the much more modest man that Junior is. Sure, Ruth may wear the flowing dresses common to the era, but she does not stress herself over how she looks when she first rises in the morning.
For example, the morning after she arrived, she awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs provided by Junior’s hogs and hens. Having lived with her sisters in their small home in Charleston, she thinks nothing of going out for breakfast wearing nothing but a chemise. When she walks into the kitchen, Junior is drinking coffee and cooking breakfast, and (most importantly) is fully clothed. When he turns around to tell her “good morning,” he is shocked to see a gorgeous woman wearing nothing but a single undergarment. If anything, this increased his desire for her… a desire that he could not acknowledge, because he was unsure whether she would want to stay with him.
Ruth was not sure what she wanted to do: she could either go back to Charleston, or stay here on the ranch. Junior seemed (to her) to be a man of no significant means, but she finds herself asking herself if she could make a life out here with an old cowboy. She does not know what Junior desires from her, or if he desires anything. She is of the opinion that he has been nothing less than a perfect gentleman in the time she has been here, but she is convinced that he would be the perfect gentleman to any lady that he came into contact with.
After a week of living together, they were both grateful for the mystery match maker that had brought them together. They, too, were both beginning to plan a future with the other, but neither knew what the other was feeling. This would quickly be rectified.
Chapter 6
Weighing The Options
Ruth had been in Atoka for three weeks when the first person came by from the church. “‘Lo Miss Stafford,” a gentleman on horseback said, tipping his hat. Ruth was feeding the chickens, and had not heard him approach. “Is Mr. Parker available?”
“That depends on who’s asking, sir. What’s your name?”
“My name is Tyson Abrams, and I’m a leader at the church Mr. Parker ‘tends in Atoka.”
“Okay, give me just a moment, and I will see if he is available to speak with you Mr. Abrams.” Walking from the chicken coop that is on the side of the house to the barn behind the house, Ruth wonders why someone from the church would be calling on a Tuesday. She is suspicious of the surprise visitor, but cannot determine why.
“Mr. Parker?” she calls into the barn.
“Yes, Ruth? I am up here!” comes a voice from the hayloft sixteen feet above her. Ruth walks further into the barn, turns, and sees Junior standing in the hayloft, pitchfork in hand, clearly cleaning the loft… shirtless. An unexpected pang of longing goes through Ruth’s chest… a feeling she has never become acquainted with previously. She is staring at Junior’s chest, glistening in the light that is streaming through the cracks in the barn walls.
Breathless, Ruth forgets why she came into the barn in the first place. Junior’s voice jerks her back to the present.
“Ruth? Is everything okay? You look heat stricken!”
“What? Oh… oh yes, everything’s fine…”
“What do you need?”
“Wha—oh, yes… a man is here, asking for you. A Mr.… Abraham I think it was.”
“Mr. Abraham… is it Mr. Abrams, Ruth?”
“Yes!” Ruth answers, still gazing at Junior’s sweaty body. “Yes, Mr. Abrams is right, silly me! I’m sorry!”
“It’s okay, Ruth… you look like the heat is playing tricks on you. Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll bring you a cold bucket of fresh water when I’m done talking to Mr. Abrams, okay?”
“Oh… okay,” Ruth answers, still staring. Junior comes down from the hay loft via the permanent ladder on the barn wall and puts his shirt on, bringing Ruth back to her senses. Junior takes her hand, and he walks with her to the house, and leads her to the porch, and she goes inside.
Junior then turns to Tyson Abrams, holds out his hand to shake, and greets him: “Hello Tyson. Don’t see you out this way very often.”
“No, unfortunately my duties in with the county in Coleman keep me from performin’ my church duties more often than not, I’m ‘fraid,” Tyson responded, refusing to shake Junior’s hand. Sensing that this was not a normal call from a fellow church member, Junior sought to diffuse the situation.
“Oh yeah, that’s right! I forgot you were workin’ as the county jailer now! Congratulations!”
“Thank ya.”
“Is everything okay, Tyson?” Junior asked, probing. “You don’t seem like yourself.”
“No, I’m ‘fraid that ev’rythin’ is not okay, Junior.”
“Oh? And what seems to be the problem?”
“Well…you. Or, well, the woman that you have here livin’ wit’ ya.”
“And who is saying that Ruth is a problem?”
“Well, e’rybody is, Junior. You see, we at the church don’t think that you ought to be coming back, unless she is gone.”
“And why is that?”
“Yer livin’ wit’ a woman who ain’t yer wife. You ain’t got no chil’ren, so she ain’t no nanny. Can’t none of us figure why she’d be here ‘less you’s sleepin’ wit’ her. Now I know she’s pretty, but that ain’t no reason to go throwin’ your reputation out the windo’. And while we don’t know who sent for her in your name, we are go’n try to find ‘em so we can lets ‘em know what we think of ‘em meddlin’ in things that ought not be meddled in.”
Junior’s temper flared up in a way that it rarely does, and he retorded, “Listen here you self-righteous son-of-a-bitch, I know the good book as well as any of you hypocrites at that church! The real reason you don’t want her there is because your wife is telling you that she shouldn’t be here, and the simple fact is, the book says that only him who is without sin should cast the first stone. Do you think that’s you Tyson? Or maybe, Tucker? Ed? You already know that the only reason Tucker don’t work for me anymore is because I fired him after he made me go on a drive short a guy because he was whoring at the saloon, and I fired Ed because he was always drunk and trying to start a fight with my other guys. And you, Tyson? Do you remember why I fired you?”
“Well, I… I…” Tyson stammered, at a loss for words.
“That’s right, you pompous prick. And unless you want me tellin’ Emily what happened, you will leave my property and say not another word! Ruth has just as much right as anyone to be in that church, and more than some! So if I want to bring her to church with me, I will! Hell, if I want’a marry her in that damn building, you can bet your ass that I will! Whose money built the building? Whose land it’s on? Who pays the preacher’s salary? The simple fact is, it’s none of your business who I’ve fallen in love with, or what I do with ‘em!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Parker… I think I’ll just go. I’ll see to it that none of the others will bother you anymore.”
“That is the best idea you’ve had since you rode on my property. Good day to you, Tyson,” Junior finished, and promptly turned around and walked to the well. When he had drawn up a bucket of cold water for Ruth, he carried it in to her, and found her sitting at the kitchen table.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey, you,” he answered.
“I heard your conversation.”
“Listenin’ in?”
“Well, kind of.”
“And what did you think about what w
as said?”
“My heart jumped when you mentioned marryin’ me in that church.”
“Anything else?”
“I want to know if you really love me.”
“Well,” Junior said before stopping to clear his throat, and then pausing altogether. It seemed to him that his entire life would hang on this one question. Either he answers it correctly, and she stays, or he answers it wrong, and she leaves. Weighing the options, he looks into her fiery green eyes, and says, “Well, the on’y ‘onest answer I can give you is that I think so. Having never been in love before, I can’t be sure, but I def’nitely think I am. After all, I knew that you’re beautiful when I first met you, and I know I love that about you. You’ve been livin’ here for three weeks, and I have heard you talk, and listened to how funny you are, and I love that about you. What I mean to say is, you aren’t like girls that are from around here. They’ll say they want to be with me, but they really don’t. But you don’t know what they know about me, and yet you are still here. So… yes, Ruth; I have fallen completely in love with you.”
Ruth smiled at him, but did not reciprocate. Junior finally broke the silence, “Well? I guess I’ve made a fool of myself? Should I take you to the train station now, or in the morning?” Ruth simply continued to smile her gorgeous smile, and moved in to put her arms around him, and kissed him deeply.
Chapter 7
Third Base
When Ruth moved in to kiss him, Junior was unsure at first of what to do, so he simply placed his hands around her waist. Ruth, who was no more experienced in these matters than a twelve year old, didn’t know what to do either. She did know, however, that she wanted to see Junior shirtless again. As such, she groped at the bottom hem of his shirt, and dragged it over his head. Once his torso was exposed, she began to kiss his chest, while moving into a kneeling position at the same time.
Once she was on her knees, she struggled for a moment with the button on Junior’s pants, but finally managed to free his manhood, thick and strong. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked it gently and deliberately, causing that incredible desire to well up in her chest once more.
Junior, who too was filled with a maddening desire to have her body right then, reached down and, grabbing the shoulders of her dress, ripped it from her body, exposing her petticoat, drawers, chemise, and corset underneath.
Ruth reached around to her back and untied the corset, freeing her mounds from confinement, only to find that they were larger than usual, while her nipples were swollen and erect. Junior places his hands under her arms, and lifts her bodily from her kneeling position. Once she is standing again, Junior gently removes her petticoat and chemise, leaving her standing in the kitchen with nothing on but her drawers, which Ruth hastily removes, and walks over to Junior, who is still wearing his pants and boots. He quickly kicks his boots off, and she pulls his pants off him, fully exposing him.
She wraps her arms around his neck, and begins to kiss him once more, while he hugs her middle, picking her up and sitting her down on the dining table. Now it is his turn to his her body while moving to a kneeling position, and she lays back on the table, her legs spread giving him access to lick and suck on her crease.
Junior (who has never done this with a woman) thoroughly enjoys doing this to her, as he can tell by her moans and arching back that she is quickly approaching a climax. Ruth can feel it building inside her, and with a mighty groan, her cleft explodes in a torrent of juice, which Junior eagerly drinks up.
When Ruth’s convulsing has ceased, she sits up for a prolonged kiss, in which she can taste her orgasm on her lover’s lips. She stands, and leads Junior to his bedroom.
Once they arrive in the darkened room, she makes him lay down, and proceeds to kiss every inch of his body, from his knees to his neck… stopping momentarily to accept his rod into her mouth once more. When she has reached his face, she kisses him deeply, and straddles his midsection. Slowly, she sits, allowing her hollow time to stretch and accept the size of her lover’s hardness. Finally, with a great exhale of breath, she is comfortable astride him, and she begins to move. In a matter of seconds, it seems, she is building to a climax again.
Junior too is thoroughly enjoying this experience, as he can feel Ruth’s tightness clenching his virility. As soon as Ruth lets out a moan and begins to convulse astride him, Junior too is unable to control his orgasm, and fills her with his seed. After they have both drank their fill of love for this encounter, they both collapse in his bed, and drift off to sleep.
Chapter 8
Thank You, Matchmaker
After they recovered their strength, Junior and Ruth discussed the implications of their actions, and both decided that it would be best to be frank about their feelings with one another. What they found was that their fears upon meeting each other, while justified, were not necessary. Junior had fallen in love with Ruth, and asked her if she would marry him, and she immediately said yes, which she planned on doing anyway when she left Charleston. Of course, the added plus is that she loves the man she is going to marry.
After Ruth accepted his proposal of marriage, Junior took her to the cellar, and showed her his safe, which contained over $1 million worth of gold bars, and she immediately understood why he did not want to marry a local woman.
As it happens, Junior decides to sell his ranch and leave Atoka. They plan to move north to Nebraska, and buy a small farm, on which they will hopefully conceive a child together, and raise him or her on the prairie. While Junior will miss Atoka, he will not miss those who whisper about his new wife, Ruth Parker. He also will not miss the constant questions about who he thinks the matchmaker is. If you were to ask him who he thinks it is, he will simply smile and say, “I don’t know, but if you ever find out who they are, tell them that I said thank you.”
The Cowboy’s Mail Order Bride
The Prairie's Mystery Matchmaker
Book 2
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
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Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Lonely Rails
Chapter 2: The Gunman
Chapter 3: The Matchmaker
Chapter 4: Big Dave
Chapter 5: The Arrival
Chapter 6: The Reward
Chapter 7: The Meeting
Chapter 8: Th
e First Conversation
Chapter 9: The Morning After
Chapter 10: The Showdown
Chapter 11: The Recovery
Chapter 12: The Future
Chapter 1
Lonely Rails
Sarah Anne Tarter sits in her seat, staring out the window as the dark images of small farms and communities race through her vision. Born the daughter of a former Confederate artillery sergeant, the pale young woman has had enough of Eastern Kentucky and the violence that has marked the area of Pike County for the last nine years.
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