"You... wanted me too." She said.
"Why do you care what I want?" He asked her, stopping when they reached the barn and opened the doors, letting her go in. The strolled down the long hallway and looked at the horses together.
"I don't. Not exactly." Mercy said, sounding defensive.
"Ahh," was all he replied.
When they reached the end of the barn, to the tack shed, he pulled the tack shed door open and walked through the door. It slammed shut behind them, startling Mercy.
He grabbed her and pushed her against the barn wall. This apparently was becoming a habit, and kissed her hard. He used one of his hands to pin both her small wrists above her head. Vincent used his left hand to reach under her dress and find her already wet core.
He smiled against her mouth as he kissed her, teasing her body, igniting a fire that she would quickly beg him to flame hotter.
She spread her legs for him and let her head roll to the side slightly, leaning against one of her arms.
Vincent's fingers made quick work of her folds and had her shuddering against his hand in moments. As the fingers on his left hand stroked in and out of her, his tongue plunged stroked her mouth at the same time.
Mercy gushed all over his hands, moaning into his mouth as he reached the peak and sent her tumbling over, she almost fell down. If he hadn't been holding her wrists, she'd have fallen.
Vincent pulled back to look at her. "You are amazing when you cum. You do everything with fire Mercy. Reckless, wanton, I'm going to take you now."
He walked her forward until she was even with the saddle bench and let go of her wrists and pulled her skirt up roughly.
Mercy instinctively bent forward, grabbing the saddle horn as he kicked her legs apart from behind and pushed her skirt all the way up over her back. She felt his hard cock rub against her bare cheeks for a moment as he tapped her with it.
She could feel his enormous length and gulped, wondering how it was going to fit, but trusted him. There was one thing she'd learned from all their teasing, is he wouldn't harm her. He might push her a little, try to intimate her, maybe even spank her, but he wouldn't hurt her.
She braced herself, not realizing she'd tensed up until he pushed the tip of his cock between her legs, sliding it against the folds, coating it with her juices.
"Relax Mercy. I'll be as gentle as I can." He told her, and then put a hand on her back for a moment to steady himself.
Vincent used the other hand to guide himself between her lips until he found the opening and slowly slipped the tip inside.
He pushed himself just far enough that he wouldn't fall out, then grabbed her hips.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, as he yanked her hips and impaled her onto his cock.
Mercy let out a strangled cry as she felt a rip and intense stinging sensation.
Vincent didn't move. Instead he squeezed and massaged her hips and talked to her softly about how good she felt around him. He told her to focus on relaxing her body, and that it would quickly turn into pleasure.
As soon as she did, he started to gently move inside of her.
After Mercy adjusted to his size some of the more intense sensations changed, and she focused on the way he felt. Filling her, the way his fingers dug into her hips. Her stomach was clenched tight, and every muscle in her body felt like it was vibrating.
After a few moments, he reached underneath of her and started to massage her clit in a circular motion as he continued to ride her from behind, thrusting faster.
"I'm glad you wore that dress Mercy." He told her. "Your bare bottom looks so beautiful all exposed like this while I fuck you from behind."
Mercy gasped at his foul language and felt herself squeeze around his penis, his words arousing her.
Mercy felt her stomach muscles start to clench and unclench in that now familiar sensation that told her that her release was almost upon her. She moaned, and cried out as he stiffened against her backside, her release rolling over her again in waves, making her knees shake.
His nailed dug almost painfully into her hips now as he thrust himself a few more times inside of her in a jerky motion, and then let out a loud grunt before almost collapsing on top of her.
"Can't breathe." Mercy muttered. "Get off me you big oaf."
"Do you really need me too?" He joked and pushed himself up slightly. He was still inside her.
"I guess this means our marriage is real now, huh?" Mercy asked him as he pulled himself out and tucked himself away in his pants.
Vincent helped her up and then pulled her skirt down, smoothing it out as she stood up.
"Our marriage was always going to be real Mercy. I wouldn't have agreed to marry you if I didn't think I could love you," a serious expression on his face as he told her.
"Love?" Mercy said, shocked.
"Yes. I love you. Why do you think I was so frustrated with you avoiding me? I respect everything you are capable of doing, but I need your attention too." Vincent told her.
"You certainly have my attention now." Mercy said blinking at him.
"I hope in time, you'll come to love me too." Vincent told her, and grabbed her hand, kissing her palm.
"If I say I love you, will you fuck me again?" She asked, using his language.
"Only if you mean it." He told her. "Or I'll spank you for fibbing to me."
"I think I do." She said, finding herself surprised that it could happen so quickly.
She stared at him for a moment.
He was an intense, passionate man, he definitely had dominant qualities, but he didn't feel the need to assert it in every area of their life. He understood how important her work was, and respect her boundaries.
Yet, he still saw her as a woman and made sure she knew it in all the ways that counted.
How could she not love someone who could complete her so entirely?
She hadn't even known she was missing this in her life until he showed her. All the angst, and passion and fire she took out on everyone else, finally had a positive outlet, a way to use her energy that didn't piss everyone off around her.
He gathered her in a hug and just held her for a moment, letting her head rest on his chest.
"I'm not perfect Mercy, I'm going to make mistakes, and I know you have a temper. All I need is for you try to communicate with me, and try to work it out and don't push me away. As long as we work together as a team, I can handle it." He warned her.
"I'm not used to sharing things in my life." Mercy admitted. "And I react poorly to being bossed around."
"Yet, you wore the dress." He said softly.
"Yes. I wore the dress." Mercy said, looking up at him.
THE END
The Cowboy’s Rescued Widow
Chapter one
I stand here shaking like a leaf and I have no idea how I’m supposed to deal with something like this. I didn’t know that Hank had been carrying this burden on his shoulders. Now that he was dead, those debts that he had incurred were now coming down on me. It was bad enough that he was gone, but now I was overwhelmed to the point that I wanted to scream. I was Hope Crosby and my husband was Hank, but I suppose with his death that the last name Crosby went with him. This really couldn’t be happening, but the sleepless nights were a sure sign that it was. I would wake up thinking that he was there, but only finding the empty side of his bed.
My mother told me that being beautiful was not something that I should take lightly. Having spun gold hair and an hourglass figure with birthing hips was a sought after commodity. I was just glad that I was off the meat market, but apparently those days were over. I was not one to mess with. I might have only been 130 pounds and 5’9, but I could be a force to be reckoned with. My family was very important to me and I would lay down my life to protect my husband and everything that he had worked for.
I was still relatively young at 22 and being married for the past five years with the man of my dreams was like my life was complete. I did not fall into the trap of se
ttling and Hank was the man that I was supposed to be with. Unfortunately, he had succumbed to a rare disease. Nobody really knew what to call it and they were just thankful that it wasn’t contagious. I’d known that his father had died of the same thing, but I never knew that he would succumb to it himself.
I stand here in front of this man and he’s licking his lips and looking me over like I’m prime steak ready to be devoured. He tells me that my husband owes him for cattle. I had no way to dispute his claims. I had this funny feeling that he was not going to take no for an answer.
“I don’t care about your problems, little lady. I just want what is due to me or maybe I will have to take it some other way.” He was not attractive, had whiskey breath, not to mention this growth of beard that seemed to collect food. His teeth were rotting, but it was his eyes that were the most unnerving. He was obviously undressing me and thinking of depraved ways that I could pay back the debt.
“You’ll get your damn money.” He tried to reach for me with those tobacco stained hands and I pulled away, while reaching for the pitchfork that was sitting by the door. If need be, I would use it to make a statement that would reverberate into the town.
“Hope, there’s no reason to get defensive. I’m just giving you an option and that’s more than other people are going to do for you. You’re certainly not going to get that from the bank. Just remember that before you start burning bridges. I’ll be back and I’ll expect my money.” I could see that he was perturbed and I guess I could understand his reaction. After all my husband had died and had taken his money with him.
I put my hand to my forehead, while my other hand was up on top of the door with the white paint peeling. I watched him get on his horse, his eyes still staring at me and making me feel dirty inside. There was no way that I was going to entertain that idea. It’s just that I was backed into a corner. I wasn’t exactly a woman of means and Hank’s family had died a long time ago. I wasn’t going to get any support that way. I didn’t have any skills, except for sewing. I suppose I could try my hand at making clothing.
When he was gone, I turned around and came face to face with that foreclosure notice. The bank had slapped it on my door, as a reminder that I had responsibilities to be fulfilled. That notice was mocking me, making me reach out to it and tear it off the door with my bare hands. I did it with such force that my fingernails had actually scratched into the surface. I balled it up in my fist and I stared down at it with hatred in my eyes.
I looked around at the 50 acres and I knew that I was this close to losing everything. There had to be away to save the hard work that my husband Hank had put into it. It wasn’t easy and we had a few setbacks, including a drought that lasted for two months. We persevered and continued to find a way to make it work. He really shouldn’t have hid these things from me. If he hadn’t, maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess.
I stumbled, but I caught myself before I did myself any damage. I got a little lightheaded and I knew that the frustration of the day was getting to me.
I went into the kitchen and immediately memories began to flood into my mind. Hank would be sitting there with his eyes watching me cook. I could feel the love from across the room. It was like destiny had played a part in bringing us together. I had never felt like this with anybody else. When he came calling, I almost fainted that he would be even interested. It wasn’t long before we were married, but that was then and this was now.
Living in the old west in 1855 was not a bed of roses. There were many hardships, but I took solace in the fact that my husband would protect me and keep me safe. With him gone, I had to find a way to move on without him.
It was then that I noticed a periodical that had followed me back from the store. I must’ve inadvertently picked it up when I was paying for my groceries. I sat down at the kitchen table and began to look through it and the answer to my problems was staring me right in the face. I could become a mail order bride. I just needed to find the right guy and hopefully he would find it in his heart to help me keep what I had. I had no delusions that I would find love, but at least I might be able to find that silver lining.
Chapter two
The bank was going to foreclose in one day, but I convinced them to give me an extension. Due to the circumstances of my husbands death, they saw clear to make that happen. It took a lot of crocodile tears to get them to back down.
I sit here in the stagecoach with the dust swirling around outside and the sound of hooves slapping into the earth. I looked out the window with my virgin white dress hugging my frame and lifting my bosom with the corset underneath. I had on a pair of boots and a sun hat. My luggage was packed and my final destination was just around the corner.
I saw the sign for the town and I breathed a sigh of relief that I had gotten here. I watched the people and I knew that once the word got out that I was a mail order bride that I would be scorned. Nobody really understood and they really didn’t want to. They didn’t believe that a good Christian boy or girl would resort to something like this. This was relatively new and it was widely known that anybody that was going to become a mail order bride was desperate.
I opened the page to see the ad that was written from the man that I was about to meet for the first time “If you’re looking for a man that has a strong Christian belief, knows what it’s like to treat a woman with respect and kindness, then you don’t have to look any further. I can and I will take care of you and all I ask is that you help me with the daily chores. Marriage is a big commitment and together we will decide when the time is right. I’m a man of considerable means and a ranch with 200 acres of land. Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but I just want to start this with complete honesty. I’m looking forward to hearing from you soon.” It was the eloquence in which he wrote that caught my eye from the moment that I started reading his ad.
The horse came to a stop and through the dust; I could see a figure standing by a horse with what looked like a handful of daisies. They were my favorite and during our brief correspondence that last few weeks, it became quite apparent that we had a lot in common. We were both only child’s and our fathers had died and left our mothers to raise us at a very young age. I think I saw a kindred spirit, but now the proof was going to be in what I saw in his eyes.
He came forward and opened the door like a true gentleman and offered me his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Hope. I’m Avery and if you would follow me, I will take you to your chariot.” I stepped down gingerly, holding the parasol in my hand. I could sense that we were being watched and I looked around to see that the people had stopped everything that they were doing to see who had come into their town. “I believe that I already know you. I think it’s time that I finally show you your new home.” He was handsome and rough looking with that scruff on his face and short disheveled brown hair. He also had the most piercing blue eyes that I had ever seen. He was maybe 6 feet tall with 180lbs of pure muscle that you could see bulging underneath the jacket.
“I didn’t know what to expect. You’re not exactly hard on the eyes.” I didn’t mean to make him blush, but it was quite endearing to see that I had that kind of effect on him. “I was a little nervous, but seeing you erased all of my doubts.” He was wearing a black pair of pants with suspenders complemented by a white shirt and a black leather vest. The black cowboy hat made him look like he had something to hide. His disarming smile was enough to make me think that this was a good decision.
“As promised, I have taken care of those that your husband owed money to. I know that you didn’t want me to, but I talked to the bank.” That made me stop in my tracks and I pulled my hand away from him with disgust. “I know that it was a betrayal of your trust. Forgive me, but I was raised to take care of a woman the right way. I think on some level you wanted me to help. You wouldn’t have told me, unless somewhere deep down you wanted me to make sure that it didn’t come back and bite you.” I suppose that in retrospect, I could’ve kept it a secret. I still didn’t like that he had
taken care of a debt that was mine and my husband’s to deal with.
“You really don’t know much about women. I think it goes without saying that we say things that we don’t mean. We might say one thing and mean another. You’re supposed to be able to read between the lines. I know how unfair that might sound, but it is what makes us who we are.” I could see that he was not impressed. He wasn’t used to living with a woman, but he was going to have to get used to it.
“Are you going to introduce me to this fine looking young lady, Avery?” A man stepped forward and I could see from the badge on his chest that he was the sheriff of this town. “After all, I should know everybody that’s in my town.”
“Sheriff Evans, I would like you to meet my soon to be bride Hope Crosby.” He bowed slightly and the Sheriff took my hand and never stopped staring at me the whole time. I don’t know why he was using my husband’s last name, but I kind of liked it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Crosby. I do hope that you find our town to be hospitable. If for any reason you need my assistance, then you can surely call upon me or one of my deputies. There are a lot of people that will look at you unfavorably. It has nothing to do with you and I’m sure that you’re a wonderful woman. It’s just that we’ve only seen one of your kind here in town. She and her husband have since left town. I think that she felt a little unwelcome. I’m afraid to say that people can be mean spirited. I do hope that you don’t take any offense by how people treat you.” The way that he said ‘my kind’ made me feel like I should be segregated. I felt like I was some kind a leper to be avoided at all costs.
“I’m just here to make Avery’s life easier. I know what it is to work hard for something that you believe in. I know how to roll up my sleeves and get dirty.” Essentially, I was telling him that I was not some dainty flower. I didn’t need his assurances and the only person that I cared liked me was Avery. Since he had taken care of my debts, I had an obligation to follow through with at least two months of working alongside him. He promised that there would be no pressure.
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