Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride

by Alexa Riley

  “That depends,” Cash says, turning to fully face the man. His eyes come towards me as if just seeing me for the first time, and Cash steps in front of me, making me want to thump him on the head. I hear Earl chuckle behind me.

  “Don’t,” Cash growls, and I know he’s really on edge. I place my hands on his back and he leans into them a little.

  “On what?” June’s father asks.

  “I want him gone,” he says referring to Billy, “and you have got to do something with your daughter. They just tried to burn my fucking barn down with my wife inside.”

  “We didn’t know you were in there!” June screams, admitting her own guilt.

  Everyone just ignores her. Cash continues. “This leads me to believe that they also had a hand in the half dozen other incidents I’ve had happen all over my and my wife’s land.”

  My heart melts a little at his sweet words. I don’t even think he caught what he said or what it means to me.

  “I guess I have no choice. He’s gone, but my farm will go with him. I don’t have a foreman, and God knows I can’t do it myself anymore. My arthritis barely lets me get out of bed.”

  “Jim, that’s not my problem, but if you want I’ll let you have Brandon. I’m sure he’d jump at the chance to be a foreman for a farm, not to mention having him over there might cool this little war that has built between these two farms. I know I don’t want you losing your land. I’d probably get saddled next to God knows who.”

  “Don’t do it, Daddy.” June has stopped crying and her anger is plain on her face.

  “Get in the truck, June.”

  “But, Daddy, I—”

  “Get in the goddamn truck!”

  June gasps and stomps towards the truck. She gets in and slams the door.

  “Billy, you’re fired,” Jim says. His voice makes me feel a little sorry for Billy. “Thank you, Cash, for not calling the cops. I don’t know what’s gotten into June, but I’ll get it all worked out and you have my word she won’t be bothering you again.”

  “I’ll talk to Brandon tonight and send him over first thing tomorrow morning to work out all the details.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “And, Jim, I really think you should think my offer over again. I’ll buy it all, even keep the men you got working over there, if you want out. Take you and your wife a little closer to the city. Retire.”

  “I think I might take you up on that. I’ll let you know tomorrow.” I hear the truck door close and pull off.

  Cash turns to look down at me, his eyes going soft.

  “You can just buy all his land like that?” I ask. He’s showed me where their land meets his. They look to have as much as Cash does, and that’s a lot. I can’t even imagine what something like that might cost.

  “Sweetheart, I got oil on my land. There isn’t much around here I can’t buy if we want it,” he tells me, brushing a curl out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

  “But will you have to work more if you get all that land? I don’t want you working more.” I pout a little, and Cash throws his head back and laughs. A full, deep laugh that comes from deep in his chest.

  “I just told you you're filthy rich and all you can think about is not having enough time with me?”

  “You’re filthy rich,” I correct him, not caring even a little about his money. It isn’t worth anything without him.

  “Pretty sure it’s ours. Don’t recall you signing a prenup.”

  My mouth falls open. I didn’t even think of that. Well, I really didn't have time to, what with how fast Cash rushed me in and out of that courthouse.

  Then, I’m in his arms.

  “Get Mr. Buckman off our land, Earl,” Cash barks as he strides towards the house with me over his shoulder.

  “With pleasure, boss,” I hear Earl say.

  When we get inside, Cash kicks the door shut, and I turn the lock without having to be asked.

  “Sweetheart, you’re about to be sore all over again.”

  Chapter 12

  Cash

  Taking Clare to our bedroom, I smack her ass playfully on the way. She giggles with delight, and it makes my cock even harder. Hearing her happy is all I ever want in life. Well, that and babies.

  It’s been a couple of days, so she’s had time to heal. Now I’m ready to relive our wedding night and try to top it. It was silly being shy about telling her I was a virgin, but she was, too, so I guess she should have known the feeling better than anyone. I’m glad that I waited until the right one came along. Because she damn sure is. She’s the only one for me, and I want to spend the rest of our lives showing her all the reasons why.

  When I toss her in the middle of the bed and climb on top of her, she continues to giggle. I pull her clothes from her body, and she starts to do the same to me, and in no time we’re both naked and smiling like idiots.

  “I love you,” I say through a smile, and she reaches up and touches my face.

  “I love you, too, Cash.”

  Sliding between her legs, I don’t tease either of us as I press my cock to her opening. Our eyes stay locked, and we hold one another as I ease inside of her slowly. I give her all of me until there’s not an inch left, the root of my cock pressing against her pussy.

  Once I’m inside of her tightness, I just hold it there, wanting to feel her warmth surrounding me. I put my forehead to hers and feel her fingernails lightly scrape my back. Her hips start to move under me, and I realize her need for me is growing.

  As I rock in and out of her, her channel grips me and I groan at the feeling.

  “So fucking tight. Perfect, baby.”

  “Cash, more,” she moans, and I look down to see her closing her eyes and tilting her head back.

  I place my mouth on her neck and move down her throat, giving her licks and bites. clings to me as I make love to her body, giving her everything she wants. Her slick sweetness covers my cock, and the smooth glide is almost too much to handle. The tight grip of her pussy starts to contract, and I thank God she’s as close as I am.

  “That’s it, Clare. Cum, baby. Cum all over my cock. Get it nice and wet.”

  I feel pulses start, and I follow her over the edge. She shouts her pleasure into the room, and I hold her tightly to me as I empty my cum into her waiting womb. I hope we made a baby the first time I took her, but I’ll keep giving her as much of me as she can hold until it plants inside her. I want to breed her and have lots of little babies running around the farm. I want her tied to me in every way possible, and I want her round with my child.

  Just thinking about her pregnant makes a little more cum leak out of my cock.

  I try not to collapse on top of her when we both come down from the high, but a little of my weight comes down on her, and I hear her grunt under me. She giggles again, and I roll us over so she’s on top and I can stay buried inside of her while I hold her to me.

  “You sore?” I ask as I trace the tips of my fingers up and down her naked spine. Her head is on my chest, and she’s breathing evenly. I wonder if she’s fallen asleep already.

  “Definitely not.”

  I smile at her words and at how sleepy they sound. I expect her to drift off, but after a few moments, she starts to move on top of me. Her pussy grinds down on my still-swollen cock, and I automatically thrust up into her, trying to give her what she needs.

  Soon she’s sitting up on me fully and riding me better than any rodeo I’ve ever seen. She loves being on top and in control, and I love holding her hips while she works her pussy. Clare is a goddess when she’s lost to her passion, and I’m a slave to whatever desire she has. I hope to spend the rest of our lives doing exactly this until the end of time.

  Epilogue

  Cash

  10 years later…

  “Grandpa Earl, read us another one. Please!”

  Our oldest boy, Joseph, bounces up and down on his spot on the floor, begging for another story. I walk over and wrap my arms around Clare, who’s in th
e kitchen covering up the cake she made today. There’s only a little bit left, and I have a feeling she’ll be sneaking that tonight after the kids go to bed.

  “Alright. One more. And this time I mean it.”

  Clare laughs and shakes her head. “Those kids are going to get at least five more stories out of him before he really gives up.”

  “They’ve got him wrapped around his finger and they know it.” I kiss the place on her neck just below her ear and squeeze her body closer to mine.

  She’s gotten more curves over the years, and I’ve loved seeing her blossom into a full-figured woman. She’s given me five babies, and with each one, she’s looked more beautiful than the last. She had some complications with our youngest, Lily, so we decided it was time to stop. We were blessed with three boys and two girls, so we’ve got a houseful.

  I ended up buying the Johnson ranch, and Brandon still runs it. He turned it into a sheep farm, and it does almost as well as the cattle I’ve got here. I don’t have as big of a crew here anymore, what with that side of the business doing so well. I’ve still got about six guys on staff here, including Earl, who has become the grandpa to our little tribe.

  The kids love him, and he’s always felt like family, so it just felt natural when we started calling him Grandpa. The old guy likes it just as much according to the smile permanently plastered on his face.

  “Come on the porch with me and sit awhile, Mrs. McCallister,” I say against her skin.

  Clare shivers under my touch and looks over to where the kids are. They’re all sitting cross-legged on the floor, hanging on every word of the book. She nods and I take her hand, pulling her out the side door and onto the swing with me.

  She hums a soft song as I hold her, kissing her forehead and watching the sun go down. We have a simple life here, but it’s the most perfect one I could ever imagine. Clare makes everything easy, and our lives just flow. It’s as if wave after wave of love keeps moving around us, and it’s all her doing.

  Clare is the glue that holds me together and the rhythm that makes this place run. She’s the one the boys run to when they scrape their knees and the ones the girls follow around pretending to be just like her. Everything she touches falls in love with her, so I make sure to keep her touches just for me. Even after all these years, I’m still a jealous bastard when it comes to sharing her attention. Thankfully, she understands this and ignores me when I’m being unreasonable.

  She’s the other half of my soul and has given me a life I could only have dreamed of years before this. And as I hold her to me and our kids come out one by one to sit on our laps, I just smile and think about how damn lucky I am that she chose me.

  The End

  The Breeding Series

  by

  Alexa Riley

  Sean Sparrow has one more job to pull: break into the bank, steal what he was hired to take, and get out. He plans everything to the very last detail, sure of success... until he sees Tessa.

  Tessa Martin lives a humdrum life. With a boring job and a crappy roommate, she's sure there must be more to life than this. She's not prepared for the muscle-bound bearded man who walks into her life, offering her everything she's ever wanted.

  When Sean breaks down all of Tessa's walls, she has no choice but to fall hard and fast.

  But when the truth comes out, and Sean is fully revealed to her, will their instalove be enough to hold them together?

  Warning: This book hero is over- the-top obsessed, totally head over heels in love, and desperate to make babies with the heroine ASAP. If you want a fun read with SUPER hot steam, Kindle-melting love, and a beard to rub between thighs, then this book is for you

  Chapter 1

  Sean

  “Oh, fuck, just like that. Take it all the way to the back of your throat.”

  The slurping noise from the woman on her knees a few feet from me makes me clench my jaw. The smell of cigars and sex coats the air, making me wish I didn’t have to breathe in the stench.

  “Oh, right there. Swallow it all,” Nick mumbles as the slurping noise grows louder, and he grunts his release.

  Fucking hell, this is why I like to work alone. Being in the back of a seedy strip club after hours is making my skin crawl.

  One last job. I keep reminding myself why I’m here. I’m going to have to scrub my body with sandpaper when I leave this place. I’ll need a scalding hot shower and might even burn my clothes. God knows what’s happened in the very seat I’m sitting in.

  “You want her next? Maybe she can pull that stick out of your ass.” Nick laughs at his own joke as the woman pulls herself to her feet. She stumbles as she gets up, almost falling over in her heels. Who knows what she’s on. From how rail thin she is and the glazed look in her sunken eyes, I’m guessing something heavy.

  She steps towards me like my silence is an invitation, but I stop her in her tracks with a stare. I’d rather cut my fucking dick off than let her anywhere near it.

  “Come on, man. Loosen the fuck up,” Nick says as he adjusts himself and grabs a beer from the table next to him.

  “I’m leaving in five.” I clip my words, making them hard. This meeting was supposed to start twenty minutes ago, and I have shit to do. Okay, maybe not shit to do, but I have somewhere else I want to be.

  Stuck in the back of a strip club, waiting for the boss to show up, is not my idea of a good time. I took this job for one reason: a diversion. I need these guys, and I’m on a time crunch. Time that is ticking away and being wasted at this very moment. I normally like to work alone, but this job is paying me enough that I can finally retire. I’ll be set for life if everything goes according to plan. If being the operative word.

  These guys think we’re just robbing a bank, which we are, but I’m after something else. A bank job isn’t enough to have me hanging up my gun, but my real reason for breaking into the bank will give me the good life. There’s a very important deposit box inside that vault, and that’s my moneymaker. That box is the real reason I’ve hooked up with these clowns, and they’re the only way I can get into it with the time I’ve got left.

  No one needs to know I was ever in there, which is why I need a robbery to go down. I need chaos to help create a diversion while I get what I’m really after.

  “You’ll stay until Heavy gets here,” Nick says, like he can make me stay.

  “You forget who asked who to do this job.” I start to rise from my chair, like I don’t give a shit about the job one way or another. They asked me for my help, but only because I’d planted seeds for them to do so. I don’t want them to know how much this job means to me. It’s better if they think I don’t give a shit.

  Just then, Heavy walks in.

  “Out!” he snaps, and the girls who have been roaming around scurry from the room.

  Lazily, I drop back down into my chair and wait. Heavy pours himself a drink before making his way over to where Nick and I are sitting, a few more of his crew coming in behind him and joining us.

  Heavy is anything but heavy. He’s barely five foot, balding, and wears the most God-awful suits I’ve ever seen. The only reason he’s got himself this little makeshift gang is because it used to be his father’s until he passed a few years back.

  What was once a decent crew turned into a bunch of lazy fucks who clearly aren’t making ends meet. Seeing as they all latched on to the stupid idea of robbing a Federal bank, these idiots are dumber than I thought.

  Or maybe Heavy’s as crazy as I’ve heard he is, and he just doesn’t care. Crazy is dangerous and makes for sloppy work. Crazy is hard to understand and not easy to predict. I feel like I’ve bitten off more than I can chew with this crew, and I’m starting to have second thoughts. My doubts are bubbling to the surface, and I think maybe it’s time to call this whole operation off.

  Right until Heavy drops a stack of pictures and papers on to the table, making my heart jump into my throat.

  I sit perfectly still, trying to appear completely unfazed by what
I see. The real reason I want to call off the job. I don’t make a single move to indicate I know who the woman is. Her pictures are scattered across the table for all these men to leer at, and I’m cool and calm on the outside. On the inside, though, I’m losing my shit.

  I’ve always been known for my control, and for the first time in my life, I feel a crack split in my facade. The mask I so carefully wear starts to slip, and I have to rein myself in.

  “Tessa Morgan.” Heavy says her name like he bought himself a winning lottery ticket. I should have seen this coming, and maybe I did but I ignored it. I don’t even like her name on his lips. She’s too sweet and pure for a man like Heavy to even say her name.

  When I knew what bank was my target weeks ago, I started digging up every piece of information I could get my hands on. Tessa stood out to me right away but probably not for the same reasons she stood out to Heavy.

  I hate her name on his lips; it makes my stomach clench. I’ve been watching her for weeks already, and I told myself it’s because she’s a part of the job. That’s a lie, because I haven’t watched anyone else at the bank. Just her. I want to watch her now.

  Each day my little obsession for her seems to grow. Now I’m so deep there’s no turning back. I have to have her, and I will, by any means necessary.

  She’s the reason I keep picking up my phone every ten minutes. I’ve been checking her location. Checking on her.

  “What about her?” I manage to ask the question with as much indifference I can muster, but my blood feels like it's ice, moving through my veins as everyone in the room stares down at the pictures of her. She looks like a fucking angel. My angel. That’s what I thought the first time I’d laid eyes on her, and I still think it every time I see her.

  Her reddish-brown hair falls in waves around her face down to the middle of her back. She has honey-colored eyes like I’ve never seen before. I didn’t even know eyes could look like liquid gold. When I first saw her, I was sure they were contacts. After I planted the camera in her apartment, I learned it was her true color. Those gorgeous eyes hypnotize me.