A Fall From Grace. Mail Order Bride Western

by Brittany Dreams

  It was a strange thing that she needed relief and yet she wanted more. It was so hard to maintain a grip on reality. She shifted her hips just the slightest and tumbled into a well of pure bliss.

  Luscious spasms rolled throughout her body from so deep within her. Everything ripped. Her channel. Her belly. They washed through her making her nipples hard all over again. Flushing her skin.

  Jake seemed to remain clear headed. His stroking remained steady. As her pleasure passed, Faye again could move. She cocked her knees, dragging out the incredible pleasured waves.

  He liked that. So Faye did more. In fact she figured out that the more she moved and delighted in their joining, the more pleasure he got. She hammed it up just slightly how aroused she was.

  Jake’s body stiffened. He looked to the ceiling and came undone much like she had. She almost felt sorry for him, he wallowed so in ecstasy. At last he shifted to the side and slumped onto the mattress next to her.

  His limbs remained draped over her, protectively. They were not heavy or uncomfortable. In fact they felt so comfortable on her. Faye soaked up his affectionate touchy nature like a sponge. She realized her hand lingered on his hip. She withdrew it. He put it back.

  She caught him staring at her. She could not help but smile.

  “What?” she asked like a school girl.

  “You are so beautiful,” he remarked.

  Faye studied him. She considered herself now a master at detective people putting her on. It did not feel like her husband was putting her on. She didn’t have the nerve to tell him how handsome she thought he was. Faye had this ridiculous fear that all of this was going to go away.

  “Jake,” she said suddenly seized by nerves.

  “Yes,” he replied sympathetically.

  He stroked her hair.

  “I told you that the court declared Lorkan Furlong dead. What if he isn’t?” she asked. “Can I be unmarried to you?”

  He raised his eyebrows. He obviously could not have known what was in her heart.

  “No one is unmarrying you,” he said with a laugh. “Not as long as I have something to say about it. You said they disappeared? They could very well be dead. It’s sad to say that met an unfriendly end, but people don’t cotton to that kind of behavior. Two men living like man and wife, riles folks.”

  It did rile people at that. The judge bristled when Faye’s lawyer spoke privately to him in chambers. But then he chastised Faye in public. He said that if she had been a better wife, he might not have strayed. While the courtroom took the judge to mean wander off and not come back, Faye knew he meant become involved with her brother.

  After listening to her tell it, Jack drew her into his very warm body.

  “Mrs. McElroy,” he said. “I can tell you, knowing as you do,” he kissed her lazily. “Knowing you as I have, the fault was not yours.”

  There was something deliciously wicked in the way he said that.

  “So you don’t think I am too old then?” she asked.

  “You’re new to me,” he teased.

  “I am serious. Lorkan said I was too old to have children and so I –“ she began.

  But he cut her off, ever so gently but firmly, touching his fingers to her lips.

  “Mrs. McElroy, Lorkan Furlong left you and he’s not coming back. And I did not marry Lorkan Furlong. So his opinions have no place in my marriage and certainly not in my bed,” he admonished.

  His scolding stung a little bit. Faye realized she was still very sensitive to the subject. His arm warmly snaked beneath her waist and cupped her hip.

  “So tell me again before I so rudely interrupted you. What do you think you are too old for?” he asked.

  She could not say it without tears. She had stopped dreaming long ago.

  “For a baby,” she answered.

  He smiled a deep, warm smile.

  “Well I don’t have the answer for that. I know ma had her last when she was older than you or I. Mrs. Davies about five miles over was past forty when she delivered a perfectly healthy baby. But there is one way to find out. We can ask Doc. Shall we dress? And see him on our way out?”

  “To where?” she asked.

  “Home Mrs. McElroy. Home,” he said.

  Chapter Six

  Faye and Jake packed up her things and got ready to check out of the Dodge House hotel.

  “Do you think this will make a funny story one day?” asked Faye.

  “What’s that?” asked Jake.

  “That we called on the doctor during our honeymoon?” asked Faye.

  “Our honeymoon is still writing itself. That would be about the only thing I think we could tell our children about it,” he said with honeyed voice.

  Faye didn’t think it was still possible for her to blush so hard. It disabled her. She bumped into her husband who took great delight in her condition.

  “I am not sure we’ll give up this hotel room just yet,” he murmured into her hair.

  The doctor was an amiable fellow calmed Faye’s fears immediately.

  “I’d like to horsewhip the person the person that puts the notion of age into our minds,” the doctor ranted.

  “That would be ma,” said Jake with a slight grin.

  “Don’t get me started on that woman,” said the doctor. “And don’t you go telling her I said so. Mrs. McElroy, you are in fine health. I see no reason in the world while you can’t have a normal, healthy baby. If you run into any troubles, come back and see me. Until then congratulations to the both of you.”

  “Well now,” said Jake as they left the doctor’s office. “I kind of worked up an appetite. Can I take you for one more meal on the town?”

  Actually Faye was quite hungry. Her stomach gurgle. The rigorous romp in the marital bed and the relief from the doctor made her appetite bloom, despite the large breakfast. On the way to Delmonico’s, they passed the Longbranch Saloon.

  “You ever been in there?” she asked her husband devilishly.

  “Why Faye McElroy, I believe you would find it excitin’ if I said yes,” he grinned.

  His eyes took on a smoky glaze. His expression was exactly the same as when he was above her, driving into her.

  “I might at that,” she said. “No dodgin’ the question.”

  “I have of course,” he said. “Me and my brothers have got plenty tore up now and again. Of course that was before we were settled and married.”

  “I see,” she said, wiggling to and fro. “So a married fella and his gal cannot go into the Longbranch?”

  “Well they can, especially if its their honeymoon and a man’s beautiful wife is feeling mischief,” he said with a tilt of his head.

  “I just want to see what it is like and that’ll be the extent of it,” she said.

  Jake offered his arm to her and they stepped inside. It wasn’t all that exciting after all. Men mostly for customers and half-dressed saloon girls sitting as close to them as they possibly could go.

  “Have you seen enough?” he asked.

  Faye just happened to look past Jake’s shoulder and nearly jumped out of her skin. There beyond him was Lorkan Furlong with Faye’s lawyer who looked as though he had been beaten. Lorkan locked eyes with her with the look of murder.

  “What the blazes?” asked Jake with amused confusion.

  But when then he followed her eyes and looked behind him. He saw Lorkan glaring at Faye.

  “Can I help you, mister?” he asked Lorkan.

  “Help me?” asked Lorkan sarcastically. “I suppose I should thank you for taking care of my wife.”

  “Come again?” asked Jake.

  He staggered as though Lorkan had knocked the wind out of his sails.

  “My wife, Faye. I understand you Faye have gone and had me declared dead. What do they say, Murphy’s Law is the strongest law in the universe? Soon as you go and declare me dead, I come home,” said Lorkan. “What do you know?”

  “What does this mean?” Faye asked the lawyer.

  The la
wyer was grey. Positively ashen. He didn’t look like he was in any shape to answer questions.

  “You better go over and see Doc,” Faye told him.

  “Yeah lets-” said Jake.

  Lorkan pulled his gun and everyone froze.

  “Your concern for him is touching. I only wish you had showed me the same love and care,” Lorkan with hate in his eye. “I understand you said some unfavorable things about me Faye. We need to go back home and set the record straight.”

  “My wife ain’t going anywhere,” said Jake with a wicked smile.

  “Mister you got a gun pointed at you,” Lorkan thrust the gun in towards Jake and Faye backing them up.

  Everyone in the saloon stepped back as well. The lawyer looked like he was about to die. Lorkan pointed his gun directly at Jake.

  “She’ll go anywhere I’ll tell her to. No come over here,” he said to Faye.

  “No,” said Jake bracing her.

  Lorkan cocked the gun. The click meant only one thing. Jake was defenseless. If Lorkan pulled the trigger, Jake was a dead man.

  “She’s not your wife,” said Lorkan. “She’s mine. Our marriage was unlawfully terminated. I was not dead.”

  “You are now,” said the Marshall from the door way.

  And after a crack, Lorkan reeled and dropped.

  Faye fainted straight into Jake’s arms.

  Chapter Seven

  Faye came to, hysterical. Jake was carrying her in the lobby of the Dodge House.

  “Is she okay?” asked the clerk with urgency.

  “She’s fine. Just needs some water, I think,” said Jake.

  He flew up the stairs with her in his arms, back to the hotel room. He kicked the door close behind them. He hovered over her tenderly stroking her hair away from her face.

  “That was pretty awful,” he whispered.

  Faye nodded. The reality of seeing her first husband’s last moment was turning in her stomach. Fever rose in her face. Perspiration beaded on her brow.

  “It’s over,” he whispered again.

  In her confusion she misunderstood how he meant what he said. She received his words as meaning their marriage. That their marriage was over.

  “What?” she said, immediately upset. “It’s over? You’re leaving me?”

  Jake tilted his head and studied her.

  “No,” he replied like that was the last thing on his mind. “Not ever.”

  Faye clutched his hand. And then lift it to her cheek. She looked into his eyes. Yearning coiled in her belly. She slid her body, positioning herself, offering herself. Jake understood. He lowered his mouth to hers.

  Faye raked her fingers through his hair. She realized as she touched him that her greatest fear was that she would lose him. That she would have to live a life of solitude void of affection. She could not endure even the thought of that. She was already in love with her husband.

  Jake unbuttoned her dress, quickly. Like he had a lot of practice working the buttons of a lady’s dress. His warm hand skimmed beneath her neckline. His touch was so warm on her naked breast. He tweezed her hardening nipple between his rough finger and thumb.

  Erotic wires traveled through her body to her core. Her belly drew up tight, gripping for something. She needed to be filled. She wrapped her legs around the small of Jake’s back wantonly.

  His tongue reached into her mouth as deeply as it could go. Faye tasted back, twisting her tongue with his. She could not get enough of him. As she explored him, tasting all that there was, she felt him grow hard against her.

  Faye felt so naughty for liking how large he was. She caught stolen glimpses of his manhood. Jake was positively huge. She bravely reached between them and took hold of him. He pressed his eyelids closed with pleasure.

  She timidly moved her grip up. He covered her hand on hers and showed her how to move on him. Faye was nervous but she liked how her touch gave him pleasure and how hard she made him.

  His fingers found her. He penetrated with his fingers. Faye was so so wet for him. He withdrew and levered his manhood into her. She wriggled and pushed her hips upwards to receive him fully. He filled her so perfectly.

  Jake kissed her lazily, pushed in and out of her a few times but then maneuvered her over. He turned her around so that her bottom was backing against him. He pulled her onto his lap. He wrapped her with his powerful arms. She sat back on him as they embraced.

  He splayed her thighs and reached between them. He controlled her hips and while he wiggled into her, moving her in counter rhythm, he pleasured her. He pressed and wagged his hand was he touched her so intimately.

  Faye ached and throbbed so. Her channel was blood-engorged as he grinded into her. Her nipples pointed, hard and full erect. Jake extended his thumb and grazed their tips. She shivered her helplessly as she swam with arousal.

  There was something incredibly sensual to be encased by Jake McElroy’s luscious hard body. To be so safe and warm against his solidness and soft skin. He did not let up pleasuring her until the tremors of ecstasy rippled from deep within. To seize around his hardness just multiply the sweetness for her.

  She cried out as she crumpled against his body, overtaken by a powerful orgasm. It rushed her inside and out with the power and force of a flash flood.

  “Oh God,” she cried out.

  Jake moaned himself. She knew that her rapture was sweetness for him as well. It seemed to push him over the cliff of rapture. He was soon spazzing and jerking into her body as she pulsed around him.

  He too was calling out, bursting as she had. He buried his face in the base of her neck trying to withstand it. The pressure and sensation zapped her with another wave of pleasure. It was almost more than she could stand. It was almost a mercy that the sugared rapture peaked and then ebbed.

  Jake stroked her lovingly between her legs sending waves of sensory delight as her spasms lessened. She felt herself smiled drunkenly as she rested her head against his.

  “Better?” he asked.

  “Oh was that medicine?” she asked flirtatiously.

  “Not just,” he said softly.

  “I was hoping maybe it was something Doc wanted me to take for the rest of my life,” she said.

  “Don’t need Doc for this one, sweetheart,” he said. “I am prescribing.”

  “I see,” she replied, her smile broadened.

  Chapter Eight

  Faye and Jake freshened and this time did leave the hotel room. His brothers drove a rig into town to pick them up and to take Faye’s things back to McElroy’s Bend. Faye’s lawyer was barely hanging onto life. She was sadder about his status than the fact that her first husband was dead. She had no idea what became of her brother.

  “I am not angry any more about the fact he loved my brother,” said Faye.

  Jake shook his head.

  “I am not sure I am comfortable with this kind of talk,” said Jake.

  “It’s just that I love you,” she said. “I am not sure there are limits on how far I would go to be with you.”

  Jake dropped what he was doing and took her into his arms. He kissed her with everything he had.

  “I will listen to you no matter what you have to say. But hear me. You did nothing wrong. That man in Doc’s office has nothing to do with you,” said Jake.

  “Yes Mr. McElroy,” she smiled slightly.

  But it was easier said than done. The ride to McElroy’s Bend was quiet. She was tired from all that she had been through. She needed rest. Transitioning from a bride to a wife, the passion she shared, in addition to everything else, had taken a toll.

  There was nagging fear that because she married Jake while Lorkan had been alive, that maybe her marriage was void. So a couple weeks after she had married Jake, when the marshal who was a huge man, rode to McElroy’s Bend like there was an emergency. Faye’s heart was in her throat.

  The four McElroy brothers gathered into the common area outside the house, with concerned.

  “Ben?” asked Mac.
/>   “Is your mother around?” the marshal asked.

  That question made Faye breathe a sigh of relief.

  “Yeah, she’s in the house, most likely,” he replied.

  Jake caught Faye’s eye.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Fine,” she said. “I thought it was more bad news.”

  “Mrs. McElroy,” he whispered flirtatiously. “You’re safe.”

  Faye, her sisters in law, Merla, Gretchen and Maybelle all of whom she made her peace with for tricking her, followed the brothers into the house to see what the marshal wanted to talk with Fiona about. It looked like they were at a stand off. It was almost silly to see the marshal so nervous.

  “Woman,” he said. “All these weddings.”

  “Yes Ben,” Fiona replied not granting him any mercy.

  “First it was make. Then it was Donny. Rafe. Now even Jake,” he said his voice breaking.

  “Yes Ben. I am aware,” Fiona replied facetiously.

  “Well?” he asked flustered.

  Jake’s mother released a great sigh.

  “Yes Ben,” she said.

  “Well when is it our turn?” he asked.

  “Are you asking me?” she asked, arching her brow.

  “Daggone it,” he stomped. “I am beggin’.”

  “Well alright then,” she accepted.

  The marshal took the tiny woman in his arms and kissed her fiercely.

  The brothers hooped and hollered. The women smiled excitedly.

  “Only a word of warning,” said Fiona as she broke the kiss. “It ain’t going to be a quick wedding. I want a real wedding.”

  “That’s fine with us, isn’t it ladies?” said Merla. “This is going to be fun.”

  It was now the end of summer and if they planned a wedding the ceremony would take place around the holidays. The experience coming together with her sisters and mothers in law was a unifying one. Through the process, Faye became friends and family with her new family.