by Ashlee Price
Slowly he turned her around and pushed her towards the wall of the shower, back to him. She braced herself with her palms flat against the shower. His hands started to move all over her again. Starting at her hips and moving up to her breasts and then back down to her hips. His hands grabbed on as he slowly entered her. The pace was slow, steady and steamy. They both moaned as the friction began to build and Taylor got deeper and deeper; pushing himself all the way in to Shania and filling her up.
Holding on to Shania’s hip with one hand, Taylor brought his hand over her other hip and started to massage her. That put her over the top and the orgasm started to build fast. Up and up, then finally she burst in to an intense orgasm, needing to brace herself against the wall for support. Taylor orgasmed along with her; pushing himself as far in to her as he could go, filling her up in two different ways.
When they were done, Taylor brought Shania back under the water and he washed her. He shampooed her hair, massaging her; he took the cloth and ran it all over her body, and when she was nice and clean, he rinsed her off and turned off the shower. He got out first and wrapped a towel around his hips and then wrapped a big fluffy towel around her shoulders.
They got dried off and dressed in some comfy clothes (he brought his with him) and then they sat on the couch with big bowls of stew in front of them. They ate it with thick sliced of bread and butter and Shania was impressed that it was so good.
While they ate they watched a movie that was on the TV. It was nice to just sit and relax. When they were done eating, she brought their bowls to the kitchen and rinsed them off then went back to the couch. He was sitting at one end so she lay down and put her head on his lap. They sat like that for a long time, until the movie was over and even longer still.
When they finally got up, it was because it was very late and Taylor had to get up early to do chores. He gave her a long kiss on the lips and headed to the main house. Shania didn’t have to get up early, so she decided she would flip through the channels and see what was on.
Family Guy, a cooking show, Criminal Minds, I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant, Family Feud were the ones she flipped through. Abruptly she flipped back to I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant. Shania shot off of the couch and ran to the kitchen to look at the date. She didn’t keep track because she was having such a good time.
Oh God. She was three weeks late. How could that be? She was on the pill, had she forgotten to take them? She thought back to that morning and didn’t remember taking one. Oh crap. She decided not to get too worried about it until she could go in to town and get a pregnancy test.
Bright and early the next day she had Liam take her to Wal-Mart. She bought a test and a couple other things so he didn’t know why she came. When they got home she ran up the stairs to the loft and peed on the stick. Two minutes later, it was official. She was pregnant.
She sat down on the toilet seat and just stared at the stick. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Sure, she wanted to have kids someday, but that wasn’t in the plan for a while. What was she going to tell Taylor? They hadn’t talked about kids; they hadn’t talked about anything serious; she was only supposed to be here for three months. She couldn’t keep it from him, she was going to have to tell him; she just had to get enough courage.
She stayed in the loft for the most part of that day; she told anyone who came looking for her that she was sick. The news must have reached Taylor because once the sun went down, he came to see her.
“Hey, I heard you’re sick.” He said as he walked in the door.
She couldn’t look at him, she was so nervous. “Yeah, kind of.” She said quietly.
“Is there something I can do for you?” he was so concerned.
Shania couldn’t hold it in she had to tell him. “I’m not sick.” She blurted. “I’m pregnant.”
Taylor, who was on the way to the couch to sit with her, stopped in his tracks. He didn’t say anything, he just stood there not moving a muscle; an expression of utter shock across his face.
When he finally spoke all he said was “what?”
“I'm pregnant.” She said again, more confidence now that she had already said it once.
“Say that again.” he said.
She didn’t know why he wanted her to but she said it for a third time, “I'm pregnant. I was three weeks late so I got a test and I'm pregnant.”
Suddenly Taylor was no longer in the middle of the room; he was on the couch lifting her out of her seat and on to his lap, kissing her all over her face. Shania was confused; he was happy?
“I can’t believe it!” he said in between kisses. “This is great! Pregnant! Pregnant! We’re going to have a baby!”
“Whoa, whoa.” she said and held his shoulders so she could look at him. “You want this?”
“Of course!” he said with a big grin on his face. “It’s a little fast but I couldn’t be happier. A baby!” Then he started to kiss her again.
“We need to talk about this I think Taylor.”
He stopped then. “Why?”
“I don’t live in Texas remember? What am I supposed to do?
Bring the baby here to see you every couple months? Send pictures?”
“No, you're going to move in with me. And you're going to marry me. That is my seed in there and that means you and I are staying here. Quit your job and live here with me.”
Shania was caught off guard by what he was saying. Move to Texas? Could she do that? She sat quiet for a couple minutes and made a decision in her head. She looked at Taylor and said, “Pass me the phone. I'm going to have to tell my parents I'm moving out.”
Taylor ripped his hat off of his head and yelled “Yee-Haw!” like the cowboy he was; then he picked Shania up and swung her around in his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth.
The next day Shania called her parents and told them the news. They were sad to hear she wouldn’t be living with them anymore, but they were ecstatic to be having a grandbaby. Then Shania called Andrew Smith and let him know that she would be quitting. She emailed all of the pictures she had taken to him and he sent her an email money transfer. She had her parents close up the studio and send everything to her so she could open one in Texas if she decided to.
She didn’t know where her life would take her now, but for sure Shania knew that she would have her cowboy and his seed.
~The End~
Cowboy Seeks Wife
Chapter 1
“So what, you’re telling me you got a mail-order bride?”
Shane shook his head. Caroline didn’t get it, most people didn’t and that was why he had kept it mostly to himself. He didn’t want to think about the comments that some would give him or the looks. It was unheard of in the online dating age, but he was sick of looking for a couple of dates that would turn into nothing. He wanted marriage and finding someone that was looking for the same, seemed to be the best way to go about it.
“It’s not like that, not really. I found this site and it is for people that want to get married.”
“So she is from here?”
“Not exactly. She’s from Ukraine.”
“Sounds like someone that needs a green card.”
And that was what he was worried about hearing. It was the first thing that had popped into his head when he had heard about it driving to town on the radio. There was talk of a man locally getting married and the radio hosts were talking about what it would be like to marry a stranger. They had brought up the point that it used to be the way it was, a lot longer than for-love marriages that were so common nowadays. Shane liked that argument and working 12-14 hours a day at the ranch did not leave much time to date someone enough to take care of his needs, let alone enough to get married.
“Could be, but I need a wife to help around here. Either way it goes, I get some help and companionship and she gets to live in this country.”
Caroline bristled at the pragmatism. We had been wired to only think of chemical reactions that made her heart stop. Shane’s heart had nev
er so much as skipped, let alone stopped and as he got older, he started to think that the whole idea was made up by fanciful writers late at night.
“But what about love?”
Shane shrugged. “Some people grow to love each other, some don’t. Are you happier because you married for love?”
Her face got a mix of embarrassed and pissed and she turned away.
“That’s a low blow Shane.”
She had been married four times in her forty one years of life and Shane had never brought up the statistics when she was given him advice before. He just didn’t want to hear it. Caroline was a prime example of what happened when one followed their heart instead of their head. She was pretty, well preserved for her age, but she would fall for someone that was never what she needed. After a few months, or sometimes a couple of years they would leave her for someone else and she would start all over again.
He pressed his lips together. It had been a low blow. “Sorry Caroline, it’s just you’re the only one I’ve told. I don’t mean to get defensive, but I kind of had to tell you about it.”
“And why is that?”
“Because she is moving in. We are getting married tomorrow and she’ll be here from then on.”
He could tell she was shocked. “I thought there was time before you have to get married?”
“There is, but why wait?”
She was the one using restraint now. “And Caroline, I was wondering if you could help her out, you know show her the business side of it. She is an accountant in her country, so she will be doing the paperwork side of things from now on. You hate it and it will give you more time with the horses.”
Caroline liked the idea. Every month she dreaded having to get together the paperwork to send in. The invoices, bills, if she could get out of doing that, her job at Afton Ranch would be perfect. “Okay, sure. It’s good timing cause next week is end of month and the second quarter, so all that will be left is learning annual.”
She tried to push back the fear that maybe she would be replaced.
Caroline didn’t even want to think about what she would do if she lost the job.
Shane relaxed, his face showing the relief of pressure. “Thanks Caroline. I knew I could count on you to handle this, as well as your discretion.”
“You are going to have to say something sooner or later boss. The boys are going to notice some young Ukraine woman walking around the ranch.”
“How do you know she is young?”
“Just a guess.”
He looked off for a minute. She wasn’t that young, around twenty five or so. Shane actually didn’t have but one picture and it was kind of blurry. When he had finally gotten the nerve to go through with it, he spent as little time as he could finding someone. He read a few and one profile stood out. Her likes were outdoorsy and she was good with paperwork. With love out of the equation, he found it to be perfect.
“She’s a bit younger, but not by much. I just turned thirty one.”
“Fine Shane, it’s your life.” Her eyes looked a little sad. Shane knew that there had been a time that she had tried to make him the fifth husband and he had entertained it a little, but they were better as they were, without mucking it up with sex. Whether he could say it out loud or not, she didn’t have statistics behind her.
“It’s not that bad. I mean, if we can’t make it work we will get divorced. It’s a lot more common now.”
Caroline sighed. He really wasn’t the man for her. She still wanted the chemical reactions to explode in her brain, she wanted it all, even if for but a brief time before fizzling out.
“So, enough of that. What’s on the agenda today?”
“We have to transfer a couple horses upstate and I need to get the vet to come out and take a look at Levi’s foot. She had been favoring that leg for a couple of days now and I am starting to worry about it.”
Caroline nodded. “So who am I going up there with, Sammy?” Her face was hopeful and it made him laugh as he put their coffee cups away.”
“No. Talk about me liking them young though. Caroline he just turned twenty.”
She had the good graces to look embarrassed, but her mind went to his hard body when he took his shirt off. There was nothing better in the summer than sitting on the porch and watching the trainers and labor men work. She fanned herself and then giggled back. “Alright be nice. I will see you tomorrow then. Just not Jimmy, that’s all I ask.”
“Okay deal. Anton?”
“That’s fine. He will just sleep the whole time anyways.”
Shane took off out the door and got into his truck. He was going to the airport to pick her up and though he said there were no other thoughts than practicality, he couldn’t help but be a little nervous. One way or another, the woman was going to be in his life for a time and he wanted to make a good impression. Tomorrow, she would be his bride.
He took time to shave that morning. The beard was a couple of days old and made him look gruff. Or so he had been told on multiple occasions. Shane had been up early that morning and though he had things to do later, like every day, all he could think about was his bride-to-be Dasha.
Chapter 2
Dasha looked at her watch again and was starting to get perturbed. She had been waiting for what felt like days, but was only about an hour. The plane was over thirty minutes early and then Shane was about a half an hour late. He better have a good excuse, she thought to herself.
She didn’t even have a picture of him to know who she was looking for. There had been people standing around when they got off with little white placards with names on them, but none had her name. It was always a risk to do something like this, but she had not expected the man to not show up at all.
Looking around, she tried to remember what he said. Six foot, dark hair and dark eyes. There wasn’t much else said except that he was some kind of cowboy, so she expected a tall hat and boots. She was not expecting the handsome man that said her name ever so softly behind her as he tapped her on the shoulder.
“Dasha?”
She turned around, not expecting him to look like that. “Yes, you are Shane?”
He nodded. His heart stopped for a moment. There was no skip, but a full moment where he wondered if it was going to start again.
When the man didn’t say anything she figured it wasn’t him and she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.
“Oh, you are here to pick me up?”
Shane finally got it together and grabbed her bag. “No, I’m Shane. Sorry, but your picture did you no justice.”
“Neither did your description.”
She waited for him to say more, but he just stared down at her.
“So should we go?”
“Yes, of course.”
He was not expecting to feel that way. She was beautiful and while even her picture was pretty, there was no preparing him for the small, petite woman that stood in front of him. Shane had expected timid, shy maybe, but she did not seem that way at all. Dasha did not seem as affected by him, as he was by her. To think that he had picked her because of her accounting skills was almost laughable to him.
They walked out to the vehicle and he put her bag in the back of the truck. Opening the door for her, she thanked him and didn’t quite meet his eyes as she got in. Shutting it behind her, he took the long way around the back to give his self a moment to cool down the ardor his body felt. Tomorrow the woman would be his bride and all he could think about was getting his hands on her. He started to wonder how real of a marriage they would actually have.
Getting in next to her, he asked how her flight was.
“It was good, but we were early and I’ve been there over an hour.”
He was not expecting that tone and he kind of chuckled. Timid indeed. “Sorry about that Dasha, I had a sick horse and the vet would only see him early.”
“I see. And?”
“And?”
“How is the horse?”
“Oh, she neede
d a leg splint from an old injury that is acting up.”
“Well that is good, to take care of those kind of things are important.”
He could tell she was still a little upset, but she seemed to have made her peace with him being late. Looking out the window, she took in the surroundings. A silence fell over them and he wasn’t sure what to say. It was strange to meet someone like that, but he had to press on. There were plans to be made that day for the next.
“I was thinking we would go get you a dress for tomorrow and let you pick out some flowers. Whatever you want to get, we can get in the city while we are here.”
“There’s no need. I’ve brought my dress and flowers aren’t necessary. But there is something I would really like to do.”
“What’s that?”
“I just want to call home and let them know I got here okay. They will worry until I do. Let them know you are not traffickers or something.”
The thought sobered him up. With those kinds of dangers, he had to admire her courage to come. He could have made a joke about it, but it didn’t seem the time. He wanted to make her feel safe and if that is what did it, it was easy enough to take care of. Handing her his phone, she dialed a few digits and then waited.
Speaking in her native language, he liked the sound of it, yet didn’t know what she was saying. He really didn’t care as long as she kept talking. It gave him a moment to observe her when they got to a stop sign. Shane had thought it would be different, that he wouldn’t want to kiss her or that dare he say, love her, but he was already feeling something for the woman. There was something about her and the matter of fact way that she spoke. It was going to be an adventure, he thought to himself.
Dasha didn’t talk for long before she handed the phone back to him. He set it on the dash and asked her if she was hungry. She said that she really wasn’t, more nervous than anything else. Another silence followed them for the rest of the long trip home. Shane would start to say something and then second guess what he was going to say and then he was left to say nothing at all. He assured himself that it was just the newness of it all and soon enough it would be normal.
