by Ashlee Price
Shane went back upstairs and saw that Dasha was back in her own room. He knocked softly. He was afraid that after everything that happened in her first day, she would want to leave. If it was him in that situation, he thought that maybe he would want to leave himself. When she opened the door and was wearing her wedding gown, his heart stopped and then finally restarted. She wasn’t going to leave him after all.
“You still want to get married Dasha?”
“Yes. You will be good husband. Do you still want to marry me?”
“More than anything else in the world.” He watched her eyes and hated to see the bit of timid in her face. Something that he had expected was heartbreaking to see and before he could stop himself, he had pulled her to him. She looked up at him, her lips quivering and he moved down to brush his lips ever so softly against hers. Dasha sighed and then opened her mouth to let his probing tongue in. Shane took it as an invitation and they were both out of breath by the time he pulled away. Her taste like a drug and her blue eyes held something else now. Shane left before he ruined it by pushing too far and made his way to his own bedroom to get something on for the ceremony. The reverend was going to be there in a little while and now that there were less people, it would just be that much more intimate.
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“Dearly Beloved…”
The reverend went on with the words that were in everyone’s hearts and minds. Shane couldn’t hear them, only seeing Dasha. She looked down, unable to keep his gaze. Her own mind was riveted with an idea of what would happen next. She had to be prompted to respond when finally asked if she agreed. Looking back up at him, she thought to herself, how could she not?
“I do.”
He had already said his part and when they were made official, her heart skipped as he moved in for another kiss. She could still feel him on her lips and they melted together with the touch. Shane had to pull himself together when he realized that there were people watching him and he pulled away with a red face. Her eyes were still closed.
It was official. They were married and she was his. The day had been a crazy one and he knew that it may not end the way he wanted it to, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, it was perfect. She was perfect and the way she finally looked up at him, he wouldn’t have changed for the world. She looked at him like he was the man on the white horse to save her. Dasha felt safe with him and he took that trust very seriously.
The pastor left and everyone else went back to work. There was to be no honeymoon for the two of them, especially not two people short on the ranch, but Shane was not going to work anymore that day. He just wanted to spend the rest of the day with her.
They went back inside after everyone left the small gathering and Dasha was quiet. She looked nervous and Shane wasn’t sure why.
“Are you okay Dasha?”
It was too much, hell it was too much for him and he was used to the craziness of the ranch. He felt bad about what happened and he just wanted her to feel okay with it.
“I’m fine, just a strange day. Is it always like that here?”
“Not like that, but there is always something going on. I got rid of Caroline and Sammy, so it will be calmer now.”
“Why Caroline?”
Shane paused, should he tell her. “She pushed him to do that.”
Dasha nodded. “She wanted you as her husband?”
He was surprised she put it together so quickly.
“Yeah, something like that. How did you know?”
“A woman knows. Were you two…”
“No, no, nothing like that. She is not my type at all.”
Dasha seemed to like that answer, though she still wasn’t smiling about it. Dasha moved to their bedroom and started to put away the rest of her things. She didn’t know what else to do after the day she was having. Her emotions were everywhere, but the one constant feeling was how safe she felt with Shane. The idea of him with that blonde woman made her angry in a way that she didn’t quite understand.
“What would you like to do today Dasha? I know that this isn’t a regular marriage, so I am not sure where to go from here.”
Chapter 6
She turned around and looked at him. She was still in her wedding dress that made her seem even more slight. It was absurd really, to be talking there like that right after their wedding. It wasn’t a normal wedding though and the confidence that he had felt before meeting her was gone. Everything that he thought he knew was wrong. Now he understood why people would go to such extremes, such lengths to be with someone. Now Shane understood what all of the fuss was about.
“Are you not sure what to do?”
Dasha sounded incredulous and it made him grin a little.
“I know what to do when it comes to that Dasha, but I didn’t know what you wanted to do. It’s your choice. Whatever you want.”
She turned her back to him and met his eyes through the reflection of the mirror on the dresser. Shane could tell she was blushing and it made certain changes in her demeanor make more sense. Dasha had been so sure of herself yesterday, but after Sammy trying to seduce her and then as the consummation became a question, the timid woman that he seen now had appeared. His fear had been that she would be this way always, the fire from before gone, but now he knew that she just never knew a man in that way.
The knowledge gave him more insight, but also created conflicting feelings with it. He wanted to take his time, but the idea of being the first made his blood boil.
“Will you help me take this off please?”
Her voice was so quiet, but he heard it as if it was thundering in his head. Shane found his feet planted to the floor for a moment, questioning if it was what he had actually heard it or was it what his mind made him think he heard. It was what he wanted to hear.
“You need help with your dress?”
She nodded in the mirror, her blue eyes looking to him.
“Please.”
Shane closed his eyes for a moment and then moved forward to reach her. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the long row of buttons on the back. He couldn’t think of how she had gotten in it with her body so close. She was breathing in shallow breaths and he wondered how such a beautiful woman could be still untouched.
His fingers played with the revealed flesh when he was done, running a tip up her back and watching her shiver. Shane moved the fabric off of her shoulders, where the swell of her breasts stopped it from falling the rest of the way off of her. “I couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful wife Dasha. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I want to make love to my wife, but only when you are ready.”
He had to give her a choice. Sex had always been optional in his mind when he had come up with the idea of finding a wife, practicality was what he had been thinking about, but now all he could think about was being her husband in all senses of the word.
Dasha’s blue eyes met his finally as he towered over her. She trembled against him, but finally moved. Her hands went to the top of the dress and pulled it down to fall. Catching on her hips, she pushed it the rest of the way down and Shane couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. His palms rubbed her shoulders and then moved down her upper arm towards her small breasts. Cupping them from behind, his fingers played with the hardened tips as Dasha’s head fell back against his chest.
He played with her as she squirmed against him and he was left rigid in his pants in seconds. Shane was watching her face through the mirror, the way her body jerked as one hand dragged short nails down her abdomen. He toyed with the soft brown curls that covered her. Knee pushing in between her thighs, she made a small whimpering sound when he found her damp heat. Shane bit her shoulder and she made the same sound again. As his finger moved lower, rubbing against her clit, her noises became louder and more damaging to his need.
Shane made circles over her swelling clit. She seemed more than ready and when he moved lower, his assumptions were found to be right. No one else had ever touched her before. Sucking where he ha
d bit, his fingers moved back up to the top of her slit and pressed harder. Dasha gasped and wiggled her ass against his own raging need. He groaned as he moved faster on her, watching her body tense as she was dragged closer to the edge. Dasha had her eyes shut tight and he tapped on her with the tops of his fingers.
“Come for me Dasha. So you will be wet enough.”
He continued his assault on her quim, while his other hand left her to make him ready for her. He had never needed something so badly in his life and when she called out his name in that accent, her need splashing out onto his fingertips, Shane thought he was going to explode. It was too much and he was struggled to release himself with only one hand.
Her hips and ass pushed back against him over and over again. Her body was searching for it and when he finally felt the cleft between her cheeks he growled. Going back to rubbing her sensitivity, he positioned himself lower to her opening that was barred. Her eyes flashed open as he pressed in against her barrier. Shane rubbed more, making her stomach tighten and her moaning started again. Conflicting thoughts once more.
“Are you ready Dasha?”
She nodded her head, though her eyes fluttered closed as soon as he started to press inside. Slowly the cockhead ripped through to her tight depths and Shane gritted his teeth to the urge to slam forward. Her name whispered softly in her ear as he pushed deeper, her insides suffocating him. Pulling out, she gripped him and when he pressed back in found her no less choking.
“Oh God Dasha. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” The last syllable rose with his sudden thrust to fully seat himself inside of her. He was just so big and she was so small it was hard to think. Moving back to her breasts, he played with a tip while he rubbed her pleasure spot. She started to move her hips against him, pressing him in and out just an inch, grinding back against him as she moaned.
Shane watched her bring herself to pleasure, using his body as her instrument. The longer he was inside of her, the deeper she pushed him and the faster she pulled him out. “Yes, yes, I’m going to come Shane.”
Her shaking made his blood boil, the sounds of her satisfying him in a way that nothing else could. But it was the flush of her essence down his shaft that propelled him forward, pushing her down onto the dresser, his cock sliding deeper.
He couldn’t be tender any longer and her body was asking for something else entirely. When he pulled out and seen the slickness left from her, he slammed back in suddenly. Her tits bounced back and forth as he started to move into her quickly. Pushing in hard and deep and then pulling out quickly to do it over again.
Dasha was still coming, unable to stop as each thrust rubbed her clit against the edge of the dresser. She braced herself against the mirror as he pounded into her. His name became a chant on her lips as she came over and over again. Shane watched ever nuisance of her face and then her eyes met his as he started to fill her with his hot seed. She convulsed around his shaft with each inch pressed deeper to her womb.
He laid his head on her back and breathed out deeply. How could he not have known that it was possible to feel that way? Shane helped her up, her knees a little wobbly as he moved her to the bed. Removing his shirt and pants, he laid down next to her, pulling her close. Dasha sighed against him and laced her hands with his.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you Dasha.”
She turned to him. “Not at all. It was better than I could have hoped for. I knew I was waiting for the right one and it was you.”
For someone that had never believed in love, Shane felt the same way.
“I’ve been waiting for you too Dasha. I just didn’t know it.”
She sighed and pulled closer to him, molding her body against him. They slept for hours afterwards, only getting out of bed to get something to nibble on before going back to nibbling on each other. It wasn’t a regular wedding by far, but it was certainly one that would never be forgotten by the two who shared it.
~The End~
Claimed by Two Firefighters
Chapter 1
Drew was laughing and having a good time with her friends. They were all out at a local bar and the only thing that she was thinking about was the drink in her hand and the cute guy that was talking next to her. She didn’t want to worry about the mortgage that was too far gone or the husband that was cheating. All she wanted to worry about was not worrying about any of it.
“So what do you do?”
She shrugged. “I make money for other people, you?”
The dark-haired man laughed, “About the same.” He had told her his name, but she couldn’t for the life of her, remember what it was. It didn’t matter she told herself. All that mattered was that he was cute and he made her knees go to jelly when he looked at her. It had just been so long since she had been intimate with someone that she was starting to wonder if she even remembered how. As Jerry pushed closer and whispered something all-together naughty in her ear, she blushed and nodded her head.
“My place or your place?”
“Your place. If you are a few blocks away, we could get there quicker.”
Drew nodded her head and pulled him along after her. She waved at Carrie and Eve. They waved back, knowing what her main goal was. She was just thankful that they didn’t give her the thumbs up or something just as embarrassing as that. Drew was having a dry spell since she had separated from Mike, but she was sure that it would somehow all work itself out. That is what she had thought anyways, until he had gotten another woman pregnant. Now she was out to forget and Jerry seemed to be the perfect dose of that.
He grinned at her as she looked behind her to see him. Jerry had his hands on her hips as they walked, his hard cock pressing against the back of her as they walked back out into the chilly September air. It was still getting warm in the day time, but the nights were starting to carry the chill that boded for winter close behind.
There was another chill as his randy hand got more bold, pushing underneath the bottom of her shirt as they walked towards her car. Drew turned around to say something, her words cut short by a hard kiss on her lips. His hands went into her hair, the fingers pushing in her raven strands. She sighed in his mouth as his body pinned her against the car. Drew was starting to wonder if he was going to take her right there, but he finally pushed away breathing hard.
“Come on.”
She unlocked the car door and he moved around to the passenger side. Jerry had far more to drink than she did, so it was clear who needed to drive. Drew had only had one mixed drink the hour she had been at the bar, using most of her time to dance with many admirers. She was horny, not drunk.
His hands were back on her before she got the small sedan started. His touch was light on her thigh and she knew where he was headed before he moved an inch. “Wait, I have to drive. It is only a couple of blocks.”
Drew was pulling out of the parking lot when he started to nuzzle her neck, licking and then biting on her shoulder. She swerved and then righted herself, trying to push him off of her. Jerry was discouraged, moving closer to get a feel of her wetness. Drew was not wearing any panties and she heard the gasp of contact, before she felt the thick finger pushing between her puffy lips.
It was impossible not to jerk as his digit surged deep with no warning. Her foot went on the brakes and she tried to pull over to the side of the road. He added another finger and she was whimpering into the small vehicle, uncaring that she was on Main street and the car that had just passed them was a local deputy. Drew didn’t see or care about any of it but him, his touch that she needed so much.
A thumb was added to push on her button and then she squealed as the additional stimulation was what she needed to come. She had wanted and needed it so bad, that her body was primed and may have been able to release with a stiff wind. “Oh fuck.” What was his name? She grasped for any thought beyond fuck and damn. She couldn’t find it, so she used all she could think about. His hand was relentless, pushing her to another end before she had finished her first. His mo
uth was hot on her neck again, his body started to move over to her side, pressing her down as his fingers dug deeper in her honey hole.
“Stop I can’t, oh God!”
Another wave of pleasure and he had taken advantage of her turned head to kiss her lips. Drew was lost in the moment and she didn’t pay attention to anything else around her. Neither one of them saw the patrol car come back around and park on the other side of the street where she had haphazardly pulled over.
Only when there was a large rap on the glass next to her head, did she cry out with another orgasm and the surprise of the police officer in front of her. She closed her eyes to the power of it and Drew shook and sprayed against his arm.
“Fuck stop, stop Jerry.”
“Oh come on baby. You can take it.”
He pulled his mouth away and his eyes opened. His cock was rock hard from her moans and wetness. It took him a second to realize what he was seeing. He blinked and then pulled his hand away, gleaming with juices by the flashlight that was pointed down into her lap. Drew’s body was still shaking with aftershocks of pleasure, but she had the wherewithal to push her skirt down to cover up her bare core. She cursed to herself as she rolled down her window.
“Put your car in park Ma’am and turn off the engine.”
Drew cursed and did as he asked. The light did not leave her lap.
“License and registration? Sir, I need some identification.”
The man next to her stalled, his eyes darting around at his surroundings. He said that he didn’t have any on him and taking too long to think of another name. The officer had heard her call him Jerry and his eyes narrowed, his mind remembering a fax he had received from the county over about a missing girl.
Drew was leaned over trying to find something in her glove compartment and didn’t really notice what was going on with the two of them. She was trying to find her insurance card. “Ma’am, step out of the car please.”
Drew turned and looked at the officer, his face telling her that he meant it. “Officer I have it, if you will just give me a second.”
