by Alexa Riley
She hesitates for a second, and I hold her hands as she lowers herself to the floor. When she gets in position, she reaches down to the hem of her sun dress and pulls it off in one fluid motion. Then she removes her bra, leaving her only in a pair of pink cotton panties.
I tug her red hair out of its ponytail and watch it fall around her shoulders She licks her plump lips, and my cock is angry with need. Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and pull out my hard length. Her eyes grow wide with desire, and I stroke it a few times right in front of her face.
“I want you to suck my cock so good I see those dimples I love. Then I want you to bend over so I can eat your pussy and fuck you from behind. I feel like marking my territory.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers and licks her lips again.
She reaches out, brushing my hand away, and then takes as much of my cock as she can. The feeling of her warm mouth and tongue around my shaft has me closing my eyes for a second to try to get control. When I open them back up, I see she’s got her cheeks hollowed out and those fucking dimples are there.
I want to watch her do it forever, but in reality I can only stand about thirty seconds before I’m pulling her off and getting behind her so I can taste her pussy.
“Damn it,” she hisses when I take it out of her mouth. But her protests end when I pull her panties to the side and cover her pussy with my mouth. “Oh yeah, Daddy. That’s it.”
I’ll never get tired of hearing her call me that, and I make her say it over and over as I eat her to an orgasm.
When she’s finished giving me the last of her tremors on my tongue, I sit up and press my cock to her opening. I thrust home in one long, slick stroke, feeling her impossibly tight pussy squeeze me.
“You never get any smaller do you?” She gasps and pushes back against me.
Her lush ass fills both my hands, and I grip her tightly as I bounce her against my cock. “If you weren’t so fucking tight, I wouldn’t have to squeeze my way in,” I say, leaning over her back and kissing her shoulder.
“I love you,” she says, and I feel my beast calming.
“Damn right you do,” I say and give her shoulder a little nip. I bring my hand to her pussy and rub her clit. She starts to squeeze me, and I feel her climax coming. “I love you, too, Dolly.”
“I’m cumming,” the words are out of my mouth, and I feel her go over with me. The warm heat of our passion surrounds us, and I hold her body as we try to catch our breath. Every time is like the first time with her, and I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.
“Take me to bed, Daddy.”
That’s all I need to hear before I’m cradling her in my arms and kissing her soft lips. “Your wish is my command, little lamb.”
“Then why don’t you spank my ass and feed me a cupcake?” she says, her sass rising.
“Sounds like our regular Tuesday night. I’m in.” I wink at her and then do exactly what she says.
Epilogue
Dolly
A few years later…
“You feeling all right?” Brandon asks, kissing my neck. I tilt my head, letting him have more of me. He buries his face in my hair for a moment, taking a deep breath.
“I’m perfect.”
He makes a noise like he doesn’t believe me before turning me and picking me up. He places me on the counter in the kitchen and his hands go straight for my feet. That’s when I know I’m busted.
“You took your boots off.”
“I was hot,” I counter.
“They’re swollen,” he fires back.
They are, but I can’t stop. Not until I’m done getting things ready. I want everything to be perfect for our little girl’s second birthday. I might be going overboard, but I’m going to get in as much girliness as possible. Because I know these days are numbered.
“I’m almost done,” I tell him, looking around at all the food I’ve been making today. It was the last thing I had left to do. I’d even made the cake myself. I’d stayed up late making it, and it looks more like a pink wedding cake than a birthday one. But instead of there being a groom and bride at the top, there is a giant 2.
“You’ll never be done, little lamb. I know you. You’ll go go go until you fall over, and it isn’t happening. Not when you’re about to burst. You’re going to end up giving birth to our boys a month early at this rate.” The hand massaging my feet goes to my very swollen belly.
We’re lucky I’ve got child-bearing hips or these twin boys, who seem to be heading for their father’s size, would never make it out of me.
“I don’t know why you get so worked up. You know everyone will bring food. There is more than enough, and I already got the whole back yard decorated. It looks like a pink explosion out there. I even fed your cows strawberry syrup this morning so all their milk comes out pink just for the occasion.”
I snort as his joke.
“This is going to be the pinkest barbeque birthday Texas has ever seen,” Brandon says, making me smile.
“Mommy, everyone is here!” I hear Savannah squeal from the other room. Both Brandon and I laugh at her excitement.
She’s been bouncing off the walls waiting for her cousins to get here, like she doesn’t see them every day. Those kids are thick as thieves.
“I think she’s even louder than me,” I whisper to him.
“Think?”
“Hush, Baby-daddy,” I say playfully, smacking his chest.
Everyone pours into the house and, like Brandon said, they have stacks of dishes with them. All the women love to cook, and most family events take place at our house. It’s really become the center of the family, the place where everyone always ends up.
Little ones come barreling through the house and straight out the back door. Brandon takes a dish from my hands and follows me outside. He places it on one of the picnic tables that’s already covered in food.
“Go sit,” Brandon tells me. I start to protest, but he levels me with a stare.
“Doesn’t have a lot of power when I know you won’t spank me,” I tease him.
“Little lamb, I have other ways to punish you,” he whispers in my ear. He grabs me by the hand and leads me over to a chair. He sits down and pulls me into his lap with him. He knows I won’t stay on my feet if he wants me to sit with him. I relax into his big warm body, watching all the little ones run around. This is the third kid’s birthday our giant family in the past six weeks, with all of us popping kids out all the time now. It’s never-ending and I love it. Love every freaking moment of it.
“God, you look like Mom like that. I remember when she was pregnant with you. I swear you two could be twins,” Ty says, sitting down next to me. He pulls his wife MJ into his lap, resting his hand on her small baby bump like Brandon has his on mine.
“She would have loved this.” I look over at him. My eyes water, not because I’m sad, but because I’m happy. We all are. This was all Mama ever wanted. For the family to be close and happy. I knew that was her dying wish when I’d read their will after she passed. They’d split up the land, but made sure we’d all be stuck together. She got what she wanted, and I’d spent my life until now making sure that happened, too.
Making sure all of us stayed close. Making sure all my brothers always had what they needed until they found their wives.
I rest my hand on top of Brandon’s.
“I think these babies might be my last,” I say looking at my belly.
“Nah. We keep popping them out, we won’t even need farmhands anymore. We’ll just have our own little crews,” Ty says.
Brandon laughs before he adds his own two cents. “I’m good with three, but she said the same thing last time. Wait until these boys start crawling around and she’ll be wanting another.”
I think about our twins crawling all around and I feel my face drop. I don’t like that idea.
Brandon laughs even harder. “See? She’s pregnant and already thinking about another baby.”
“Whatever,” I mumble
because I know he’s right.
“No need to pout. You can have as many babies as you want, little lamb.”
“Well, I’m definitely done,” MJ says, and Ty shakes his head behind her. I have to hide my giggle.
“I’ll never be done,” Trace’s wife, Addison, says, a giant smile on her face. I believe her. She barely makes it past the six-week all-clear mark from one baby and Trace has another one in her. I think all these men have pregnancy fetishes or something.
“I think I’m good for a little while,” Blake’s wife, Luciana says, holding a baby in her arms.
I smile, resting my head back and closing my eyes for a second. I sit contentedly, enjoying the sounds of our family talking and playing, and feel happiness encircling us.
I don’t think I could ask for anything more than this, and I know Brandon is right. This birthday party is perfect because it’s got everything anyone could ever need. Love.
THE END
When Clare Stevens walked onto the McCallister ranch, she expected her life to be a certain way. She was the mail-order bride of the owner, and she was to fulfill her duties. Clean the house, cook for his men, and warm his bed at night. What she didn't expect was the beefy cowboy who walked in and literally swept her off her feet.
Cash McCallister didn't have time to date and find a wife. So a mail-order bride seemed the easiest way to find a partner. He thought he'd made a mistake until he laid eyes on the little piece of sunshine that lit up his life. He never imagined a true love like this. He never knew an obsession could take hold so tightly.
When drama hits the farm and their fast love is threatened, can Clare and Cash hold it together?
Warning: This is literally as cliché as it sounds...and just as awesome. It's country living with high-calorie foods and easy sunsets. Come sit on the porch and stay a while. You'll like what you see.
Copyright © 2016 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.
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Edited by Aquila Editing
This book is for those of us lucky enough to have a night under the stars while sipping Boone’s Farm. Here’s to the backs of trucks, cowboy hats, and tight jeans. Yeehaw!
Chapter 1
Clare
“Miss Clare Stevens?” I turn my head to look at the man who said my name. The sun blocks my view until he takes another step forward, his cowboy boots tapping on the concrete of the train station’s entryway. His movement gives me a clear view of him now, and I’m taken aback by the sight of him.
He looks like he could be my father’s age. Not that I knew my father, but if I had to guess how old he was, he’d be around this old. Instantly, the little bit of the fear I’d been feeling slides away. The man looks nice. The laugh lines around his mouth are evident, even with all the wrinkles. His grey hair is cut short, his skin is deeply browned by the sun, probably from years of working out on the land.
“Yes, that’s me.” I rise from the bench I’d been sitting on for over an hour. I was starting to wonder if my soon-to-be husband was coming or if maybe he’d changed his mind. The worry had grown worse with each ticking minute that had gone by. I didn’t even have enough money to catch a train back out of Lobo, Texas. I would have been stranded in a town in the middle of Nowheresville.
“Sorry about that, ma’am. One of the fences broke this morning and we had hogs all over the place. Had to round the bastards up.” He cringes slight at his own curse. “Excuse my language, ma’am.”
I smile, letting him know it doesn’t bother me “Don’t hold back on my account. I grew up on a farm with ten ranch hands. I’ve heard it all.”
“That so?”
I nod. “Yeah, until my mama got sick and we had to move to the city.” I can still hear the pain in my own voice. It’s still fresh. I can’t hide it, even if I wanted to. She left me all alone a little over a month ago, and I don’t have anyone now. The ranch I’d grown up on was gone. It wasn’t our ranch, but it felt like it after all the years we poured into working there. The ranch hands there were the only family I’d ever really known, but the Blackwells upped and sold the ranch last year and there wasn’t the option of going back to work there now.
I’d found myself up the creek with no paddle.
“Sorry about your loss.”
I just shrug my shoulder because I really don’t want to talk about it.
“That all you got?” He nods at the one bag I have sitting next to the bench. That all you got? The words burn.
“Yeah, that’s all I got.”
He studies me for a second, his eyes going soft.
“He’s never going to see you coming.” He laughs, and the lines around his mouth are more prominent now. I know he’s talking about my future husband, Cash McCallister.
“Pretty sure he knows I’m on my way.” I go to grab my bag, but the man beats me to it.
“Name’s Earl,” he says, picking up my bag and giving me a wink. “And no, I’m not sure he knows you’re coming.”
With that, he turns, bag in hand, and starts heading out of the train station. I follow him as we make our way towards a black truck. He throws my bag into the back before opening the passenger door for me.
He actually has to give me a little boost to get inside. This thing needs a freaking stepladder or something.
Closing the door behind me, I slip on the seatbelt while he climbs in the driver’s side. He buckles his own belt before he turns the key and the truck comes to life.
“It’s about an hour’s drive out to the ranch. It’s nothing but farmland once we pull out of this town. You need anything before we go?”
“Where is he?” I don’t know why that’s my response, but I’m hurt that the man I’m supposed to be marrying isn’t here to pick me up. I actually thought we’d be tying the knot before heading out to his ranch. That’s what the email had said.
“Got held up,” is his only reply as he pulls out of the train station, getting right on the road out of town.
I bite my lip as I look over at Earl, who shoots me another wink. I debate whether I should try to grill him for information about Cash or let it be. He’d probably tell him everything I’d said. Besides, Cash told me how this marriage was going to work and why he needed a wife.
A marriage of convenience. Someone to warm his bed and cook his meals. He hadn’t said it in such blunt terms, but I could read between the lines. Though I didn’t know why a man as handsome as Cash needed a mail-order bride. Handsome was putting it mildly. He’d given me one picture of himself and said it was the only one he had. It looked like it was taken without him knowing. He was on top of a horse, a stern expression on his face.
I couldn’t make out his hair with the Stetson on his head or his eye color, but there was no hiding he was attractive and massive. Intimidating was the best word I could use to describe him in the picture. I couldn’t imagine a man like him needed to get a mail-order bride, but here I am. Something about not needing the tangles of love. This wasn’t going to be hearts and flowers. We would each do our part.
His words were cold, and at that, I’d pushed the idea of finding my Prince Charming out the window. When I’d first found out about the Cowboy Mail-Order Bride Program, I’d let those little romantic ideas dance around in my head, but it was clear
from the emails and the fact that he couldn’t even bring himself to pick me up today that he hadn’t been lying. This is all for convenience.
He didn’t even ask for a picture of me. All he wanted to know was if I could cook, clean, and work a computer. That had pretty much been the gist of it. The agency did a background check, and I’m not sure what-all they’d given Cash of it.
I close my eyes, and soon the hum of the truck puts me to sleep. I don’t know how long I drift, but the touch of a hand to mine wakes me from my sleep.
“We’re here,” Earl says. I look out at a large ranch-style home made completely out of wood. A deck wraps around the whole thing and I see white swings on the porch. The double front door is a dark blue, giving the home a welcoming feeling.
I open the truck door, wanting to see more, but Earl grabs me by the wrist.
“Wait for me.” He exits the truck, coming around to my side to help me down.
There’s land as far as I can see, with barns speckled here and there.
“It’s beautiful here.”
Earl just nods in agreement before going back to the truck and getting my bag. A few men step out of the white barn closest to the house. Both raise their hats, saying hi. I nod back at them.
One thing I’d always loved about growing up on a ranch was that there were always people around. And I love to cook. Mama and I could cook for hours for the men, and it was worth it to see their faces light up when they came in after a hard day of work. It made me feel needed, a part of something. I want that feeling again.
“Let me show you inside.” I follow Earl up the porch stairs. He opens the doors to the house, leading right into the living room. Everything is minimal. It looks like a woman has never even stepped foot in here. The walls are bare, and the only furniture consists of three sofas facing a giant television screen. The living room is open and connected to the dining room and kitchen.
