The Country Doctor's Bride (Historical West - The Cowboys of Naked Bluff, Texas series Book 6)

by Anita Philmar

  Back and forth, he taught her the rhythm he wanted to set until her panting breath echoed around them. Still, he pushed her, thrusting slightly deeper each time she tried to settle.

  “I’m so close,” she moaned. Her frantic movements grew in intensity until she threw back her head with a guttural cry of need.

  Gazing at her sleek form covered in a thin layer of moisture, he met her stroke for stroke until her body pulsed around him. Her orgasm hit and goose bumps dotted her silky skin.

  Unable to hold out any longer, he drove his hips upwards and poured himself into her. A husky groan escaped. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, hugged her closer, struggled to catch his breath, and rested his head on her breast. The sound of her racing heart beat against his ear. Words rumbled in her chest and played like a sensual song against his.

  “Nathaniel, you are one exceptional bronc. It’d be a true injustice to break you.”

  Thrill by her comment, he smiled and ran a soothing hand along her spine. “Don’t worry, all I have to do is look at you, and I’m ready to release my wild side.”

  “What exactly does that mean?”

  He tilted his head and examined her closer. Did she think that couples only make love at night in bed? She had appeared excited by the possibility of someone at their door, and a little fascinated by having multiple partners. Did his innocent bride have a thrill seeking side to her nature?

  “It means I intend to explore new positions, places, and activities with you.” He narrowed his focus and noted the spark of fear in the depths of her eyes. “But should at any time you’re not comfortable with what we are doing speak up, we can always adjust our plans.”

  “Am I allowed to make suggestions?” She eased off his lap and stepped to her clothes, which he had thrown onto the floor only a short while ago.

  She bent to retrieve her bloomers. The smooth curve of her ass had his mind immediately jumping to the notion of taking her from behind.

  He stood and adjusted his pants to buckle his belt. “I don’t see why not, do you have something in mind?”

  Turning, she grinned. “Other than getting dressed?”

  His gaze dropped to her plush breasts. Immediately, his body stirred with thoughts of having her again. “Yes, we still have the rest of the evening to ourselves. What would you like to do?”

  A tight nod and her refusal to say anymore displayed her uncertainty to confide in him.

  “Tell me what it is?” He waited for several long seconds. Just when he thought he’d have to ask again, she walked to the doorway and turned with a smile.

  “Can we go upstairs and let you strip for me?”

  Before he could answer, she dashed down the hallway.

  He caught her before she made it to the stairs and swung her up into his arms. “Sweetheart, I’ll take my clothes off for you any day.”

  ****

  Over the next week, Dixy grew more comfortable with Nathaniel’s routine. He liked to start the morning early by seeing to outside chores. At around seven, he’d come in to eat something and afterward head to his office. His first patients usually arrived somewhere between eight-thirty or nine.

  Happy to fall in with his schedule, she rose not long after him. After making the bed and straightening up their bedroom, she took care of a few household chores before she fixed his breakfast and prepared the front room for guests.

  Their recent marriage had caused an influx of people to drop by unexpectedly. Some well-wishers, others simply curious, all were eager to learn, who had married the doctor in town. Most were cordial, but the one person Dixy wanted to visit the most, hadn’t shown up yet. The Texas Deputy had remained suspiciously absent.

  Why?

  The clock on the mantel chimed, letting her know Nathaniel only had a few more patients to see today. Their voices rang from the parlor.

  Having come accustom to having people waiting in there before seeing Nathaniel, Dixy paused in the hallway and peered into the room. A woman and a girl, who appeared to be her teenage daughter, sat on the couch while an elderly man occupied the chair by the fire.

  Dixy had met the man earlier when he brought in his wife for her appointment. Nevertheless, she couldn’t remember his name.

  The man’s assessing glare ran over the girl. A toothless smile formed on his lips, and he straightened his shoulders. “I guess now that Doc has found himself a wife. Sierra, you’ll need to go looking for a husband elsewhere.”

  “That’s exactly, what I said to Momma yesterday, wasn’t it?” The girl brushed a few wild strands of hair off her flushed forehead and turned, her youthful face bright with excitement. “See even Mr. Hamilton agrees. With no eligible men in the area, I’d be smarter to head off to Dallas and try to find someone there.”

  “Sierra, we talked...”

  The woman with her back to Dixy shifted restlessly.

  But before she had a chance to answer, Mr. Hamilton interrupted, “No reason to do that, girly. We have several good men right here.”

  He pointed a finger at the girl and pondered for a few second before he suggested, “There’s the minister and John Smith. Both are fine, strapping men.”

  “No,” the woman said harshly. “John Smith is not suitable for any respectable woman.”

  Immediately, Dixy wondered why everyone seemed to disapprove of the man. He may have been a little pushy when they met, but he was nice looking and appeared cordial enough.

  “And well, the minister has too many other duties to pay any attention to a new wife.” The woman waved her hand as if swatting away the absurd idea.

  “Then ya plan—”

  The squeak of door hinges distracted Dixy. She twisted around to see Nathaniel standing in the doorway of his office. His words had the hair on the back of her neck rising in anger. “Now, don’t worry about paying your bill today, Mrs. Hamilton. We will settle up when your son comes to town.”

  Having heard her father say the same thing more than once, she remembered the number of times he’d never collect on what was owed him. Now with Nathaniel, she refused to allow the identical thing to happen. They were married, and Dixy figured she had the undeniable right to speak her mind. Stalking forward, she queried, “Did you write it down?”

  “What?” He smiled. The twinkle of desire in his gaze had her fighting the urge to scold him for giving his patient’s credit. He released the door handle and caught her around the waist, drawing her to his side. “Mrs. Hamilton, have you had the pleasure of meeting my beautiful bride?”

  The older woman nodded and gathered her wrap close before she used her cane to rise to her feet. Taking a cautious step forward, she walked to Nathaniel’s desk and tapped the ledger lying across the top. “Don’t worry, Missy. He has a head for business and keeps us all honest. Though there are some who...”

  “Now, Mrs. Hamilton, there’s no need for concern. Dixy just isn’t familiar with how I handle the finances.” Nathaniel squeezed her close and continued, “We’re still in the honeymoon stage.”

  Dixy wanted to argue and watched the woman, trying to read her reaction to Nathaniel’s comment. Mrs. Hamilton’s wrinkled face reflected the amount of time and energy she spent in the sun. With a knowing smile, she arched a brow and shuffled closer. “A man ain’t worth his salt if he can’t take care of his wife. So don’t let her questions ruffle your feathers, she has a vested interest in your business.”

  “Now, Sissy, don’t lecture the boy.” The man from the parlor joined them and held out an arm to his wife.

  She turned to him with a frown. “And why not? His mom and pa are not here. So who’s going to keep him in line? You?”

  Mrs. Hamilton shook her head and grabbed onto his forearm for support. “We’ve been married almost forty years. It’s our duty to help this little girl. Hell, a big strapping man like the doc, here, is used to doing things his own way. He might need to be reminded he has a wife now.”

  “I’m sure he won’t forget.” Her husband winked at Na
thaniel and directed his wife to the door. “Now, we best be getting you home and into bed.”

  “You’re right.” She paused by the exit and offered them both a small wave. “See you two in a few weeks.”

  Dixy stiffened and shifted to move out of Nathaniel’s arms. He held on tight and didn’t release his grip.

  “I’ll be with you in a moment, Mrs. Manning, Sierra.” Nathaniel guided Dixy into his office and closed the door without waiting for an answer.

  Expecting him to be angry, Dixy stepped over the threshold and swung around to defend herself. “Don’t—”

  Not allowing another word to escape, he had her pinned against the door with his lips covering hers. The argument, fighting to break free, evaporated. The insistent jab of his tongue robbed her of the ability to breathe, think, or do anything other than submit to his will. With her unable to move, he crowded closer, grounding his hard body into hers.

  It’d been hours since he’d touched her. Even longer since they’d made love. Usually, he found time to spend with her during the day, but today, he’d not had a break.

  Unable to resist, she used her arms around his neck to hold herself upright as she melted against him. Her fingers toyed with his hair, enjoying the soft texture of the silky strands. The heat generated by his kiss sent a wave of longing through the center of her body and gathered in her core. Moisture dripped onto her bloomers.

  He groaned and tugged his mouth from hers, drawing a line with his lips to the side of her neck. Whispered words brushed her ear. “I want to strip off your clothes and take you right here.”

  “But,” she gasped remembering the people in the other room.

  He nipped at her earlobe and let her feel the sharp edge of his teeth. “I know I have one last patient.”

  Cupping his hands around her hips, he held her steady and rocked his cock against her public bone. The erotic caress evoked a shiver, which raced from her breasts to her toes. He lifted his head and his dark, emerald green glare drilled her. “I can either strip you bare and take you right now, or you follow my directions to the letter.”

  Chapter Eleven

  The thought of making love to him with strangers so close had her squirming with excitement. “I, uh, will.”

  “Good, then go upstairs and strip. I want you ready for me the moment I’ve gotten rid of Mrs. Manning and her daughter.” His eyes stayed on hers while he slowly retreated enough to open the door.

  Dixy gulped in a quick breath and nodded. His sizzling stare spoke of the demands he’d make on her body when he joined her. He enjoyed bringing her to completion several times before he satisfied himself. She wanted to beg him to hurry and swallowed the words dancing on her tongue. “How long will you be?”

  He frowned. “Doesn’t matter, you’ll be a good girl and wait.”

  Did that mean she couldn’t satisfy the hunger already building in her core? Maybe, take the edge off.

  Reaching around her, he grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. “Now, head upstairs before I change my mind.”

  Wanting to hurry things along, she followed his instructions and forced herself to walk up the stairs. Behind her, she heard him talking to Mrs. Manning and her daughter. With a quick glance downstairs, she noticed them still in the foyer before she rushed into the master bedroom.

  She hastily reached for the buttons of her dress and removed her clothes. What did Nathaniel have planned for today?

  Her thoughts raced to the nightly routine of having supper, reading for a while in the parlor, and her retiring to their bedroom, only to be followed by her husband a short time later. He’d demanded from the first night they were together that she sleep in the nude.

  Once he settled beside her, he drew her to his side and made love to her. The prior evening, he’d changed things up. Coming to bed later, he just held her before he drifted to sleep. Was that the reason for him needing her so badly now?

  Or...

  Wait, suddenly she recalled the conversation she’d had with Mrs. Hamilton. Was he upset because she questioned his billing practices?

  Oh, darn, she warned him she could be blunt.

  But...

  Replaying the exchange in her head, she tried to recall if she said anything to set him off.

  The banging noise of the front door closing had her rushing for the bed. He’d expect her to have the covers pulled back and be lying on top when he came upstairs. She didn’t intend to disappoint him and settled on the soft mattress to wait.

  ****

  Nathaniel shot a glance up the stairs and smiled. His wife had a way of making him burn with a single look. All she had to do was opened her mouth, and damn if he didn’t want to have her on her knees with his cock between her sexy lips.

  He shook his head and adjusted the pressure in his groin. Her comment regarding how he recorded his customer’s payments wouldn’t have been a problem if Mrs. Manning hadn’t been waiting in the parlor.

  The Hamiltons paid him regularly, but the Mannings had fallen on hard times when Mr. Manning had taken a tumble off a horse and broken his ankle. They had hoped Nathaniel would take a liking to Sierra and forgive their debt when he made her his wife.

  Unfortunately, he’d felt no attraction to the girl which had created the problem with their bill. He’d extended them credit and intended to continue doing so until they were back on their feet. However, he didn’t need Dixy involved in the mess. It’d only upset her delicate sensibilities.

  He shook his head and envisioned his wife’s lush form spread across the bed. What exactly did he want to do with her, to her?

  They had fallen into the habit of having sex every night, but he wanted to keep her guessing. Throw her off balance and test her limits. She’d gotten hot quick when he threatened to make love to her with someone in the other room. So what else excited her?

  He set his hand on the banister and walked slowly up the stairs, his mind racing with possibilities. She had enjoyed fucking him in the kitchen the other day. Now, what should he try?

  A harsh moan captured his attention and he round the corner to see Dixy on the bed. With her eyes closed, she had her head thrown back and appeared to be enjoying the slow glide of her fingers into her pussy.

  Enthralled by the erotic sight, he removed his tie and stepped into the room. “I thought I told you to be a good girl.”

  “What?” Dixy’s eyelids blinked open, and she stared at him. Her dazed expression revealed how close she’d been to coming.

  He dropped his tie on the bed and caught her wrist, tugging it away from her dripping pussy and lifting it high enough for him to smell her enticing cream. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”

  She wiggled and sat to ease the pressure he had on her arm. “You were taking so long I thought you might have decided to finish up some work before coming upstairs.”

  The glistening moisture on her fingers tempted. He leaned forward and sucked several digits into his mouth. Her unique flavor exploded across his taste buds. Need sped through him and fired off a new idea to explore.

  Freeing her hand, he retrieved the thin piece of fabric he’d let fall beside her. “If you can’t behave I guess I’ll have to tie you to the bed.”

  “What?” Her eyes grew wide. Her expression enthralled him with its intensity. Her focus locked on his tie that he’d bound around her wrist, she chewed on her bottom lip.

  He could read her excitement in the whisper of a smile that fluttered across her lips and the heighten color staining her cheeks. Thrilled by her reaction, he stepped forward and positioned her hand next to the iron post of the headboard. “Only I’m allowed to play with your twat. Now, let me get this knot done, and I’ll secure your other one.”

  “You can’t be serious. I, uh...” She wiggled, nervously and watched him closely. “And what do you plan to do once you have me tied up?”

  With a grin, he lifted a brow, walked to the dresser, and retrieved another tie from a drawer. Finding an old one, he strolled to the
other side. “I believe, my dear, you should lie back and close your eyes. Because for the rest of the night, I mean to drive home the point you belong only to me.”

  She blinked, and a wicked smile played over her lips. After settling into the center of the bed, she offered him her hand. “Does that mean you’re not releasing me until tomorrow?”

  He smiled. “If you are lucky, but I should remind you my first appointment isn’t until late in the afternoon. So don’t count on being set free anytime soon.”

  “But who will fix your breakfast?” She fidgeted and shifted her legs farther apart.

  “I know how to cook.” He shucked off his shirt and dumped it on the chair in the corner. The alluring sight of her spread out in front of him had him unbuckling his belt and slipping off his pants. “But I don’t expect to be famished. I have every intension of feeding on you.”

  “And what about me, do I get to taste you too?” Her fierce gaze dropped to his cock, which had just broken free of his long-johns.

  He cupped his hand around the stiff length and images of her mouth covering him had him revising his plans. “Are you sure? Because if I come anywhere near your sexy mouth, I’ll blow, and if I do, you’ll need to swallow every drop.”

  She licked her lips and nodded. “Please.”

  Loving how she begged for a chance to touch him, he scanned her lush body, drew in a deep breath and stripped off his clothes. “We’ll see, sugar. Let me have some fun with you, first.”

  His palms itched. He wanted to fall over her and bury himself to the hilt. Instead, he slowed his pace, dragging out the moment by running his fingers over the arch of her foot, and across her ankle to her calf muscle.

  She groaned, “Nathaniel, don’t tease.”

  “Oh, sugar, you love it. I can see your sweet pussy lips turning red and dripping with need.” He leaned forward and blew a stream of air over her intimate flesh.

  “Then lick me.”

  Excited by her suggestion, he dropped kisses along her inner thigh and ventured closer to her nether lips. He settled onto the bed between her legs, keeping a hand on each knee to hold her in place for his seduction.