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

by Anita Philmar

  Rocking her hips, she silently implored him to satisfy the hunger in her core. Not giving in to temptation, he labored to build her anticipation and only offer light swipes of his tongue over her weeping pussy.

  “More please,” she moaned.

  He peered at her body. Her breasts heaving, her face displaying pure bliss, she stood so close to release, he paused. Did he want to take her over and let the wave of her orgasm play against his mouth?

  Hell, yes.

  He’d never enjoyed a woman as much as Dixy. She offered herself to him every night. If he asked for more, she freely gave him what he wanted. In the last few days, his love for her had grown beyond what he ever believed possible for him to experience.

  Not only did he feel it while holding her in his arms but outside the bedroom too. He loved her commitment to their marriage and how hard she labored to do her part to help him with his practice.

  “Look at me, Dixy,” he demanded and cupped his hands under her hips. Drawing her lower body up off the bed, he watched her face while maintaining his spot above her twat.

  She blinked open her eyes. The desire swimming in their depth had him licking her folds. A low moan whispered from her.

  Suddenly, he wanted to hear her scream. With bold determination, he enclosed her clit between his lips and sucked it deep into his mouth. Instantly, goose bumps broke out on her skin. A quiver ran through her.

  “Oh, please,” she yelled and tightened her hands around the restraints on her wrists. Bowing her back, she revealed her place at the edge of completion.

  One nip at the small bud and spasms started in her core. Moisture flowed from her opening, giving him the sweet cream of her release. He lapped at her, riding out the passion and extended her pleasure.

  After several long minutes, he lifted his head and lowered her hips. The content smile on her face filled him with male pride. Still, his body ached for satisfaction. He shifted forward and pressed his cock against her moist opening. With a quick thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and settled over her.

  “Nathaniel,” she moaned. “Do you know how much I love having you inside me?”

  With a long slow withdraw, he powered back into her. “Not any more than I enjoy having your hot twat around my cock.”

  “Really? Then why did you tie me to the bed?” She grinned. “Were you afraid I’d disagree with your plans for the evening?”

  Concerned she might not feel comfortable with the bondage play he intended, he shifted his hands along her arms. “No, I just thought you’d enjoy knowing you can’t escape me. If not, I’ll untie you.”

  Lifting up enough to drop a quick kiss on his chin, she giggled. “It is kind of fun, but frustrating too. I want so much to touch you and get you moving inside me.”

  Relieved she wasn’t upset, he leaned closer and whispered, “Just tell me what you want. I’ll make sure you get it before the night is through.”

  He rocked his hips and again tortured them both with a slow glide in and out, setting an incredibly leisurely pace.

  “Faster.” She lifted her legs and fastened them around his waist, pulling him deeper and locking their bodies together.

  His balls tight and his spine tingling with the need to come, he didn’t have to be told twice what she wanted. He craved the same thing and drove into her again and again until his release flooded her vagina.

  She screamed. Her orgasm played against his cock, drawing out his pleasure and milking him for more.

  Completely spent, he rolled off her and rested on the bed beside her. Long minutes passed while they both caught their breath and their heart rates returned to normal.

  “So are you ready to untie me yet?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Now that her mind had cleared, and her body wasn’t begging for a release. Dixy considered the truth behind Nathaniel’s explanation for tying her to the bed. She wondered if his decision had more to do with her conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton than his sudden need to explore sexual bondage?

  “No.” Nathaniel rolled onto his side and came up on his elbow. “I like having you at my mercy.”

  She stared at him, trying her best to read his face for clues as to his thoughts. “Or you sure you didn’t do it for another reason?”

  He frowned and glided a hand over her stomach, letting it skim against her skin. “Are you saying you see this as a form of punishment?”

  “No, it’s just that you weren’t exactly happy—”

  “To find you playing with yourself?” He finished for her and brushed the short hair guarding her sex.

  She rocked her head and glared at him. “That’s not what I was going to say.”

  “No?” He dipped his fingers deeper between her legs and caressed her nether lips. “What else do I need to punish you for?”

  Dixy shifted restlessly. His hands consistently made her hot and hungry for more. “For me sticking my nose into your billing practices.”

  He set the heel of his hand over her twat and met her gaze. “The timing was just bad. The Hamiltons always pay their bill while the Mannings usually need extra time. I merely didn’t want to cause a scene with Mrs. Manning and her daughter.”

  “Meaning you wanted to shut me up?” Dixy fought the anger building inside her and tugged on the restraints on her wrists. “I told you before we were married I refused to sit idly by when I had something to say.”

  “And did I stop you from saying your peace?” Nathaniel’s intense stare locked with hers.

  She fought not to argue and remembered the incident. Could she claim he’d opposed her suggestion? Mrs. Hamilton had supported Dixy. Minutes later the couple had left. Afterward, he’d corralled her into his office and sent her upstairs. She’d only received a few brief clues as to what he had planned to do once he was finished with his last patient. “No, but I still believe it was a contributing factor for you wanting to tie me up.”

  He grinned and kneaded the flesh between her legs. “I can’t rightly say one way or the other. But I’m not untying you.”

  “Why not? You’ve had your fun. And now...” Dixy moaned at the sudden invasion of a thick finger into her twat.

  “No, I warned you I planned to keep you in bed until tomorrow, and baby, I haven’t changed my mind.” He leaned forward and captured a nipple.

  The hard suction had her crying out. “Nathaniel, you...”

  Uncertain what she should do, she tried to think. Between the constant tugging on her breast and the light thrust in her twat, she couldn’t concentrate. “You know I should be upset with you.”

  He lifted his head. The severe line of his brow and the determined glint in his eyes declared the dark hunger firing through him. His irresistible passion fueled hers. “Why because I’m not giving you the release you want or because I refuse to untie you?”

  “Both.” She twisted her hands around and yanked on her restraints. “I hate not being able to touch you and get free.”

  He grinned.

  She wanted to scream in frustration.

  He chose that moment to fuck her with two fingers. The force of his hand plunging deep hit a spot inside her that added fuel to the flame. Anger? Lust? She didn’t know, didn’t care. She just longed for so much more. “Shit, I’m not sure if I should yell at you or beg you to take me again.”

  Nathaniel dipped his head and nipped at her breast. The pace of his thrusts increased. He added a third finger.

  Unable to breathe, she panted. “Please, you’re killing me. I need—”

  “For me to fuck you or untie you? Choose one?”

  She blinked open eyes she hadn’t realized she’d close and stared at him. “Fuck me.”

  He grinned. “That’s what I thought.”

  Releasing his hold on her, he rolled and rose onto his knees. He gripped her thighs and pressed her legs back along her sides, rocking her hips up off the bed. With a swift thrust, he started a rhythm that set her heart racing and hers senses on alert.

  He did
n’t dilly-dally. No, his relentless pounding shoved her pass mere desire to mind-numbing bliss. Her body answered his call, fighting for the same pinnacle of ecstasy that he sought.

  In no time, spasms erupted in her core, blinding her with passion. The pleasure didn’t end there. Cresting one peak, he continued to drive her onward, his pace unyielding, demanding more.

  The crashing wave of her next orgasm hit. She screamed.

  Slamming his cock deep, he poured himself into her. The hot stream soaked her womb with his seed and ignited another flurry of spasms to ripple through her twat.

  As if completely spent, he dropped on top of her, robbing the air from her lungs. The slight shift of his weight allowed her a shallow breath.

  Closing her eyes, she wondered if she’d died and gone to heaven. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined experiencing such a thrill as how he made her feel while in his arms.

  He demanded more than she thought possible to give and gave more than she’d ever believed a man had within himself to offer.

  How could she survive without him?

  Having fallen asleep with that in mind, she woke a while later. Her hands were untied. One lay by her side, the other resting on her husband’s chest. The steady beat of his heart reassured her that all was right in the world.

  Comfortable next to him, she snuggled closer and glided her leg up along his. The pre-dawn light shining in through the window revealed a new day approaching.

  A soft kiss on the top of her head alerted her to Nathaniel being awake. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  She nuzzled deeper under the cover. “Okay, I guess.”

  “Sore?”

  Surprised by the question, she paused to recall the activity from the prior night. She rocked her hips, drawing her nether lips against his thigh. The rough hair on his leg excited her senses, and she shook her head. “Maybe, a little.”

  He rolled and pinned her under him. The seductive rumble of his voice played against her neck. “I hate to admit it, but I’m starving. Why don’t you put on your robe and meet me downstairs for breakfast?”

  Rising above her, he placed his forehead against hers. The words, “I’ll cook” brushed against her lips.

  “Robe?” She remembered him saying he didn’t have an appointment until later in the afternoon.

  “Yes, once we’ve had some nourishment. We’re heading back up here.” He dropped a kiss on her mouth.

  The brush of his lips lingered. After a moment, he thrust his tongue inside and dueled with hers.

  Intent on keeping him with her for a while longer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drank in the warmth of his body over hers. For long minutes, she kept him with her until his cock grew hard against her thigh.

  He wrenched his mouth from hers. “We need to stop, or we’ll never make it downstairs.”

  She giggled.

  He rolled away from her and stood up on his side of the bed. Walking along the edge, he gathered his clothes off the chair where he’d set them each night. “I’ll see you in ten minutes. So don’t fall back to sleep.”

  “Sure thing, but there’s only one problem, I don’t have a robe.” She tried to remember if she’d seen a housecoat in the chest of clothes his sisters and mother had left behind.

  The whites of his teeth lit up the darkness of the room. “Then I guess you should open the present under the bed.”

  He grabbed his boots and darted out the door with his clothes in his hands. The reflective shine of his ass had her gaze following him out into the hall.

  Suddenly, his comment registered. She threw back the covers and jumped off the mattress. The shocking cold room had her scrambling for the box. Goose bumps dotted her skin, and she rushed to open the lid.

  With a gasp of delight, she withdrew the dark blue robe from the box. The lush fabric caressed her fingertips, and she hurried to slip on the thick warm housecoat. Ruffles danced around her neck and wrists. She quickly buttoned up the front and tied the belt at her waist. Excited by the gift, she swiveled her hips enjoying the brush of the material against her legs.

  “Wow, when did Nathaniel have time to buy this?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  After adding wood to the stove and lighting the fire, Nathaniel added water to the pot for coffee. He reviewed his choices for breakfast. He checked the breadbox, noted the loaf Dixy had made a few days ago along with a few biscuits. Fresh eggs sat in a basket on the counter.

  Considering the option of making Johnnie cakes, he opened the flour tin and realized they were running low on supplies. He reached for the jar that held the sugar and jumped at the loud knock on the kitchen door.

  Striding hurriedly to the door, he unbolted the lock and drew it open. “Well, if ain’t my good friend, Bo Kildare. You’re up early, Deputy?”

  “Tell me about it. Just rode in from Lufkin and decided to stop by before I started for home.” Bo removed his hat and dropped it on the table.

  “Is this the first time you’ve been home since last we talked?” Nathaniel considered mentioning his wife’s pregnancy. But unsure of Bo’s reaction to the news, he held his tongue.

  “Yes, and with everything I found out, she checks out. She told everyone she met along the way she was heading back to Georgia.” Bo unbuttoned his coat and sank into a chair by the table.

  “Good thing, because she’s now my wife.” Nathaniel grinned at his friend and snagged a cup off the shelf above the stove. “We got married a little over a week ago.”

  “Damn, you didn’t let any grass grow under your feet.” Bo squinted at the coffee pot and settled deeper into his chair. “Hope that’s almost ready, I could use a cup to tide me over until I make it home.”

  “You got it.” Noticing the worn look on his friend’s face, Nathaniel pulled down a plate and placed the remaining biscuits on it before setting them on the table. He added a jar of jam and a knife. “Help yourself. I was just trying to decide what to have for breakfast. The coffee will be ready in a few minutes.”

  “Thanks, I left without eating. I wanted to get home.” Bo smiled and grabbed for the bread.

  “Understandable if you’ve been gone for so long. What else did you find out about Tobias’ murder? Any other suspects?”

  “Not really. Gab Van Pelt mentioned Tobias hung with a rough crowd, but I didn’t discover any leads that showed he had a problem with anyone.” Bo shook his head. “Looks like right now, we’ll just have to keep our eyes open and hope something comes to light that will help us identify the killer.”

  The harsh tone told Nathaniel, his friend wasn’t divulging everything he knew. Understanding the need for secrecy, Nathaniel didn’t press. Instead, he poured coffee into the two waiting cups.

  A floorboard in the hallway squeaked.

  He glanced at the doorway and noticed Dixy in the new robe he’d bought her. Thrill with how attractive she looked, he smiled. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  She blushed and bit her lip. “I’m sorry, uh, didn’t realize we had a guest or I would’ve—”

  “Just heading out,” Bo commented and rose. Depositing his hat on his head, he turned for the door. “I’ll drop in for coffee on another day, Nathaniel. Now, if you don’t mind I believe I’ll get home to my wife.”

  Dixy rushed forward and caught Nathaniel’s arm. “I’m sure she’ll be very excited to see you.”

  With a slight nod, Bo disappeared through the exit, his footsteps ringing loudly on the back steps.

  Shifting around to take Dixy in his arms, Nathaniel nestled his face against her neck and drew in her unique scent. The sight of her in her new robe and knowing she was naked underneath had his body heating with need. He remembered the last time they’d made love in the kitchen and how he’d teased her with the idea of asking another man to join them.

  “Did Bo give you any more information about Tobias’ murder?” Dixy snuggled closer and slid her arms around his neck.

  “Only that your story checked out, and th
ey’re investigating other possible leads.” Nathaniel nibbled on the soft skin of her neck and debated which appetite he wanted to appease first, her or breakfast?

  “Good, then I don’t have to worry I’ll end up in jail.” She shifted restlessly, her body moving seductively against his.

  He clasped his hands over her hips and drew her closer. After breathing in her unique fragrance, he lifted his head. “The coffee is ready, but I haven’t started fixing anything yet. What do you want me to make?”

  A wicked grin passed over her lips. She eased away and lowered her hands to his chest. “I can do it, especially seeing as you spent so much on a present for me. When did you find time to buy me this robe?”

  He studied the lace dancing between the V of her robe and guided his hands over the velvet lusciousness covering her hips. “I saw it in Mr. Randal’s General Store the day we met. I sent one of my patients over to pick it up and deliver it so you’d have no idea I’d bought it.” He drew her tighter against the hard line of his cock.

  She giggled. “Are you sure you can wait for me to make breakfast?”

  He narrowed his focus to her lips and fought with the unrelenting hunger building inside him. “There might be a way we can do both.”

  “How?” She smiled and toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

  “You cook while I play.” He cupped a hand over her waist and spun her around to stand in front of the counter. “You mix the eggs while I...” He closed his hands over her breasts and squeezed. Her hair running down her back tickled his cheek. He brushed it aside to nuzzle her neck with the stubble on his chin.

  She moaned, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to concentrate.”

  He sighted the egg she’d managed to break into the bowl on the counter. “Add a few more eggs. Then take off your housecoat before you scramble them.”

  Her spine stiffened, and she hissed, “But I have nothing on underneath this.”

  The thought of her working naked in front of him had his cock swelling painfully in his pants. “Exactly, I plan to enjoy the view. After the eggs are done, I’ll let you sit on my lap and feed me.”