by Alexa Riley
My lips land on hers, and I pull the clothes away from our bodies. I can’t seem to keep my hands and mouth off her. When we are completely naked, I move between her legs and settle my cock into her opening, but I don’t push forward.
“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Mary-Jane, but first I want to make slow, sweet love to you.”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Thrusting inside her, I sheath my cock in her warm, slick heat. Her tight grip pulses around me, and I groan at the sensation. She’s so perfect, and I never thought it could be this good. This amazing.
At a lazy pace, I pull out and then make my way back in. I brush strands of hair away from her face and kiss her softly as we just enjoy the feeling of making love. The feeling of being one and being complete.
I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby. I’ve become engaged and a father all in one morning. There’s no telling what the rest of our lives is going to be like if this is how we’re starting. I can’t wait for the adventure to begin.
“I love you so much, Mary-Jane. And I love our baby.” I rest my hand on her belly between us, careful not to put too much pressure on her. “I’m just so happy.”
“Me too, Ty. Me too.”
I kiss down her neck to her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then moving to the other. I love every inch of her as my thick cock fills her up. Her climax builds, and I feel her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing me tight.
“So close, Ty. I’m right there. Come with me.”
Two more long strokes and we explode together. I feel her pussy clench and quiver, cumming on me. I hold myself over her as I fill her up, and let my seed flood her tight womb.
Our lovemaking didn’t create this baby inside her, but it brought us together. And that’s the most important part. We have forever to work out the details, but the most important part is having her by my side.
Rolling us over, I put Mary-Jane on top of me without pulling out. She lies across my chest, and after a moment she sits up and starts to move. My cock hasn’t gone down since I met her, and it’s going to take a long time before it finally does.
I smile up at her as she moves slowly up and down, moaning with every pass. She looks like a goddess on my cock, and I want to lie here and worship her until my last breath. I grip her hips and help keep her steady as she rides. I’ve branded her with my baby, and now I want to imprint myself on her soul.
“Marry me today, darlin’. After this, I want to take you up to the courthouse and get the license. I don’t want another day to go by without making it legal. You and me and our baby. Make me the happiest man alive and marry me.”
“I’m yours, Ty. Me and our baby. I was yours from the moment we met, and I aim to keep you, too.”
It doesn’t take long before we’re both reaching our peak and climaxing together.
I want to do everything I can to seal this deal, and the thought of that drags me out of bed.
I grab my cell phone on the way out and call the first number on it.
“Hello?” Dolly says, still half asleep.
“I’m getting married today. Go get Blake and Trace and meet us at the courthouse. I’m gonna get ol’ Judge Thompson to run the papers through today. He owes me a favor after I broke his last horse.”
“What the fuck?” Dolly spits out, and I hang up.
I look over at Mary-Jane, who’s laughing at me. My smile matches her own as I pull her into the truck and make her sit in the middle, right beside me. Right where she’ll be for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
Ty
Just over year later…
“I think she’s finally ready for you.”
I walk over and take Mary-Jane by the hand. My brother Blake sits in the grass with my son TJ and is talking to him about women. I just roll my eyes. He’s the last person in the world I want giving love life advice to my son. He’s all hung up on someone who won’t give him the time of day. But TJ’s babbling pretty good right now, so maybe he could offer up some help to Blake.
Mary-Jane and I walk over to the horse pen and take a look at Rarity. It took me a long time to break her in to where I felt comfortable enough for Mary-Jane to ride her, but I think the two of them are ready. Mary-Jane has been working with her alongside me, and I think something about her presence has gone a long way to soothe the horse. They’ve created a connection, and I’m happy that Rarity has bonded with my Mary-Jane.
“You ready?” I ask, squeezing her hand.
She looks at me with bright eyes and nods her head. “Yep. Today’s the day. “
Walking inside the pen, Mary-Jane walks up beside Rarity and strokes her neck. I stand back, leaning on the fence and watching as she talks to her in a calm, soothing voice. God, my wife is beautiful. If possible, she’s gotten more beautiful with every day that passes. She looked radiant the whole pregnancy with Ty Junior, or TJ as we call him, but even afterwards she still has that glow. Something about her just pulls at every part of my heart, and I love her more every day.
I watch as she climbs on Rarity and steadies her. They take a moment to adjust, and then Mary-Jane leans forward, petting her mane. She whispers words of calm to her, and after a few moments, they start to walk around the pen.
“She looks good up there.”
I look behind me at my brother and then back to Mary-Jane. Trace comes up beside me and leans on the fence.
“You keep looking at her and I’m gonna make it so it’s the last thing you see.”
“Calm down, big bro. I don’t want your woman. I just meant she’s doing a good job here on the ranch. Jesus, you get so touchy with her.”
I look over at him and then give him a smirk. “Just wait. One day you’ll find the one, and then you’ll want to keep her away from every other man on the planet.”
“Pfft,” he scoffs. “I’m never settling down. Blake is the one with goo-goo eyes over that girl in town.” He turns around to face him and little TJ sitting in the grass. “Me? I’m gonna stay single. I don’t need the drama of women. All I need is my land and my horse.”
“Spoken like a true Texan.”
I look back at Mary-Jane, and she beams at me. I give her a little wave, and she blows me a kiss. I catch it and then blow her one back. It’s silly and stupid and I don’t fucking care. I love that goddamn woman and I’m not afraid to show it.
“One day, little brother. One day you’ll change your mind. She’ll turn your world upside down, and you’ll beg it to stay that way. Mark my words.”
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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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.
The dining room has a wooden table that could probably seat fifteen people at it, but the kitchen steals the show. I find myself standing in it, not even realizing I’d moved. The countertops are all granite. The island has a sink of its own. One wall has four ovens built into it. The stainless steel appliances practically sparkle. I think I’d marry Cash just for this kitchen alone.
“Brand new,” Earl says, breaking through my kitchen high.
; I turn to look at him still standing in the living room as he watches me.
“How many hands are here?”
“Total is eighteen people if you count yourself, ma’am.”
I could definitely handle eighteen people in a kitchen like this. I glance over at the clock. It’s already one in the afternoon.
“Dinner time?” I ask as I start to pull open drawers, looking to see where everything is.
“Six,” I hear him say from behind me as I find an apron and pull it on, tying it behind my neck and making sure not to catch any of the blonde spirals that have come loose from my ponytail.
“Well, I better hop to then if I want to have dinner done by then. I’m guessing that my adoring soon-to-be husband has no plans to marry me today since he couldn’t even be bothered to pick me up.” I turn, putting my hands on my hips.
Earl just smiles. Again.
“No, I don’t think he has plans to marry today.”
I give a curt nod before getting back to the task at hand. Not even married and I’m already mad at the man. But I think this is how our marriage will be. I’ll see him at meals and when he comes to bed. A bed I’m sure I’m supposed to be in. That was never outright said, but that is what married people do.
I’d made plans for that as well, making sure I’d gotten myself on the pill before I’d come out here. I might have landed myself in this situation, but I wouldn’t bring a child into it with me. This was about surviving, and Cash had never said anything about children.
I go to the pantry and look to see what I have that could feed almost twenty people. After looking over the shelves in here and in the kitchen, I decide on burgers with baked fries and a pasta salad. I’ll need to go to the store soon, but I have enough for tonight and breakfast tomorrow. But I need to start with the pies to get them into the oven.
