Tom rubbed his rock hard cock up and down her wet slit.
“Wait,” she said stopping him before he entered her. “I have a question. Can I take you in my mouth and love you, like you do me?”
Tom got very still. “You would do that for me?”
She nodded. “I’d like to. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Wondering if it is something you would like.”
“Like? Like isn’t the word I’d use. I’d love it. There’s not a lot of women who want to love a man like that.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “Well, I’m not like a lot of women. I’m your wife.”
“About that….”
Rosie put her fingers over his lips. “Shh.”
Tom smiled and kissed her fingers. She replaced her fingers with her lips. “I love you.” She whispered the words that had been in her heart it seemed forever. She wasn’t sure he returned the feelings, yet, but at this moment it didn’t matter. Right this minute all that mattered was she wanted to love him.
Rosie worked her way down his body, with kisses and her tongue; she tormented him, just as he did her. She laved his nipples and then lightly bit them.
“Do you like that?”
He nodded. “Very much,” his voice quiet and rough.
She continued downward in her quest, stopping to plunge her tongue in his belly button like he’d done to her.
Finally, she had his beautiful cock in her hand. She saw the bead of glistening liquid on the tip and licked it off.
“Rosie!” he groaned.
He sounded like he was in pain. She immediately stopped and released him.
“Did I hurt you?”
“God, no. Please don’t stop now.”
Rosie smiled. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”
She took the head of his penis in her mouth, pulled away and then took a little more. Each time she went farther down and took more of him. Then, she could take no more. He was hitting the back of her throat. She came all the way off them took him in again as far as possible.
She glanced up and found him watching her. His eyes, deep, dark pools of blue, urged her on.
“More. Suck me, baby, suck me.” Never one to resist a heartfelt request she did just that. Took him into her mouth and sucked and pulled back, not quite all the way off. Sucking as she went forward again until he pressed at the back of her throat and then out again.
“Play with my balls,” his horse whisper urged her. “That’s right, love.”
She played and sucked and loved him with her mouth. Learned the silky feel of his skin over the strength of his hard rod. Enjoyed him in a way she would never have thought possible before.
In too short a time he gently pulled her up his body and then rolled with her on to her back.
“I need in you. Now!”
Delighted to have this effect on him, she spread her legs wide and welcomed him into her.
She was slick. Ready for him as he was for her. There was no gentleness. He slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. His hot seed spurt into her and he ground out her name and then collapsed on top of her.
She welcomed his weight, clasped her arms around him and held him there. Time passed while their breathing returned to normal. It could have been minutes or hours, she didn’t know. Finally, he lifted himself off of her and rolled to his side taking her with him.
“Rosie, we have to talk.”
“I know but I don’t want this to end.”
“We have to get married. Our marriage…,”
“I know. It isn’t valid.”
“But if you knew, why did you make love with me.”
“Because I knew we’d be getting married again and….”
He smiled. “And?”
“And this time I want a real wedding. I want to wear the wedding dress I brought with me. I want flowers. I want our friends there.”
“Anything you want.” He looked at her, “Why are you marrying me? I treated you like a slave.”
“Yes, you did,” she said as she played with the soft curly hair on his chest.
“So aren’t you afraid I’ll do it again?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Because you love me now,” she was so certain of it, she didn’t even blink when she said it. It was true, she knew it in her heart.
“How can you be sure?”
“You got me Agatha and you make love to me, not just have sex with me. Oh, yes, you’re in love with me.”
He chuckled. “You’re right I do love you. More than I ever thought possible.”
“I knew it.”
“And,” he prompted.
“And what?” she feigned innocence.
He growled and squeezed her. “Rosie. And….”
“Oh, all right. I think I…like you, too.”
He tickled her until she cried for him to stop. Laughing she looked up at him and saw the vulnerability there. She stopped laughing and took his beloved face between her palms.
“How could I not love you? I think I have since the first time I saw you on the train platform. It was like I’d known you forever. As if I’d finally come home. Brusque as you were, I still knew. I love you, Tom Harris. Now and always. There is no other man in the world for me.”
He relaxed at her words. “Ah, Rosie, I do love you. I have since I got your picture. I couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as you would answer my advertisement. Then I decided to take a chance, to see if it really was you. I expected to see someone completely different on the platform and couldn’t believe my luck that it was really you. Then I realized I couldn’t let you go and decided to marry you immediately.”
“You mean that wasn’t planned?”
“Nope. The good reverend was as surprised as anyone when we showed up on his doorstep. But I had to keep you and I thought marriage was the only way you would have stayed.”
She cuddled sleepily into his side, “You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here forever. You and the kids are my life.”
CHAPTER 13
The day of the wedding was well on it’s way. And coming too soon as far as Rosie was concerned. Catherine came and helped decorate the parlor with streamers and wild flowers in every kind of container you can imagine.
Rosie fried chicken until she swore if she saw another chicken she just might kill someone.
Tom slaughtered a steer and roasted it over an open pit in the yard for hours.
The whole valley was coming to celebrate and many to meet Rosie for the first time. Lots of townsfolk were coming, too. It was turning into the party of the year. Sadie closed the mercantile and Mary told her boarders they could come with her to the party or fend for themselves. Many of them were coming because they knew Tom and Rosie from their stays with Mary.
The only fly in the ointment was Ben. “Tom, you have to have a talk with him. He won’t talk to me. He’s still angry at me.”
She was right. For the last two weeks Ben was sullen and angry. If he spoke to Rosie it was one word answers to her questions. Tom agreed it was time. He’d had enough and this talk was long over due.
“Ben, you and I need to have words about your attitude, young man. You know your Mama’s leaving and her death were not Rosie’s fault. Why are you so angry at her?”
“Because if she hadn’t been here, maybe Mama would’ve stayed.”
“No, Ben, she wouldn’t have. Your Mama left because she hated it here. She hated everything about her life here. She only came back to get money. Nothing else. You were a way for her to get that money.”
“It was only because Rosie was here that she did what she did. She would have stayed for me.”
“Son, she didn’t stay the first time, why would you think she’d stay this time?”
“Because she came back. For me.”
“Listen to me and listen to me good. Do you think your Mama wanted anything except money? Would she have kidnapped you and tied you up? Would she have gagged you when you
cried? Would she have done any of those things if she wanted to come back into our lives? There is no way to sugarcoat this, Ben. It’s time you grow up and realize what kind of woman your Mama really was. She wasn’t a good person. She loved only herself. But, Ben, there is someone who loves you very much.”
He looked up at his father, his eyes filled with unshed tears. “Rosie?”
“Rosie.”
Ben let the tears fall. “Do you think she’ll forgive me for the way I’ve treated her? I was just so angry and I couldn’t be angry at Mama. She was dead.”
“I’m sure she will. She forgave me and I treated her very badly when she first came. But she’s still going to marry me. Marry us. Rosie is marrying all of us, Ben. You, me and Suzie. We’re a package.”
“I love Rosie, too. I really do.”
“Why don’t you tell her that. I’ll go get her and you can tell her here in private. What do you say?”
“Thank you, Papa. I’d like that.”
“Be right back.” Tom hugged his son.
A few minutes later Rosie and Tom returned.
“Hello, Ben.”
“Hello.”
Suddenly he ran to Rosie and threw his arms around her waist, burying his face in her stomach. Crying, he said, “I’m so sorry for the way I acted. I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, honey, don’t cry. It’s okay. I understand.”
“You forgive me?”
“Of course, I forgive you. I love you. You’re my son now.”
“I love you, too.”
Tom watched as two of the people he loved most in the world cried in each others arms. It was going to be all right.
“Rosie,” said Ben between sniffles. “Do you think…I mean would you mind…if I called you, Mother?”
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Tom stepped in. “Good. I’m glad that you two have made up. I have a question for you, Ben.”
“What is is, Papa?”
“Would you be my best man when I marry your new mother?”
“Yes, sir.” He sniffled and wiped his nose on his shirt sleeve. “I’d be honored.”
“Good. Now we’ve got all of that settled, why don’t you go see Agatha about some milk and cookies. Tell her you have my permission.”
“Thank you, Papa.” He gave Rosie one last hug before hurrying off down the hall toward the kitchen.
“Well, now, you’re official. You’re the mother of my children. Suzie already calls you Mama and now Ben.”
“He’s had a lot to deal with. First me coming, then his Mama coming back, kidnapping him and then dying, practically in front of him. That’s a lot for anyone to handle much less a ten year-old boy.”
“I know. I’m so proud of him.”
“Me, too.”
“So, soon to be Mrs. Harris, how about giving Mr. Harris a kiss?”
“Anytime, Mr. Harris.”
Lowering his head, he took her lips with his. Then he caressed her breasts without breaking the kiss.
Rosie pulled back. “We can’t. Not now.” Then she gave him a quick kiss and turned to leave.
“I mean to finish this later, woman.”
“I mean to let you.” She grinned at him and sashayed out of the room.
*****
Rosie descended the stairs and at the bottom of them took Ben’s arm. Ben agreed to give Rosie away to his dad and to be the best man, too. Rosie and Tom were both so proud of him. He’d grown up a lot in such a short time.
She wore her mother’s wedding gown. It was long sleeved pink satin with small seed pearls at the cuffs and the off-shoulder neckline.
The pink color highlighted Rosie’s pale alabaster skin. The combs she wore in her hair had seed pearls that matched her dress. She used them to bring the sides of her hair up then left the rest cascading down her back in loose waves to her waist.
As she walked down the aisle on Ben’s arm, she watched the emotions play across Tom’s face. Love, pride and even desire, there, for the entire world to see.
Suzie sat on Agatha’s lap until she saw her brother with Rosie. Then she scrambled off and ran to her papa. Agatha tried to stop her but Tom shook his head and said, “Let her come.”
Tom and Suzie waited for Rosie and Ben at the hearth. Reverend Black stood with them. Ben walked her slowly up the aisle just like they practiced. What they hadn’t practiced was having Suzie throw herself at Rosie’s legs when she and Ben reached the fireplace.
Rosie took it calmly. Simply handed her bouquet to Catherine and picked up her daughter. She held Suzie through the ceremony. When it came to the point where the reverend asked, “Do you take this man,” Tom stopped him and whispered in his ear.
The Reverend smiled and when he commenced he said “Do you Rosemary Louise Stanton take this family, Thomas, Benjamin and Susan Harris to be your family, from this day forward till death do you part?”
“I do.”
“Then by the authority vested in me by the State of Colorado and Mineral County, I pronounce you a family.”
Tom kissed Rosie, Ben hugged her and Suzie watched it all with her thumb in her mouth. Rosie gently tugged Suzie’s hand and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “No, no Sweet.”
“I told you. I’m not sweet. I’m Suzie.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
EPILOGUE
Nine months later
Tom paced back and forth across the floor.
Duncan said, “You’d think this was your first child.”
“Not mine. Rosie’s. What if there are problems. What if….”
“You worry too much. Catherine is with her and so is Doc Johnson. She’s going to be fine.” He leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on the coffee table.
“I know. But Rosie is so delicate.”
Duncan spit out the coffee he was drinking. “Delicate!? Are we talking about the same Rosie? The one you nearly worked to death? Who never complained? Who married you anyway?”
“Yes.”
Duncan choked on his laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Rosie could have a baby and go back to work without breaking a sweat.”
Tom stopped pacing. “You don’t understand. Rosie is …,”
There was a cry from upstairs and Tom took off at a run, taking the stairs two at a time. He went into the bedroom and saw Rosie holding their baby.
“We have a boy.”
He went to her and kissed her. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For loving me enough to forgive me. For giving me back my life, my family, my joy.”
“You’re welcome, my love. Now what shall we name our son?”
“What was your father’s name?”
“Raymond Noah.”
“Then Raymond Noah Harris it is.”
Tom sat on the bed with Rosie and Raymond. Ray started to cry and Rosie put him to her breast, teasing him with her nipple until he took it.
“He appears to be hungry for his mama.”
She smiled up at him. “No more than his father.”
He leaned down and kissed her again. “I love you, Rosie Harris.”
“I love you, too.”
THE END
SNEAK PEEK
TAME A WILD HEART
by
CYNTHIA WOOLF
PROLOGUE
John Morgan’s heartbeat drummed in his ears. Keeping a tight rein on himself so he wouldn’t shout with elation, he looked down and watched the sunlight sparkle off the tiny yellow nuggets resting so unassumingly in his hand. Never had he seen anything quite so deadly wrapped in such a pretty package.
He’d been looking for it, for so long. Father never believed there was gold in this country, but he knew better. Too bad he couldn’t have the satisfaction of saying ‘I told you so’ to the old man, but he was long gone now, not that it mattered. Only the gold mattered. The bright, glittering stones were the answer to everything.
Looking around again to be sure he was alone, he calml
y carved his mark in a tree, so he’d know where to return. Yes, the gold was the answer to all his dreams; all he had to do was get the land where it rested. Not an easy task, for he knew he stood on the Evans’ property. But the gold had always called to him and now that he knew where it was, he could answer. It didn’t matter how; he would get this land and his gold.
CHAPTER 1
Flames licked through the canvas wagon cover. Great billows of black smoke escaped through the top. Horses whinnied. Men shouted. Cattle bawled. The scene was utter chaos.
Catherine Evans shouted orders, turning as a big black stallion charged into the fray. The large man on his back countermanded her orders and barked out his own.
Duncan McKenzie.
Nudging her own stallion, Wildfire, with her knees, she intercepted them. “This is my ranch and my men. I give the orders here. Where the hell have you been? You’re a week late.”
“I came when I could.” Duncan turned to join the men.
“No, you stay.” She whipped around to face the men beating at the fire on the wagon. “Forget the wagon. It’s lost. Get those cows. Now.”
After the men scattered she rounded on Duncan. “When you could, isn’t a good enough answer. This is a working ranch. I have to be able to depend on every man here. And if I can’t, then I don’t want them. I don’t even know why Dad sent for you anyway. We don’t need a gunslinger.”
“James has his reasons for asking me to come. As for a gunslinger, the need has yet to be seen.”
She disregarded his response. “You know about field dressings and I’ve got a man missing and probably hurt. Zeke was driving one of these supply wagons. I could use your help.”
She galloped to the other side of the camp, riding around debris thrown from the supply wagon. Burlap sacks once full of coffee and beans littered the ground beside empty flour and sugar sacks. Tinned food lay bent, smashed under cattle and horse hooves. Ignoring the destruction, she went straight to an overturned supply wagon.
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