“How’s the legs?” Danielle asked as she put pressure on them.
“All right,” J.C. said but didn’t move.
After her sweep, she looked up at the medics. “Put him on the stretcher. I’ll be going to the hospital with you.”
J.C. would have wrapped his arms around her and kissed her if his body didn’t hurt so damn bad. There would be time for that, he thought, now that she’d confessed she loved him.
Danielle rode to the hospital in the ambulance at J.C.’s side. She held his hand tightly. She couldn’t lose him now. She was sure that wouldn’t happen, but no one knew when internal injuries might be involved. Stop it, Danielle, stop it.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out of the exam room and met with Danielle, Will, and Stacy. “Looks like a few broken ribs, some bruising. No internal injuries…his melon seems okay,” the doctor said as he scrubbed his jaw. “He will be fine with a lot of rest. Oh, and tell him to stay off the bulls. They’re bad for his health.”
Will nodded. “Sure thing, Doc.”
“When can we see him?” Danielle asked, wringing her hands together anxiously.
“Give the nurses about fifteen minutes to get him to his room.” He smiled and walked away.
“Nice bedside manner, huh?” Will asked.
Danielle took the elevator with Will and Stacy after they were sure J.C. was in his room. When they walked in, the nurse held her finger to her lips.
“I just gave him a pain reliever and a sedative. He needs to rest.”
Danielle nodded and rushed to J.C.’s side. She looked into his rugged face. She’d thought he was invincible when it came to bulls. Apparently she was wrong. The thought of him being mauled by that bull sent chills running down her spine. She regretted the time they had missed and regretted the hurt she had inflicted on both of them.
That reminded her of yet more sayings of her grandmother’s. “Never go to bed mad, and if you have something to say, just say it,” and “Talk is cheap.”
She picked up his hand and cradled it in hers. “I will never leave your side again,” she whispered.
J.C. smiled, although he didn’t open his eyes.
Chapter Fourteen
The next day, J.C. awoke to see Danielle asleep with her head laid at the edge of his bed from a sitting position in a hospital chair. He stroked her long hair, and her eyes fluttered open.
“J.C.?” Danielle sat upright and smiled.
“Hi, doll.” J.C. grinned but was still groggy.
“I was so worried. Oh, baby, I’m so glad you’re okay.” Danielle smiled and leaned over to kiss him lightly.
“My heart is beginning to feel better, too,” J.C. said and reached for her hand.
“I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s no one’s fault. Let’s forget it ever happened,” J.C. said as he stroked Danielle’s hand.
“Deal.” Danielle smiled.
J.C. let go of her hand and winced.
“Oh, what is it, J.C.? Where do you hurt? Shit,” Danielle blurted out.
“My shirt, where’s my shirt?” J.C. gasped.
Danielle ran to the closet and pulled out a bag of his belongings. She reached in and pulled out his shirt and took it to him.
“What is it? Do I need to call the doctor?” Danielle asked.
“No, I’m fine,” J.C. said as he opened his shirt pocket. As soon as his fingers found what he was looking for, he smiled and calmed.
“J.C., please don’t scare me anymore. Are you really all right?” Danielle looked at the monitors to ensure everything was as it should be.
J.C. pulled out a ring and held it up. “Thought I lost it.”
Danielle furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Why did you have a ring in your pocket?”
“Ah, you see, it’s for you.” He smiled. “I told that star I wished on that if it brought you to me, I’d propose.” J.C. winked. “It ain’t much. I bought it from a local jeweler. I can buy a bigger one later.”
“Magic star and what…what did you just say?” Danielle’s heart became erratic.
“I know it’s not the proper, gentlemanly way to ask, but since I’m stuck in this bed…” J.C. grinned.
Danielle started her waterworks as a single tear fell. “You’re asking me—” She tried to finish her sentence, but J.C. interrupted.
“Danielle Mallory, I’d be honored if you would become my wife. I’m nothing without you. My heart hurts, food loses its taste, and comedies aren’t funny. I promise to love you forever, kiss you every morning, and have sex whenever you take a notion.”
Danielle laughed as she cried. “It might not be gentlemanly, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you, J.C. Evans, and I will marry you.”
J.C. smiled. “Hell yeah.”
“So, uh, cowboy…” Danielle grinned. “How long do you think this’ll last?”
J.C. beamed. “A hell of a lot longer than eight seconds.”
Epilogue
Two months later…
Mr. Landry of the hospital administration smiled. “Mrs. Evans, I’m so pleased you have decided to accept our offer. Our hospital has been in need of good nurses. We like to think we take care of our patients like family with more one-on-one care than big city hospitals can provide.”
“Thank you, sir. I know I’ll love it here. When can I start?” Danielle smiled and knew she was exactly where she needed to be.
* * * *
On the drive home, the sun kissed her cheeks. She couldn’t have been happier if she tried. The work at the ranch was coming along perfectly. Two bunkhouses had been framed in a short period of time with plans for more later if they could wrangle up more help.
A couple of J.C.’s friends had decided to take up the cause when they realized they didn’t heal as fast either and the ground was a hell of a lot harder than it had been in years past. It was wonderful to have friends working side by side to give back to others in need.
Danielle parked her truck in front of the house and spotted J.C. walking home from the barn. A smile broke across his face as she got out and sprinted toward him.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Evans. How did the interview go?” J.C. said as he hugged her then kissed her sweetly.
“Well, of course I got the job. I start Monday.” Danielle grinned as she looked into his seductive eyes.
“Congratulations,” J.C. said as his lips inched closer to hers. “This calls for a celebration.”
His lips met hers and sparks flew. He loved the way her lips parted for him, how she felt so wonderful in his arms. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever believe he could be so happy or so fulfilled.
“Will it be a naughty celebration?” Danielle asked with a coy grin as she broke their kiss.
“Hell yeah,” J.C. hollered and spun her around.
“Take me to bed then, cowboy,” Danielle squealed as he whisked her off her feet and carried her toward the house.
J.C. carried Danielle through the front door not bothering to close it behind him. His boots clunked in a steady beat on the hardwood floor as he walked toward the bedroom. “Mrs. Evans, you’re in so much trouble.” He threw Danielle to the bed and smiled while pulling on his belt buckle.
Danielle watched her husband slowly unbutton his jeans. She never got tired of watching him undress. She bit her lip waiting for the moment his dick was released for her pleasure.
J.C. kicked off his boots and began pushing his jeans and boxers to his ankles. Danielle marveled watching him tease as he gripped his cock tight and began stoking himself for her to see. There was something about that act that turned her on. Most times it made her lick her lips wanting to lick and suck it. The act worked again, and Danielle found herself easing off the bed and standing before him. Her fingers worked to unbutton his shirt and her mouth finding the flesh of his chest to kiss. He had an earthy, musky smell that was so masculine and appealing. His muscles were hard but his skin was soft under her fingers. She traced his
nipple with her tongue, and he tensed up while caressing her face with his hand. Freeing his shirt, she pushed it off and continued to make her way to his cock.
“I love it when you do that.” J.C. groaned when her tongue lightly grazed the tip. His hands immediately began sifting through her long blonde hair.
“Really? How about this?” Danielle smiled before wrapping her lips around his cock taking him deeply into her mouth.
“Oh, God. That, too.” J.C. thrust his hips softly against her mouth.
Danielle could feel each ridge along his shaft with her tongue as she slowly pulled back. The taste of his sweet yet salty pre-cum coated her tongue. “Mmm,” she hummed as her mouth traveled down his length again feeling it engorge and stretch her mouth. She loved to please him, push his boundaries and her own. A bump at the back of her throat had her resisting the urge to gag. Saliva pooled in her mouth as she pulled back. J.C.’s hands held her head tight trying to control her movements, and with a pull, her mouth made a loud pop as he removed his dick from her mouth.
J.C. pulled her up off the floor. “I can’t handle too much of your sweet mouth right now.” His eyes were loving yet hungry when he looked at her. “I’ve been counting the days since you started taking the birth control. One day we will have children, but for now I want this. Me and you enjoying one another.” His lips met hers, and he held her tight against him. His tongue thrust between her lips demanding entrance while his arms wrapped around her waist.
Danielle whimpered and threw her arms around his neck returning the intensity of the emotion he channeled into her mouth.
He continued to kiss her while removing her shirt. Pulling back he looked at her breasts contained in her pink bra. “These are mine.” He growled and jerked the cups down exposing her rosy nipples. His mouth sucked one then the other.
“I’m not wearing any panties,” Danielle whispered arching her back and pushing her breasts hard against his mouth.
J.C. stopped and looked into her eyes raising a brow. A wicked smile played on his lips. “You went to your interview without panties?”
“Yes.” Danielle grinned and grasped his cock in her hand. “I couldn’t wait to get home to this.”
J.C. pulled up her skirt. “My wife is very naughty and very wet.” His fingers plunged into her pussy causing Danielle to squeal. He nipped and kissed her lip and began to finger fuck her. “What shall I do with you?”
“Fuck me, J.C.” Danielle moaned and felt her legs being gripped by J.C.’s hands. He pulled her legs up around his waist then lightly nudging her pussy with his dick.
Danielle quivered and held onto his shoulders. Her husband was rugged and strong. He held her up as if she was light as a feather. “Please, don’t tease. I need you, now.”
J.C. smiled and pushed her against the wall roughly and thrust into her pussy hard with a groan. “Yes, oh, shit. I have been waiting to fuck you without a damn condom between us.” He whispered against her mouth. His hips plunged in deep then he lifted her off his shaft slowly only to thrust in hard again.
“That’s awesome, baby.” Danielle gasped pulling his mouth hard against hers. She could feel her back stick to the smooth wall, and with each thrust J.C. gave, her back squeaked. Her heart raced, and her breathing turned to gasping.
J.C.’s hands gripped her legs as he continued to pump his dick into her. His tongue lashed in her mouth keeping rhythm with his hips. The feel of her cunt wrapped around him was hot and wet. The sensation without a condom had his balls tightening. No, not yet. He walked her to the bed and laid her down.
Holding his weight above her, he kissed her and slowed down his pace enjoying her pussy clenching his dick tight. He eased out and smiled because he heard Danielle whimper.
“Don’t stop.” Danielle grasped for him.
“Don’t worry, doll, you’ll get more. I promise.” J.C. winked and settled between her legs on the floor beside the bed. “I need to taste this sweet pussy of yours.”
His mouth was hot on her clit. He began to suck her nub and Danielle’s mind went fuzzy. Each swirl of his tongue brought her closer and closer to release. When his fingers entered her, he began to explore, tickling her most sensitive spot causing her to squeal. Her body jerked while her hands tangled in J.C.’s hair, pulling it hard. “Yesss,” she screamed through ragged breaths.
J.C. lazily ran his tongue between her pussy lips and looked up at Danielle with a smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful when you come, and this tight, little pussy of yours is so sweet.”
Danielle giggled. “Flatterer.” She exhaled, pushing her hair out of her face.
J.C. stood up and stroked his cock. “Minx.”
“Punish me.” Danielle pinched her nipples and licked her lips. His cock glistened with her wetness in the afternoon light that streamed through the window. Nothing was more erotic than watching her husband glide his hand up and down his cock with a wicked smile on his face. The anticipation of what she knew would come caused her to writhe in the bed.
J.C. lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders positioning himself at her entrance. “With pleasure.” He pushed his dick deep inside her, his balls slapping off her ass with a loud smack.
“Yeah, like that.” Danielle groaned feeling her breasts jiggle. His dick stretched her wide, and with the position, he was able to fill her deeper. This was her favorite. She loved having him control the pace and feel his power each time his hips crashed against her.
“Damn, I love fucking this pussy.” J.C. gripped her thighs, pouring every ounce of energy into his hips. His breathing was excited and rough. “Hell, yeah,” he yelled as his hips pounded faster and harder. Sweat began to trickle down his temples.
Danielle’s fingers rubbed her clit furiously, and her legs began to tremble. “Oh, baby, yesss,” she squealed.
J.C. felt her channel grip him tight, and a flood of heat enveloped his cock. Danielle screamed as her orgasm took over, her legs shaking in his grip. It was too much to experience. His cock twitched, and his balls tightened. “Fuck.” His cum shot deep inside her, fulfilling the desire he had their very first time together. He growled with his mouth sucking her nipple while gasping for air.
“Oh, Mr. Evans,” Danielle whispered and exhaled. “That was spectacular.” She trembled all over with her pussy tightening sporadically around his softening cock.
J.C. stilled and laid his head against her chest. “You’re mine, forever. I love you, Danielle.”
Danielle smiled feeling her eyes misting up with happiness. “I love you, too.”
* * * *
As they lay together in the afterglow, J.C. couldn’t believe the sex could get any hotter or his love for her could be any deeper. But with Danielle, anything was possible.
Danielle smiled as she wrapped her arm tighter across his chest. “Wow, Mr. Evans, that was simply wonderful.”
J.C. smiled, proud as hell of himself. But one question still sat in his mind, and he had to know. “I need to know something,” he whispered.
Danielle looked up. “Okay, shoot.”
“Just what were you saving yourself for? Marriage? If so, I apologize because we really ruined that.”
Danielle smiled, shifted her weight onto her elbow, and looked down into his eyes. “You.”
J.C. pulled her lips to his. “Me?”
“Yes, you,” Danielle whispered as she kissed him.
That took his breath away. “I’m one lucky, lucky man,” J.C. said as he rolled her over and kissed her with all the passion his heart contained.
Danielle relished the moment. After all the years she’d held on, he was worth every second of every day. Life couldn’t get any better or sweeter.
Danielle surmised that sometimes life throws us lemons and we should grab some sugar and make lemonade. And sometimes life kicks us in the gut after an eight-second ride and all we can do is dust ourselves off and get back on. Then at times life offers love and happiness and that’s when we hold on for dear life a
nd cherish every moment of every day.
After all the sayings and advice her grandmother had ever offered, one was the most true and now was her personal favorite…The heart wants what the heart wants.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Growing up I loved to learn and especially read as much as I could get my little hands on. Since we didn’t have an abundance of money I didn’t have a lot of items to read at home, so I read the dictionary to learn more. It wasn’t until much later in life I found a passion and love for writing. After college I found myself not enjoying life, I was just living it. I married to a wonderful man and I have two beautiful daughters, but I felt that I was missing something, something for just me. It was at that time I promised myself to work toward what made me happy, not anyone else, and I’m happiest when I’m writing.
I reside in southwestern Missouri, but I call Oklahoma home, where my family and I are from. I’m blessed to have two older brothers, an older sister and a younger brother. Each is as different as day and night, and all have unique personalities that are easy to love. My mother has been my inspiration and the first to set me straight when I wanted to give up. She always would say, “Can’t never could do anything.” I believed her, and I have tried on many different hats trying to find my niche in life, and there have been many. Thank goodness I finally found a personal passion, and it only took 37 years, not too shabby.
Outside of writing, working, being a mom and wife, I love genealogy and have researched extensively over the years. History is fascinating to me, as well as mythology and ancient religions. I’m a firm believer in karma and that everyone has a special talent. Sometimes they ignore it while others embrace it. As for me, well, I’m embracing mine and learning something new every step of the way.
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