Western Night Series Collection (Mail-Order Brides)

by Rosie Harper

  “There was something I wanted to tell you before you went,” she said bravely summoning up the courage she knew she must, just as he had done. Even if he had changed his mind she needed to tell him. “I love you. I am so sorry, I tried to say it then but you had already left the room and I was just so tired, my throat so sore.” He looked at her incredulously, and the first of the tears beagn to wind its way downwards.

  “You love me,” he said happily.

  “I love you,” she agreed. “I always did. From the moment you stood up, but especially when I saw your beautiful, ink-stained fingers. There was something so soft, yet so very strong about your hands.” Albert laughed aloud, and ignoring the dung that was staining her clothes he picked her up and whirled her around. Holding her tightly he slowed, and kissed her deeply. She wound her arms around his neck, finally able to curl her fingers into his hair keeping him close to her. He put her down

  “I definitely think we need to get you that bath Caitlin,” he said with a teasing tone in his butterscotch voice.

  “I’m well enough to do it myself now, but I would be glad to have some help,” she said brazenly. “After all, there is little of me you haven’t already seen, and I am rather hoping that you intend to marry me as soon as possible?” She laughed at his stunned expression.

  “I should have expected that,” he said wryly. “I love you Caitlin Macgregor, and I have the strangest feeling that nothing in my life will ever be the same again.”

  “I certainly hope not. How dull would that be?” Caitlin asked as she led him into the house, and put on a kettle of water. She pulled out a large tin bath, that he suspected just might be big enough for them both, and moved towards him, her hips swaying sensuously.

  He took her in his arms, and kissed her neck, nibbling little kisses from her collarbone up to her ears. She delighted in the sound of his breathing as it grew faster, and louder. She ran her hands up his torso, revelling in the taut, flat belly and the tightly muscled chest. She began to fumble at his buttons, and he at hers. The kettle started to rock as the water inside began to boil. Reluctantly she moved from his embrace, and poured it into the bath, quickly adding another. She turned to find he had already begun to remove his clothes. He was bare-chested, gentle hair curling against his skin, and leading in a perfect line to where he was unfastening his breeches.

  Caitlin sighed, and began to hurriedly undress herself. She threw her pants, and the soiled shirt out of the door onto the porch, quickly removing her undergarments until they both stood in front of one another, with nothing between them. “You are beautiful,” Caitlin said to him as she drank in his lithe body. She knew from experience how strong he was, and she longed to be held tightly in his arms again. She moved towards him, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Their lips parted, their tongues meeting, tasting, teasing. He ran his hands down her back, and on down to cup her buttocks he lifted her up, and pulled her tight against him.

  She could feel his manhood, strong and proud against her belly. She gasped as he kissed he neck, a suckling bite that almost took her breath away. She pushed him away and made him settle her back on her feet. She filled the bath with the second kettle, and then topped up the bath with some cool water. She passed him the soap, and a wash cloth and grinned. “What a way to start a relationship?” he said in wonder. She got in the tub, and encouraged him to follow her.

  He took the cloth and wet it thoroughly. He ran it over her body, from top to toe, covering every inch with kisses. He took the soap and lathered it against her skin, she shivered with pleasure. Slowly and thoroughly he rinsed her off, and bent to suckle at her perfect raspberry pink nipples. “Oh Albert,” she cried with pure abandon.

  “My darling girl, we really should wait until we are married,” Albert said, but Caitlin could see in his eyes he was only giving her the chance to say no should she wish to. He no longer cared one whit what anyone thought of him. He loved her, intended her to be his wife and so had no need of anyone’s approval but hers.

  “Not a chance,” she said cheekily as she mimicked him by suckling at his tiny, tight little nipples, delighted that he seemed to find it as deliciously pleasing as she did. “Now, I believe it is your turn,” she said as she took the soap and washed him as clean as he had done for her. “Now, shall we go upstairs my love, or is here on the kitchen floor good enough for you? I’m not sure I can wait any longer!”

  They clambered out of the bath, and Albert gently laid out a bath sheet on the floor and helped her down onto it. He caressed her tenderly, his hands were warm and aroused her every sense. He let his hand drift slowly towards her mound, she was almost ashamed that he would find her so wet there, but he seemed to not mind, smiled contentedly as he ran his strong fingers gently between her slick folds. She writhed under his touch, her hips pushing towards him. “I am yours Albert, please,” she moaned. He pushed her thighs gently apart even further, and poised his throbbing member at the entrance to her womanhood. She grabbed at his buttocks, and pulled him inside herself impatiently. At last, they were one, and they rocked together until they reached a climax, the like of which Caitlin had never imagined to be possible.

  “I love you Caitlin. I will never leave you again,” Albert promised.

  “I know, because you won’t ever leave yourself again now either,” she said as he cradled her against his chest. “You are Albert now, aren’t you?”

  “I am indeed, and you are Caitlin. I didn’t know I was looking for you, but I think you have been haunting my dreams my entire life.”

  “I know just what you mean. I dreamed of my farm, of being just like the cowboys I read about in the newspapers, and I dreamed of being loved for the person I was. I never thought I could have any of it. But look at us now, I have my rough and tough life, I am a cowboy, and I have found the most perfect man in the world for me.” She kissed him fiercely, knowing she would never let him feel he wasn’t enough ever again.

  BONUS 5 PART BOXSET

  “WHY HE”

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By: Nicole Price

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  WHY HE Desires

  BDSM Lust during the heat of the moment

  Ricardo Alvez is quite possibly, the greatest paradox going. A playboy; the ego-sensitive CEO of a multi-national textiles company, inherited from his late father. A helpless slave to his senses and desires. You will bear witness to the lustful side of domination and submission; both being used as a business tool as Ricardo attempts to neutralize any threats to his late-father’s empire. The bank account he now possesses is as big as my hilltop villa, located near the border of Venezuela, with plenty of land to indulge himself in, as his second favorite pastime is of riding horses. The billionaire’s lifestyle is as luxurious and fun as everyone imagines it to be with private G5 jets and lavish yachts. Having money does make one happy, and Ricardo surely knows how lucky he is. The ripped muscular body of an alpha-male coupled with the good looks of a movie star just adds to his desirability. Oh, and his favorite past time? Full blown, dominating and sinful sex.

  Ricardo Alvez was actually beginning to enjoy the new job as CEO of Alvez Exports Inc. He didn’t seem to get involved with much due to the faithful board of directors handling the day to day workings. That was of course, until today! I am Llana Jones, the representative of Almanec: a Japanese business rival seeking foreign wears. A few faithful politicians have managed to inform Ricardo as to how I have been underbidding Alvez Export’s existing contracts, drawing quite a lot of enthusiasm from the corrupt exploitive factory owners. Ricardo should clearly remem
ber me from our Harvard days. I used to have a soft spot for him but nothing ever came of it after his flirtatious advances were always met with strong rejection. In fact, there is a meeting between Alvez Inc. and a potential contract later on this evening. The Alvez corporative minions are trying to hijack it with Ricardo himself planning to attend the meeting in an effort to secure an agreement. I’m sure our engagement will be heated, what with me trying to destroy his family business and everything, but I am only doing my job. It isn’t my fault that Almanec has begun to emerge here in Colombia, nor that an opportunity has arisen for which they seek to exploit. However, somewhere inside me I feel that it will be nice seeing Ricardo again after all this time, seeing how we have both evolved as people. I actually feel a bit intimidated to tell the truth. He always made my heart skip a beat and could always get me excited whenever we would speak to one another.

  Ricardo’s olive oil looks and Latin charm certainly used to draw attention wherever he went as one can imagine. I used to be a timid, shy little blonde who quite simply, just didn’t want to become involved with boys. It was only until my first job and the string of office romances and nightclub encounters that followed that I really began to embrace my sexual desires and fantasies. The journey down memory lane is interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone as I get out of the taxi – it is my boss. He sounds anxious and instructs me to do whatever I can to stall Ricardo for an hour or so. That makes me laugh! Who do they think I am? Can’t they just pay somebody to block off a road or something? After a short argument where my boss promises to reimburse me handsomely, I cut the call. Maybe catching up on old times could actually take up 60 minutes.

  During the conversation my boss revealed to me that a factory owner is going to try and contact Ricardo personally to see if they can agree to undisclosed terms. If I can keep Ricardo distracted long enough; his absence may just tip the balance into Almanec’s favor. I always knew my company would take advantage of my past friendly relationship with him and would be looking to capitalize on his well-known Achilles-heel regarding women. And with my thin waist and firm boobs, who knows; maybe something amazing will come of it all. Ricardo has decided to meet me at his hillside villa, to where I have just arrived. Maybe he wants to probe further into my presence in Colombia or hopes to loosen my lips for some juicy information. Any moment now I will be meeting him. It is a hot day today and I do not want to waste any time with games seeing as how we know each other quite well. I have opted for a thin silk white dress; no bra; no panties. The reason for this being it is simply too hot and my plan is to simply go in try and charm him into a temporary ‘ceasefire’, whereby Almanec will clinch a few more customers, and then I will leave. My body combined with my mind should help me. A few years have passed since we last saw each other and I wonder if I will even recognize him as he has kept out of the public eye ever since he took the helm. My cell phone rings and it is my boss reminding me to remain vigilant and pay special attention in regards to Ricardo mentioning anything about a trip to Cali. I make another tie of my headband around my silky straight hair and examine myself in the reflection of the window. My blonde curls are tied back and shining in the summer sun; the dress makes my breasts appear larger than they actually are as it hugs them equally with a snug fit.

  I knock on a huge oak varnished door and my heart skips a beat. The handle turns and the door opens to no one other than Ricardo, appearing on the other side. Ricardo is standing in front of me, smiling his white tooth Hollywood smile. His black hair is slicked back and he is wearing a tight casual shirt and ripped designer jeans. I glance at both arms confined within the thin garment with their bulging 24 inch firm biceps in addition to his sculptured pecs, stretching the cotton fabric to its limits. Yes; a mass of rippling muscles and Latino greatness. I wonder to myself, what his penis must look like? “What? You don’t recognize me?” He bellowed, completely interrupting my lustful and dirty train of thought. “Of course I recognize you.” I laugh, glancing down at his ass whilst brushing past him. It is a nice compact steel unit that could have been sculptured out of the finest Italian marble. I imagine grabbing it with both my hands and pulling him inside me. God Llana! What are you like?! It is of no wonder the great Ricardo Alvez has managed to evade photographers’ and tabloids within this secluded mansion. It took me over four hours by car to get here. He closes the door shut behind me. He is even hotter than he was in college, I think to myself as he turns around looking at me up and down before nodding his head, “Llana you haven’t changed too much; still as gorgeous as always. I still remember all those times you rejected me back at Harvard.” I had loads of boys chasing after me but I just wasn’t interested. He removes the sunglasses revealing his greenish jade-like eyes that are only complimented further by his olive tanned skin. There is an awkward moments silence as we both take in each other’s appearance before my mind goes back to the assignment, “I suppose you are here to find out about Almanec’s latest ventures?” He laughs in response and I catch him quickly glancing down at my hard nipples poking through the thin, silk dress, “I’m going to cut to the chase Llana. We’ve known each other a long time now and I know what you are doing. So this is my attempt at mitigation and allowing you and Almanec to save face, and quietly leave Colombia.”

  His Spanish accent makes my blood boil. He was always attractive, but not like this sex-god standing before me. “Don’t be like that. I’m just doing what my employer tells me to do.” I look around the room we are both standing in; it is a lavish affair with crystal cut chandeliers and a curious set of leather straps suspended from the ceiling. Sunshine is piercing through numerous gaps within the strewn up straw blinds hanging from various window arches. There is a curled leather brown whip on display above a large oak mantelpiece. I have heard all the stories about Ricardo’s, as being the setting for numerous orgy type parties and sinful evenings of debauchery. We are soon interrupted by one of his many house-servants who asks Ricardo something in Spanish to which he shakes his head and waves him out the room. “Forgive me! Please sit down and tell me what you would like to drink?” I place my purse down beside me as I sit upon the leather sofa, “Anything with ice in it.” He heads over towards a lavish bottle display and begins to make me something. It is quiet cool in the room with the gentle hum of the air conditioner coming from the ceiling. Ricardo hands me a glass, “Gin and tonic okay with you?” I gladly take it and nod. The ice cool liquid is refreshing as I quickly begin get the ball rolling, “I’m not telling you how to run your business, but you need to expect some competition. Alvez accounts for almost 80 per cent of the textile trade in Colombia.” Ricardo sits next to me; I smell his cologne and can see some feint sweat reflecting on his forehead. He is calm and succinct. “Llana we are not going to discuss business. I will deal with your bosses, they will not last long here in Colombia. They can leave now or wait, it is their choice. No, the real reason you are here is because I actually wanted to see you.” It may be his way of making me lower my guard or even to get me to speak, but upon hearing him I am taken away. The mansion is peaceful, the air is cool, and Ricardo is hot! I almost stumble over my next sentence, “Well, I’m…in a way I’m glad, because the last thing I wanted was for us to fight.” He smiles and places his arm slowly around me and leans back into the couch. The house-servant from before comes in with a tray of piled up strawberries and a can of whipped cream. Once he leaves, Ricardo remains seated, emitting pure confidence and control, “Tell me about you. What’s new?” I’m sure he can sense how I quietly yearn for him so I decide to flirt back, “I’m a bit more adventurous now.” He looks completely through me with those Latino eyes; a fire raging behind them, “I know what you are doing Llana. I know why you are here. But I don’t care, I’m being completely honest with you, unlike your bosses.” I begin to feel a sense of guilt as to my intentions, when it went through my mind I imagined the dynamics to be a little different. I look at his muscular physique rippling within his shirt, begging to be freed. As he i
s speaking I let the slit in my dress part, revealing one of my smooth silky legs, “I watched you playing all those girls back in Harvard. All the time.” He leans forward, “Hopefully soon you will abandon those who don’t respect you for those that admire you. You can tell your bosses that Mr. Alvez was not home.” Ricardo swiftly finishes his drink and walks back over to the bottles.

  I feel a sudden unexplainable sense of panic and I too get up from the sofa. “I really want us to catch up.” Okay now I’ve just sent him the clearest signal in the world and may as well have just taken my clothes off! Ricardo turns around and calmly walks over to me. If Alamanec called me at this moment to cancel I don’t honestly think I could stop myself! He grabs me by both hands incredibly tight; his superior strength comfortably preventing me from moving, “Listen, I came here to try and reach an agreement. If you came to Colombia just to ruin Alvez Corporation then prepare for a big mess. I will destroy your friends and take Almanec apart piece by piece.” God I am so turned on at this point. I say in a whisper “You won’t destroy me…” My heart begins to race and a cold rush shoots through me as I think of him screwing me senseless. The scent of his summer manly musk hovers around as he continues to hold me gleefully hostage. My boobs are now quiet visible from where he is, “I’m going to fill your desire, and you will submit your body to me. This is the offer. You submit or you leave.” There is no other choice now, I can’t help myself. My heart is beating so hard it is going to burst out my chest and my stomach has butterflies flapping around inside. In this moment of lust I reply, “Yes, show me.” Before I can finish this sentence he places his hand down my dress and feels my firm plump breast. His skin is rough. like leather against my smooth boob and I breathe in sharply as an electric like feeling shot though my entire body as he squeezes firmly. I look up with a helpless look on my face staring deep into his eyes. Something dangerous is flashing within them. I swiftly pull off my hair tie causing my bun to loosen. A shake of my head was all it took to set my curls free to wash over my shoulders. I now open my mouth allowing him to stick his tongue inside. We both relish in our sliding over one another before he breaks away. He swiftly tears off the front of my dress causing it to rip across my upper back. Both breasts bounce freely to which Ricardo begins to suck hard on one of my hard nipples. The cold painful pleasure sensation causes me to start getting wet as I look up towards the ceiling with my eyes closed and mouth wide open, almost gasping for breath. Ricardo journeys upwards and begins to lick the top area of my now hanging boobs before rolling his tongue back down towards my exposed nipples. It feels amazing as he moves to the other breast and begins sucking frivolously, sending my senses into overdrive and causes me to let out a succinct wail of euphoria.