A Fall From Grace. Mail Order Bride Western Page 6

  Perri stretched her arms wantonly on the mattress giving her a full view of her naked body. Her generous breasts bobbed with his urgent rhythm. He bent over her, her feet sliding to the sides of his neck, and tweezed a nipple with his fingers. He gently twirled it. She arched up at the sensation.

  In a fit of creativity, Perri let her feet fall to the side. She formed a giant V in the air with her legs. Wyatt’s eyes went wild with passion.

  “You are my little dance hall girl, ain’t you?” he declared.

  He gathered her ankles and turned her around. Her feet were planted on the ground next to his. He lifted her onto her knees onto the mattress and walked her forward. He climbed behind her and re-entered her, continuing his rhythm.

  He leaned to kiss her backside. He started with her spine. She was incredibly sensitive as his lips followed the bony path down to her curvaceous buttocks. He was tender as he kissed her there. As though he meant for his loving to heal her injury.

  Perri was on all fours. She just thought to look to the side and realized that she could see Wyatt and her in the vanity mirror. She blushed but she could not tear her eyes away. Wyatt intuitively looked her way and their eyes connected in their reflection.

  On purpose, he withdrew from her just so that she could see his length as it re-entered her. She shook her head with the erotic effect that watching had on her. Her nipples were at once hard. She lowered herself just so that her breasts barely grazed the mattress and the friction of her breasts swaying back and forth, teased her.

  It took some time, not that she had complaints, for Wyatt to make that culminating shift. She watched in the mirror as his eyes fluttered back and upward. His spine arched. His shoulders went back as his hips went forward, as far into her as he could. Like she had, he too was calling for mercy as he struggled to eke out all of the pleasure from her that he could.

  Perris’ own pleasure had fully subsided some and she was clear headed could think. She rocked her hips up towards his as he fell into his own climax. He cried out and spazzed helpless as Perri wickedly coaxed his senses to feel all that they could.

  At last, he crumbled to the mattress next to her, a felled giant. Perri was no longer wired from the travel and the newness. Despite the brief nap she had had earlier, she was exhausted. She cuddled next to her new husband, and succumbed to sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Perri lifted her eye lids. The room looked like the aftermath of a powerful storm. Bedding and clothing and belongings were strewn everywhere and her giant husband was sprawled beside her. She had worn him out.

  She hoped he still wanted her in the light of day. Cadie told her it was one thing for a man to want a woman like she was the last woman on earth, when he was hungry. But when he was satisfied, he might not be so kind.

  While Wyatt slept, Perri took the chance to study on him. Wyatt stirred. Blind, his mouth found the side of her neck and kissed her. The contact catapulted her to arousal in an instant. When he spoke against her neck, the pleasurable effect was doubled.

  “I suppose we ought to show ourselves for breakfast. No doubt your mother has reared her lovely head,” he said.

  Perri could not help but snicker. She held her fingers to her mouth and giggled.

  “What a melodious sound, your laughter,” he said. “I think I like it near as much as your cries when you are at the peak of passion.”

  His words made her melt. She nearly dissolved into pure heat. He must have sensed her reaction.

  “Oh well, I know how to wind your clock up,” he said. “I just have whisper in your ear. How delightful. My passionate wife.”

  “How delightful indeed, my all-knowing husband,” she replied, finding her courage. “But on the subject of my mother –“

  Wyatt released a hearty laugh.

  “There you go again. I promise you. Mention that woman in bed and we shall be a childless couple,” he threatened lightly.

  Perri smiled at the mention of children. She would be pleased to have his baby. She immediately fantasized about what their children might look like. She herself had very dark straight hair. Wyatt’s hair was amber and curling. She saw sweet children with huge smiles running around playfully.

  Wyatt stroked her face tenderly despite the roughness of his hands. He stirred her from her wishful thinking. He was sincere when the spoke to her.

  “Please tell me your feelings on my telling her to leave. If you want her to go away, I will see to it. And if you want her to say, I would understand but she will behave,” he said.

  “You are letting me decide?” asked a stunned Perri.

  “Woman you are in the West now. I aim to count on you for many decisions,” he said.

  He rolled her over on her belly.

  “For instance, this way,” he said and gently encouraged her to her back. “Or this way.”

  He was like a magnetic, pulling at her very core. It was so powerful, he made her head spin.

  “I think I will know when I lay eyes on her. If there were a way to take care of her and yet to forget about her,” she said.

  “Baby, I have a ranch that goes on forever. Probably a lot like your mother, if we let her. I can set her up with a little house. You can see her as often or as little as you like,” he said.

  He moved, his movements became more liquid, predatory in a good way.

  “But we need to make sure she is out of earshot. I expect the ranch is going to be a might loud from here on out,” he said flirtatiously.

  Perri burned with a powerful blush. She squirmed with it.

  “Am I understood?” he asked with a pretend lecture.

  “You are, sir,” she replied in a near faint.

  “Much as I hate to let her interrupt our honeymoon, let’s freshen up and go on down,” he said.

  Chapter Eight

  Wyatt was correct. Myrtle had risen before them and was sitting stone-faced having coffee at the Delmonico’s. Perri could spot her sulking from across the room. It was pretty clear that Wyatt wanted her gone but it looked like to Perri that her mother was holding out for a change of heart. Perris’ palms were sweaty when she and Wyatt approached her.

  “Good morning, mother,” Perris’ voice trembled.

  “I suppose,” said Myrtle.

  “May we join you?” asked Perri.

  “I suppose,” she repeated.

  “Wyatt and I would like to offer you your very own house on his ranch,” said Perri.

  Wyatt took Perris’ hand.

  “Our ranch,” he corrected with a warm smile.

  “I thought you wanted nothing more to do with me,” she said stiffly.

  “I was thinking more that we could start fresh. You know. New marriage. New family. New house,” said Perri stiffly.

  “I won’t stay where I am not wanted,” said the woman, pouting.

  “I- I,” Perri stammered.

  Her heart raced, her stomach was doing flips. Perri was humiliated in front of her husband that she was such a door mat to her mother.

  “Yes you will,” interjected Wyatt firmly. “You only care about you and as long as you and your needs are taken care of, others be damned. I have a feeling this mail order matrimony was your way of hitching to my wagon. I am sure a little investigatin’ will prove you were on your last leg financially. Otherwise, you’d a been gone when I told you to leave.”

  “It might surprise you that I love my daughter and I want to be near her. She is all I have,” replied the bitter woman.

  “It might at that,” grinned Wyatt. “But I agree she’s all you got. ‘Cause I don’t believe you got money. So I would a lot nicer to her from this point forward, am I clear? I am willing to build you a house. I am willing to be civil to you on holidays and such. But mark me, you ever belittle my wife or lay a hand on her, you will receive it in kind from me. There’s no law against a man beating a woman here in Dodge. I don’t abide by it, but you would be the first to put me to the test on that one.”

  “Are you threat
-?” Myrtle raised her voice.

  “Eh,” he interrupted.

  And he made the noise again when she tried to continue.

  “What shall it be, Myrtle?” he asked.

  “Fine have it your way,” she said.

  “That’s what I needed to hear,” said Wyatt.

  He rose from the table and gave instructions to the waiter.

  “Put Mrs. Miller’s breakfast on my tab. Please send bacon, eggs, toast, coffee and champagne to my room at the Dodge House. Mrs. Jackson, would you take a walk with me?” he asked, offering his arm to Perri.

  Mrs. Jackson.

  Perri was never prouder as she walked down Main Street arm-in-arm with Wyatt. The strolled over to the stables where Wyatt introduced her to Moss.

  “I heard you was coming, but I couldn’t have known how pretty you’d be,” said Moss.

  “Moss, I would like take the bay mare out before we hitch them to the rig,” said Wyatt. “I thought I would take my bride for a ride.”

  “You leavin’ today then are you?” asked Moss.

  “I was going to discuss that prospect with the missus,” he said with a wink. “I was kind of itchin’ to show her our home. Kind of eager to start our new life together.”

  Moss smiled from ear to ear.

  “I don’t blame you one bit now, Wyatt. I surely don’t,” said Moss.

  He saddled up the horse Wyatt requested. Wyatt hoisted Perri to side to the side on the horse as he straddled her.

  “We’ll go gentle,” he whispered to Perri as out of range for Moss to hear.

  “Any excuse to hold you in my arms,” he continued. “I hope I am not being selfish.”

  His breath on her neck was erotic. She swayed against.

  “Steady there,” he chuckled. “Well you’re easy to please.”

  “I can’t help it,” she said faintly. “You do things to me.”

  “That pleases me,” he said.

  “And no, you’re not being selfish. I like being in your arms,” she said.

  “How a mean sour woman could make such a sweet delightful daughter is puzzling,” he said.

  “You really think I am delightful?” she asked shyly.

  “I don’t reckon there’s a person who don’t, save you know who. Cadie is taken with you,” he said.

  “I like her. I am glad she helped me to get ready for the weddin’,” said Perri.

  “One of my better ideas,” said Wyatt sensually. “You were a wildcat.”

  “You made it easy to be,” she rasped.

  She leaned against his sturdy broad shoulder. She was filled with more positive emotion than she ever thought she would know.

  “Wyatt,” she began.

  “Yes love,” he answered.

  He called her love. It was if he knew what she was about to ask.

  “My mother did tell the truth. About my not wanting to come. I had no idea what she was up to. She took the ad out in the Matrimonial News. I did not want to come,” she said.

  “That’s because you don’t trust her. That makes perfect sense,” he said. “I don’t think she has ever had your best interest at heart.”

  It hurt her deeply to hear him say that.

  “Was I too plain?” he asked tenderly. “I might as well as while it’s still smartin’ that I don’t think she will. She’s not right, baby. Something ain’t put together right where she’s concerned. It says a whole lot about you that you are as sweet and loving as she is not.”

  Perri took a deep breath.

  “So how is it now?” he asked with a smile against her cheek.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Well you’re glad you came now, right? I was right about that?” he asked.

  “Am I?” she asked rhetorically. “It is the nicest thing she’s ever done for me. Or could have done for me.”

  “And for me too,” said Wyatt with a chuckle. “You’re the only reason I am willing to put up with her. If she were a man, I’d a knocked her flat. But I am thankful as anything to her for you. So she can stay.”

  “Thanks, I think. Wyatt?” she said timidly.

  “Yes love,” he replied again.

  “Am I your love?” she asked.

  “Yes love,” he said again.

  Worth Fighting For

  A Mail Order Bride Historical Romance

  Brides of Deadwood

  Introduction:

  Deadwood, South Dakota is the center point of a large gold rush in the Black Hills. A hot-bed of trouble and danger. Life isn’t a thing held as precious as the gold and fortune the town’s people seek. Levi Langston is one of a handful of lawmen hired to try to keep the people from killing each other. After seeking a wife in the mail order bride catalogues, he found a young woman who fit what he’s looking for in a woman to live his life with. He and Nora hit it off right from the start and though life is hard in the rough town, they plan to stay in the area and raise a family. The murder of a friend has Levi seeking the killer and Nora fearing for his life. She comes to realize how dangerous his job is and how unstable a life with him will be. Both realize their marriage may not work.

  Deadwood, South Dakota

  1876

  NORA

  Snow falls in light flakes from a gray sky. From my window on the second floor, above the Sheriff’s office, I can see the people of Deadwood walking to and fro. Some are finishing up their errands before the light completely leaves the sky and Deadwood turns into the place that so perfectly fits its name. Others are seeking the relative safety of the many brothels and saloons, those are the night people.

  My husband of just one day has left me to go to his shift, the night shift. The most deadly shift there is for the Deadwood Sheriff’s Office. Levi Langston changed my name yesterday. No longer am I, Nora Walker. That woman will never be again.

  The life I left back in New Jersey disappeared as I rode the train out to the west, the wild west, the deadly west and now my home. Levi began writing to me six months ago and captured my heart.

  My father came out west a year ago. We found out he was killed in a shooting at a bar in Tombstone. With the news, my mother told me it was time I found myself a husband to care for me. She was going to move in with my oldest sister and live with her and her family the rest of her days.

  I am the youngest of six girls. At first I protested that I was but twenty years old. She chastised me as she was a bride at merely twelve. So I put my ad in a mail order bride magazine and caught the attention of several men. Levi was by far the most intriguing.

  His letters told of a life he chose in the western frontier town of Deadwood, South Dakota. Levi was living in New York, just one year ago. He answered an advertisement for deputies in Deadwood. It seems they drop like flies around here.

  Levi is young, twenty-five years old, and tough as hell. His letters told me he was a bit hard-headed and at times prideful, but deep down, he has a softness in him. I fell for him before I ever laid eyes on him.

  Once I did see him, well I was done for. Putty in the man’s hands, so to speak. I don’t know a woman who wouldn’t be.

  I stepped off the train yesterday to find a man who stood at least six feet six inches. He kept his wavy auburn hair which fell to his shoulders under a black cowboy hat. His black, button down shirt was pressed and fit him well, it showed off his broad shoulders and tightly muscled chest. His black dungarees covered muscled legs thick as a tree trunk.

  All man was what I saw, and he held a large, white sheet of paper with my name on it. I approached him slowly, taking advantage of how he was looking all around and not noticing me taking him in. His deep green eyes had tiny lines around them. His skin was tanned from the sun and his lips were full and plump and they were soon to be mine.

  “I’m the girl you’re looking for, Levi,” I said, and he looked down at me. His smile went clean across his face and I knew he was happy with what he saw.

  I was pulled up into his strong arms and his lips touched mine for only a sec
ond. He laughed and his eyes twinkled as he looked at me. It was as if the moment our eyes met, we knew it was right.

  So we went to the justice of the peace’s office and made it legal then he took me to his home. Our home now. With no pomp and circumstance he took me right to his bed, our bed now.

  Levi is rough around the edges and wild as any animal that roams freely here. His letters let me know he wasn’t looking for a prim and proper wife. He wanted one just as wild as he is. And he is wild, wow!

  Though a bit nervous that I wouldn’t be able to hold up to his expectations, I surprised myself. His magnetism made it very easy to fall into bed with him after knowing him a mere three hours.

  We’re staying in the small, one bedroom apartment on top of the Sheriff’s office until Levi builds us a home. His eye is on a piece of property south of town, and he was waiting for my arrival to make the purchase.

  Soon our new life together will be lived in our new home. Where we will have children and raise them. The whole idea makes me giddy with an unexpected joy.

  A shot rings out and I run to look out the window down to the main street below. A wobble legged old man holds a pistol in the air with one hand and a whiskey bottle in the other. “I struck it rich today!” he shouts and pulls the trigger again.

  The sound makes me flinch even though I had an idea he was going to do that. Then I see my new husband walk up to the old guy and pat him on the back. “Congratulations, Matthew! Let’s get you set up in the saloon and off the street where you can have some real fun.”

  Levi’s ease with him makes the old man smile and he puts his gun back in its holster. Levi walks him across the street and through the swinging saloon doors, then he turns back around and looks up.

  My heart skips a beat as he smiles and gives me a wave.

  LEVI

  The smell of gunpowder fills the air as old Matthew shot his pistol off to announce to the town he’d found some gold. I find myself looking up to the window where my new wife waits for me. There she is. More gorgeous than I ever dreamed she’d be, Nora has been a very pleasant surprise.