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“Is it chocolate?” she asked hopefully.

Wyatt laughed. “Would I order anything else?”

Haley sighed. “You are the best husband ever.”

Wyatt gave her a big, smacking kiss. “I hope you’ll remember
that next time you’re mad at me.” He raised his eyebrows and polled the group,
“Who wants cake?”

Wyatt drew Haley to her feet and together they cut the cake.
When he held a piece up for her, she wagged a finger at him.

“If you smash that cake in my face and get this dress dirty
you’ll be sorry, Wyatt Brody.” She followed her declaration with a deceptively
sweet smile.

“Now darlin’,” he said, tucking a napkin into the neckline
of her dress. “Would I do that?” Then he promptly shoved half the cake into her
mouth.

It was difficult to chew and laugh at the same time but
somehow Haley managed. She looked down at her beautiful dress, grateful to see
it was spotless.

“Your turn,” she said, and held a piece of cake to his lips.
She leaned in close. “Be sure those cupcakes make it up to our suite, cowboy. I
got myself a yen to smear you in icing and lick you clean.” Wyatt’s jaw dropped
and she jammed it full of cake, prompting general applause from everyone in
their section of the restaurant.

With a good meal, cake and champagne under her belt, Haley
leaned contentedly in the nook of Wyatt’s arm. Dooley and Maria had retired to
their room a few moments ago and Holden and Wyatt were discussing the best way
to merge the newlywed couple’s assets.

“Which reminds me,” Holden said, pulling a sheaf of papers
from his inside jacket pocket. “I’ve got that document you asked me to draft. I
just need you two to sign it and I’ll file it when I get back to Junction.”

The will.

Damn if she wanted to think of the trouble they were facing
when they returned home, but face it they would and the will was the first
step. She and Wyatt had decided to make one another their sole beneficiaries.
Furthermore, if anything happened to them both, the combined properties and
bank accounts would go to a wildlife foundation with the stipulation that
Dooley and Maria, along with their offspring, be allowed to live and work on
the property in perpetuity. Her beloved horses would go to the Dooley family.

It was a difficult decision to make. She would have left
everything to Maria and Dooley if she hadn’t thought it would make them targets
of her daddy’s wrath. Conner was apt to be disappointed, too, if anything
really did happen to herself and Wyatt. But even if her pa hadn’t been waiting
in the wings to swoop in like a buzzard, no way she would have left the ranch
to Conner. He simply wasn’t responsible enough. She took the pen Wyatt held out
to her, thinking that it was a sad state of affairs when a woman of twenty-five
had to be worried about a will.

“I hate that you have to make these decisions with the ink
barely dried on your marriage certificate,” Holden said. But he showed them
where to sign then tucked the document back inside his jacket. “We’ll let you
kids go and get on with your honeymoon.”

Haley and Wyatt walked the older couple to the elevator and
accepted their congratulations. Holden gave Haley a hug.

“Your Aunt Jack would have been proud of how you turned out,
girl.” He hugged Wyatt, too. “Take care of her, son.”

Wyatt nodded. “She’s a handful but I reckon I’m up to the
task.” He bent and kissed Mrs. Petrie’s cheek. “Thanks for coming on such short
notice.”

Haley leaned against Wyatt as the elevator rose to their
floor. Tucked against his chest, his arms circling her, she felt like nothing
could ever hurt her again. Not Conner, not Rafe Winslow, not even her pa. When
her husband had his arms around her, Texas and all their problems seemed a
world away. He’d given her the most amazing day of her life and now they were
about to start the first night of their married life. Tears of happiness filled
her eyes.

Wyatt turned her in his arms. “Hey now, are those tears?”

Haley tipped her head up to gaze at his beautiful face. “I’m
just so happy. I swear, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Thank you
for today. I never expected this and it means more than I can say.”

He cupped her cheek, tilting her head to kiss her, the
velvet of his lips gentle against hers.

“We’re gonna have a good life, sweet pea. We’ll fill our
home with kids and dogs and more love and laughter than you ever thought
possible.” The elevator chimed and the door slid open. They stepped out of the
elevator and walked arm in arm down the hall to their suite. Wyatt pulled the
key card from his jacket, handed it to her and swept her into his arms. “Unlock
the door, darlin’, and let’s get a start on making babies.”

Haley laughed and swiped the card. “I love you, Wyatt
Brody.”

“Well now, I’m glad to hear that seeing as how we just got
married and all.”

Carrying her across the threshold, he kicked the door shut
and carried her across the room to the big bed that looked out over the Las
Vegas Strip. When he set her on her feet, Haley removed the headband from her
hair and tossed it on the built-in bedside stand, then helped him off with his
jacket.

“I have to say you look very handsome in a tux, cowboy, but
I like what’s under it better.”

Wyatt tugged at his tie. “Is that right?”

She reached around behind her and tugged at the zipper on
her expensive wedding dress. With a shrug, she let it slide from her body to
puddle on the floor and smiled when her husband exhaled and fumbled with the
buttons on his shirt. She’d purchased the sexy white French panty and bra set
online after the first time she and Wyatt had made love, but life had gotten in
the way and she’d never had the time to wear them. The sheer boy short panties
were decorated with Italian lace. The matching bra cupped her breasts lovingly
and she knew if she looked down she’d see her nipples jutting against the soft
material. Gossamer thigh-high stockings clung to her legs.

“Where in hell did you get that?” Wyatt said. He’d finally
managed to get his shirt off and was sitting on a chair struggling with his
boots.

Haley knew just how to help him with that task. “I bought it
a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion.” She smiled and sashayed
over to him. “Need some help with your boots?”

Wyatt grinned. “Sure, sweet pea.” He lifted his leg and she
straddled it, bending over to give his boot a good tug. When he placed his
other booted foot on her ass, she couldn’t help herself, she giggled. He pushed
while she tugged and the boot came off. She stumbled a bit but Wyatt grabbed
her hips, pulling her back until she was trapped between his open thighs.

Haley shivered as Wyatt’s lips brushed across one full lobe.

“You have one fine ass, Mrs. Brody.” Her breath caught as he
used his teeth to tug her panties down to her thighs. His work-hardened hands
stroked her sensitive flesh, gently lifting and parting her cheeks. He used his
thumbs to caress her swollen cunt lips. “Mmm, so wet and hot. I can’t wait to
get in there.”

He turned her, nuzzled her belly, nipped her hipbone, then
tugged her panties down to her ankles. “Put your foot up on the chair, honey.”
She stepped out of the panties and put her foot on the cushion. “Better grab
onto my shoulders ‘cause I’m fixing to make you weak in the knees.”

He hadn’t been kidding when he said he intended to make her
weak in the knees. She’d never been with another man but Haley was pretty sure
Wyatt was as skilled with a woman’s body as any man could be. His mouth, that
wicked mouth, hovered just a breath away from her mesh-covered breasts. His
tongue flicked out to moisten one nipple, which jutted against the see-through
material like a heat-seeking missile. He gave her a nip and she was pretty sure
she whimpered.

“So pretty,” Wyatt murmured, then reached up and unhooked
her bra. Her breasts spilled out and she nearly shouted with joy when he took
her fully into his mouth. He suckled, then moved to the other breast and gave
it the same attention. He nibbled, sucked and licked, tormenting her until her
breast felt heavy with need.

“I love your breasts.” He held her steady with one hand on
her hip as the other skimmed up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “And I love
your pussy.”

Haley moaned as he parted her slit, fingers seeking,
teasing, driving every thought from her head except for one—the need to come.
He pressed his thumb against her clit and stroked. She cried out when he probed
her cunt. One finger, then two, eased inside her to fuck her slow and deep.
Then his mouth began to feast on her breasts again, alternately tugging a
nipple with his teeth, then drawing deeply.

“Wyatt,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come. I want you inside me
when I come.”

He disciplined her with a sharp nip. “Oh, you’re gonna come
with me inside you, honey, but right now I want you to come like this.”

Her hips began to move with him as he pumped into her,
swiping his thumb across her clit, increasing the pressure as she began to
tremble. She didn’t know how much longer she could remain standing, she was
shaking so hard. She put her other foot on the floor and widened her stance,
going after her pleasure.

“Come on, honey. Come for me now. Mmm, I wish you could see
yourself, the way you look riding my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock
inside you. It’s gonna feel so good. You’re so hot and wet.”

The dirty talk sent her over the edge. “Ah god!” she
shouted. Her orgasm broke over her like a wave as Wyatt ground his palm against
her clit. Her entire body shook and she sank to her knees as his hand slid from
between her legs. She pressed her face against Wyatt’s belly as he stroked her
hair. She clung to him, tethering herself to him as the trembling eased. When
she could finally breathe again, she looked up, smiled and reached for his
zipper. After all, turnabout was fair play.

Chapter Twelve

Wyatt closed his eyes when Haley opened his trousers and
reached inside to caress him.

“I think we need to get that other boot off, cowboy. I feel
lonesome sitting here all hot and naked and you still half-dressed.”

Wyatt opened his eyes, intrigued by a side of his wife he’d
never seen before, fascinated with the way her bottom lip poked out in a pout.
The little scamp was trying to seduce him and she was doing a good job.

“Happy to oblige, ma’am.”

She reached for his foot, pulled the boot off with no effort
then tossed it aside. His socks came next and he sighed as she massaged each
foot in turn. When he was completely relaxed, she flicked open the trouser
button. Her fingers curled into the waistband of his pants and he automatically
lifted his hips to allow her to slide them down his legs, silk boxers and all.

Gentle hands smoothed over his legs, lingering over every
scar, testing every muscle.

“You’re a beautiful man, Wyatt Brody,” she said softly. “I
like looking at you, touching you.”

Her hands moved higher, stroking his flanks, her fingers
brushing his scrotum before moving along. She scooted between his legs and
leaned forward to kiss his belly. Wyatt groaned as her breasts skimmed his
cock, settling over him as her tongue traced the line of dark hair leading to
his chest.

Wyatt resisted the urge to bury his hands in her hair and
direct her mouth down to his aching shaft. She’d been a virgin the first time
they’d made love and he hadn’t pressed her to go down on him in the months that
followed. Haley had a hard enough time with intimacy and he hadn’t wanted to
scare her away with some of his baser needs. He waited in anticipation to see
what she would do next.

Oh lord. Her body undulated against him, simulating sex as
her breasts clasped him. Much more of that and he was liable to embarrass
himself by coming like some green kid. He was just about to say something when
she moved higher and her hot little mouth closed over a nipple and sucked.

“Haley…honey,” he groaned when she moved to his other
nipple.

“Shhh,” she admonished. “I wanna touch you, Wyatt. I wanna
taste you.” She ran her hands over his chest. “I love the way you feel…so hard
and yet so soft.” She took his face in his hands and gently pressed her lips to
his. “I love your mouth. The shape of it, the softness of your lips. The velvet
of your tongue against mine when you kiss me sweetly. The thrust of it when you
delve deep into my mouth like there’s nothing more in the world you wanna do
than fuck me ‘til I scream.” Her tongue made a brief foray into his mouth,
stroking softly as she slid her arms around his neck.

He couldn’t hold back, he wrapped his arms around her and
hauled her against him, skin to skin, and ravaged her mouth with a fuck-me
kiss. She shuddered in his arms, moaning as he took control, tasting her with
deep, hungry thrusts of his tongue. They were both gasping when she wrenched
her mouth from his and kissed her way hungrily down his trembling body.

The first swipe of her tongue over the head of his cock
nearly made him come. Her mouth closed over him and he had the urge to promise
her the moon if only she’d never stop. Her touch was magic as she explored his
cock with hands, mouth and tongue. Her fingers teased his balls and he scooted
closer to the edge of the chair to give her access. She took his balls in her
hand and pulled them down, away from his cock and he uttered a shout of
pleasurable surprise.

“Holy god, woman,” he gasped, then thrust upward as her
mouth settled over him for some serious sucking.

Where the fuck had she learned to give head like that? He
wasn’t inexperienced by any stretch of the imagination but he’d never had a
woman suck him with this much enthusiasm. It was as if she had to map out every
vein, every bulge, licking, probing, tasting until he thought he’d lose his
mind. Until she drew her lips into a taut circle, fisted her hand around the
base of his shaft and started to draw on him with single-minded intent.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Wyatt shouted, thrusting his hips,
fucking her mouth with more vigor than he’d intended. He wanted to reach for
her, haul her onto his lap, impale her on his cock and fuck her senseless.
“Need to get inside you before I come.”

“Hmmm…” she hummed, then shook her head and quickened the
pace, her fisted hand pumping his dick.

“Woman…when I get…over this…I’m gonna…ah, jeez…fuck yooouu—”

His body arched and he came in a rush, emptying his balls in
his wife’s hot little mouth. She swallowed, greedily milking every drop of
semen from his body. She looked up at him and licked her lips before wrapping
her arms around his waist.

“Damn, sweet pea,” he said weakly. She snorted a laugh
against his belly and he lost it, laughing along with her. “I do believe I’m
speechless.”

“I’ll remember that the next time you’re yelling at me. In
fact, I may get you to yell at me just so I can do it again.”

Wyatt drew her onto his lap and snuggled her close. “Trust
me, darlin’, you’re free to do that anytime you want.” He stood, holding her
against his chest, and traversed the few feet to the bed. “I’m gonna need a
little recovery time, honey, but as soon I get my strength back you are in for
a hard ride.”

* * * * *

Wyatt woke a few hours later to find Haley standing naked
before the huge windows, looking out over the darkened city skyline. He
couldn’t help but admire the way she looked—the sweep of long hair, the curve
of her waist, the jut of her hips, the perfection of her heart-shaped ass. He
wanted her as urgently now as he had before they’d fallen asleep. Figured he’d
want her just as fiercely thirty years from now. He rose from the bed and went
to her, wrapping his arms around her.

Her head tipped to the side as he kissed her neck and he saw
her smile reflected in the window.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look, standing naked in
front of this window?” He slid his hand to her belly in a soft caress. “I think
I’d like to fuck you right here.” Her breath hitched and he cupped her mound,
his middle finger gliding between her pussy lips. Her head fell back against
his shoulder as she gave herself over to his ministrations. “Mmm. So hot and
wet for me already.” His free hand cupped her right breast and he tormented her
nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Remember what I said when you were
sucking my cock?” A soft sigh escaped her as he gently probed her with his
finger. “I said I was gonna fuck you. What I never got the chance to say is
that I was gonna fuck you until you screamed. Until you begged me to make you
come.” He found her clit again, coated it in her warm cream, and set her on the
path to begging. “Can you feel my cock against your pretty little bottom,
honey? Feel how hard it is, how much it wants to fill you? I want you to close
your eyes and feel my hands on you. Feel my fingers filling you, fucking you.
I’m gonna make you come with my hands, then I’m gonna bend you over and fuck
you ‘til you come again.”

She was moaning loudly now, hunching against his thrusting
fingers. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, whispered to her all the hot and
wild things he wanted to do to her. “Two more days, honey. By the time we leave
this room, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that you belong to me.”

“Please Wyatt…I can’t…I need you in me.”

“Do you?” He eased out of her pussy and concentrated on her
clit, his finger circling the hard little pearl until she was sobbing with the
need to come. “Put your palms on the window and step back.” Jesus that was hot,
Haley bent over, hands spread wide against the safety glass. “Spread those
pretty legs for me, honey. Wider. That’s good. That’s so pretty. I can see your
pussy, all pink and swollen, glistening with all that sweet syrup.”

“Wyaaaatt,” she wailed. “Damn you. Fuck me!”

It was what he’d been waiting for. Haley to demand he give
her what she wanted, what she needed. As much as she’d enjoyed sex, she never
initiated and he wanted her to feel free to tell him what she wanted.

“That’s my girl. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to
you. Do you want it hard and fast, or should I take my time and fuck you long
and slow?”

“Hard. I want you to fuck me hard. And—”

Before she could say another word, Wyatt stepped up behind
her. He took her with one hard thrust and kept on pumping, driving into her
hard and fast as she moaned and gasped. Over and over, he pounded into her,
driving her toward that final peak. She was sobbing, hurling herself back onto
his cock as she reached for the summit.

“Is that good, sweet pea? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, yes. Just like that. God, I’m gonna come…I’m gonna
come.”

Wyatt grasped her hip, guiding her, increasing the pace as
he slammed into her. “That’s right, sweetheart. Let it go. Come for me.” He
gritted his teeth, not sure how much longer he could hold back. She was so
close, he could feel her muscles tense and release. He reached between her legs
and swirled his finger over her clit. Her answering moan was all he needed. As
she hurled herself against him, he pinched the hard little pearl between his
fingers.

“Ah…jeez!” she howled and broke, shuddering and sobbing as
she came.

He gave her another deep thrust of his cock and came,
spilling into her as their bodies trembled and shook. He slid from her body
just as his knees were about to give way and dragged her down to the plush
carpet with him.

“Next time we’re making love on the bed,” he said, spooning
himself around her. “Not so far to fall.”

Haley laughed. “I feel wobbly as a new foal.” She turned
onto her back. “But all of a sudden I’m starving.”

Wyatt took a deep breath, got up, and helped her to her
feet. “Come to think of it, I am too. What are you hungry for?”

She leaned in for a kiss. “You mean beside you? Shrimp and
grits.”

“Okay. I’ll call downstairs and see where we can find you
some shrimp and grits.”

* * * * *

Back in street clothes again, Haley and Wyatt walked from
the Bellagio to the MGM Grand in search of shrimp and grits at Emeril’s New
Orleans Fish House. While Haley had been to Las Vegas several times for the
rodeo finals, this was the first time she’d been here with anyone other than
her father and brother and they certainly hadn’t stayed any place near as nice
as Bellagio, that was for sure. And of course, once her event was over, her
daddy had taken her winnings, if there were any, and sent her and Conner back
to their crappy little motel while he went out with his buddies to drink and
gamble. Nope, Las Vegas hadn’t been the least bit fun any of those times
before. But with Wyatt most everything was fun.

“Have you ever been to Vegas before?” she asked. She slid
her arm around his waist as they walked and he wrapped an arm around her
shoulder. A feeling of warmth and safety washed through her and Haley knew this
man would never let anyone harm her.

“Spent the night here once when I was a sprout. My pa was
looking to pick up a handful of the wild mustangs the Bureau of Land Management
rounds up every year or so. They make real good cow horses once they’re
trained. But I ain’t been here since I grew up. Ranching’s a big enough gamble,
never saw the need to come up here and throw good money after bad.”

“Why didn’t you say something when I suggested we get
married here?”

Wyatt stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and tugged her
into his arms. “As I recall, you were wanting to get married, not go on a
gambling tear. I reckon this is as good a place as any to tie the knot if
you’re not hankering for a fancy wedding. You aren’t fixing to go off on a
gambling spree, are you Mrs. Brody?”

He was teasing her again and Haley’s cheeks heated. “No, Mr.
Brody, I ain’t.”

He took her mouth in a decidedly steamy kiss, right there on
the sidewalk, then gave her that heart-stopping crooked grin.

“Are you sure? Because I got a distraction or two in mind if
you’re feeling the urge to squander all our money on a game of chance.”

Haley giggled, a sound she was getting used to making.
“Nope. No urge to squander our money, but I figure we can find a way to put
that imagination of yours to good use a little later.”

Wyatt laughed and twined his fingers with hers as they
resumed their leisurely walk to the restaurant.

They entered the MGM Grand and the hostess seated them and
handed them menus. The hostess left to prepare the champagne Wyatt had ordered
when he called for the reservation. Sitting close together, they shared a menu
and Haley was appalled at the prices.

“Ridiculous,” she hissed. “There ain’t a salad been made
that’s worth near twenty dollars.” When Wyatt chuckled, she shook her head.
“I’m serious, Wyatt. And look at the price of the ribeye.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Cedar planked. I just may have to try
that.” Haley’s jaw dropped, then she narrowed her eyes at him. “If you want a
cedar planked ribeye, I’ll make the damned thing for you myself and save you
thirty bucks.”

“But what about the essence?” he asked with wide-eyed
innocence.

“You can buy all the essence you want at Central Market. In
fact, I bet we could get a gallon of it at one of those bulk…” She paused when
she saw his shoulders shaking… “Oh you, you’re—”

“Crazy about you and thrilled that you’re gonna be frugal
with our money but it’s our honeymoon, baby. Will you please let me spoil you
just a little? I swear I’ll slow down once we get home.”

Heat crept up her neck to lodge in her cheeks and she caught
her lower lip between her teeth.

“I’m sorry,” she said with a smile. “All my life, I’ve had
to watch every penny. It’s gonna take some time for me to get used to being
spoiled.” She leaned in to him and gave him a soft, lingering kiss. “But you’re
right, it’s our honeymoon, we’re miles away from all our troubles back home
and, if you want ten planked steaks you should have ‘em.”