Lassoing the Virgin Mail-Order Bride (6 page)

The lather builds in my fingers as I massage her scalp, and she moans. I feel her warm, wet body press against mine, my hard cock rubbing against her soft belly. Fuck. I’m going to get to do this every night for the rest of my life.

I have to grit my teeth to keep from cumming all over her there. The feeling of her skin on mine is almost enough to send me over the edge. I didn’t know skin could be so soft. My eyes wander down her body, seeing her full breasts with dark pink nipples in hardened peaks. My mouth waters as I look at them, but I just keep washing her hair and thinking about all I want to do to them. I want to suck on her there, and then rub my cock between them, their full weight squeezing me.

When I’m finished with her hair, I put in some conditioner as well and run my fingers through her curls. I look down between us again and see the head of my cock peeking up against her belly. The sight of it, the head nearly purple with need against her creamy skin, is too much.

Clare’s hands come up to my chest, resting there as I reach for the soap and start to clean her body. The bubbles run between us, creating a slickness between our skin. Her curves slide against my body, making my cock pulse with need. As my hands move down her chest and to her breasts, I give each of her nipples a gentle pinch, feeling her press further against me and moan a little at the treatment.

“I’m small,” I hear her soft whisper.

I cup her breast in my hand. “Looks like you’re a perfect fit to me,” I tell her, then slide my thumb across her nipple.

“Cash.”

My name echoes off the tile of the shower as I move down her body and kneel before her. From this view, I can see all of her. Her narrow hips and thighs and the small blonde patch of curls that covers her pussy. The little crease in the middle is so sweet, I want to open it up and taste what she’s got in there for me. Her hard clit and sticky nectar are just waiting for my mouth.

Instead of taking her into my mouth like I want to, I gently wash her there and then move down to her thighs and feet. I’m trying to control my need, though it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Once she’s completely cleaned, I soap up as fast as I can so I can get us out of the shower. Her hands start to wander on my chest, but I have to stop her.

“Not yet, baby. If you touch me too much, I won’t be able to stop. And I made a promise to myself and to us that I’d wait until you were all mine to take you.” I kiss the palms of her hands and lead us out of the shower, drying her off and then drying myself off.

When we’re all finished, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her out to our bed. I pull back the covers and place her down on the sheets, and I climb on top of her. We’re completely naked, and it would be so easy for me to slip inside her little body, but I don’t. I’ll give her as much pleasure as I can tonight, and then I’ll hold her while she sleeps. I’m not sure she can take me, so this may be all we ever have. As much as I want to put my cock fully inside her, I don’t want to risk hurting her.

“My God. How did I get so lucky?”

Her blush hits her cheeks and creeps down her chest. I see her make a move to cover herself, but I gently push her hands away.

“No, baby. Don’t hide. Not from me.” Leaning down, I kiss her lips softly and then move to her neck. “You’re too beautiful. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

I keep moving lower until I reach her breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth and suck it a little, then nibble on her there, feeling her squirm under me. I take my time loving one breast and then the other. I lick all around her there, in between them and underneath, where she’s softest. When I’ve tasted every inch of her, I move lower, kissing her soft belly and taking little bites of her there. Clare giggles and moves under me, and I smile against her skin.

“Cash, that tickles!”

I rub the stubble of my beard against her, pulling another giggle out of her. I love the sound. It’s like music to my ears, and I want to keep hearing it for the rest of my life.

When I move lower and my mouth goes to the top of her mound where her small blonde curls are, her breathing picks up and the giggle turns into a moan. I press my nose there, inhaling her sweet apple scent, and my tongue comes out, wanting to taste it. I press on her thighs and they nervously open for me. I look up to see the blush on her cheeks, and I place another kiss there while locking eyes with her. I moan at the feeling, and she shudders under me, her little body loving my mouth on her.

“Cash.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” I rub my hands on the inside of her thighs, trying to calm her down.

“No. I just mean. I’ve never done this before.” I look up and see her blush deepen. “I’ve…” She takes a breath and then puts her hands over her face as if not looking at me makes me disappear. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done anything like this. Hell, you’re my first kiss.”

Hearing her words makes my hard cock leak a little cum. Knowing I’m her first, and her last, makes my inner caveman roar with pride. I wouldn’t have cared if she’d been with a hundred men, but knowing that it’s only going to be me makes some of the jealousy I didn’t even realize was there melt away. I want her to know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a gift she’s giving me. I’ll treasure it. Make sure this is perfect for her.

“Thank you, Clare. I take everything you’ve given me as a gift. You’re more important to me than I thought possible. I’ll make sure this is good for you. I’ll be so good to you.” Her hands slip away and she looks at me. I kiss the inside of her thigh and then move my mouth towards her core. “Just let me take care of you, baby.” I’m going to show her.

My mouth comes down on her pussy, and the sweet taste of her nectar hits my tongue. I give her long licks up and down her clit, wanting to taste every single inch of her. I suck on her lower lips and move my tongue down to her tight entrance. I slide my finger in just a little. I can feel her hymen there, tight and firm. She’s so little and closed up, it will be nearly impossible for me to even get the tip of my cock in.

As if she hears my thoughts, her hips move against my face inviting me into her. She moves up and down against my mouth, taking her pleasure from me. Something about this innocent girl working her pussy against my tongue gets me even hotter. It’s as if her body is coming to life before me, and the ache in my cock starts to pulse with bittersweet pain.

Ignoring my cock, and probably blue balls, I go back to eating her pussy. I grab her thighs, digging my fingers into the soft skin there, and bury my face against her, trying to get as much of her into my mouth as I can. It’s only moments before she’s tensing under me and her hands go to my hair. She grips me hard like she’s trying to pull me off of her, only to end up holding me tighter to her.

As I suck on her clit just a little, her back bows off the bed and she skyrockets over the edge. I feel her pussy pulse against my mouth as her orgasm tears through her. She moans my name through gritted teeth, and all I can think about is how intense it must be for her. Having my mouth on her sweet little pussy as she cums on my face is all I can stand. I feel the cold wetness between my thighs, and I realize I’ve cum on myself. I tried to hold off and keep it together, but she was too much. Her perfect taste, feeling her underneath me, hearing her sounds…I couldn’t control myself.

When I feel her relax under me, I look up and smile. My smile grows even bigger when I see her passed out. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is slightly open, deep breaths coming from her.

I quietly get up and clean up my cum as best as I can before climbing back into bed with her. I spoon her warm body, and she doesn’t so much as blink an eye when I pull the covers over us and turn off the light.

I feel the smile on my face as she hums in her sleep. I know that I’ve given her that peace. I just wish there was a way for me to tell her how special that was for me.

I
look
at myself in the mirror and can’t believe how well the pearl-white dress fits me. I’d only had to take it in just a little in the hips to get it to fit just right, landing just above my knees. The dress flares out but nips in the closer you get to the waist. The top molds to my body and gives a hint of cleavage that’s shadowed by white sheer lace running up my neck and around the back, leaving my arms bare.

The day after we’d gotten our marriage license, I had some free time. I’d already cleaned every inch of the house, so that afternoon while my lasagna baked in the oven, I went looking around and found the attic.

The whole area was filled with boxes. Things that belonged to Cash’s mom and dad were all boxed and stored away. Now I’d understood why most of the house seemed so bare. He’d put a lot of it away. I found a box labeled
wedding
, and I just couldn’t help myself. I opened it to find a simple white wedding dress and a wedding album.

I knew from the first page it was Cash’s mom and dad. He looked just like his father. The resemblance was uncanny. They looked so in love. In every picture he was looking at her like she’d just hung the moon. It was truly beautiful and it made me wonder if they would have liked me. I know how much something like that would mean to Cash. It was easy to see how much they’d meant to him. I could tell whenever he talked about them or this farm.

Cash caught me up there. His eyes flashed with something when he saw me on the floor, the album in my lap. That’s when I knew. All this was up here because it was hard to look at. It compounded the loneliness he’d told me about. And when he told me I should wear the dress, that he wanted me to bring something down from the attic said a lot. It signaled that he was moving on from this loss. Moving on with me. We’d both lost our families, but we’re ready to start our own. The past is a lot easier to take when we’re together.

I don’t know if he knew what it meant for him to say that to me. I knew he’d given me the ring already, but this somehow felt different. It was more intimate. It made me feel like I belonged here and that I was becoming a McCallister in more than just name.

I run my fingers through my hair for the millionth time. The curls won’t let me do anything with them today. They seem to have a mind of their own. I was going to pin it back, but Cash asked me before he left if I’d leave it down.

I went to protest but found myself flat on my back, his face between my legs. It’s something he’s doing a lot lately. He brought me to orgasm twice before I tossed in the white flag. Not that it mattered. When I’d gone to the bathroom later, all my bobby pins were gone. He seemed to have a fascination with my wild curls that had me liking them more and more by the day. He was always playing with them or cuddling his face in them while he slept. Wrapping them around his finger, then letting them go, fascinated by their corkscrew shape.

I smile at the reminder. It’s hard to believe I only met this man four days ago. My life has changed so much over these four days. The things he makes me feel fill parts of me that I didn’t even know were there. Parts I didn’t realize were longing to be filled.

Grabbing my little purse, I slip on my white flats and head out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Cash said he was going to run next door to talk to the Johnsons about something. No more fences had been broken the past couple of days, and Sammy was safely back home. But last night someone broke into the barn and released six horses. The men were out hunting them down, and Cash was aggravated but trying to keep his cool.

Flipping the lock, I open the door and let out a little squeak when I see a man I don’t know standing there. His hand is up in the air like he was about to knock.

“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says removing his Stetson to reveal short blond hair.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect anyone to be standing there when I opened the door.”

He smiles as his dark eyes run up and down my body like he’s taking me in. It gives me a creepy feeling.

“I’m Billy Buckman, the foreman over at the Johnson farm.” He reaches out his free hand.

“Mrs. Clare McCallister,” I return, taking his hand. When I go to pull it back, he gives it a little squeeze like he might not let it go, but does.

“Not yet.” He half smiles like it’s a cute little joke, and it makes me narrow my eyes.

“I suggest you take a step back, Mr. Buckman. My husband doesn’t like others in the house when he’s not here.”

“I didn’t realize you two were married yet,” he says, ignoring my words.

I slip past him, pulling the door closed behind me, making him take a few steps back. I take a few of my own in the other direction, trying to get some distance from him.

“Cash is over at the Johnson farm right now. Shouldn’t you be there?”

“He always fill you in on his affairs?” The way he says the word
affairs
has my heart picking up a few beats. The tone doesn’t help any either. He studies me, and I look to the driveway the leads over the hill. Cash should be back any minute. He said he wouldn't be gone long and then we’d be on our way.

His boots click on the wooden porch as he takes a step closer to me.

“I can see why June was so fit to be tied. You are a pretty little thing. I’m not sure what Cash is gonna do with you. I don’t think you could handle one ride.”

I flinch at his words because I don’t think he means a ride on a horse. And the implication runs a little too close to home.

He reaches out, grabbing one of my curls. “The Johnsons aren’t home, you know. Went to a cattle show. Only one there is June. How long has he been gone over there with her?”

My body freezes at his words. He’s been gone for over an hour now. I turn to bat his hand away from my hair and tell him to leave, but before I can, he’s gone. A loud crash fills the porch as Billy is pulled away from me and he hits the house. Cash’s hand is around his throat, and Billy is starting to turn red.

Cash has him a good foot off the ground. I hadn’t noticed how short the other man was, but now that Cash is next to him, it really shows.

“You think you can come on my land and fucking touch my wife?” Cash’s face is so close to Billy’s I have to step to the side a little to see him. His face is turning purple now, and I don’t think Cash is really looking for an answer to his question. It’s clear the man won’t be able to talk with how tight Cash’s squeezing his throat.

“You don’t look at her, you don’t talk to her. In fact, you don’t even know she fucking exists.” Cash is so mad I can feel the anger pulsing off him in waves. He continues to choke Billy, and all I can do is stand there, shocked by how fast everything’s happened. I don’t even know where Cash came from. It was like he knew a man touched me, and
poof,
he just materialized. That actually would not shock me at this point.

“Fuck!” I hear someone yell, pulling my eyes from the scene in front of me. I see Earl and three other hands with him start to run towards the porch. They head for Cash and try to peel him off the other man. It takes all four of them to finally get Cash off Billy. When Cash lets go, Billy slides down, his ass hitting the porch. His hand goes to his throat as he coughs over and over again. I look back to Cash, who’s still being held back by the men as they try to calm him down, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

He keeps pulling to get free, wanting back at Billy.

“He fucking touched her.” He lunges again, this time breaking free of two of the hands, and I jump in front of him. He halts, almost running right into me, and I throw myself into his arms, wrapping myself around him. No way he’ll keep going at Billy if I’m locked around him. If we don’t stop him, I’m starting to think he might kill the man.

His hands go to my ass, catching me easily. I pull back and cup his face. “You marrying me today or you going to jail?” I ask him as I lean in, my lips just a breath from his, and I can see his face visibly relax.

“Marrying you.”

“Think we should practice that kissing part again?” I tease him, brushing my lips across his.

He takes my mouth. The kiss is hard and demanding, almost knocking the air right out of my lungs. I can feel everything he felt moments ago. All the adrenaline still pumping through his body, only now he’s using it on me. He pulls back sooner then I want, breaking the kiss.

“Get him off my land,” Cash says, not taking his eyes from mine as he starts to carry me towards the house.

“I’m calling the Sheriff. He’ll hear about this.”

“When you call him, can you tell him he still owes me a hundred dollars from our last poker night?” I hear Earl say as Cash kicks the door closed behind us and places me on my feet.

His eyes run over me, and I can see the rest of the tension leave his body.

“Goddamn, you look perfect.” His voice is gruff, but he takes a step back from me.

I take a step towards him, and he holds one hand up.

“Barely hanging on, sweetheart. I gotta get you to the courthouse, and if you touch me right now with how I’m feeling, I’ll snap and take you right on this floor.”

“There’s more than what just happened out there, isn't there?” I ask, pointing to the door we just came through.

“Yeah. I was already fucking pissed before I saw Billy reach out and touch you. I went right over the edge after that.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.”

I just stare at him. Cash runs a hand over his face, then pulls it through his dark hair.

“I went to the Johnsons’ and they weren't there.”

“But June was.”

“But June was,” he confirms, making me uneasy. I don’t like that one bit.

“I sat and waited and waited some more while June ran her mouth. Baby, you know how I feel about that voice of hers.” He says it like he was tortured, making me roll my eyes.

“She offered me something to drink. I said no and that if her mom and dad weren’t back in the next five minutes, I was gone. That’s when she fucking lost it. Tried to throw herself at me. I dodged her, and she hit the floor. Hard. Then she started crying.” He studies me for a second, and I can tell there’s more and he doesn’t want to say it.

“What, Cash? Just say it.”

“I just stepped over her and left.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He mimics my response. “You’re not mad? I thought you’d be pissed I just left her there crying. Last time she started with those tears, you told me to be nice. I thought—”

“That’s what got you so mad?”

“Big fucking part.” He lets out a deep breath. “All I kept thinking was that if you had to listen to some man talk for thirty minutes about how you should marry him, I’d lose it. Then I came around that corner and there’s a man standing on my goddamn porch fucking touching you.” He yells the last part.

I just shake my head and walk over to him, placing my hands on his chest, smiling up at him.

“How can you be smiling? I still want to go back out there and beat the shit out of someone.”

“I’m smiling because you’re so jealous. You’re even jealous for me over you.” I start to laugh because saying it out loud makes it ever funnier.

He just shakes his head.

“We should go get married. I think that might help.” I’m not sure who he’s trying to convince, me or him.

“Sure it will,” I tease.

“Maybe if you were walking around here with a round little belly, that might help, too,” he adds.

“Can we focus on one thing at a time here? The wedding first,” I remind him.

“We get this wedding done and I’m going to be focusing on that real hard.”

“Promises, promises,” I tease.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.

“This is going to be the fastest wedding this town has ever seen.”