COWBOY ROMANCE: Justin (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 1) (181 page)

Chapter 15

When she didn’t complain, he kissed her again. This time he put some passion in his embrace, wrapping his arms around her and rolling onto his back. His tongue entered her mouth for a much wanted reunion with hers. No man had ever kissed her like Moya did, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

Unable to restrain herself, she maneuvered to lay atop him, and he groaned with pleasure when her thigh brushed his covered, excited manhood.

Then he grasped her head, his right hand a little tighter than his left, and broke the kiss, asking, “
Ven vill dey
be home?”

“Not for a while,” she replied in a whisper.

“Good.”

He pulled her face to his again, and Elise kissed him this time. She was a bit surprised by her desire to do so, but she slipped her tongue into his mouth, where it clashed with his. Straddling his legs, she moved against his organ as he moaned with pleasure.

His hands caressed her shoulders as she lay atop him. Then he pushed her away slowly, until their kiss broke. He continued to push her up until she sat astride his organ. His hands moved to her breasts, and he fondled them through the fabric of her clothes.

Unable to stop herself, she watched as he unbuttoned first her bodice then her petticoat and her camisole. Finally, her breasts were free, and he caressed them, using his thumbs to taunt the nipples into hardness.

Under her, he moved, rotating his hips in a methodical pattern. Her body reacted of its own accord now, and she ground against him, her own excitement growing. She could hardly bare the feelings coursing through her.

Moya sat up slowly and kissed her nipple. Then he moved to the other one, which he suckled on until Elise couldn’t help but release a moan of pleasure. He moved back to the first breast and sucked on it. His hands cupped and kneaded her ample mounds.

Suddenly, he stopped, stripped his nightshirt over his head, and threw it on the floor. She wanted to feel him—all of him—body against body, with no clothes or blankets to separate them. Sitting on his manhood, she worked her clothes out from between them and disrobed for him. He watched with an awed expression when Elise finally sat naked on him.

“
Herregud
, Elise.
Du är vacker
.”

She translated in her head.
My God, Elise. You are beautiful
. No man had ever told her that before. Then again, no man had ever seen her nude before. His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts again. His right hand caressed her with gusto, but his left hand had almost no power in it. Elise briefly wondered what was wrong with it.

Before she knew what was happening, he pushed the covers down and her hot, wet vagina sat directly on his erect penis. She gyrated on him, watching him writhe beneath her, his face contorted with ecstasy.

His right hand slipped across her thigh and around to her buttocks, where he squeezed her gently.

“Get off me just a little,” he said, his voice cracking.

Elise was startled by his order. “Why? Don’t you like what I’m doing?”

“I love
vat
you’re doing, but I’ll love
someting
else more. Do it, and I’ll show you
vat
I’m talking about.”

She lifted herself on her knees slightly, and the tip of his organ taunted her excited passage.

“Now you can sit down,” he said.

Slowly, afraid that the pain that she had at the river would return, she impaled herself on his long, hard manhood. But there was no pain, only Moya’s organ filling her so deeply that she felt as though it was in her stomach.

She moved on him again—pulling up and sitting, pulling up and sitting—over and over as her body took control. Bracing herself on Moya’s chest, she moved faster and faster. His kneaded on her left breast and toyed with the nipple of her right breast.

The sensations she had at the river were even stronger today. She continued her motions. Then Moya matched her movements by thrusting into her each time she lowered herself onto him.

She couldn’t wait—not a moment longer. Her womanhood exploded in the throes of her orgasm, throbbing and convulsing around Moya’s penis. He bored into her and held her buttocks down as though he didn’t want her to move.

At last, she collapsed onto him, completely spent from their joining. When his penis grew soft and separated from her naturally, she rolled off him onto her side.

“I can’t believe I let you convince me to do that,” she said, still panting slightly from the exertion.

“It didn’t take much convincing,” he replied. “I hate to say this, but we need to dress—in case somebody comes home.”

Once Moya was back in his nightshirt and Elise had redressed, she brought a chair from the kitchen table and set it by the bed, determined not to make the mistake of lying down with him again.

Now she needed to be his nurse. To concentrate on that, she untied the bandage from around his head and worked in silence to check his wound. It was fine, so she replaced the dressings and sat on the chair.

“Is
everyting
all right there?” Moya asked.

“Fine,” she replied shortly, uncertain how to react now.

“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you
dis
time, Elise. I hadn’t planned for
dat
to happen.”

“That’s okay.”

“Are you angry
vit
me?”

“Of course not,” she said quickly. “I am worried about you, though.”

“
Vy
?”

“Your hands. One hand is stronger than the other. Have you told Dr. Frey about it?”

“No.”

“You must. I’m going to get him, and you’re going to explain every ache, pain, or other issue that might have a connection with your injury. That includes telling him about your hand strength.”

“Yes,
ma’am
,” he said with a sharp salute.

Chapter 16

With Elise out of the room, Moya explained his problem to Dr. Frey. He didn’t know, however, that Elise was right outside the room listening.

“I can no longer do
tings
vit
my left hand,” Moya said sadly. “I can’t hold
anyting
heavy. I couldn’t swing an axe or use a saw. I don’t know how I
vill
support a
vife.
”

“This may be temporary, Mr. Sten,” Dr. Frey told him, “just like I told you that your memory loss might be temporary.”

“And if my
strengt
never comes back?
Vat vill
I do?”

“When you first came to, you couldn’t speak English, either. Now listen to you. You’re doing quite well. I’m confident that you will regain your strength.”

“Until
den
, I can’t take a bride.”

“Is that what you want?”

“More
dan anyting
, but I can’t burden her.”

Elise wandered to the kitchen. Their conversation was making her nervous. Undoubtedly, Moya was speaking about her, and Dr. Frey probably knew it. Moya, however, had never spoken of marriage with her, and she couldn’t get her hopes up. Besides, Lars was courting her, as well; and Lars would undoubtedly fight for her hand. After all, he had asked her to come to Forestville so he could marry her—at least, that’s what he had told her.

But she didn’t want to marry him; she never had. He’d asked her to come and bring friends in his letter, but he’d not mentioned a thing about her marrying him in it. What bothered her most is that he intended to marry her without mentioning love.

Moya, on the other hand, told her that he loved her but hadn’t mentioned marriage.

A knock at the door startled her, and Elise went to answer it. To her dismay, Lars stood on the porch. She turned from the door as he entered.

“I went to Dr. Frey’s office earlier, Elise. I wanted to see how Moya was feeling. Dr. Frey told me that he’s come here to recuperate.”

“That’s true. Dr. Frey is with him right now.”

“Would you mind if I visit with him privately for a few minutes when Doc is done?”

“That would be Moya’s decision, not mine. When Dr. Frey leaves, I’ll ask Moya if he’s up to visitors.” Elise paused as Lars took off his coat and sat on a kitchen chair. “Would you like coffee while you wait?”

“Sure.”

Elise busied herself with the coffee to avoid talking to Lars. After what happened with Moya at the river and that afternoon, she wasn’t certain she wanted to so much as converse with Lars. If she didn’t, though, he would wonder what was wrong, and she definitely couldn’t tell him.

Taking some cream from the icebox, she set it and the mug of coffee before him, then she sat down on another chair and crossed her forearms on the table. They chatted about inconsequential things, with Lars telling her about how hard it was to saw through giant redwood trees without one of the strongest men on the crew. If Moya was gone much longer, Lars claimed, almost every man on the crew was going to be too sore to work.

Lars continued talking until Dr. Frey came out of her bedroom. Elise scrambled to her feet to greet him.

“How is he, Dr. Frey?” she asked in concern.

“Weak on one side, and he still can’t remember anything. I keep telling him that, if he does remember, he needs to let the sheriff know.”

“Why?” Lars asked.

“Because Moya was assaulted, and he needs to report it.”

“I thought a falling limb hit him.”

“That isn’t possible. He had no bark in his wound, and he would have if a limb had hit him.”

“Really? That’s odd because I threw a limb away from his head when I found him.”

“That’s why I know he was assaulted. No bark.” Dr. Frey turned to Elise and said, “He smelled the coffee you made and would like some—with cream and a spoon of sugar, he said.”

“All right,” she said, rising. “I’ll see if he would like to talk to you while I’m in there, Lars.”

“Thanks,” Lars replied.

Elise was gone only a couple of minutes when she returned to tell Lars that Moya would enjoy seeing somebody other than herself and the doctor. Lars went into the room alone, but Elise stayed out. For some reason, she had a bad feeling about his visit, and she didn’t want to be in the room to limit their conversation. She wanted to hear what they had to say to one another. With the doctor gone, she stole over to the bedroom door.

Lars started the conversation on a light note, saying, “How are you feeling, pal?”

“
Tanks
to
de
laudanum,” Moya replied. “I don’t have a lot of pain. It makes me tired and makes my mind muddled, but
dat’s
better
dan
hurting like I did.”

“I understand you’ve lost some of your strength. Does Doc think it will come back?”

“You aren’t here to ask about my
healt
,” Moya said. “You’re here to see
vat
I remember.”

“I understand you don’t remember anything. At least, that’s what Doc just told me.”

“
Dat’s
because Doc doesn’t know
dat
I remember. I remember very
vell
dat
you argued
vit
me and told me
dat
somevon
saw me at
de
river
vit
Elise. I remember
dat
you carried a board.” Moya paused before he announced his most damning memory. “Most important, I remember
dat
you said you
vould
kill me if I didn’t leave Elise alone.”

“You must have dreamed that,” Lars said. “Or it was a hallucination. Either way, I didn’t say it.”

“You said it, Lars. After you did, I told you
dat
I would never leave Elise.
Dat’s ven
I turned
avay
.
Dat’s ven
I saw you bring up the board. I tried to duck, but you still hit me.
Yust
before I blacked out, you said, ‘Die, you bastard.’ I remember it all.”

“But you
didn’t
die,” Lars said.

“No, I didn’t. Now you
vill
tell Elise
dat
you can’t court her anymore.”

“Why do you think I would do that?”

“Because if you don’t,” Moya replied firmly, “I
vill
tell
de
sheriff
dat
you tried to kill me.
Dat
vould
be attempted murder. You
vill
tell Elise, and you
vill
never see her again. If you don’t, I
vill
have you arrested. Attempted murder has a
yail
sentence
vit
it.”

“That would alienate Elise completely.”

“I don’t know alienate, but I
tink
she
vill
tank
me. Now leave, and leave
de
door open. I
vant
to hear you tell her.”

Elise hurried back to her seat in the kitchen. When Lars came out of the room a few seconds later, leaving the door open, he joined her.

“I hope you aren’t too upset, Elise,” he said. “I know I asked you to come all the way here, and you did it thinking we would marry, but I’ve found someone else.”

“Actually, Lars, I already suspected that,” she replied. “We’ve been growing apart for some time now. All I’ve ever wanted for you is for happiness, and if you’re happy with another woman, I’m happy for you.”