Just Her Luck (84 page)

“Plant a good one on her Reeve!” Sawyer cheered.

“Make it count, son!” Phin shouted, his arms wrapped around Barb.

Reeve followed through, getting cat calls and whistles for his effort.

The kiss ended and he pulled back a smidgeon, nuzzling my cheek with his nose.

“Thank you, Vieve. I love you, baby.”

“For what? Marrying you? You’re quite welcome, moonshine. I love you too.”

I kissed the end of his nose.

“That too, but what I meant was, thank you for making me the happiest man alive. For making me whole again. For giving me this.” His hand brushed my stomach softly, “I love you Mrs. Harrison.”

My eyes watered and instead of coming up with some kind of lame excuse, or trying to hold them back, I let them fall.

He wiped them away with his thumbs.

“I love you too,
Mr. Harrison.”

“Good, ‘cause now your ass is stuck with me.”

I laughed, reaching up to cup his face, pulling my man down for another whistle worthy kiss.

Gettin’ Reception

“Hey! You have to let us all twirl her around the patio a time or two, it’s only fair.”

Ephraim whisked me off, snagging me from Reeve, who’d been hogging me the whole night, happy to keep me close.

“Where’s Quick draw?” I asked curiously, wondering where his horse had gone.

“Oh, uh, Pa took him home for me.”

“Wouldn’t it have just been easier if you’d have jumped in your truck like everyone else?”

He blushed, reeling me in tighter to rest his chin on the top of my head.

Rubbing my back soothingly, we swayed to the music floating around the backyard.

“I wasn’t thinkin’,” he admitted quietly.

I chuckled. “I could tell.”

He snorted.

“Gee, thanks, baby.”

“Oh, don’t go getting butt sore, handsome, I was only teasing.
Sort of.”

“I like this dress on you, it’s pretty,” he complimented, “You look good enough to eat, Genny.”

“Ah, the flattery card. Changing the subject, are we?” I smiled teasingly, running my hands down his shoulders comfortingly.

“Yes. The first one was gettin’ me nowhere.”

I chuckled at all the cheek he’d managed to smash into that one sentence.

My hand reached up and stroked the soft cowlicks that had managed to peek out of his hat.

“Well, then, thank you. You’re mom picked it out, but I must say, it really is me.”

“It is,” he agreed, playing with the black lace up ties in the back.

It was a white dress, knee length, with a black and purple silk trim along the strapless top, black silk laces going up the back.

“I like the bare feet too,” he teased, watching me wiggle my toes, standing on top of his boots.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it.”

“Mmmm… I think I’ll do just that.”

“Take your shoes off?” I laughed, staring up into his twinkling blue eyes.

“Nope,” he said impishly, “Have a taste.”

He pulled his hat off and pressed his lips to mine, meeting mine hungrily in a hot, demanding kiss, ready to deepen it further when there was an urgent tap at our shoulders.

Two taps later, we broke apart to find Bowen staring at us.

“You’ve had her long enough, ‘E’. I want a turn.”

“That’s crap, Bo. I just got her!”

“You danced one song and sucked face for two, it’s my turn,” he cut in.

I laughed as Ephraim grudgingly handed me over, promising to come steal me away when it was Thatcher’s turn to dance.

I grinned as he sauntered off, pushing his hat back on his head.

“You havin’ fun tonight, sweetheart?” Bo’s deep voice asked quietly, his thumbs stroking along my elbows softly, caressingly.

“Mmm, hmmm, are you?” I rested my head on his thick chest, wrapping my arms around him tight.

He made a happy noise deep in his chest, a rumble that had me sighing contentedly.

“I want to do something,” he said after a small pause.

Pulling back a little, I glanced up at him questioningly.

He glanced around and hushed me with a finger to his lips, leading me quickly around to the side of the house.

“What are you…?”

“Sh,” he hushed me.

Once we were safely around the corner, he pressed me up to the side, lips crashing down on mine as he made short work of my dress, rucking it up around my waist, groaning when he realized I had no panties on.

“God, girly. You tryin’ to kill me,” he muttered between hard sweeping kisses, “Give a guy a warning, huh?”

Pinning me tightly up against him, he grasped my hand and I felt him slide a band onto my ring finger, falling into place right next to Reeve’s.

The two white gold rings looked like they were made to go together, the single band of sparkling princess cut diamonds from Bowen complementing the three stone princess cut that Reeve had presented me with.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think they were a …

“They’re a set,” Bowen told me, plucking the thought right out of my head, “Sawyer’s band fits with it too.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Good. Just like you,” he grinned.

I smiled, resuming our kiss, trying to keep quiet so we didn’t get caught.

“Don’t even think about it,” Reeve growled, making me jump.

Bo glared at Reeve over his shoulder, irritated at the interruption.

Damn!

And things were just starting to get good!

“Turnabout is fair play, Bo. I’ll remember on your wedding night.”

“Fuck.” Bo grumbled, but released me, a quick kiss and a promise to pick up where we left off at a later date before he ambled off.

Reeve closed in on me, eyeing my rumpled attire.

“What were you two doing, gremlin?”

I smiled secretively, curving my hands up the collar of his black shirt, tracing the buttons as I made my way back down, tugging at his belt buckle.

“Ohhhh, you know… nothin’.”

He grunted and closed his eyes, hands on either side of my head as I traced his erection through his jeans.

“Didn’t look like nothin’,” he grunted.

“No?” I unzipped his pants, slowly reaching in for my prize, purring when my hand touched bare flesh.

My man’s gone commando.

Oh, my!

He groaned quietly as I gave him a gentle squeeze, pumping him a few times before I pulled back, nipping his chin playfully, and using his distracted state to slip out of his arms.

He opened his eyes, narrowing them when he saw I was slowly backing away.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asked gruffly, command dripping off every yummy inch of him.

I grinned evilly, a perfect complement to the sinister expression on his face, my villainous blaggard of a lover back to play, firmly in place.

“Back to the party. Wouldn’t want to be rude. It is our wedding, after all.”

I licked my lips, loving when he watched the movement, his hand running up the side of his cock, stroking himself through his clothes.

“Screw the party. Come here, prison bait, I have something better for ya.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Mmmm. Nah,” I shook my hand and waved a hand at him, “thanks anyways.”

He cursed when I twirled around and walked off, laughing hysterically.

“You know I’m going to get you back for this!” he called after me.

“I’m counting on it!”

I heard him chuckling as I headed over to Sawyer, ready to boogie down with my love doctor.

I am so gonna get it later
, I thought excitedly as Reeve watched me hungrily, rejoining everyone a few minutes later, eyeing me like a juicy steak, biding his time until it was alright for us to leave.

And it’s going to be awesome!

****

I flopped to my side, panting, my dress askew, the top pulled down, exposing my breasts, the bottom hiked up around my waist.

Reeve dropped down next to me, his pants around his ankles, shoes still on, every other button missing on his black dress shirt as it lay open, exposing his furry pecs and lightly dusted tummy, all that yumminess out on display.

The hickies and teeth marks sprinkling all over that glorious male flesh, all compliments of ‘moi’, yours truly.

“I don’t think I really understand the repercussions of my actions,” I panted, “I might need another…
lesson.”

“Yes,” he agreed, just as breathless as me, “You’re right. I don’t think I got my point across.”

I giggled, rolling towards him, cupping his face and bringing his lips to mine.

“Just give me a minute and we’ll try again,” he managed between breathless gasps.

“Oh.” I glanced down, eyeing his manhood. “My poor baby, he does look a little, uh,
wilted.”

He scoffed.

“If I wasn’t so burnt out at the moment, I’d paint that pretty pink ass of yours red.”

I grinned, rolling out of bed, sauntering towards the bathroom.

“Promises, promises.”

He chuckled as I took my dress off and tossed it at him, wiggling my hips as I disappeared into the bathroom.

I came back out a few minutes later to find Reeve propped up on the pillows, an envelope in his hand.

“I was wondering…” I said slowly, eyeing him heatedly.

“Hmmmm?” Looking up at my approach, he smiled lazily, watching me crawl towards him from the edge of the bed, plopping down next to him with a big bounce.

Reaching over, he set the envelope on his nightstand.

He picked up a hank of my hair and wound it through his fingers, playing with the soft strands.

“How did you pull all of that off on such short notice?” I asked curiously.

“I was already half prepared,” he said honestly, “I’d had my suspicions about this little one for a while now,” his hand rubbed my belly gently, “I was just waiting for proof to pounce.”

I laughed at way he said it.

“Pounce, huh?”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss my lips.

“Yep, and I had plenty of help too,” he admitted, “Ruthie, Mama, Daddy, even Marney.”

“So you recruited them all to help fulfill your nefarious plans?” I asked teasingly.

He gave me a lecherous grin, his hand skimming over my breast.

“Yup. I told them all I was pretty sure the deed was done, I was just waiting for you to realize it so I could drag your ass to a preacher and make it legal. They were more than willing to help.”

“You’re so full of crap!” I burst out laughing.

“No, really. I’ve been planning parts of this for weeks.”

“Planning? You mean
plotting
.” I smirked.

He shrugged, rolling me onto my back, caging me in, leaning down to whisper against my lips, “Semantics.”

He cut off any further protests after that with an all-consuming kiss, teaching me another lesson.

And then another…

And then Thatcher started bitching at us to quit banging on the wall like that and something about noise cancelling head phones, to which we both simultaneously told him to fuck off, ending any further discussions on the matter.

After Conception

“We aren’t really going to keep this up, are we?”

“Yup.”

“But…” I groaned, “I’m barely recovered from the last three! Pregnancy and weddings, pledging ceremonies,
whatever you want to call them
, do not a happy woman make, my friend.”

“I’d call it a wedding.
And
that’s exactly how I know mine is going to be perfect. I think you’re gonna love it, honey.”

Sawyer kissed my head, reading as we dozed lazily in our hammock in the backyard, my body tucked up tight against his side, a thick quilt wrapped up around us to ward of the chill in the air.

“So… which wedding was your favorite so far?” he asked as he marked his page.

“All of them.”

I smiled, remembering the wild west theme Ephraim and I chose, all my handsome men dressed up in authentic western duds,
dripping with sexy,
making me want to lasso each and every one of them, hog tie them and do dirty, naughty, wicked things to them.

Our honeymoon was spent in the families hunting cabin, just me, Ephraim, a warm fire and a cozy bed.