Once Upon a Mail Order Bride: Mail Order Brides: Book One (5 page)

Carrow took a deep breath and relaxed every muscle in her body until they were lax.

With a quick flex of his hips and a push he ripped through her virginity and sink all the way to the hilt. He closed his eyes as her muscle
s went from lax to tight as a rope around him and he groaned.

“Blessed day,” he groaned.

Carrow winced at the pinch of pain and laid with her eyes wide open as tears filled them. It was involuntary but she couldn’t stop them. He was too big for her, she could feel him tight inside and could feel every pulse of his cock.

“You okay, baby,” he asked gently opening his eyes. Seeing her tears he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her as close to him as possible.

Carrow clutched at him, not wanting to let go. Whether they fitted or not, she wasn’t going to say anything. She had never felt so live or so cared for in another’s arms this way.

“I’m okay I think,
it’s just a bit tight,” she whispered.

He nodded against her should and flexed his hips a little. He moved out a little and back in.

A tingle began like it had before when he had touched her there. With every little movement he made it gained and soon she was trying to match his pace, but he was going too slow, he stilled her hips.

“Go faster,” Carrow hissed at him, “
it’s annoying I can feel it but it’s not doing anything.” She wiggled some more.

Though surprised by her demand he did as she wished and was rewarded with a heated kiss and an orgasm that set her insides clenching him tightly, milking him. He could feel he was almost ready, but he knew he could give her one more. He wanted to finish together.

“Just one more, baby, please,” he whispered feverishly.

“I don’t think I can,” she breathed even as her insides quaked, tears of pleasure rolling from her eyes to the bed.

His thrusting grew more frantic and they both felt it build up within them. He grabbed her butt and angled her up a little more so he sank as deep as possible and she gasped in delight. Nine more deep thrusts and they both cried out as wave after wave of blinding, earth shaking ripples combed through their bodies.

She fell lax to the bed with a sigh with closed eyes and he
draped himself on top of her, dragging in ragged breaths.

He looked at her from the side of his eye and smiled when he saw her look of complete wonder.

“Wow,” she breathed. “I take back what I said. It wasn’t impossible.”

Laughter shook his body as he started to roll away but she latched on to him.

“Don’t move yet,” Carrow pleaded. She closed her eyes. “Just give me a few more minutes like this. I like the feeling of you inside my body, I’ve never felt so close to someone.”

At her pleading tone he settled himself toward the side where he wouldn’t crush her but their bodies were still intertwined.

“Thank you,” he said simply, quietly.

“For what?” she asked, her arm tightening.

“For being you.” He rolled his head towards her and met her beautiful eyes.

Her eyes water and she laughed a little. “You silly man. I should be thanking you.”

Finally he rolled away and she left him. He propped himself on an elbow. “For what,” he asked kissing her brow then nose.

“For taken me in, for giving me a new life.
” She covered her eyes with her arm to hide her new tears. “I hope you won’t be angry with me.”

“
Shhh,” he whispered kissing her neck. “Don’t be silly. Why would I be mad?”

Her next two words stopped him cold. “I lied.”

Pulling away from her, he looked at her confused and hurt. He had trusted her, what did she mean that she lied?

“About what?” his voice was harsher then he intended.

“My age. I’m not twenty-one.” She uncovered her eyes and sat up her waist long chestnut hair pulling around her on the bed, her bottom lip quivering.

Oh god, his head suddenly became light. She wasn’t a minor now was she? Then his
aunt’s comment came back to him. She doesn’t look much older than Sadie. Surely she wasn’t fourteen…

His chest ached with dread.

“How old are you,” he asked, fury in his voice.

She flinched and looked away. “I turned eighteen yesterday.”

At least she was of age, he breathed a sigh and shook his head a little.

When he looked at her against she had her arms crossed over her chest and she was shaking. Pity settled in him heart and he sighed.

Opening his arms he said, “Come over here, sweetheart.”

She looked at him with hurt filled eyes. “You’re not mad?”

“Well,” he drew out, “I am a little, but I guess the age isn’t a big thing to be mad over. After all I didn’t tell you I had a daughter, you thought it would be just you and me.”

Carrow sniffed a little and pointed out, “You never told me you owned the railroad either. I had to find out from Sadie. I thought you were just well of not rich.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well I was going too.”

“When you thought you could trust me not to be a gold digger? Well thanks to you I get my
part of Papa’s money, my inheritance. I’m worth just around two million dollars, so is my sister.”

That was like slap to the face.

“You married me to get your father’s money?” Clayton demanded.

“No,” Carrow snapped. “I married you because I ran away from my Uncle. He was a drunk and a violent one at that. He attacked the poor maid and hit my sister in return. She fell down the stairs and was badly hurt. So we left to come here and marry. I didn’t want to be the one hurt next. By keeping Papa’s money from the man’s hands feels good too.”

Clayton sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“I think it would be best if we just took a step back,” he said. “And take some time to think.”

That was a slap to Carrow, her heart ripped open. “You mean, like pretend that this,” she waved a hand at the bed, “didn’t happen?” tears filled her eyes again. She was becoming a water pot.

He hesitated before he started to answer and that was all the answer she needed. She flung
herself from the bed, running for the door. She didn’t bother reaching for her clothes as she ran down the stairs sobbing.

“Carrow!” Clayton
called from the top step, but she was already to the main level and racing to her room. She slammed the door locking it just as Clayton began pounding on the other side.

Carrow slid down the door and tucked her head to her knees.

“Carrow, open up. Please!” he called but she didn’t hear him.

Chapter Seven

She kept herself locked up in the room that night and come early morning just before the sun rose she snuck out to see her sister.
She ran until her legs were jelly and she sat on the edge of the mercantile’s porch.

Her sister wasn’t here yet, but she would wait all day if she must. The sun was starting to
peek above the land and paint the sky in a fiery blaze. Carrow watched and let her thoughts wonder.

It had been good here since they came, only foolish has come from last night. Carrow knew she had over reacted but he had not said he now would agree to the marriage. He was married to her and now regretted what had happened. He could divorce her and then where would she be?

Divorces weren’t common and when they did happen it caused a great scandal. At least she would be able to take care of herself. She would have to send a letter to her lawyer today so that her portion of her father’s land and money could then be transferred into her name. But even with the money would she be happy? She had never truly been happy with the parties and dances of her old life. They had had more money than they needed; more servants and more pretty things laying around then they knew what to do with.

Carrow sighed. She hoped her sister was doing better
than she was.

“Maybe I am just being stubborn,” she sighed.

“Women often are, but so are men,” a warm, deep voice greeted.

Carrow turned in surprise to see the owner of the mercantile.

“I guess you are right,” she mumbled.

“If I’m guessing right, you’re the young lady who married Clayton or was it Eric? Since ya’ll are twins
it’s hard to tell you apart. Which is it?”

“Clayton.”

The older man smiled. “Well then you got yourself a good man.”

“Not so good right now apparently,” Carrow grumbled.

“Well now why is that?” Baxter asked sitting next to her.

“Don’t you have a store to open?” Carrow glared.

“I have time. When you get to be a man of my age you tend to be able to do whatever you want. I’ve know the boy since his Ma and Pa moved here over twenty years ago. He grew up here in my very own shop. What seems to be the problem between you two, I can’t see why to good looking young folks are having so much trouble.” He shook his head with a small smile.

“I asked him something and he wished it had never happened,” Carrow said with tears filling her eyes.

“What did you ask him about?”

“Something very private, it wouldn’t be right to say it out loud.” She shook her head and laughed without
humour.

“Well I can’t help if you won’t tell me,” Baxter said gently.

“I asked him about our marriage and after we, um had time alone in his room,” she blurted out with a blush.

“Ah,” the old man said with a stunned look. “Well that explains something. There is not worse way to crush a woman until you used her that way. No wonder your mad at him, but I still think that whatever happened before you asked him is what made him feel that way.”

Carrow turned to the man with a glare. “You’re going to take his side when he didn’t tell me he had a daughter before I got out here, or the fact he was loaded. Would have been nice to know about that before he made me look stupid.”

The man grinned. “You still married him didn’t you?
Even after you found out, so would it have still put you off?”

She chewed on that for a moment and nodded slowly. “I might have, there was another letter from another man I had liked. But I’m not sure.”

“And the reason you may not be sure if you have started to have feeling for the man. Maybe love?” he questioned looking off to the rising sun.

“
Whatever was there was crushed after he wished we hadn’t slept together!” Carrow growled, to angry to care what she said aloud.

“Well be that as it may I suggest that you talk to him, to see his side as well.” Baxter got up and smiled down at her. “Ah and here comes your sister. Ask her what she thinks, all I have to give is the rumblings of an old man. Good day to you Mrs. Stone.”

Emmy came running up the road in a pretty yellow dress, skirts flying around her. As Carrow stood up Emmy threw herself at her sister in a tight hug.

“Oh Carrow he is wonderful! He is so kind to me,” Emmy whispered.

“I am glad he matches you, Emmy. I am glad you are happy here.” Carrow smiled for her sister, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Emmy pulled back with a fro
wn. “What is wrong with you? Or should I ask what happened?”

Carrow’s eyes water and Emmy looked sadly at her.

Shaking her head Carrow looked away.

“Cara, talk to me,” Emmy pleaded.

“He,” she sobbed, “He wished he had never wed and bed me, Emmy. What am I gonna do?” sobs racked her body.

“Well you can come stay with us for a day or two until he calms down and you two can talk. I’m sure Eric won’t mind. But you are gonna have to talk to him. You can’t divorce him until you’re twenty-one. You would be stuck with him for three more years either way. But I saw how he first looked at you. You could have a great marriage, but that means you will have to work for it. Meet him halfway.
” Emmy hugged her sister and grabbed  her hand, tugging her toward the other side of town away from Clayton’s house.

It turned out the sheriff had a cute little two story house on the edge of town half a mile from
Clayton’s place. The little house had four bedrooms of decent size and a large kitchen with a cute sitting room out front. Emmy put Carrow in the room downstairs away from the couple’s room upstairs. They were newly married after all.

Carrow didn’t complain, she spent the day helping Emmy clean, cook and put the house back in order. It looked as if it hadn’t seen a woman’s touch in many years from the look of it.

“Whoo,” Carrow sighed as she sat back from where she was on her knees scrubbing the wood floors. “Emmy this whole place is covered in a butt load of dust. Has the man never heard of a housekeeper?”

“Well,” Emmy paused and then blushed, “He’s well-liked by the townsfolk, but he’s pretty brisk with the woman folk. No one would come to clean it after his sister married and moved off to the next county.”

Carrow raised her brows. “He doesn’t like women in his home, but he married one. Makes no sense.”