Authors: Susan Fleming
ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (58 page)
Chapter 7
Third Base
When Ruth moved in to kiss him, Junior was unsure at first of what to do, so he simply placed his hands around her waist. Ruth, who was no more experienced in these matters than a twelve year old, didn’t know what to do either. She did know, however, that she wanted to see Junior shirtless again. As such, she groped at the bottom hem of his shirt, and dragged it over his head. Once his torso was exposed, she began to kiss his chest, while moving into a kneeling position at the same time.
Once she was on her knees, she struggled for a moment with the button on Junior’s pants, but finally managed to free his manhood, thick and strong. Taking it into her mouth, she sucked it gently and deliberately, causing that incredible desire to well up in her chest once more.
Junior, who too was filled with a maddening desire to have her body right then, reached down and, grabbing the shoulders of her dress, ripped it from her body, exposing her petticoat, drawers, chemise, and corset underneath.
Ruth reached around to her back and untied the corset, freeing her mounds from confinement, only to find that they were larger than usual, while her nipples were swollen and erect. Junior places his hands under her arms, and lifts her bodily from her kneeling position. Once she is standing again, Junior gently removes her petticoat and chemise, leaving her standing in the kitchen with nothing on but her drawers, which Ruth hastily removes, and walks over to Junior, who is still wearing his pants and boots. He quickly kicks his boots off, and she pulls his pants off him, fully exposing him.
She wraps her arms around his neck, and begins to kiss him once more, while he hugs her middle, picking her up and sitting her down on the dining table. Now it is his turn to his her body while moving to a kneeling position, and she lays back on the table, her legs spread giving him access to lick and suck on her crease.
Junior (who has never done this with a woman) thoroughly enjoys doing this to her, as he can tell by her moans and arching back that she is quickly approaching a climax. Ruth can feel it building inside her, and with a mighty groan, her cleft explodes in a torrent of juice, which Junior eagerly drinks up.
When Ruth’s convulsing has ceased, she sits up for a prolonged kiss, in which she can taste her orgasm on her lover’s lips. She stands, and leads Junior to his bedroom.
Once they arrive in the darkened room, she makes him lay down, and proceeds to kiss every inch of his body, from his knees to his neck… stopping momentarily to accept his rod into her mouth once more. When she has reached his face, she kisses him deeply, and straddles his midsection. Slowly, she sits, allowing her hollow time to stretch and accept the size of her lover’s hardness. Finally, with a great exhale of breath, she is comfortable astride him, and she begins to move. In a matter of seconds, it seems, she is building to a climax again.
Junior too is thoroughly enjoying this experience, as he can feel Ruth’s tightness clenching his virility. As soon as Ruth lets out a moan and begins to convulse astride him, Junior too is unable to control his orgasm, and fills her with his seed. After they have both drank their fill of love for this encounter, they both collapse in his bed, and drift off to sleep.
Chapter 8
Thank You, Matchmaker
After they recovered their strength, Junior and Ruth discussed the implications of their actions, and both decided that it would be best to be frank about their feelings with one another. What they found was that their fears upon meeting each other, while justified, were not necessary. Junior had fallen in love with Ruth, and asked her if she would marry him, and she immediately said yes, which she planned on doing anyway when she left Charleston. Of course, the added plus is that she loves the man she is going to marry.
After Ruth accepted his proposal of marriage, Junior took her to the cellar, and showed her his safe, which contained over $1 million worth of gold bars, and she immediately understood why he did not want to marry a local woman.
As it happens, Junior decides to sell his ranch and leave Atoka. They plan to move north to Nebraska, and buy a small farm, on which they will hopefully conceive a child together, and raise him or her on the prairie. While Junior will miss Atoka, he will not miss those who whisper about his new wife, Ruth Parker. He also will not miss the constant questions about who he thinks the matchmaker is. If you were to ask him who he thinks it is, he will simply smile and say, “I don’t know, but if you ever find out who they are, tell them that I said thank you.”
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
© Susan Fleming
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any many whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults age 18 and over. All characters represented are age 18 or over.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Lonely Rails
Chapter 2: The Gunman
Chapter 3: The Matchmaker
Chapter 4: Big Dave
Chapter 5: The Arrival
Chapter 6: The Reward
Chapter 7: The Meeting
Chapter 8: The First Conversation
Chapter 9: The Morning After
Chapter 10: The Showdown
Chapter 11: The Recovery
Chapter 12: The Future
Chapter 1
Lonely Rails
Sarah Anne Tarter sits in her seat, staring out the window as the dark images of small farms and communities race through her vision. Born the daughter of a former Confederate artillery sergeant, the pale young woman has had enough of Eastern Kentucky and the violence that has marked the area of Pike County for the last nine years.
Just five years ago, “Ol’ Sarge” had tried to marry her off to Bud McCoy, but she refused because she didn’t want to marry a man who was living such a violent life. Of course, Bud was killed by “Devil Anse” Hatfield just a few months later. Consequently, her daddy also tried to marry her off to Devil Anse’s son, Cap, at one point in time.
Ol’ Sarge had her best interests at heart, and wanted her to marry into an affluent family like the Hatfield’s, but Sarah Anne simply could not see herself marrying into a family that had done murder—even if they had gotten away with it. So instead, she waited.
It was not common for an eastern Kentucky woman to be in her twenties and still not be married with children, but Sarah Anne could not bear the thought of marrying into the blood feud that has engulfed Pike and Mingo counties for the last decade… so she didn’t.
And then one day, she found a copy of the San Antonio Star, and began to flip through the various features. There were stories detailing the lives of various folks in the cities and towns out on the frontier, ads looking to buy or sell cattle, horses, or ranch equipment. There were big write ups about the various outlaws that occasionally rode across the border from the badlands in the New Mexico territory into the state, and the various gunfighters who did what they could to curb their influence.
Sarah Anne especially enjoyed reading about Sherriff Elfego Baca, who once out gunned 80 cowboys—by himself… after they blew up the small house he had taken refuge in. She found herself fantasizing about moving out to Texas one day, as the romanticized accounts of the cowboys, outlaws, and gunslingers made her feel that she could carve a place out for herself in that wild country. Eventually, she found herself looking through the wanted ads in the magazine, and one in particular caught her eye. It read:
Six foot one inch tall, hard wearing cowboy of 25-years is looking for a beautiful maiden to fill the emptiness in life. I am requesting a mature, attractive lady or widow of 18-25 years to join adventures on frontier. To respond, please send letter and picture addressed to C. Darby, Coleman Co. Texas.
This seemed to be the opportunity that she had been looking for. At twenty-two years old, she fits into “C. Darby’s” requested age, and the young men in the Pike County all seemed to think that she was attractive. With flowing auburn locks of hair, vivid green eyes, and a lithe body, with ample natural curves, all of which complements her pale skin, Sarah Anne began wondering what life would be like on the frontier in Texas. Would she fit in? Would “C. Darby” think she was attractive enough? Finding a picture of herself that a travelling photographer had taken in the spring of 1886, Sarah Anne responded to the ad.
Seven weeks passed, when she heard back from C. Darby, in the form of a letter dated exactly two weeks previously.
“Dearest Sarah Anne,
I received your letter and picture one week ago today, and have not been capable of taking my eyes off of your beautiful face since then; your beauty is such that I have never before seen. It is my hope that this letter finds you well, and that you are still willing to join me in Coleman Co., as my life would not be complete if I had to live out my days without waking each morning to your pretty face.
Enclosed with this letter is a one way train ticket from the Elkhorn City Station, which will bring you to my side two months from today, along with the most recent picture of myself, so that you might know who I am when you arrive.
Each day between the time of this writing feels like an eternity, and I would rather die a thousand deaths than to never see you with my own eyes, and to join with you as my wife, in due time.
Until You Arrive, I am Yours Truly,
Coleman S. Darby
True to his words, Coleman S. Darby had included a picture of himself. He was definitely not unattractive, as he was well groomed, and kept his facial hair neat and tidy, in a handle-bar style.
In the photograph, Coleman was wearing a double breasted vest with a pocket watch chain in one pocket, over a white long sleeved button-down shirt. He was sitting in a chair, with his left leg crossed over his right knee, showing that he was not wearing slack style dress pants, but rather heavy canvas pants and boots with shining silver spurs gleaming even in the black and white daguerreotype. He was holding a rifle in his right hand, with the stock of the weapon resting on the floor, the barrel in his hand. In his left hand, he held a revolver. On his head was a velvet top hat, and a bandana was around his neck, almost like a tie. Also, gleaming on his right breast was a silver star, signifying that Coleman S. Darby was more than just a cowboy, he was a lawman.
Sarah Anne was overcome with emotion at the thought that her dreams might come true in just a month and a half’s time. She scribbled a letter back to Coleman, saying that she was greatly looking forward to seeing him soon, and began to make preparations for her journey to Texas.
And that was how Sarah Anne Tarter found herself riding the midnight train, looking out over the lonely rails that were her only company for this journey. Ol’ Sarge had not liked the fact that his only daughter—and youngest child—was moving so far away from him. He gave his blessing, however, because he figured it would be better for her to go with his blessing than without it and she had made it plain that her intentions were to go to Texas, with or without his blessing.
Sarah Anne settles into a fitful sleep, the rocking of the train car cutting a path across northern Mississippi helping her ease into dreams of Coleman S. Darby, and the life they would have together.
