ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (65 page)
Authors: Susan Fleming
Chapter 9
Resolution
When Dwight and Pauline finally got back to the house in Voss after all the excitement on McCulloch Street, it was just starting to get dark outside. When they first got back to the ranch house, neither one felt like doing anything, and so walked all over the property for several hours, doing nothing but talking and holding hands.
When they got inside the coolness of the house, Dwight began to scramble to find an oil lamp to light the darkness inside the home. When he finally managed to bring some light into the darkness, he carried the lamp into the bedroom to the surprise of his life: Pauline was laying on the bed… wearing nothing but a corset and chemise underneath.
“Would you mind untying me? This thing is so restrictive, you know.”
“Um…sure?”
“No need to be so unsure, Dwight. Or do you not want me?”
“Truthfully?”
“Yes.”
“I have wanted you for every moment since I first laid eyes on you,” he says as he releases Pauline from the restrictive piece of underwear.
“Then why haven’t you said anything?”
“Because I haven’t known how too.”
“Then let me say it for you,” the newly corset-less Pauline says, and she pulls him in for a kiss. They stand there, above the bed for several long minutes, locked in a tight embrace as their tongues flit into each other’s mouths and across the other’s.
Finally, Pauline pulls her mouth away from Dwight’s and she begins to tickle his neck with the tip of her tongue. Slowly, steadily, she removes his shirt, and then moves down his sweat soaked body, removing the salty liquid with her tongue. When she reaches his rock-hard midsection, she tenderly undoes the button of his pants, and removes them, revealing a large erection. She tenderly kisses the tip, eliciting a moan of extreme gratitude, and she takes his firmness into her, sucking gently while he begins to feel weak at the knees. Finally, she stops before he can reach a point of climax, and instead lays back on the bed, making it clear that she intends to share it with him tonight.
He starts at her feet, kissing and licking and exploring every available square inch of exposed flesh. When he reaches her slit, he gently inserts his tongue into her dripping cavern, licking slowly as he tastes her. He moves up slightly, and begins to flick her button, which is engorged, showing just how much she has been wanting male intimacy as well.
After only a moment, she begins to moan and writhe in pleasure, causing him to desist with his tormenting of her, and instead leave her core as it is, and instead moving up to the mountains that rest upon her chest.
As he sucks and nibbles at her delicious peaks, he slowly inserts his throbbing member into her sex, and immediately her hips begin to roll as her sheath stretches to accommodate the colossal size of his spear. After a moment to find the most comfortable position with which to enjoy his potency, her channel grasps him greedily, soundlessly begging him to pleasure her.
Almost immediately after he begins to thrust, her moans turn to screams of orgasmic pleasure as her hollow clutches at him, and within seconds her dewiness is increased manifold, followed shortly by an explosion from him, filling her core with the heat of his ejaculation.
He collapses on the bed next to her, and laying an arm across her breasts, they both fall almost immediately into a sound sleep.
Tyson Abrams walks down McCulloch Street in the early evening twilight, when a strange sight catches his eye. Walking over to investigate, he finds a journal, which contains (in addition to various journal entries) lists and crossings out of various men in the community. On the gilded cover of the book, he sees the gold embossed name, “S. Ammor.”
“I’ve got you now, bitch!” he says to himself, as this journal provides all the proof he needs to show the entire community that the Butler man’s sister is the matchmaker.
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: The Successful Matches
Chapter 2: A Letter From Dandy
Chapter 3: The Black Notebook
Chapter 4: Junior’s Response
Chapter 5: The Proof
Chapter 6: Dandy The Defender
Chapter 7: Something Noble
Chapter 8: The Regular Customer
Chapter 9: Dealing With Tyson
Chapter 10: Happy Endings
Chapter 1
The Successful Matches
The sun hangs low over the horizon, as Tyson Abrams stares, seemingly absent minded, out the window of the Atoka Lockup, a satellite facility of the Coleman County Jail. However, as absent minded as he may appear, Tyson is not absentminded. No, he is focused with unswerving attention on a problem that he has been unable to provide an answer for since it was first posed to him. He glances at the black notebook that sits on the table to his right. He knows who the book’s owner is, but is no closer to thwarting the plans of Sandra Ammor than he was the previous summer.
It is true that he has made definite progress on the issue since last summer, because at least he now knows the identity of the mystery matchmaker. For the last eight or nine months, Sandra has been actively involved in setting up local bachelors with mail order brides from the east.
As an elder of the Atoka Church of God, it is Tyson’s obligation to best protect those who live in Coleman County, Texas from the corrupting influences of the imperfect world that surrounds them. Unfortunately, however, Tyson has failed on multiple occasions to rid the county of the new mail order brides.
First, it was the now Mrs. Ruth Parker who was in his sights. Mrs. Parker had been sent for from Charleston, South Carolina for a wealthy and powerful rancher in Coleman County, a Mr. Robert Parker Jr. Junior was the son and sole heir of Lt. Robert Parker, Sr.’s estate to the east of Camp Colorado, which was originally the impetus that led to permanent settlement of the area. Junior moved more cattle in a year than every rancher for six counties…less one man in McCulloch County to the south.
This couple was likely the strangest of the matches because of the vast age difference between Junior and Ruth, who was only nineteen while Junior was nearing forty if he had not already passed it.
This match had also caused the least fuss in the county, because shortly after they were married, Junior sold his entire estate to the bank, and they left the state, ending quite a few jobs in the process.
This had had the benefit, though, of clearing Tyson’s field to purify the county, because with Junior out of the picture, there was no one who could prevent Tyson from doing exactly what he wanted. Junior had fired Tyson some time ago, but neither one of them had divulged the secret to anyone. Junior had made it plain, though, that he would not tolerate Tyson’s insulting Ruth.
The next match that had been made was that of Coleman S. “Dandy” Darby, a local gunfighter turned lawman whose uncle had ridden with Frank and Jesse James in the early days of the James-Younger Gang. Dandy was one of the cowboys who had been put out of a job when Junior left Coleman, but he didn’t stay down for long, as the matchmaker had set him up with Sarah Anne Tarter from eastern Kentucky.
The day that Sarah Anne arrived on the G, C, & SF railroad at the Coleman Station, though, Dandy’s best friend, David “Big Dave” Butler, who had been the second largest cattle rancher in the county until Junior left, was brutally murdered by the outlaw gunslinger, “Doc” Dawson.
Dandy had gone out to meet Doc, and after taking the feared gunslinger out, had collected the over $9,500 reward that had been on Doc’s head. He had then been named a deputy sheriff and impregnated his new wife, Sarah Anne. They now own Junior’s old ranch, because Dandy purchased it with the reward money.
Finally, several months after Doc had been taken out, Pauline Murphy had arrived on the train, looking for one Dwight Butler, whose wife died from pneumonia contracted during Big Dave’s funeral…and he had been Dwight’s older brother. This had been the final straw for Tyson, and he had formed a mob to run Sarah Anne and Pauline out of town, only for the mob to be thwarted by the influence of Dwight, who was smart and knew enough of the bible to prevent what Tyson was trying to accomplish.
Dwight had quoted scripture, and the mob fell apart, straightaway. Sure, Tyson could easily find the people to create the mob once more, but Tyson is questioning his position in the county, and has been ever since Dwight had stood between him and those whores.
Speaking of whores, Tyson thought to himself. I need to be getting to the Hanged Man pretty soon. The Hanged Man was the local watering hole and saloon in Atoka, and he has business there this evening. He stands up, and proceeds to lock up the Atoka Lockup, and walks out for the day.
Yes, he still doesn’t know how he can force Sandra to stop matching, but meeting with Sally will certainly help set the pieces in motion.
Chapter 2
A Letter From Dandy
Many miles north in the plains of Nebraska, Robert Parker Jr. stands in the garden patch outside the home he had built for himself and Ruth. He leans back, and wipes his brow with a handkerchief that he has started to carry with him at all times. You would not know by looking at him that he is a man worth multiple millions of dollars, as he has remained humble through his entire life, despite making himself into what he is through hard work, blood, sweat, and tears. His father, Robert Sr. had been killed during his service as an officer in the Confederate Infantry at Lookout Mountain in Tennessee.
Junior’s wife, Ruth, was also born to a man who served in the War for Southern Independence, although he survived the war and fathered Ruth at an old age, resulting in the nearly twenty years age difference between the two.
As he leans against his hoe, wiping his forehead with his handkerchief, Junior notices a dust cloud that is approaching them from the east. He stands there, still as a statue until a horseback man with a letter arrived.
Five minutes later, Junior is entering the house, calling for his wife.
“Ruth!”
“Yes, Junior!” she called back.
“Where are you? We need to talk.”
“What’s going on?” she asked, exiting the bedroom with a pair of Junior’s denim pants and a roll of sewing thread and needle.
“We have a letter.”
“Who would be sending us mail?”
“The letter says…” Junior began, scanning the letter to see who sent it. “It says that it’s from Dandy Darby! From Coleman! Why would he be mailing us?”
“I don’t know, baby,” Ruth answers, “You don’t think it has anything to do with our house back there, do you?”
“Such as?”
“I’m not sure. Why don’t you read it aloud?”
“Okay,” Junior answered before clearing his throat and reading:
Dear Junior,
First of all, I hope that my letter finds you and your new wife well. Things in Coleman County have changed rather dramatically in the time that you have been gone from the area.
First of all, I have the unhappy news of letting you know that Big Dave Butler was killed (murdered) only a few months after the two of you left. Junior, I know that you (like myself) had great respect for Dave, and I want to let you know that his death did not go unavenged, as I myself brought Doc Dawson to justice and collected the reward for his capture, dead or alive.
Finally, the biggest reason for my letter is this, Junior: Tyson Abrams is causing serious trouble in the county. Two other men have married matches from the matchmaker—myself included—and he is doing everything he can to make life hell for us. We are at a loss for solutions, so I am forced to turn to you. If there is any way you can come back for a short time, you are the only one who can control this animal.
I hope you can come. Please let me know,
Coleman S. Darby (Dandy)
“So what do you think, baby?” Junior asks Ruth.
“I think that we need to go back.”
“What?” Junior asks, surprised.
“Yes…we should go back, so that you can help your friends deal with this,” she answers. “It’s only right.”
“You know what?” Junior asks her.
“What?”
“That’s what I love about you.”
“What?”
“How you have such a well-developed sense of what is and is not the right thing to do,” he says, moving in to kiss her. The taste of his lips causes her to quiver, and she discovers that she is incredibly aroused by the sexy form of her husband standing before her, wrestling with a difficult decision.
Instead of pulling away when Junior does, she instead locks her hands behind his neck, and keeps him bent over to kiss her. A moment later, she sighs and removes her hand from behind his neck, and replaces it on his manhood which is throbbing with desire just as her slit becomes so moist that her desire for him becomes too great.
Within seconds, Junior has lifted her simple prairie dress over her head, and she stands naked before him. She quickly falls to her knees, and undoes his belt-buckle, quickly freeing his pulsating shaft. She immediately begins to lick and suck at the tip of his member, moistening him while also working herself to a climax on her own.
Junior lets out an almighty grunt, and the juice of his orgasm fills Ruth’s mouth, and forces its way down her throat, arousing her all the more. She continues to abrade his organ with her tongue until every drop of ejaculation has escaped him. She stands up, and turns her back to him, rubbing his still firm dagger with her hips and rear. He firmly takes control of the situation, and inserts himself into her soaking cavern from the rear, not allowing her the chance to relax on the bed while he pleasures her. He quickly settles into rhythm, slipping in and out of her channel, drenching himself with her juices with every plunge. He reaches around and squeezes gently on the nubs of her breasts, eliciting moans from his lover while he gently kisses her on the back of her shoulder. Within a minute, her legs are shaking violently and Junior has to hold her in an upright position as the power of her orgasm suspends her ability to stand on her own accord.
After they have both enjoyed the fruits of their efforts with one another, they walk to their bed, and continue loving each other until well into the evening. The next day, Junior sent Dandy a telegram saying that he was coming.