Whatever It Takes (6 page)

I hated that he had to get back to his regular schedule, but that was life. In a few days, we were going away on our honeymoon. I couldn’t wait. I’ve become addicted to my husband’s presence.

I met Laura in the kitchen to help with the boys’ breakfast. Because of the winter weather, they got up a little later and the day was less intense, but that didn’t stop the influx of cowboy after cowboy coming in for their meal.

“Sugar, just because we got married doesn’t mean you have to take over the cooking.”

“I didn’t do all the cooking, but I helped. I haven’t cooked in almost a year and hadn’t realized how much I missed it until today.”

“Thanks, baby.”

“Yes, thanks, Mrs. Cline.”

“Oh my goodness. I forgot that’s my last name now.”

“You better get used to it because calling you Santini will never happen again.”

“Chill out, William. I didn’t know what my last name was, so everybody has been calling me Ana.”

“I’m sorry, sugar. I’ll try not to be a dick,” he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me like he was going to miss me. “Fuck, Ana. I’m going to miss you, but I’ve got to go to work. Next week, we have a whole week to ourselves.”

He kissed me one last time before ushering the men out with him. They all said their goodbyes, taking their time in leaving until he practically kicked them out. Laura and I laughed before cleaning up the mess at the table.

“How are you doing, Ana?” she asked as we took the plates into the kitchen.

“I’m actually doing well, all things considered.”

“Any more memories kick in?”

“Only the bad ones. I wish there were more I could remember, but so far I can’t. The only thing that plays in my head is a woman who looks exactly like me. It’s like I have the television on mute; I can’t hear a word she says. It’s killing me. I don’t know if it’s me I’m seeing and that’s why I can’t hear her, or if she’s someone else. She doesn’t feel like she would be me, but then again, all my memories are as chaotic as wild dreams. It’s like you start off in your bed then end up in the middle of the ocean on a raft.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’ll come in time.”

“Thanks, I hope that it will.”

We finished up, and then I went to our bedroom to lay in our covers. Rolling around in them, I managed to fall asleep. There was a knock on the door before it opened. My lovely man came back home. “What are you doing back so early?”

“Sugar, it’s almost supper.” He walked to the curtains and opened them. The sun was down already. I’d slept the day away.

“I can’t believe I slept all day. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t come back for lunch. There was a lot to do. I want to take you away without having anything to be concerned about, well except for making you come as often as possible.”

“Okay, I’m getting up,” I said happily. I wanted to be in his arms.

“No. Stay in bed,” he responded with a look of concern. I wondered if I appeared exhausted. I felt my recovery from the abuse was over, but we did spend a day full of making love and fucking like bunnies.

“William, I can’t stay in bed all day. I’ve got to help Laura,” I argued.

“No offense to Laura, but I pay her to work, so she has to do it. If you want to help her, that’s awesome, but she didn’t have plans on you taking on the household responsibilities.”

“I said I would help,” I complained.

“I know you did, but I kept you busy last night and this morning, so she understands.”

“But I need to get up and moving.”

“Fine then, come take a shower with me, woman,” he growled. The expression written in his eyes told me we’d be getting dirty while getting clean. Like a horny teenager, I got excited about getting laid.

I hopped out of the bed and rushed to the shower with William following me, kicking off his boots and tossing his shirts on the floor along the way. Damn those cowboy boots and jeans with that hat. I needed to fan myself daily with my lusty thoughts.

“Come get me, cowboy,” I purred.

“Yes, ma’am,” he rumbled.

He opened the shower door and turned the water on for us. William hugged me tight and snuck in a quick kiss before slipping my tee over my head, then he made quick work of my bra. I let out a moan when his mouth latched onto my right nipple sucking sweetly, switching sides when I tugged on his hair.

“Ah, William, ah,” I sighed. The feel of his strong mouth on my body had my pussy throbbing with pleasure. We managed to work our way under the spray mindlessly. I still had my panties on while he was in his jeans.

He pulled away long enough to rip off his soaked clothes. I grabbed the soap and massaged it all over his body. The suds bubbled up against his strong physique. He was all man. Everything about his body was beautiful. His hands were rough against my softness. I felt like we were a perfect match. The way his hard chest felt against my breasts was too much to bare, so I stayed away from it. I had plans for my tall, powerful rustler, Taking the soap in my hands, I lathered them up before setting the bar down. I looked up, meeting his eyes and giving him a mischievous glance. My sudsy hands wrapped around his solid, thick, long length, sliding up and down. I loved the smooth and hard texture of his cock. Hungrily, I ached to taste it. I’d never done that before, but I wanted to now.

“Rinse off, Mr. Cline.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he groaned, swallowing hard. Once he sluiced the soap off his cock, I fell to my knees.

“I’ve never done this before, so bear with me.” His eyes widened at my admission, and I knew that he’d be pleased. I stared at his length, I noticed the scars that nearly took his manhood away. To show him the depth of my love for him, I planted little kisses to the damaged skin before taking his cock into my mouth. The pleasure from hearing him let out a long, deep moan was more than I had ever expected. My pussy felt like it had juiced hard at the feel of him on my tongue. I purred on his cock which only made him groan louder. Using one hand, I stroked the length while my tongue devoted all its attention to his tip. I tasted the first bits of his essence and hummed for more, but before I could, I found myself on my feet. He lifted me up into his arms and slammed me against the wall, his mouth crushing mine just as his cock thrust inside of me.

I cried out from the sensation, but it was captured between his lips. We both grunted and moaned as we fucked in the shower. It wasn’t long before he had me screaming out my release and him ripping out his orgasm emptying his seed into my depths.

Day one of our honeymoon and we had to get into an argument. I hadn’t meant to deck that fucker, but he touched my wife. What the fuck was I supposed to do?

"Come on, Ana. Come out of there. I said I was sorry."

She walked out of the bathroom, and my anger was back. "What the fuck are you wearing?" My bride had on a long-sleeved baggy sweater and a pair of jeans.

"I don't want anyone to think I'm leading them on."

"Sugar, what makes you think that what you were wearing was why that fuck grabbed your ass?"

"You don't think I was inviting trouble?"

"Inviting trouble? This is a hot vacation resort; less clothes are almost a fucking requirement. You're not walking around back alleys of a busy city in a bikini in the middle of the night. That shit would be inviting trouble. You're wearing something that should deter every pencil dick in this place or anywhere we go." I grabbed her hand and lifted it for her to see. The rings I placed there should have been enough, but some had to learn the hard way.

“Go back and change. We’re going to the beach. I didn’t come here for you to feel bad about yourself. You’re beautiful, and everyone can see that. There will always be some asshole who will try to take it too far, but that’s why I’m here. And before you bring up that bastard, remember that to him you were to blame. Not unless you’re flirting with some guy will I ever blame you for a jackass hitting on you.”

“He said I flirted with everyone.”

“Honey, he’s whack job and now irrelevant in our lives. Your name is Ana Cline now, so let’s leave him in the past and enjoy the hot sun.”

“Thank you, William.”

“You know I love when you call me William, but you’ve got nothing to thank me for. I’m the one with a hot wife.”

“Says the sexy giant. I think your penis is almost at eye level for most of the women. What’s with all the short bitches. Someone is liable to get smacked.”

I cracked up at the expression on her face. I wouldn’t put it past her to shove a woman here. She’d been eyeing the receptionist who couldn’t stop staring at me from the moment we walked into the Mexican resort. We had to pass the front desk again and there she was. To ease the raging bulldog in my wife, I slid my hand down Ana’s waist and cupped her ass, then nibbled on her earlobe.

“Thank you, William,” she moaned. “I think I might have to pass the front desk more often.”

“Wife, why didn’t you just say so,” I asked. Grabbing her hand, I turned us back around to head to our suite. “If you want to be fucked, I’m always ready, babe.”

Our bedroom was on the second floor with a view of the ocean. The swells were beautiful and mesmerizing, but those waves weren’t the swells I was focused on. Ana in a bikini was a sight to be seen. Granted, I didn’t want motherfuckers looking at her, but she was sexy as hell. Her large breasts barely fit in the tiny thing Laura picked out for her, and the panties on it weren’t much better. I mean they covered her ass, but they also clung to it, letting everyone observe how round and taut it was. Damn, I had to squeeze it again.

I leaned down and kissed her lips. “We’ll go out after we get our fill.”

“We may be in for the night then,” she moaned as I kissed her neck.

“It’s ten in the morning, sugar. I like your way of thinking.” She slid her hands around my waist and grabbed a handful of my ass.

“Damn, talk about ass. William, yours is so sexy and round. I want to bite it.” My cock stood straight up on that one. Seeing and hearing her desire turned me on.

I growled and tossed her over my shoulder, biting her luscious globe then dropping her down on our soft mattress. My mouth went to work, tasting her bared flesh and running my grizzly face all over her body. She giggled and fought me off, but I wasn’t going to stop. She was delicious. I tasted the light sheen of sweat starting to grace her skin.

Licking each thigh, I ran my nose up her mound. The scent was like sweet berries. Slipping my fingers along the hem of her bathing suit bottoms, I pulled it down, tossing the material somewhere in the room. Her pussy made me throb with need. I parted her lips and licked my way to heaven. Her feet pressed against the comforter moving back and forth; her body begging for relief.

She moaned and clawed at my shoulders before running her hands through my hair. I groaned, my cock started to trickle a bit of pre-cum on my boxers. Fuck, I needed to be inside her. Gliding a finger through her folds, she moaned out, bucking and arching her back. Ana sang out, “William, oh God, William.” I rung out every ounce of pleasure from her body before working my way up her curvy form. My wife was a thing of pure beauty. Every inch of her tempted me day and night.

Needing to be buried in her depths, I slid my boxers off quickly and entered her in one thrust.

“Mine,” I grunted as I bent down and took her mouth.

“Yes,” she replied, biting my lip and sucking. “Love me, William.”

“Always,” I promise.

Our bodies rode to the rhythm of the waves outside. The ebb and flow of our dance brought us closer to nirvana. Her body began to squeeze and shake, coming again. Cupping her head, I pulled her to me and kissed her hard as I emptied into her sweet, pulsing pussy.

~~~~~

The rest of our vacation was spent having more sex than I could have ever imagined and touring the small Mexican town looking for gifts and trinkets for our family back home. Everything we found was handmade and beautiful.

“This matches your eyes,” I said, pulling up a light blue necklace that was like the clear water. Her eyes were so gorgeous on her slightly tanned skin and dark hair. I tried to keep her out of the sun as much as possible.

“I love you, William,” she said sweetly, stretching on her tippy toes to give me a kiss.

“We’ll take it,” I told the woman at the counter after I pulled my woman off me for a minute.

“You are right, senõr,” the lady said ringing up the necklace.

After paying, we headed to lunch at a small cantina. “William, it feels so good to be out in the open without fear. A part of me doesn’t want to go back.”

Guilt at her words hit me right in the chest. Her look-a-like had come around my parents’ inn asking about Ana again. I hated that they had to lie to the woman, but there’d been no way to find out more about her or Santini without a really good reason. If we had asked why she was looking for her, it would have given away the fact that we had an interest in Ana’s whereabouts. The sheriff had also called me about her, letting me know that she had been in town. The woman was snooping around feigning concern all the while Santini’s men laid in wait during her stay. They could be putting her up to finding Ana, but my wife was my priority. Keeping her safe was of the utmost importance.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I hate that you have to hide. How about you getting more freedom in the backyard? It’s secure, and unless they are on my property, they can’t see you. Spring is just around the corner, and I’m going to be very busy, so I can’t be with you all the time and don’t want you to feel like you’re a captive again.”

“It’s not you keeping me captive. It’s him. If he weren’t still looking for me, my life would be perfect. But going out back will be nice. Can I see the horses and the other animals when we get home?”

“Of course, my love. I’ll even teach you how to ride.”

“I’d like that.”

“Good, I want to make you so happy, sugar. Just give it time.”

“Thanks to you and your protection, I have time.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I hated those days of fear and confusion. They were over, but the battle wasn’t complete.

“Don’t remind me. Waiting to know if you’d make it was so damn hard. I wanted to shoot Santini on the street when I had the chance, but it was too risky.”

“I’m glad that you didn’t. He and everyone he knows have ways of getting around the police. It’s like they’re untouchable.”

“Enough of the misery. Let’s enjoy the rest of our vacation.”

“I say we enjoy it back in our rooms.”

“Sweetheart, you know the way to my heart.”

“Yeah, it’s not your heart I’ve learned my way around.”