stopping him was the furthest thing from her mind. A pleasure so intense
consumed her then that she literally felt dizzy from it, and she cried out.
Cord kept his mouth on her for a moment more before he lifted his head, and when he did it was to find his beautiful bride looking at him with complete and utter wonder in her eyes.
Not able to wait any longer, Cord settled himself between her thighs.
Supporting himself with one outstretched arm, he reached down with his free hand to touch her, and almost groaned when he found her silken folds slick with wetness.
Using his hand, he guided himself to the opening of her pussy and rested the head of his hard cock there. It took every ounce of control he had not to thrust himself deep inside her with one swift motion, but knowing that she had never been with a man before, he was determined to make her first time as painless and as pleasurable as possible.
With that in mind, he began to slowly slide inside, and saw her eyes widen in surprise. She felt so hot and wet and tight around his cock that it took
everything in him not to give in to the urge and thrust the rest of the way into her pussy. But somehow, he managed to maintain control, and was rewarded
with a moan from Abigail. The sound was nearly enough to send him over the edge right then, and he had to stop and take a deep breath before moving
inside her.
Cord’s thrusts inside her were slow at first, and Kayla found herself matching his rhythm with her own. She clutched at his shoulders, wanting to pull him closer. He complied, carefully lowering himself on top of her, and she was amazed at how perfect their bodies fit together.
Then Cord’s mouth was on hers, and she could no longer think at all. His
thrusts were coming faster and harder now, and as they increased, so did her pleasure until she was moaning beneath his kisses and clutching his
shoulders. And then, when she thought that the feelings could not get any
more intense, they did just that. The rush of sensations coursing through her body threatened to overwhelm her. The only thing keeping her tied to the here and now was the feel of Cord’s hard muscles, and the groans that he was
making. She felt a deep sense of satisfaction that she was bringing him as much pleasure as he was bringing her.
After, as Kayla lay with her husband’s arm protectively wrapped around her, and her head pillowed on his muscular chest, she gazed at Cord’s wedding
ring on her finger and a smile curved her lips as she fell asleep.
For Kayla, the next two weeks flew by. Even though Cord wasn’t going on the upcoming cattle drive down to Kansas City, there was still a lot to do in
preparation for it, so he was busy most days. On top of that, there seemed to be more problems with Dalton Jeffries. Cord never said anything to her, but she knew that more fences had been cut, and that some of the cattle had
even been shot. She knew that he was really tense about it, and that he and the ranch hands spent a lot of time patrolling the property. However, even with all this, he still managed to find time in his busy schedule, to spend with her, either finishing up early in the evenings whenever he could, or stealing away with her for a midday ride and a picnic lunch.
They made love at least once a day, sometimes more than once. In their
bedroom, on the floor in front of the fireplace, out under the shade of a big tree on a picnic blanket, even in one of the stalls in the barn. Sometimes, as a prelude to their lovemaking, he’d even give her a playful spanking, which only made their joining even more incredible. And each time, Kayla felt herself falling more and more in love with Cord.
Since Cord didn’t want her riding alone, Kayla spent most of her free time sketching. Taking Cord’s suggestion, she had asked Rachel if she would
consider selling some of the dresses in the general store on a consignment basis, and the other girl had loved the idea.
As for Cord, he was so happy to hear that she would finally be pursuing her dream that he bought her her own sewing machine. According to Rachel, it
should be arriving any day now, and, eager to start making some of the
clothes that she had been designing, Kayla couldn’t wait for it to finally show up.
Which was why when a knock came on the front door one afternoon, she
hurried to answer it thinking it must be Rachel.
It wasn’t her blond-haired friend that stood on the doorstep, though, but a tall, slender man with dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses.
Kayla stared at her fiancé, William Delmont, speechless.
“Aren’t you going to ask me in?” he said. Behind the glasses, his grey eyes were cold, and his voice had a hard edge to it as he spoke.
She swallowed hard. “How...how did you find me?”
His mouth compressed into a thin line. “I received a telegram from a man
named Dalton Jeffries,” he replied. “It seems that he’s a friend of this rancher you’ve been deceiving all these weeks, and was concerned for the man.”
Her blood went cold at the mention of the name. She should have known, she thought bitterly. But how could he have possibly found out the truth?
“You look surprised,” William observed, his tone mocking. “What? Did you
really think you could pretend forever?” He continued before she could
answer. “Not that it matters because I’ve come to take you home.”
Her brow furrowed. “This is my home, William. I’m not leaving.”
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