Western Widows

He was right. I was on edge now, my breasts swelling with the need to be touched, the nipples desperate for his attention. My pussy dripped with Liam's seed which served as a reminder that I was his. Everything he did to me reminded me of that. It made me pleased to have the ribbons about my nipples. It made me proud to be filled with his seed, to know I'd made him so aroused that he'd taken me against the front door. It gave me power when I gave my control to him.

I smiled at him, finally understanding. "Yes, I will."

He smoothed down my dress so I didn't look rumpled and recently fucked, but between the smug look on his face and most likely the needy expression on mine, the dress wouldn't be what was so telling.

CHAPTER SIX

LIAM

I couldn't help but grin. There was nothing that could wipe it from my face. As we walked down the crowded boardwalk, I tipped my hat to those who greeted me, which was many. As the owner of the bank, I dealt with most people in town on a consistent basis. News of our marriage had spread quickly, the likely—and only—source being Reverend Pick. There was no reason for him to keep in a secret for there was nothing unseemly about the match. I was just the lucky one to have captured the beautiful Charlotte Anderson.

Seth opened the door to his house at our knock. He shook my hand and nodded his head at Charlotte, offering both of us felicitations. We followed him into the kitchen where his cook, Mrs. Paterson, turned from the stove and wiped her hands on her apron.

"There are the newlyweds!" she exclaimed. The older woman cooked and tended to Seth as he was a bachelor and couldn't fend for himself. Being such a big, burly man who could move rock and build supports for his mine's tunnels, he couldn't boil water without burning it. He was adept outside of the home. Within, he needed a woman's touch.

The grin hadn't faded, so it was easy to share in the woman's enthusiasm. I introduced Charlotte.

"Yes, we've met before at the mercantile," she said to the other woman as she took the proffered hand.

"I'm so glad Liam finally had the gumption to do the right thing." Mrs. Paterson eyed me as she gave Charlotte's hand a squeeze then let it go. "Who knows who could have snapped you up as pretty as you are."

"Thank you," Charlotte replied, her cheeks turning pink. The older woman's words were more of a compliment for Charlotte but I felt the not so subtle barb at my glacial pace at claiming my bride.

"I've offered my condolences before, but you have them again," Seth said. He out of anyone was earnest in his words. It wasn't his mine that had collapsed and killed Richard, but he knew the dangers of his profession. Richard was Seth's friend as well and felt the loss as keenly as I.

Charlotte only nodded.

"I thought we should meet here for lunch instead of at the boarding house. I doubt you'd get a bite in your mouth as everyone questioned the two of you and your lack of courtship."

"She was a widow, Seth. Courtship was not required," I countered.

"Didn't you see the way he followed her around? I consider him to be quite the romantic," Mrs. Paterson added as she began to ladle a thick stew into bowls. The scent of simmering meat and vegetables filled the air. Seth placed the bowls as she filled them at the set table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Paterson. I try my best."

The woman eyed me, then Charlotte. "Yes, it seems you have." She laughed to herself as she handed over the last bowl. I smirked and rolled my eyes at her none too subtle reference to our connubial bliss. Charlotte squirmed beside me and I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. Just seeing the little ribbons peeking out from the edge of her bodice had me rethinking my idea. It was meant to keep her aroused, eager for my touch, but I was the one who was aroused and that state would show itself readily enough if I kept up the line of thought. I would be aroused by Charlotte just by her scent lingering in an empty room. I was the one in trouble here, although only briefly. I only had to survive a lunch with Seth and I could have her again.

If I was this eager for her and I'd just flooded her pussy with my seed, then I could only imagine how she was faring.

"Now I'll be off. Mr. Paterson is expecting his lunch as well."

Seth walked her to the door.

"That went as well as could be expected. I anticipate quite a bit more ribalding in the future," Seth said congenially as he returned. "Please, sit."

I held out Charlotte's chair for her and we sat after she did.

"We shouldn't be talking about our marriage, but yours." It was time to make Seth uncomfortable. I'd gotten the woman I wanted while keeping my commitment to Richard. It was time for Seth to keep his commitment to Aaron.

Seth paused, spoon halfway to his mouth. "Mine?"

"His? Seth's married?" Charlotte asked, clearly confused.

Seth put his spoon down. "You mean Rachel."

"Yes." I took a bite of the delicious stew.

He sighed. "She won't have me."