Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden 2)

I shook my head slowly. "On the contrary, darlin'."

"Oh!" she replied again, this time with a small grin.

"There's my girl."

I reached up and tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. It seemed her hair was as wild as she was. "Your parents, they put these crazy notions in your head, didn't they?"

Tessa nodded in confirmation, her smile slipping, her hand leaving my cock. "And my older sister. She's a complete witch."

"Ah," I replied, learning even more. Henrietta Bowers, now Henrietta Johnston, was several years older than Tessa and I had only met her once, and that time just in passing. I'd heard her husband had a very lengthy training period with his new bride. Perhaps Tessa only knew rudeness because kindness had never been shown. It seemed it was my job to teach her even more than just meeting my needs.

The sound of a wagon ended our conversation. Tessa held a hand up to her forehead to shield her eyes. "Oh dear," she whispered, her shoulders drooping.

It seemed speaking of Tessa's sister conjured her up, along with her mother. They rode together, a trunk in the wagon behind their bench seat. Pulling the reins, Mrs. Bowers stopped the horses in front of us.

I had no choice but to help both ladies down.

"Well," Mrs. Bowers said, glaring at Tessa. "Married a day and problems already."

Henrietta moved to stand beside her mother, their looks very similar, both with fair hair, equally pinched expressions and similar rounded shape. Tessa's dark hair and lush curves were quite a contrast.

"Hello, Mother, Henrietta," Tessa murmured.

"It's a fine day for a ride, Mrs. Bowers," I added.

"It is," she replied, staring imperiously at her younger daughter. "We brought Tessa's trunk for you."

"That's a mighty fine gesture and a long way to come." I reached into the back and lifted the trunk off the wagon and placed it on the ground.

"I told you she would be obscene," Henrietta hissed, staring unabashed at Tessa's breasts.

"Why do you have seed upon you like that?" Mrs. Bowers asked. "Really, Tessa, didn't I tell you anything yesterday? Are you refusing him?"

Tessa flushed bright red. "Mother, please."

Mrs. Bowers shook her head. "Well?"

Tessa squirmed while Henrietta preened, pleased with her sister's scolding.

"I am not refusing him," Tessa lifted her chin. "In fact, Mr. Bridger has said he's quite pleased with me."

Mrs. Bowers sour face turned to me in question as I returned to Tessa's side, pulled her in close.

"I am surprised I can still walk with my need for her so evident," I replied, not daunted they would see my cock pressing against the front of my pants. I wanted my wife. I was not going to hide that fact nor tolerate their behavior. It was time to make them uncomfortable.

Both women stared down at my cock, which, until they arrived, was being fondled by my wife.

"But her breasts!" Henrietta sputtered. Both she and her mother were modestly covered

with the wraparound scarf. Thankfully. Their breasts were not a sight I wished to see.

I ran my hand over Tessa's breast, thumbed a nipple and a small sigh escaped her lips. "Yes, they're amazing, aren't they? I can't seem to get enough of them, as you can clearly tell." I brushed my finger over the dried seed.

"There's something wrong with you," Henrietta scolded me.

"You may belittle me as you wish, but you may not speak like that to my husband," Tessa replied, her voice icy cold. She took my hand and placed it firmly on her breast. "Doesn't your husband desire you enough to cover you in his seed?" Tessa stared fiercely at her sister, then looked up at me with a heated gaze. Gone was the cowering woman.

I looked at Tessa's family, one eyebrow raised, a satisfied smirk on my face, my palm kneading her firm flesh.