Lassoing the Virgin Mail Order Bride

My body jerks as the intense rush of the orgasm simmers and fades.

“Say it.”

“Yours. Only yours.” It comes so simply from my lips now because it’s true. I know how much he likes when I tell him I belong to him.

“Cash. I want more.” I try to go for his jeans again, but I’m pulled off the kitchen counter and placed behind him as I hear the front door open.

“Something sure smells good in here,” I hear Earl say. I try to peek out from behind Cash, but he moves with me so I can’t see anything.

Cash mumbles a low string of curses.

“Eat,” is all he says before he turns to look down at me, a scowl on his face. He leans down close to my ear so only I can hear him. “Get your little ass into our bedroom. Grab a blanket and put some shorts on under whatever this thing is you’re wearing. I don’t know what it is but it sure ain’t a dress.”

“I have to…” I motion towards the door where all the men are coming in for dinner.

“No. You’re going to do what I told you.” He brings the finger he just had inside me to his mouth, sucking it clean. His expression tells me it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted “Or I might lose my shit. Your face is still flushed from me making you cum, and no one sees that. No. One. I’m already on edge from not getting to be in you the last few days, and now the men on my ranch almost saw my wife cum. I would’ve had to cut out all their eyes. You want that?”

I look up at him in shock. He doesn’t even crack a smile like he might be teasing. I hadn’t really thought about anyone walking in on us.

“Go get the blanket, sweetheart. I’ll pull the last pie out of the oven and make us a plate to take outside for us to eat alone.”

“You don’t like my dress?” I ask, taking a step back. When he growls, I jump, dashing off for the bedroom as I catch the murmur of someone saying something about how they’ve never seen Cash take a day off work in his life.

That makes me smile as I go to the bedroom and find some shorts to slip on. I grab the pair of cowboy boots Cash bought me yesterday, too. He hasn’t been working the last few days, just doing things with me. He said it was a mini honeymoon until he found out what was happening around the farm with all the broken fences. Then he’d take me on a real one. Anywhere I liked. I kinda just want to stay here.

He’s taken me fishing and swimming in the lake on his land. He’s brought me shopping in the city and out to explore in one of his four-wheelers. I wanted to take one of the horses, but he said I couldn’t go out on them yet, not until I wasn’t sore anymore. He said the only thing I should want to ride is him.

It has all been so perfect. Every moment with him. I’ve never felt so happy and complete in my whole life. Like I really belong somewhere.

I grab the blanket off the end of the bed and head back to the kitchen where I see Cash holding a basket in his hand. He takes the blanket from me, then takes my hand.

“Clean up when you guys are done,” he throws over his shoulder as he pulls me from the house. People say their goodbyes to us as we exit. Once, Cash pulled me from the room and hoots and hollers rang out. Let’s just say that wouldn’t be happening again. I have to hold in a giggle when I remember his temper that night. He didn’t even like the idea of people thinking that I had sex, even if it was with him.

“Where we going?”

“The barn. I’ll show you,” he says.

When we get to the barn, he pulls me towards the back to a ladder that’s partially hidden. I go up first with Cash right behind me.

At the top is a landing with a giant open window that looks out onto the field behind the house. I see the sun setting over the lake from here. It’s beautiful.

“You can see the lake from up here.” I turn to see Cash sitting on the blanket we’d brought, the food already pulled out from the basket as he just watches me.

“Yeah. I used to come up here as a kid all the time. I even made it a clubhouse for a few years. Thought it was the coolest thing ever. Like I had my own house.”

I walk over and sit next to him. Cash pulls me between his legs, my back to his chest. He doesn’t talk much about his past, neither of us really do. We both just drop little things here and there.

“It’s easier,” I say, picking up a piece of chicken and taking a bite.

“It really is.”

I turn to look at him, caught off guard by how he got me so easily. He already knew what I was talking about. We’d both lost our families, but the loss isn’t so paralyzing now that we have each other. Cash seems to be able to read me like no one else ever has.

“I loved my mama. She was all I had, but things could be hard.” I feel Cash’s mouth touch the top of my head as he squeezes me a little tighter. “You know I lived on a farm until I was about sixteen, but then we left the Blackwells to go back to the city. We left because Mama got sick. We needed to be closer to the doctors. I held onto her for a few years, then she was just gone, and I was all alone. We’d poured all our money into those doctors, and when she passed I barely had enough to put her in the ground.”