Cheyenne Mail Order Bride (Mail Order Brides Book 13) by Susan Leigh Carlton

of the hiring and firing, but tells me what he’s doing. It would be rough to have to do without him.
    “He wanted to go back to Texas and start his own spread, but I was able to convince him Cheyenne was a better deal for him.”
    “I had better go rustle up something for supper,” she said.
    After supper, Cal and Jennie sat on the front porch, her head on his shoulder, watching the lightning bugs flitting around, flashing their ta ils, searching for mates. “I’m going to miss this place,” Jennie said. “I was born here, grew up and married and still live here Chris was born here. We’re going to leave a lot of history behind us.”
    “We’re going to make our own history together, ” Cal said.
    “I know, but this is all I’ve known, it’s kind of scary thinking about going off into the unknown.”
    “I’ll be there to show you the way; you won’t get lost.”
    “I’m going to get ready for bed,” Jennie said.
    “I’m going to sit out here for a few minutes,” Cal said. “Give you a little privacy.”
    “I don’t need privacy. I need you,” she said.
    “In that case,” Cal said, “I’ll hold the door for you.”
    Cal went to the kitchen for some water, while Jennie co ntinued into the bedroom. When he walked in, she was already undressed and in bed. She was wearing nothing. He stripped quickly and lay down beside her.
    His kiss sent tingles down her back and chest. She r esponded and kissed him back with a growing hunger. His tongue touched hers, and the shocks magnified. “You make me tingle all over,” she said.
    “Is that good?” he asked.
    She took his hand and guided it to her core, moist with her juices. “What do you think?” she asked.
    He spread the lips and slid a finger inside and began ma ssaging, searching for the bundle of nerves that was the trigger. Propped on his elbow, he lowered his mouth to cover hers, while his finger continued its ministrations. He felt her muscles tighten as her hunger grew. He deepened the kiss, as she grasped his member and began moving it in a pumping motion. Her grip tightened as her climax caught up to her, and she began thrashing beneath him, undulating her hips against his hand.
    She lay so still Cal thought she had fallen asleep and started to move away. Her arms held him captive. “Do me,” she said. “Do me now.”
    “In a minute,” he whispered. He took her breast in his mouth, his free hand mounding it so he could get more into his mouth. He began sucking on the nipple. He mounted her and began plunging into her.
    “Yes. Yes. Yes, ” she moaned, as her breathing became faster. She wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed, pulling him in deeper. A long, low moan came from somewhere deep within, as she thrashed wildly about, in a climax that went on and on. When control finally returned, she lay limp, her body glistening from the exertion.
    She looked at him in wonderment. “I don’t know what just happened. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I couldn’t get enough. I feel like… I don’t know what I feel like. It was unbelievable.”
    A light dawned, “You didn’t, did you?”
    “Didn’t what?” he asked.
    “You know… complete?”
    “Honey, I was so wrapped up in your pleasure, I didn’t even think of it,” he said, with a grin. “Besides, it was all I could do to hold on.”
    “I feel so selfish,” she said.
    “No. You shouldn’t feel that , ever. It gives me pleasure to make you feel good.”
    “Well, you should be feeling a lot of pleasure right now, because I feel wonderful. In fact, why don’t you just…” she said and gave him a lascivious look. “You just lay back and let me work this time. ” She straddled his hips and lowered herself onto his staff, and began moving. This time he did.
     

 
    chapter Nineteen
    On The Train
    Jennie and Cal spent the day visiting her friends and neighbors, most of whom had met Cal on the day of the wedding. Today was the day for goodbyes.
    Tears