Chapter 13
Melody
A week later, our wedding day arrives. Jonas and I did exactly as we’d talked about and kept it small by inviting only his family and a few friends.
I didn’t invite my family because I’m not ready to deal with everything and I don’t want Jonas to either.
There’s a knock at the door of the bedroom at Gavin and Frances’s ranch where I changed into the simple white wedding dress I bought for the ceremony.
I cross the room to open it and Raven steps in. I’d asked her to walk with me down the aisle in place of my father.
She hugs me. “I’m so happy for both of you.” Then she leans back and admires the dress and the white cowgirl boots I paired it with. “You look perfect. Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready to marry Jonas for years only I didn’t realize it,” I say. “I didn’t even know I loved him.”
“That’s the way love works when it comes to a Richford cowboy. One minute you’re minding your own business and the next, you’re tying the knot.”
I laugh. “This is one knot I don’t mind getting tied.” I reach for the bouquet of gardenias and baby’s breath I put together yesterday. Raven had tucked a tiny sprig of blue wildflowers tucked in the center.
“Are you sure about not taking time off for a honeymoon?”
I nod. “I traveled a lot as a kid when we’d go on family vacations. None of those places compare to Lucky River. This is where I found everything I ever wanted.”
“I feel the same way,” she says linking her arm with mine.
“Lead me to my cowboy,” I say.
We leave his parents’ house to head to the pasture where the ceremony is set up.
Wildflowers adorn the fence line as far as the eye can see and horses nicker softly nearby. These are some of the sights and sounds of the home I love.
Jonas waits for me beneath a big grapevine arch threaded with white ribbon and solar fairy lights. He’s wearing new denims and a white button up dress shirt looking so handsome he steals my breath just like he stole my heart.
I can’t take my eyes off him as I walk the distance to where he stands beside the wedding officiant and his father as his best man.
“Wow,” Jonas mouths, his gaze on mine.
“Same to you,” I mouth back.
The officiant welcomes everyone, then begins the ceremony.
When it’s time to say our vows, Jonas clears his throat and takes my hands in his. “I promise you that I will fiercely protect you, your dreams and your heart. There will never be a day when you won’t know how much I love you. You are and always will be my horizon.”
I try to hold back, but the tears fall anyway. “I’ll be your calm and your shelter in every storm. I promise to build dreams with you, to always stand by your side and to always love you. You are my cowboy forever.”
Jonas brushes away my tears before taking the ring from his father to slide it onto my finger. Then I take the band from Raven and place it on Jonas’s finger.
The officiant announces that we’re now married and everyone erupts in cheers as Jonas kisses me.
We pose for pictures and my heart is so full it feels like it could burst from happiness.
Frances wraps her arm around my shoulders and whispers, “Hello, daughter,” as the photographer takes the shot.
Gavin stands on Jonas’s other side, beaming. How proud he is of his son is written all over his face. Though Gavin isn’t his biological father, they share a lot of the same mannerisms.
Wedding pictures are taken with all of the family, then dozens more of Jonas and me.
Afterward, we head to his folks’ house for a meal. I had asked that we all share dishes made at home. Because what’s important to me are the people I love, not fancy wedding food.
I beside my now husband and eat comfortably while sharing conversations filled with love and laughter. Gavin regales us with tale after tale of funny ranch mishaps until I laugh so hard my stomach hurts.
A few hours later, Jonas leans closer to whisper, “You’ve had a long day. We should go so you can get some rest.”
“I’m not tired,” I say.
“Me either.”
“Oh…ah…” I grin and he grins back.
“Well, the wife and I are gonna hit the road,” he announces.
The wife and I. That phrase gives me a thrill.
We all exchange hugs and then say our goodbyes.
Since our ranch isn’t far from his parents, we arrive home quickly.
“Wait a minute.” Jonas exits the truck and comes to the passenger side. “I’m going to carry you inside.”
He lifts me securely against his chest and strides to the front porch. The door swings open as he touches the doorknob and he frowns. “I locked that.”
“Why? No one would barge in if we’re not home.”
“You don’t know what my brothers are capable of.” He flips on the light and I understand now. The living room is filled with inflatable penis balloons. They’re hanging from the ceiling, taped to the walls, and covering all of the furniture and the floor.
Jonas sighs and lowers me to my feet. “This was probably Marshall and his friend Dallas’s idea and the rest of them jumped on board.”
I laugh and wade through a sea of ballon penises. I bat some of them out of my path to get to a large gift basket on the coffee table. The card says it’s from Raven.
I set that aside to go through the basket contents. There are lingerie sets, lotions and pleasure toys. And one…I drop that gift at my feet.
“What’s that?” Jonas picks up the book I dropped.
“I’m not sure,” I lie, trying to take the graphic book from him.
His eyes widen.
I snatch it, but he wrestles it back and flips through it. “Spicy sex positions for couples? How to communicate with body parts in bed? How to keep the spark hot?” He tosses the book onto the sofa and picks me up. “Clearly, we can’t let such a thoughtful gift go to waste.”
He carries me into the bedroom. “Stand here.”
He crosses to the dresser and opens a drawer. When he turns around, he’s holding the fuzzy handcuffs and I laugh.
“Turn around so I can unzip your dress.”
I turn and he unzips it, then exclaims, “If I would have known this is what you’re wearing under your dress, we never would have made it to the meal.”
“You like?” Both my bra and panties are see-through.
“I fucking love it.” He backs me up until I fall onto the bed. “I feel like a man who discovered a treasure.”
Leaning over me, he splays his large hand across my stomach. “That’s exactly what you are. My treasure. Every part of you is what I’ve fantasized about.” He cups my breasts. “Your perfect tits. Your sexy legs.”
He traces his fingertips across the front of my panties. “Your perfect pussy.” He strips his clothes off and straddles me. “Put your hands above your head.”
I do and he handcuffs my wrists to the headboard. My body heats with anticipation.
My nipples pebble as he removes my strapless bra and panties. He takes a long moment to gaze at my nakedness. In his eyes, I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I feel sexy and powerful and deeply loved.
“I’m so amazed that you’re my wife. Sometimes, I want to pinch myself when I think about how lucky I am.”
“Come here and get luckier,” I say.
He laughs and spreads my legs wider, putting me on display.
Watching him looking at me that way makes me feel wanton and needy as hell.
He strokes his chin. “I’d like to eat up that juicy pussy.”
“Then be my guest,” I say.
“I don’t know…I can’t quite get my face down there.”
I frown. “What do you mean? You just move.”
“Not this time.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to make you work for it. Use your legs and feet to put my face on you and tell me to stay there until every drop is gone.”
My face flushes. “Jonas!”
He licks his lips. “I’ll watch your body contort as you maneuver with your legs. You’ll be wide open and glistening before me.” He runs his hand from my neck down to my thighs. “I know you love it when I go down on you.”
I wrap my legs around him and try to pull him close but it’s like trying to move a mountain. I strain against the handcuffs.
“Work for it, honey.” He drops his hand to his cock and strokes it. “Look at that drop anticipating fucking you. Clean this off for me.”
He climbs up my body and positions the tip of his cock close to my lips.
I open my mouth and lean my head toward him.
“No.” He grips my hair, gently tugging my head away. “You can’t put me in your mouth. Just lick it.”
I’m so turned on I feel like I’m going to erupt in flames. I swipe my tongue across his cock and he sucks in a breath. “I know what you love, too.” I smirk.
“You do,” he says, backing down to my knees with a groan. He runs his fingers through my folds. “You’re soaked. I bet you want to come, don’t you? Get me down there.”
“Jonas…” I hook my leg around his shoulders and try to push his head toward me, but it doesn’t work. “I can’t do it. I’m going to pull a muscle.”
“Then ask me to eat you and I’ll do that. Asking me to please you is all it takes because that’s what I want to spend my life doing. Pleasing my wife.”
“Eat me, Jonas. Please.”
He taps the inner part of my knees. “Open wide and brace yourself. Here you come and come and come.”
Then in a swift move, my sexy cowboy buries his face against me to work his magic with his tongue.
I whimper as he rubs his beard across my clit. He’d once told me he’d make my body crave his like an addition and he was right. I’ll never stop wanting him.
Never will…can never get enough…he’s so good…the way he…and I lose it. I lunge against the handcuffs as my body takes me over the blissful edge.
“You like that, don’t you, honey?” he says as he settles his body on mine and plunges his cock into me. He pumps into me hard and fast.
“That’s it…make me yours…give me that cowboy ride.”
“I’m going to drag it out and fuck you forever.”
“Hmm hmm…your cock feels so good. I feel your balls and your hard thighs…I like them against my body and I like to take you into my mouth and—”
He groans and I feel him filling me up.
“So fucking good every damn time,” he says, panting.
“Each time gets even better,” I say. “Take these off.”
Jonas unfastens the handcuffs and we rest for a few minutes, letting our heart rate return to normal, then Jonas climbs out of bed. “Come shower with me.”
“Is that code for doing something more?” I ask as I get up and stretch.
“Right now, my cock is meditating on the sexy encounter he just had. He can’t perk up without some time.”
“Challenge accepted,” I say, taking his hand and pulling him along behind me.
Jonas fake sighs. “It’s so hard to be a cowboy these days. Gotta ride my horse all day and my woman all night.”
I laugh my ass off. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”
“I’m playing hard to get. Am I not doing it well?”
“Play it too well and I’ll give up completely.”
“Ah, don’t be a quitter.”
I laugh again and nudge him into the shower, then turn the water on before stepping in. “You make life so much damn fun, Jonas.”
“I aim to please,” he says, then he grows serious. “I want you to be happy. I want each of your days to be better than the one before.”
“They already are because I have you.”
He wraps his arms around me, holding me against him. “This is what home feels like. Holding the woman I love.”
I look up at my tall, handsome walked-through-hell cowboy and smile. “I’ll always be your home, honey.”
He smiles down at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too my cowboy for a night turned forever.”
He kisses me. “Forever. That’s exactly how home should be.”