Mariette And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 2) (5 page)

Epilogue

A wrenching cry could be heard throughout the house. “Mariette, where have you put the baby’s rattle?” Hardy yelled up the stairs of their new ranch house.

“You are less than useless sometimes,” his wife said as she swept into the parlour and presented him with the silver rattle that Carlton Williams simply would not sleep without. Hardy moved to his cradle and began to rock it gently as he shook the rattle. In moments the wailing had stopped and Carlton was staring at the rattle as if mesmerized. A few minute more and he was fast asleep. Hardy brushed his hand gently over the copper curls on his soft head and relaxed at last. He pressed a kiss onto the tiny forehead and then moved to the cradle beside it.

“You my beautiful one, I will leave you everything because you are an angel,” he whispered to the peaceful sleeping form of his daughter Georgina.

“That is because she is a Daddy’s girl. She is the very devil for me!” Mariette joked.

When Mariette had given birth to twins it had been a wonderful surprise. They had been over the moon to have a perfect family right from the start. But, that was before they had known how demanding two infants could be. Nonetheless they were both besotted with their tiny offspring, and doted on their every whim. They reasoned that it was impossible to spoil them while they were so young, would teach them to be courageous and self motivating when they were a little older.

Mariette had softened since becoming a Mama, but she was still his warrior. The newspaper continued to print stories that exposed corruption and wrong doing. She had convinced the townspeople of the merits of the co-operative, and following their recent experiences everyone had agreed with her. She would always be outspoken, and do thing her own way, and he was proud of her for not bowing down to anyone. In her usual fashion, she had managed to surprise him on their wedding day with a scroll of paper. He had unrolled it cautiously, having no clue what he would find inside. With Mariette you simply never knew what she would do next. He had been over the moon to find it was the deeds to a vast swathe of land that abutted the lands his friend Caleb ranched across. He had set to and built them a home, with the help of the co-operative straight away, determined they should be in and settled long before the baby arrived.

He often found himself wondering what might have happened to him had she not walked into the Saloon that day. They could so easily have missed one another. He could have passed through town and never have known he was passing up the woman he had always dreamed of. Instead he had almost been stupid enough to walk away even once he knew her. Never again. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.

“It was my pleasure, whatever it is I have done this time.” She sank down on her knees between the cribs. “Thank you my darling. These are the most precious gift, even if they do drive me crazy!”

“Now they are asleep, do you think I could entice you to join me in a gentle waltz?” Hardy asked his wife. He had never been a dancer before, but Mariette had insisted he learn so he wouldn’t be the only man not dancing at his own wedding party. He’d discovered he was rather good at it, and he loved being able to hold his wife so close.

“I’d be delighted, sing something beautiful to me as we do,” she said with a grin. Hardy had the world’s worst singing voice.

“If we don’t want to wake the twins, I think it might be best if you do the singing my love.” Mariette swayed gracefully into his arms, and he began to twirl her around the spacious room. “I do love dancing with you Mrs Williams, and I do love more than anything.”

“Well Hardy, I’d love to say I feel the same way, but I’, afraid you are on an equal footing with those monsters over there, but there is only one man who makes my heart pound so,” as she spoke she took his hand and laid it on her breast. He could feel her heart hammering beneath his fingers. He kissed her throat and felt it increase its pace.

“I say Mrs Williams, are you sure you are quite well?” he teased

“I’m not sure, maybe I need a little lie down,” she said with a wink as she moved towards the stairs, leading him up to their bed.

“Now that sounds like a rather wonderful idea Mrs Williams. A little lie down while they nap could be just what the doctor ordered.”

THE END

BONUS 5 PART BOXSET

“WHY HE”

An Alpha Billionaire Romance

By: Nicole Price

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WHY HE Desires

BDSM Lust during the heat of the moment

Ricardo Alvez is quite possibly, the greatest paradox going. A playboy; the ego-sensitive CEO of a multi-national textiles company, inherited from his late father. A helpless slave to his senses and desires. You will bear witness to the lustful side of domination and submission; both being used as a business tool as Ricardo attempts to neutralize any threats to his late-father’s empire. The bank account he now possesses is as big as my hilltop villa, located near the border of Venezuela, with plenty of land to indulge himself in, as his second favorite pastime is of riding horses. The billionaire’s lifestyle is as luxurious and fun as everyone imagines it to be with private G5 jets and lavish yachts. Having money does make one happy, and Ricardo surely knows how lucky he is. The ripped muscular body of an alpha-male coupled with the good looks of a movie star just adds to his desirability. Oh, and his favorite past time? Full blown, dominating and sinful sex.

Ricardo Alvez was actually beginning to enjoy the new job as CEO of Alvez Exports Inc. He didn’t seem to get involved with much due to the faithful board of directors handling the day to day workings. That was of course, until today! I am Llana Jones, the representative of Almanec: a Japanese business rival seeking foreign wears. A few faithful politicians have managed to inform Ricardo as to how I have been underbidding Alvez Export’s existing contracts, drawing quite a lot of enthusiasm from the corrupt exploitive factory owners. Ricardo should clearly remember me from our Harvard days. I used to have a soft spot for him but nothing ever came of it after his flirtatious advances were always met with strong rejection. In fact, there is a meeting between Alvez Inc. and a potential contract later on this evening. The Alvez corporative minions are trying to hijack it with Ricardo himself planning to attend the meeting in an effort to secure an agreement. I’m sure our engagement will be heated, what with me trying to destroy his family business and everything, but I am only doing my job. It isn’t my fault that Almanec has begun to emerge here in Colombia, nor that an opportunity has arisen for which they seek to exploit. However, somewhere inside me I feel that it will be nice seeing Ricardo again after all this time, seeing how we have both evolved as people. I actually feel a bit intimidated to tell the truth. He always made my heart skip a beat and could always get me excited whenever we would speak to one another.

Ricardo’s olive oil looks and Latin charm certainly used to draw attention wherever he went as one can imagine. I used to be a timid, shy little blonde who quite simply, just didn’t want to become involved with boys. It was only until my first job and the string of office romances and nightclub encounters that followed that I really began to embrace my sexual desires and fantasies. The journey down memory lane is interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone as I get out of the taxi – it is my boss. He sounds anxious and instructs me to do whatever I can to stall Ricardo for an hour or so. That makes me laugh! Who do they think I am? Can’t they just pay somebody to block off a road or something? After a short argument where my boss promises to reimburse me handsomely, I cut the call. Maybe catching up on old times could actually take up 60 minutes.

During the conversation my boss revealed to me that a factory owner is going to try and contact Ricardo personally to see if they can agree to undisclosed terms. If I can keep Ricardo distracted long enough; his absence may just tip the balance into Almanec’s favor. I always knew my company would take advantage of my past friendly relationship with him and would be looking to capitalize on his well-known Achilles-heel regarding women. And with my thin waist and firm boobs, who knows; maybe something amazing will come of it all. Ricardo has decided to meet me at his hillside villa, to where I have just arrived. Maybe he wants to probe further into my presence in Colombia or hopes to loosen my lips for some juicy information. Any moment now I will be meeting him. It is a hot day today and I do not want to waste any time with games seeing as how we know each other quite well. I have opted for a thin silk white dress; no bra; no panties. The reason for this being it is simply too hot and my plan is to simply go in try and charm him into a temporary ‘ceasefire’, whereby Almanec will clinch a few more customers, and then I will leave. My body combined with my mind should help me. A few years have passed since we last saw each other and I wonder if I will even recognize him as he has kept out of the public eye ever since he took the helm. My cell phone rings and it is my boss reminding me to remain vigilant and pay special attention in regards to Ricardo mentioning anything about a trip to Cali. I make another tie of my headband around my silky straight hair and examine myself in the reflection of the window. My blonde curls are tied back and shining in the summer sun; the dress makes my breasts appear larger than they actually are as it hugs them equally with a snug fit.

I knock on a huge oak varnished door and my heart skips a beat. The handle turns and the door opens to no one other than Ricardo, appearing on the other side. Ricardo is standing in front of me, smiling his white tooth Hollywood smile. His black hair is slicked back and he is wearing a tight casual shirt and ripped designer jeans. I glance at both arms confined within the thin garment with their bulging 24 inch firm biceps in addition to his sculptured pecs, stretching the cotton fabric to its limits. Yes; a mass of rippling muscles and Latino greatness. I wonder to myself, what his penis must look like? “What? You don’t recognize me?” He bellowed, completely interrupting my lustful and dirty train of thought. “Of course I recognize you.” I laugh, glancing down at his ass whilst brushing past him. It is a nice compact steel unit that could have been sculptured out of the finest Italian marble. I imagine grabbing it with both my hands and pulling him inside me. God Llana! What are you like?! It is of no wonder the great Ricardo Alvez has managed to evade photographers’ and tabloids within this secluded mansion. It took me over four hours by car to get here. He closes the door shut behind me. He is even hotter than he was in college, I think to myself as he turns around looking at me up and down before nodding his head, “Llana you haven’t changed too much; still as gorgeous as always. I still remember all those times you rejected me back at Harvard.” I had loads of boys chasing after me but I just wasn’t interested. He removes the sunglasses revealing his greenish jade-like eyes that are only complimented further by his olive tanned skin. There is an awkward moments silence as we both take in each other’s appearance before my mind goes back to the assignment, “I suppose you are here to find out about Almanec’s latest ventures?” He laughs in response and I catch him quickly glancing down at my hard nipples poking through the thin, silk dress, “I’m going to cut to the chase Llana. We’ve known each other a long time now and I know what you are doing. So this is my attempt at mitigation and allowing you and Almanec to save face, and quietly leave Colombia.”

His Spanish accent makes my blood boil. He was always attractive, but not like this sex-god standing before me. “Don’t be like that. I’m just doing what my employer tells me to do.” I look around the room we are both standing in; it is a lavish affair with crystal cut chandeliers and a curious set of leather straps suspended from the ceiling. Sunshine is piercing through numerous gaps within the strewn up straw blinds hanging from various window arches. There is a curled leather brown whip on display above a large oak mantelpiece. I have heard all the stories about Ricardo’s, as being the setting for numerous orgy type parties and sinful evenings of debauchery. We are soon interrupted by one of his many house-servants who asks Ricardo something in Spanish to which he shakes his head and waves him out the room. “Forgive me! Please sit down and tell me what you would like to drink?” I place my purse down beside me as I sit upon the leather sofa, “Anything with ice in it.” He heads over towards a lavish bottle display and begins to make me something. It is quiet cool in the room with the gentle hum of the air conditioner coming from the ceiling. Ricardo hands me a glass, “Gin and tonic okay with you?” I gladly take it and nod. The ice cool liquid is refreshing as I quickly begin get the ball rolling, “I’m not telling you how to run your business, but you need to expect some competition. Alvez accounts for almost 80 per cent of the textile trade in Colombia.” Ricardo sits next to me; I smell his cologne and can see some feint sweat reflecting on his forehead. He is calm and succinct. “Llana we are not going to discuss business. I will deal with your bosses, they will not last long here in Colombia. They can leave now or wait, it is their choice. No, the real reason you are here is because I actually wanted to see you.” It may be his way of making me lower my guard or even to get me to speak, but upon hearing him I am taken away. The mansion is peaceful, the air is cool, and Ricardo is hot! I almost stumble over my next sentence, “Well, I’m…in a way I’m glad, because the last thing I wanted was for us to fight.” He smiles and places his arm slowly around me and leans back into the couch. The house-servant from before comes in with a tray of piled up strawberries and a can of whipped cream. Once he leaves, Ricardo remains seated, emitting pure confidence and control, “Tell me about you. What’s new?” I’m sure he can sense how I quietly yearn for him so I decide to flirt back, “I’m a bit more adventurous now.”  He looks completely through me with those Latino eyes; a fire raging behind them, “I know what you are doing Llana. I know why you are here. But I don’t care, I’m being completely honest with you, unlike your bosses.” I begin to feel a sense of guilt as to my intentions, when it went through my mind I imagined the dynamics to be a little different. I look at his muscular physique rippling within his shirt, begging to be freed. As he is speaking I let the slit in my dress part, revealing one of my smooth silky legs, “I watched you playing all those girls back in Harvard. All the time.” He leans forward, “Hopefully soon you will abandon those who don’t respect you for those that admire you. You can tell your bosses that Mr. Alvez was not home.” Ricardo swiftly finishes his drink and walks back over to the bottles.