The Intriguing Billionaire Cowboy [Wives for the Western Billionaires 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (18 page)

Sam looked into her eyes. “I lost you there for a minute.”

“Sorry, but I made a major discovery about myself. I’ll tell you later.”

“I must be losing my touch if you can think of anything but me while I’m making love to you.”

“You’ll just have to work harder.” She winked at him.

“Yes, madam.” He squeezed her buttocks and thrust deep into her pussy. “Pull your top down for me.”

Sylvia pushed the strapless top down to her waist, and Sam immediately kissed her pebbled nipples. A rush of desire went straight to her pussy.

She hugged his neck and moved with him as sheer pleasure ran up her spine. Her body began to vibrate. She threw back her head and yelled out as she clutched Sam’s shoulders and rode the wave of pleasure to the end.

Her pussy rippled around Sam’s cock as he plunged in faster and faster until he yelled out his satisfaction. He held his cock tight inside her as their bodies shuddered against each other.

* * * *

Later, after they’d showered, Sam pulled on a pair of jeans from his suitcase. He went into the kitchen and found a bottle of Chablis. He poured two glasses and brought them into the bedroom. Sylvia had put on her white robe and slippers.

“I was coming to join you. Shall we sit out on the balcony?”

He handed her the wine. “In just a minute. First, I have a question to ask.” He opened his bag and came back with a small box in his hand. “Sit.”

Sylvia sat on the side of the bed.

“I bought this when I got to town. Would you please make me the happiest man and marry me?” He opened the ring box, but she stared only at him.

“I love you, Sam. Yes, I will marry you.”

For a second the words didn’t sink in. He’d been afraid of another refusal. “You will?”

She laughed and threw her arms around his neck. “I said yes. I will, I will.”

Sam grabbed her in his arms and whirled her around the room. “I can’t believe it. I thought sure you’d make me suffer longer.”

“If you want me to, I will.”

“No, absolutely not.” He sat on the bed with her on his lap and looked around for the ring box. “There it is. I dropped it in my excitement.”

When he opened the box, Sylvia gasped. “It’s beautiful.”

“If you’d rather have a diamond in the center I can have it changed, but the emerald is the same color as your eyes.”

“Don’t you dare take it away.” She slipped it on her finger. “It fits perfect.”

“I called Gina. She gave me your ring size.”

“The two rows of diamonds around the emerald really make the whole ring sparkle. It’s just perfect.”

She looked up at him. “I don’t suppose we can elope?”

“We can, but my family would be hurt. Are you afraid your mother will spoil it for you? Don’t worry, I’ll handle her. But if you really want to elope, we will. You’re the bride, and you get your choice of weddings.”

“No, you’re right. I’m going to be part of your family. We can’t slight them by not having them there when we get married.”

“Thank you, honey.” He kissed her nose. “To the most beautiful bride in the world.” He raised his glass to her.

“That’s going a little overboard. I’d have been pleased with the most beautiful one in the country.” She touched her glass to his and took a sip. Then she put his and her glass to the side.

* * * *

“I know the perfect way to celebrate.” She got up and pushed him down on the bed. She unzipped his jeans and pulled them off of him. While he scooted up on the bed, she slowly untied the belt to her robe and let it slither down her back.

“I love your idea,” Sam said. “Come here, darlin’, and let your cowboy make love to you.”

“How about I start and you finish?” She straddled his legs and ran her hands across his hard six-pack. When she curled her hand around his cock, he took a deep breath.

“As I said, I like your ideas.”

Sylvia licked across his crown. Then she ran her tongue down the sides of his large cock and along the ridge on the underside.

She stared into his loving eyes before taking him in her mouth as deep as she could. When he groaned, it gave her immense satisfaction knowing she gave him such pleasure. Sylvia cupped his sac and gently moved his balls. Then she went up and down along his cock, tasting, licking, and sucking. Sam’s fingers gripped her head.

“Honey.” He gasped out the word. “If you want any satisfaction, you’d better stop and let me have my turn at pleasuring you.”

“This time is all for you, cowboy.” She went down several more times, and then as she got toward the top of his cock, she sucked. His body bowed, and he yelled out as she tasted his release.

Sam pulled her up into his arms. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. She loved having her ear against his chest and listening to the rapid beat of his heart. She realized she’d be able to hold him, love him, and be by his side for all their years. Where once, just days ago, it would have frightened her, today it gave her a feeling of love and warmth, and the realization of how lucky she had been to find him.

He tipped her head up. “What are you thinking?” She told him about how she had come to love him in spite of her trying not to.

She scooted up in bed and leaned against the headboard. “We do need to discuss a few issues. Just to clear the air.”

“Honey, with your beautiful breasts exposed I can’t think of anything but loving you. I think we’d better adjourn, temporarily, to your balcony.” He swung his legs to the side and grabbed his jeans, pulling them on. “I’ll bring the glasses. See you there.”

Sylvia admired his backside as he walked out. She’d hurry and dress. Hopefully, he’d agree to this idea of hers.

Sam sipped his wine and watched the traffic below. The cars looked like toys from up here. He heard her step before he saw her. She’d put on a green blouse and jeans. Her long brown hair was tied back with a scarf. His chest swelled with the joy of knowing soon she’d be his wife. He handed her her glass of wine as she sat beside him.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“No, I’ve enjoyed watching the scenery. It’s different than the ranch, but I like it.”

“Your comment sort of leads into what I wanted to say. There will be times when I’ll want to come to the city for short visits. In New York, I love the shopping and theatre and here I like to be around the hub of the city. I know enough people that I can get into luncheons and parties and hear the latest gossip.”

Sam put his head back and stared at her. “I never thought you would like gossip.”

“Not a lot, but I like to know what’s really going on around here.”

“And I suppose you’ll want to continue working with Grady.”

“Definitely. I like the sheriff, and it’s an interesting job.”

“It can be dangerous at times.” Sam frowned. She reached out and rubbed her finger across his forehead.

“You have to trust in my abilities, as I do in yours. But I promise, once I’m pregnant I’ll work part-time in the office and won’t go back full-time until our children are in school.”

“You’re agreeing we’ll have children, more than one?”

She got out of her chair and sat in his lap to cuddle against him. “Two, and I hope they both look like you.”

“No way. I want a little girl with your green eyes.”

“She’ll probably give you a hard time.”

“It’s all right. Her mother has taught me how to handle her.”

“Really?” Sylvia cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Yes, give her lots of love and a loose rein, but keep tight hold of the end of it.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “Did I tell you I love you, Mr. Samuel Brodie?”

“I think so. But tell me again.”

* * * *

“I’m nervous about your mom’s reaction.” Sylvia stared at the Brodie homestead as they got closer.

Sam patted her leg. “She’ll love you. Her only concern was my getting hurt.”

“She won’t believe I’ll stay around. She will be watching me for years waiting to see me leave.”

He parked the car and turned to her. “Stop, honey. Mom isn’t like that. You’ll see. She will believe what you tell her.”

Sylvia took a deep breath. “All right, let’s go in.”

Mrs. Brodie must have heard the car. She opened the door and came out on the steps as they made their way to her side.

“You found her.” Mrs. Brodie put out her arms and hugged Sylvia. “I’m so glad.”

“We’re engaged,” Sylvia blurted out. She watched Mrs. Brodie’s face. Her welcoming smile warmed Sylvia.

“Welcome to our family. Now I’ll have another daughter-in-law and hopefully more grandchildren.”

Sam leaned toward Sylvia. “She mainly wants us to marry so she can spoil our children.”

“You may be right. Come on in. Tell me your plans.”

“We prefer a small wedding,” Sylvia said.

“Most of the weddings have been small and have taken place here at the homestead. Would you like to have it here, or maybe you’d prefer another location.”

“Here would be great.”

Sam squeezed her hand. “We want family and a few close friends.”

“I thought perhaps we’d decorate the gazebo with fall flowers, have the wedding there, and the reception here in the house. But that’s just a suggestion.” Mrs. Brodie motioned for them to join her in the kitchen. “I’ll pour coffee and cut us a piece of my pumpkin coffee cake. Then we’ll write down whatever you want.”

After he’d eaten, Sam excused himself. “I’ll agree to whatever you two decide. I want to check with my foreman and see how the ranch is doing.” He glanced at Sylvia.

“I’m fine. Mrs. Brodie and I can take care of the details.” She got up and kissed him. “Now go. I know you’ve been anxious to get back to work since we arrived.”

“See you later.” He waved and walked jauntily out the door.

“You’ve made my son very happy.”

“I will work hard to be a good wife for him. He’s the best man I’ve ever known. My stepfather was a good, honest man like Sam. I wonder what my mother would be like if she’d accepted his love and stayed. Seeing my mom made me realize I wasn’t like her, and I could grab for my own happiness.”

“You didn’t have the surgery on your face.”

“No. I went to the doctor, but he couldn’t do much. It was difficult coming to terms with his diagnosis, but then Sam was there and he rescued me.” Sylvia smiled at the thought.

Mrs. Brodie patted her hand. “You will be a good wife. I know it. Please call me Mom Jane like my other daughters-in-law do.”

“Thank you. Is my mom still at the cabin?”

“The last I heard, she was living there.”

“May I borrow your car? I’d like to go talk with her.”

“Sure. I’ll work on a list of guests for the wedding and you can look it over when you get back.”

Sylvia got up from her chair and knelt at Mom Jane’s chair. “How can I thank you for accepting me and believing in me?”

“It’s what family does for each other. I overstepped my bounds when I tried to interfere. Sam’s my youngest boy, and I wanted him to be as happy as I’d been in my marriage. I didn’t see you two as a pair. I was wrong. I hope you can forgive me. Here are my car keys. Go see your mother.”

Sylvia kissed her cheek, took the keys, and went out to the car. In her mind, she thought about how to talk with the woman who’d birthed her, but had done little else. The anger was gone and replaced with sadness for what her mother had missed. Loving Sam helped her look at her mother with a different perspective.

She drove up to the cabin and parked. Her mom sat in a chair on the porch, smoking and drinking coffee. Her favorite drink.

“You’re back sooner than I expected. Shall I get you a cup of coffee?”

“Yes, thanks.”

Sylvia sat in the chair across from where her mother had been sitting. She took a deep breath and said a little prayer for guidance.

Her mom handed her the cup and sat. She studied Sylvia’s face. “You didn’t have the surgery. Was he too expensive?”

“No, he couldn’t do much to change my appearance. I’ll get used to the new me. Sam says it shows my strength in getting through my ordeal.”

“I lied.” Her mother averted her gaze from Sylvia’s.

“About what?”

“Lots of things.” Pearl cleared her throat and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her sweater. “I feared you’d grow up prettier than me. When I saw the scar and how pretty you still were, I hit out at you with words. I’m getting old, and I’ve always depended on my looks. I liked men to admire me, too much.”

Sylvia moved closer and took her mother’s cold hands in hers.

“I don’t deserve your understanding. It was easier to love Gina. She was cute, but no competition for me.” Pearl raked a hand through her hair. “I’ve been jealous, selfish, and a very poor mother.”

“You have, but it doesn’t have to continue.”