“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Jacob.”
“I always aim to please, Allie,” he promised. “I want… I need you to…”
He paused, looking at her lips. He’d never had a woman put her lips around him. He had seen it on the moving pictures and it had looked so… arousing. His eyes swept up to hers again. Relief and excitement glistened in her eyes as she stared back at him and licked her lips.
“I want to taste you,” she said. “Lay down.”
Jacob nodded, pulling back so she could sit up. He lay down on the bed. His cock jerked as she stared down his long body. A shiver of anticipation began building inside him. A long, hoarse groan escaped him when she moved down between his legs and wrapped her hand around him.
His eyes were glued to her lips as she opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, touching the bulbous head of his cock, tasting the drop of semen beading on the tip. A shudder wracked his body at the first touch.
A hoarse expletive escaped him when she suddenly took over half of his length into her mouth. The feel of her tongue and the light scrape of her teeth along his heated flesh sucked the air out his lungs. His fists clenched around the bedding as she began moving her mouth up and down his long shaft.
He watched as her eyelashes fluttered as she watched what she was doing. The sight was more erotic than he expected. Now he understood what Taylor meant when he called this a blow job. His mind was blown away by the pleasure ricocheting through his body.
“Allie,” Jacob moaned as he continued to watch her. “I won’t last long.”
Allie locked her gaze with his. She slowly pulled back, letting him watch as she released him. She ran her tongue over the end of him before rising up to crawl over his body. Pressing a line of kisses as she worked her way up, she paused every once in a while to nip him before running her tongue over the tiny bites.
She paused, taking her time to tease each of his nipples as she spread her thighs on either side of his legs. She could feel his cock as it pulsed upward against her smooth mound. Resting her weight on her left hand, she gripped him with her right one.
“Then, I guess it is time to ride you, cowboy,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his.
She could taste herself on his lips as he opened for her. Aligning his cock with her slick vagina, she sank down on him, connecting them together as one. A low moan escaped her as he pressed upward, stretching her. The feel of his hard, silky skin pushing up inside her took her breath away.
She sat back, gripping his hands and pulling them to her breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped her when he pinched her nipples, hard. The bite of pain mixed with the pleasure of her riding him.
“Allie, look at me,” Jacob demanded.
Allie’s eyes opened and she stared down at his intense blue eyes. She knew he wanted to watch her as she came. Nodding, she kept her eyes locked with his as she rode him, moving faster and faster as he continued his assault on her nipples. She was on the precipice, hovering on the edge, but not quite able to go over.
He gave her the little push she needed when his left hand skimmed down over her stomach and between them. He rubbed the little nub roughly as she moved. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes widened as she exploded around him.
“That’s it, come for me, cowgirl,” he demanded. “Come for me, Allie.”
Jacob gritted his teeth as he continued to push up inside her. She was gripping his cock and he could feel her pulsing around him. Sitting up enough to wrap his arms around her, he rolled until she was under him. Holding her tightly against him, he began rocking his hips in a frantic bid to pull out her orgasm before he released his own.
Sweat broke out on his brow and he pressed his face against her neck as he pounded into her, driving deeper and deeper with every thrust. He wanted to bury himself so far inside her that she would never doubt his love for her. His balls drew up so tight, he feared they would explode as the tingling that started building inside him suddenly broke the dam of control he had built.
He knew his loud shout could be heard beyond the walls of their room, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the feel of Allie in his arms and her body wrapped around his. He could feel the explosion of his release inside her body as he shot jets of his seed into her womb. He buried his head back into her neck and shuddered as he continued to pulse inside her.
“I love you, Allie Tucker,” he muttered. “I love you so damn much.”
“Whitewater,” she murmured. “I’m a Whitewater.”
Jacob pressed his hips against hers as he lifted his head to look down at her. He shook his head. Determination glittered brightly in his eyes.
“Not any longer,” he vowed. “I’m marrying you, Allie. Tonight. You are mine now.”
*.*.*
Allie glared up at Jacob. After his little ‘marry her tonight’ bomb, things had gotten a little tense. Well, not right after. She had dismissed his declaration as a moment of passion. It wasn’t until they were dressing to go down to dinner that things had taken a turn for the worse. She should have known something was up when he handed her the package.
She had excitedly unwrapped it. She’d frowned when a brilliant, yellow dress with white lace on the bodice unfolded in her hands. Holding it up, she glanced at Jacob with a look of uncertainty.
“What’s this for?” She asked, puzzled.
“You,” he had chuckled.
“But… why?” She asked in confusion. “I don’t wear dresses. Hell, I didn’t even wear one to the prom.”
“Just for tonight,” Jacob asked with a boyish grin. “Please.”
Allie looked skeptically at him before turning her gaze back to the dress. If she cut about three feet off the bottom, she might be tempted. That was a VERY big might.
“Please, Allie,” Jacob asked in a quiet voice. “It would mean a lot to me. We are having dinner with Captain Marshall. There are also certain protocols expected at the hotel. Mrs. Abbott already pointed out that this was a place of respect. That if I was going to bring my wife here, then she hoped that I would at least have her properly attired. I told her you had to wear some of my clothes when yours got wet.”
“Why would you lie to her?” Allie asked, not trying to hide her disappointment or disapproval. “If she didn’t like the way I’m dressed, that’s her problem. If I’m not welcomed here because of that, then I don’t want to do business with her.”
“Allie, things aren’t like in your time,” Jacob said, wincing at the guilt he was feeling. “I want them to accept you.”
“Then maybe you should accept me first,” she had retorted, turning away from him. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” she continued in a cool voice. “I won’t be here for long. You shouldn’t have told people I was your wife. Once I’m gone, you can tell them it was a mistake.”
“Allie,” Jacob growled. “You don’t understand…”
“No, Jacob,” Allie said angrily, as she turned to glare back at him. “You don’t understand. I accept you for who you are. You have a place of leadership in the community here. It was a mistake to bring me here. I don’t fit in, I accept that. Maybe you should, too. Because I understand that, I’ll compromise with you. I’ll wear the dress… tonight only. I’ll play the part of the ‘loving’ little wife because you are the one who will have to deal with it after I’ve gone back home. But, tomorrow morning, I’m Allie Whitewater again. Do you understand? I refuse to change just to fit into what other people want. I am who I am and I’m not ashamed of it. Perhaps you should have thought of that before you said you loved me.”
*.*.*
Now, she walked down the stairs of the hotel in silence, her head held high and her back straight. They were greeted at the bottom of the stairs by Captain Marshall, who bowed to her. He tried to kiss her hand, but she had pulled it away before he even had a chance to raise it to his lips. His eyebrow had risen in surprise, but he didn’t say anything.
The dinner had been vaguely interesting. Allie had rema
ined silent, eating little of the beef stew and vegetables. She sipped hot tea and listened as Jacob and the Captain talked about the horses.
“I’m afraid I can’t stay for coffee,” Captain Marshall finally said with a sigh. “Two of my men are escorting Wyatt Butte back to the fort tonight. I thought to ride along with them.”
Jacob stood at the same time as Marshall did. “Thank you for joining us for dinner. I hope you have a safe trip back.”
“Yes, I just wish your man could have shot the other two bastards when he shot Butte,” Marshall replied before he flushed and turned to Allie with a look of apology. “Forgive my language, ma’am.”
“No problem,” Allie replied with a stiff, polite smile. “I’ve said worse.”
Marshall’s eyebrow rose in surprise at her retort before a low chuckle escaped him. “I imagine you have.”
“Goodnight, Captain,” Jacob replied with a look of exasperation at Allie.
“Goodnight,” Captain Marshall said again, turning and walking out of the small dining room.
Allie rose and pushed in her chair. She started to turn to follow Marshall before stopping when she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm. She saw the look of frustration and something else in them, but was too tired and upset to try to figure out what it meant.
“Allie, would you do me the honor of walking with me?” Jacob asked in a hesitant voice.
Allie opened her mouth to tell him no, but decided it was either go for a walk with him or back up to their room. Since she wasn’t ready to be alone with him again, she nodded. Muttering an unladylike curse under her breath when the long skirt of her dress tangled around her legs, she gripped it in one hand and pulled it up a few inches.
“Don’t say a word,” she muttered to Jacob when she noticed Mrs. Abbott looked pointedly at her exposed ankles.
“I won’t,” Jacob promised with a grin. “I think you have beautiful ankles.”
Allie rolled her eyes at him as she stepped outside. A cool breeze swept through the center corridor of town, bringing with it a mix of fresh air and horse manure. A wry smile curved her lips at the symbolic reminder that everything was not as it seemed.
“This way,” Jacob murmured, wrapping his hand around her elbow as he turned to the right.
“Where are we going?” Allie asked.
“Just for a walk,” Jacob replied in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, Allie.”
Allie drew in a deep breath before she released it. “I’m not going to lie about who I am Jacob. I like myself, I don’t have issues if someone else doesn’t. As far as I’m concerned, that’s their problem.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I can see that,” he agreed.
Allie’s lips twitched. “I know it isn’t easy for you,” she said, quietly. “Things are a lot different here and social interaction is sparse, so with the little you have, it is important to understand the social etiquette that makes up the standards you live by and accept them.”
“I’m so glad you understand that,” Jacob nodded. “It was hard going to your time and understanding everything that was going on, especially as there were so many things we didn’t understand or know about.”
“I can imagine,” she replied, remembering how he and Jonathan had reacted to things like the airplane and the elevator. She had a better appreciation as to how scary that would be. “It is probably easier for me than it was for you and Jonathan. Most of the things here are either things I’m familiar with or have read about.”
“Exactly,” Jacob said as he paused at the entrance to a small shop. “I hoped it would be easier for you to understand. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I’m willing to compromise, too, Allie. Things will work out. We just need time, that’s all.”
Allie gave Jacob a rueful smile when he turned her to him. She did understand. It wouldn’t be easy to compromise, but it also wouldn’t be for very long.
The smile faded and her eyes clouded with sadness as she thought about the fact that she had already been here for over a week. She had given herself two weeks. Time was fast running out.
“Mr. Tucker, welcome, come in,” Mr. Blackburn said, stepping aside. “I can’t tell you how happy my wife and I are for you and your brother.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jacob replied politely. “Thank you for doing this so late at night.”
“My pleasure,” Mr. Blackburn said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Come into the back. My wife is waiting. She has made a most delicious cake and has coffee and tea prepared.”
“Thank you, again,” Jacob said, sliding his hand to Allie’s lower back. “Allie, this is Mr. Blackburn and his wife.”
“Hello,” Allie said with a wary smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Hello, dear,” Mrs. Blackburn replied with a surprised glance to Jacob. “I didn’t realize she was a…”
“Allie’s father is a Lakota medicine man and respected rancher,” Jacob interjected.
“Oh,” Mrs. Blackburn replied, faintly. “Yes, well, welcome. That is such a lovely dress.”
Allie glanced down at the dress and shrugged. “Yes, I guess it is,” she responded blandly.
“Are you ready?” Mr. Blackburn asked, picking up a book off the table.
“Yes,” Jacob replied, tightening his arm around Allie’s waist.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here…”
*.*.*
Allie’s thoughts shattered, bursting outward in a million different directions as what was happening sunk in. Jacob, the low-down, lying son-of-a-bitch, had tricked her. He had snuck in under her defenses, sweet-talked her with his apology and his ‘understanding’, and set her up.
His fingers tightened on her waist and he pressed her closer to his body when she stiffened at the first words. Fury cast a red haze over her as she stared in numb disbelief as Jacob replied that he took her as his wife. His fingers bit into her side when Mr. Blackburn turned to her and asked her if she took Jacob as her husband.
“Oh, hell…” She started to reply, ignoring Mrs. Blackburn’s gasp of shock.
Her voice died when Jacob suddenly turned her in his arms and pressed his lips over hers. She heard Mr. Blackburn clearing his throat and mutter under his breath that he hadn’t gotten to that part yet. Allie started to struggle against the fierce hold that Jacob had her in when he pulled away just as suddenly as he grabbed her.
“Do you want to go home?” He asked her under his breath.
“Yes, I do!” Allie hissed out, furious.
“I pronounce you man and wife,” Mr. Blackburn stated. “Now, Mr. Tucker, you may kiss the bride.”
“You sorry as….” Allie’s curse was cut off again as Jacob captured her lips again in a kiss that was a mixture of hope, desperation, and determination.
He finally released her lips after she bit his lower lip. Jacob touched his tongue to the mark, tasting blood. His little hellcat was pissed.
“I told you, Allie,” Jacob warned in a low tone. “You’re mine. You’re my wife now. That means forever to me.”
Allie pulled away, pale. She trembled at the savage look in Jacob’s eyes. Turning away, she shook her head when Mrs. Blackburn asked her if she would like a piece of cake.
“Mrs. Tucker, can you please sign your name here?” Mr. Blackburn asked.
“No, no, I can’t,” Allie replied.
“I’ll sign for her,” Jacob said, taking the quill out of Mr. Blackburn’s outstretched hand.
“I don’t…,” Mr. Blackburn started to say before the words died on his lips at Jacob’s fierce expression. “Yes, that will be fine. Both Mrs. Blackburn and I can attest that she agreed to the marriage.”
Allie didn’t say anything. It would be pointless. It wouldn’t matter anyway. She knew her way back to Spirit Pass. Once she got the mare under her tomorrow morning, she would be heading straight back to it.
Chapter 25
Fury tore through Allie as she strained to break the
bonds holding her. After their ‘marriage’ last night, Allie had walked back to the hotel in furious silence. She didn’t have anything to say to Jacob. No, she was thinking more a good sharp blade in his miserable, deceitful heart.
The moment they had returned to their room, she had stripped out of the horrible yellow dress. Not caring if the world saw her, she marched over to the window, opened it, and threw it out before slamming the window closed again. Jacob had stood by the door, as if knowing he would have to block it, to keep her from leaving.
He watched her with wary eyes as she pulled on her clothes. She glared at him as she pushed her feet into her boots. Her mouth was a straight line and her eyes flashed with fury.
“I suggest you get out of my way, cowboy,” she snapped. “Time’s up. It’s time I took my ass back to where I belong.”
“You belong here, Allie,” Jacob replied quietly. “By my side, as my partner, as my wife.”
“You don’t know what a partner is! You don’t need a wife. You need a whore to scratch your itch! Better yet, go find one of your merry widows. It sounds like they don’t have a problem scratching it,” she retorted, pushing her hair impatiently behind her ears.
“Don’t… you ever say that again,” Jacob warned, stepping toward her. “I chose you as my wife. I took you as my wife.”
“You tricked me into being your wife! I didn’t say ‘I do’ to being your wife! I said ‘I do’ to going home!” Allie choked out as tears filled her eyes. She blinked them back, turning her back to him. “I’m going home, Jacob. We are from two very different worlds. It would never work.”
“Just like it didn’t with Chris?” Jacob asked suddenly.
“What do you know about that?” Allie whispered.
“I know that you and Chris may have been from the same time period, but you were still from two different worlds. He couldn’t accept that! He couldn’t accept that you were wealthier than he was. I accept you, Allie. I don’t care that you come from a wealthy family. I have a ranch. I accept that you are strong and passionate and proud. I accept you, cowgirl,” Jacob gritted in a low voice.