“Brandon.” I make an exaggerated use of his name while looking at Clare. “Take the truck back to the farm and have the boys help you unload it. Thank you for bringing my wife into town. I’ve got it from here.”
“Yes, sir,” he says and goes about his business like nothing is abnormal here.
Taking Clare by the arm, I lead her over to the driver’s side of my truck and open the door, not missing some of the townspeople watching what is playing out. Probably wondering what’s going on. Gossip will surely start to spread.
“I’m not your wife yet,” she says under her breath, but loud enough for me to hear it.
“Oh, trust me, darling. I’m about to change that.”
Grabbing her by the waist, I pick her up and put her on the bench seat and then pull myself in behind her. She scoots over all the way to the passenger side, but I reach out, grabbing her thigh and slide her back over so she’s right beside me.
“You’re a big old brute, you know that, Cash? You can’t just manhandle something when it doesn’t do what you want,” Clare huffs out, and crosses her arms over her chest.
“When it’s mine, I do.”
I put the truck in gear and drive us over to City Hall. I’m ready to get this little matter taken care of. Once we pull up, I feel her tense beside me.
“Cash, I didn’t even wear a dress!”
I laugh at her words, thinking that she’s more concerned with the way she looks than the fact that she’s about to marry me. I like it. I don’t want her to change her mind.
“Afraid it can’t happen today, sweetheart. According to the state of Texas, we can get a marriage license, but we have to wait three days. So let’s go get this started and on Friday we can come back here and you can wear a dress.”
I look down and see her bite her lip as if she’s thinking about it. I grab her chin and turn her head so she’s looking at me.
“Still want to marry me, don’t you?” I stare down into her bright blue eyes, scared of what she might say. I’m not accustomed to the feeling.
She nods her head, making her gold curls bounce, and I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve got to put my mouth on her. Bringing my lips down on hers, the heat of her soft lips makes me moan. I feel her little tongue sweep into my mouth, and her sweetness fills me. Suddenly our hands are exploring, and it’s as if we can’t get close enough. I’m pulling her to me while she’s climbing up my body, and suddenly she’s straddling me in the cab of my truck. I feel her jean-covered pussy start to grind against me, and I break the kiss to look down at it. My hands go to her hips to hold her still as I look around us to see a few people walking by.
“Not here, Clare. I don’t want people seeing you gone like this, baby.”
My words seem to wake her from her lust-filled fog, and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. When she tries to pull off my lap, I hold her to me tighter so she can’t go.
“Not yet, darling. Just let me enjoy you for one more second.”
I nuzzle my face into her neck and smell her sweet apple scent. She wraps her hands around me, and her fingers grip the short hair at the back of my head. My Stetson fell off in our make-out session.
“I get lost when you kiss me,” she whispers.
Running my hands up and down her back, I smile against her skin. “Good thing I’m right here to find you when it’s over. Now come inside and let’s make this legal.”
I open the door, slide out, and discreetly adjust myself before I help her out of the truck.
It doesn’t take long for us to fill out our paperwork and then get the form. All that’s required is proof we are who we say we are, and then we need to wait three days. I watched Clare fill out the form stating that she’d never been married before, and it made me smile. I like knowing that she hasn’t ever done this before, because she sure won’t be doing it again.
When we get in the truck to go back to the farm, she tries to sit on the passenger side again, but once again I grab her thigh and slide her over next to me as close as I can get her. Hell, I’d ride with her in my lap if I could, but I’d be too busy feeling her curves bounce on me that I’d probably run us into a ditch.
“Which farm is that?” she asks as we ride down a road close to home.
“That’s the Johnson ranch. They’ve had a problem recently with cattle prices on their ranch and the owner has been trying to undercut me on calves. I told him he can buy from me, but only at fair prices. I’m afraid the guy they let take over is going to get them into trouble.”
“What happened?”
“The family that owns the farm wanted to sell but couldn’t get the money they wanted. So instead of waiting it out, they brought in someone to run the place, and I think he might be trying to pull one over on them.”
“Oh, that’s awful,” Clare says, and I hear the worry in her voice.
“I need to call and talk to the owner today anyway to see if they’ve seen Sammy. Might need to check and make sure he’s keeping his eye on the place.”
“Who’s Sammy?”
“Our best bull. He’s made more calves on this farm than he’s probably willing to admit. Maybe he just wandered off looking for some loving.” I look down at Clare and give her a wink. “Can’t really blame him. I think I know how he feels.”
Her cheeks burn and she looks away from me and crosses her arms. “Oh, yeah? He’s just gonna go around to all the farms nearby, hopping from bed to bed? Sounds terrible, if you ask me.”