A Wedding in Red Creek: Rori and Jackson (The Sons of Dusty Walker Book 9) (8 page)

Jackson pulled Rori close as the band played the song he’d
sung her on Valentine’s Day. They swayed and looked into each other’s eyes. His
heart gave a quick double-thud. “I’m so relieved that you went through with
this.”

She blinked at him and laughed. “I wouldn’t have missed it
for a million bucks.” She set her hand on his chest. “I love you, husband.”

His heart thudded a couple times. “I love you, wife.”

She looked around as people wandered in, standing back to
watch, smiles on every face. “This is all so lovely.” She whispered the words.
“But you know how anxious I am to try out that new bed.”

He groaned. Just being close to her, knowing they’d be
sharing their marriage bed soon, pumped a hot flood of lust down into his
groin. “I’ll ask your mom how soon it’s proper for us to sneak out.”

“Good plan.” Rori looked at her wedding ring again. “But
tell her we may not be able to wait that long.”

He laughed and spun her into a wild two-step, the band
caught on and doubled the tempo. People joined in, and cut in, wanting to dance
with the bride or groom, and it was two hours later when Jackson finally found
Rori again. “If we go now, we can see the moon rise over the lake.”

Rori nodded, grinning. “Yes, I’d love that.” They mingled
their way toward the kitchen, and when nobody was looking, ran for the back
door.

In the mud room, Killian and Lexi, Dylan and Zoe, and Rogue
and Kit stood talking. They quieted when the bride and groom entered.

“We saw you heading toward the exit, and wanted to wish you
all the best.” Lexi hugged Rori then Jackson, and Killian did the same.

“You two will be so happy together.” Zoe and Dylan joined in
the hugging, and Rogue stepped forward, holding Kit’s hand. “This is the
beginning of something wonderful for you two.” Rogue looked at his own bride.
“I’m a big fan of marriage, once more.” Kit laughed as she and Rogue hugged the
newlyweds.

Jackson helped Rori into her coat and set his new black cowboy
hat on his head as Killian pushed open the back door and gestured for everyone
to walk outside. What was he up to?

Jackson and Rori looked at each other, both shrugging. They
stepped out the door, and Rori gasped.

Outside the back door of Dusty’s house, a big, white, open
carriage sat trimmed in white lights, standing behind a beautiful team of
Appaloosas.

“Killian. Oh, man.” Jackson hadn’t expected anything this
elaborate a month ago when he’d asked his brother to drive him and Rori to their
house.

“Thank you.” Rori gave her brother-in-law another hug.
“They’re beautiful horses, and the carriage…it’s like we’re royalty.”

Killian dropped his head. “Welcome. It was time I put those
horses to good use.”

Jackson lifted Rori in his arms and set her in the carriage.
A man in livery and a tall hat held the horses steady until they were settled,
then climbed up and took the reins.

They called goodbye and their family gave some suggestions
for how to spend the evening, including playing poker, watching the basketball
game on TV, and ice fishing.

Jackson put his arm around Rori as the carriage thankfully
rolled out of earshot. “Any of those ideas sound like fun?”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “No. Not a one. But
once we’re alone…” She squeezed his thigh, her warmth seeping into his muscle
and making everything go a little naughty. “I’m sure I can make some better
suggestions.”

They watched the moon peek up above the horizon, and had the
driver take an extra lap around their house so they could see it in the
moonlight.

Finally alone at the front door, Jackson entered the code
and pushed open the door. He bent and scooped Rori into his arms. “Mrs.
Walker.”

She hung on, kissing his chin. “Mr. Walker.”

He stepped inside and pushed the door shut with his elbow.
“Hang on, darlin’, it’s a long way up.”

“Jackson, you’re not going to carry me to the third floor.”
She wiggled her feet.

“To the third floor and right to our bed.” He started up the
steps. “You’re not getting’ away from me now, wife.”

“Husband.” She sighed then yawned. “Maybe we should have
some coffee.”

“Ha. No need, Rori Hughes Walker. I have a dozen things in
mind that will keep you awake all night long.”

“Oh good, let’s break that bed in real good.”

He had to laugh. His naughty girl.

****

Rori loved being held in Jackson’s arms. The flights of
stairs didn’t leave him breathless, and he stepped into their bedroom, turning
her so she could see the room. The electronic candles they’d chosen lit
everything softly as the windows let in the white light of the moon.

They’d chosen soft brown hardwood floors with big, thick
rugs under the bed and in the seating area. Pale walls and dark brown bedding
made the room look very modern, but they’d added big, soft leather couches and
chairs in the seating area to make it homey.

Jackson gently set her on the bed and removed her coat,
tossing it and his hat onto a chair. “You are so beautiful right now. I’ll
never forget this moment.” He just looked for long moments, then knelt in front
of her. Lifting her foot, he peeled off the sexy red shoe she’d spent weeks
looking for, just to entice him. “And so sexy.”

A chill ran through her and she ran her fingers over his
hair. “You look exceptionally handsome in that tuxedo. We’ll have to find some
other events where you can wear it.”

He pulled a face. “I’m not saying no, but I want to at least
have input into those occasions.” He smiled to soften his words as he removed
her other shoe and ran his hand up the silky stocking she’d attached to the
fancy garter belt she’d ordered online. “What in the heck have you got on,
darlin’?”

She’d chosen it just for him. Somewhat uncomfortable, but
worth it. “Help me get my dress off and you’ll see, cowboy.” Rori spun around,
letting him see the tiny buttons on the back of her dress. “One at a time, and
no cheating by ripping.”

He chuckled. “Wouldn’t think of cheating.” With each button
opened, he pressed a kiss to her spine, until pings of heat raced up and down
her back.

“Ah, this is interesting.” He’d gotten as far as her strapless
bra. From then on, his fingers worked faster and faster until the dress hung
from her. Standing both of them next to the bed, him behind her, he eased the
shoulders forward, catching the dress when she took her arms from the sleeves,
and setting it on a chair.

When he turned around, she faced him in her see-through bra
and panties, a white garter belt, and flesh-colored stockings.

“Oh, Rori.” The next sound from his mouth was a groan. In
seconds, he had his jacket, tie, and shirt off, along with his boots. “This is
going to be better than the wedding cake.”

She started to laugh, then realized he meant to devour her.
Her body heated instantly and her nipples pebbled harder, needing his mouth on
them.

His big chest and arms seemed to bulge with muscle as he
strode to her. Was he pumping himself up for her? Sweet cowboy. He reached her
and cupped her ass in his hands, walking her backward. He set her on the edge
of the bed and kissed her neck, his hands roaming along her shoulders, then
down to her breasts. His mouth followed, taking one nipple through the cloth
and deep into his mouth. With his other hand, he gently pinched her other
nipple.

She jerked and her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh, yes.
That’s good. Very, very good.” Somehow, her brain was sending words to her
mouth without her even thinking about them.

He let her nipple pop from his mouth and blew on it. His
dark blue eyes stared at the hard bud, then slid up until their gazes met. “I
am going to make you so hot for me, wife.”

She set her hands on each side of his neck and kissed him,
hard, pressing her tongue into his mouth. He lapped back, nibbling on her
tongue, tickling the inside of her lips with his.

“Jackson, you do whatever you want, as long as you let me
come for you. Soon.” She couldn’t bear waiting through long minutes of teasing
foreplay. Her need grew urgent.

The sound he made seemed almost feral, and he kissed her
again, his hands roaming over her breasts and stomach, until he reached the
garter belt. He leaned back. “Whatever you want, my love. Anything.” He kissed
a path between her breasts and down her stomach, not stopping until he reached
her panties.

Biting her lower lip, she reclined, bracing herself on her
elbows to watch.

He softly bit her skin through the material, then licked and
suckled, pushing her thighs apart.

Her skin quivered with each touch, heat flowing through her
veins. “Yes, Jackson. Please.” She wanted to come, had been dreaming of this
for so long.

He ran his fingers along the edges. “How do I…?”

“Rip them off.”

His mouth dropped open and his breath came fast. “But
they’re a matching set.”

She laughed. “Always so practical. I bought a couple extra
pair just for the occasion.”

“Aw, darlin’.” Using both hands, he quickly ripped the sides
and tossed the scrap of fabric over his shoulder. “You’re beautiful.” Jackson
bent forward, sucking one pussy lip into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue,
and making sounds that drove Rori near the edge.

“I need…now.” Her head dropped back as he continued to lick
and suck, then her arms gave out and she dropped flat onto the bed.

“I want to see my wife fall apart completely.”

“I will.” Inside her core, her muscles contracted and
released, over and over again, nearly sending her soaring.

He slid a big finger inside her, twisting it as he eased it
in and out, and the motion snapped off cells in her brain, turning everything
red.

“Now, darlin’?”

“Yeah, now. Please.” The words sent red hot blasts up her
body to shut down her mind completely.

He hummed as he took her clit into his mouth, worked his
finger at the perfect speed inside her, and reached up to pleasure her nipple
with his fingertips.

Everything exploded, like a volcano erupting, covering her
with heat as she blew skyward, higher and higher, her body shaking in time with
his sucks and pinches and thrusts. With one last cry, one mighty shudder, she
collapsed back into reality, her breath and heartbeat fast and wild.

Jackson massaged her now, touching her softly and easing her
into full consciousness. The bed dipped and he lay next to her, his arm around
her, his leg over hers. “Your first orgasm as a married woman.”

She could only smile, her eyes closed as aftershocks of his
loving rattled through her. “It felt different, somehow. A little
more…intense.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands roamed along her garter belt, and down
to her stockings. “Maybe I should test out that theory.”

Opening her eyes, she smacked his big bicep. “You need to
learn a little patience, cowboy. You just gave me an earth shattering climax.
Give me a minute to recover.”

“A minute?” He looked around the room. “Is there a clock in
here?”

Rolling her eyes, she pushed him onto his back. “First,
let’s get your pants off.” Her fingers trailed along his abs and down to the
button, then the zipper, then he lifted his hips off the bed and let her guide
the fabric carefully off over his engorged penis. “So big.” She licked her
lips. “So ready.”

He wiggled his legs and the pants and underwear dropped to
the floor. “Extremely ready.” Jackson reached for her, but she grasped his hand
in hers.

“Let me test to see how ready you are.” She pressed her lips
to the head of his cock, tasting the sweet, salty pre-cum. “Mmmm.” Taking his
head into her mouth, she hummed and sucked, running her tongue around in
circles.”

“Rori, darlin’, wait. Don’t make me come. I gotta be inside
you first.” He ground the words out as if he was in pain.

She eased her mouth slowly down, taking most of his thick
length, then eased off him, teasing him each inch of the way. Once he popped
free, she knelt beside him. “I’m gonna ride you now, husband. So you can look
at my sexy underthings and fantasize about the woman you’ve taken for your
bride.”

His hips jerked and he held his breath. “You are a fantasy,
Rori. Everything I need, and damn sure more than I can handle.” His mouth
curved in a smile.

She grinned. “I like that.” Placing her hands on his chest,
she straddled him, letting her hair fall forward, easing back to let his hot,
hard shaft rub against her butt, then her pussy. “Hold on. It’s gonna be
bumpy.” She slid her slick pussy onto him, just a few inches.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. So hot and wet.” He rubbed his hands on the
silk stockings, then over the garters. “Take it all, darlin’. All of me deep
inside you.”

She loved his bedroom talk, and felt another tight climax building
inside her. She slid down onto him, taking him slowly, letting herself adjust
to his length and width. The beautiful ache of making this man’s breath pant
the way it was now…that would be her pleasure for life.

He grasped her breasts, thumbing her nipples, and she eased
upward, nearly letting him pop out of her before dropping herself back down
onto him. Deeper and thicker, her movements made her core slicker, her body
hotter.

His touch on her nipples sent lightning bolts to her core,
ricocheting up to her brain to make everything fuzzy and wild. Rori rode her
cowboy faster with each glide onto his heat, making her insides tighter, making
him cry out with each pump, until they both shattered and shook, her head
zapping like a thousand static shocks, her body moving on its own to take
everything her husband could give her.

He shouted her name, how much he loved her, and a few cuss
words that sounded like they just burst out of him. Then he pulled her down on
top of him, holding her head gently against his chest. “Sweet, Rori. You’re
everything to me.” His voice cracked and she let joy wash over her.

They spooned under the covers, Rori in front, Jackson in
back, both looking out the windows. He reached for a button and turned off the
candles. The moon reflecting off the lake made her catch a breath. “So
beautiful.”

“I ordered it for you. It’s your wedding gift.” He kissed
her neck.

“However you did it, I’m impressed.” Under the covers, she
reached an arm back and laid it on his hip. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He ran his fingertips along her stockings,
and up her garters. “And this fine piece of sexiness was my pleasure, too.
You’ve never worn anything quite like this.”

“I will be surprising you with things like this from now on,
especially if I can get the reaction from you that I did tonight.”

“Every night. It was the best wedding gift an ol’ cowboy
could ever get.” He kissed her neck.

“Actually.” She’d planned to wait until morning, but she
couldn’t hold back. “I have a real wedding gift for you.”

“Oh yeah? That’s so sweet. What is it?”

“It’s in the garage.”

He froze. “A puppy?”

“Nope. Remember, we decided to wait a year to buy anything
live?” She took her teacher tone with him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She loved how he played along. “I’ll give you a hint, and
you can guess again. It has four wheels and can carry five people.”

His breathing stopped for a moment. “You got me a truck?”
The words raced out of him.

“Yep. That old work truck you’ve been driving needs to be
donated to a museum.”

“Or a needy family.”

She sighed. That’s why she loved this man. “Even better.”

“Tell me about this truck before curiosity gets to me and I
run down there nekked to see it.”

“Well, it’s on a trial basis, and you can exchange it, but I
talked with the Walker brotherhood and it’s the one they suggested.” She hoped
he liked it. She’d had them set it up just the way she thought he’d want it.

“Oh, man. I wanna go see it now.” He wiggled her body,
nibbling her shoulder.

“In a minute. Let me recover first. But I know you’ll love
it. It’s pink and has cartoon characters all along the sides.”