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Disclaimer: The following story is based loosely on two characters that we all adore. If sexual relations between two women offend you, may I suggest reading a different story? This story takes place in the old west, and language being what it was then, expect a few grammar mistakes, some on purpose.
Mail - Order Bride
by Janice Logan
Chapter 16
Jace had awakened feeling great! Watching his woman sleeping so peacefully with a smile on her face made everything worthwhile, even going to town to get her some new clothes. Since he had pretty well shredded her new outfit, it was the least he could do. Hopefully, Reuben would remember what sizes she wore. Thankfully, the store wasn't busy and he was able to get the storekeeper off to the side so he could pick his brain.
"You want to buy her an outfit like she picked out--in the same sizes and everything!" Reuben seemed surprised by the request.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that!" Jace responded in surprise. White men acted so strange sometimes!
"Jace, man, I know you aren't used to white folks and their ways, but no white man would let his wife even mention she has legs much less show 'em like...well, like a...well, like one of Ginny's girls! It just ain't done, that's all."
"Now, Reuben, we been friends for a long time but you're beginning to piss me off. Are you saying my wife looks or acts like a whore?"
"Naw, Jace, it's just that folks will think...well, it just ain't right." The ice in the man's eyes were beginning to make him nervous. "I mean...what do you think when you look at her in a man's clothes. Think about it, a man out on the range with no woman for months and he sees this beautiful, sexy, long-legged woman...all of her...uh....outlined by those clothes and we--I mean, he gets all stirred up and...hell, it's playing with f-f-fire!" If anything, those eyes were getting icier and deadlier by the minute. "Just think about it for a minute, will you! And quit looking like you want to shoot me!"
"Git me the clothes! And don't say no more or I'll have to kill you! She's my wife and I'll decide what she can wear and what she cain't...and that's final. Ain't nobody saying she's no whore either! You got that, Reuben!" The breed was getting mighty worked up.
"Sure, Jace! I ain't got no death wish! Here's the clothes just like you wanted." This situation was getting touchier by the minute.
"Put 'em on my bill!" he said, as he stalked to the door.
"Jace, old pard, you better keep your gun handy 'cause there's gonna be lotsa trouble...yep, lotsa trouble." the storekeep muttered, as the man left.
Chapter 17
She could get used to waking up feeling like this....if that crazy woman would just stay in bed with her! Dammit all to hell! This was getting to be ridiculous! Why couldn't she stay in bed like a civilized human being? All she wanted was a little cuddling and maybe a little petting...and possibly...some kissing and touching...argh. Oh, well, might as well get up and see what is going on in the world outside. No sense pouting when there's no one around but yourself.
Jill got up and started surveying the damage to her clothes. Lord, but they were a sight! Just looking at them got her all flustered and heated. What that man could do with a whip was just awesome! And what that woman could do with her hands and lips, well, that was just awesome, too! She sure was a woman with many, many skills! If she kept daydreaming, she'd never get anything done. There was a heap of practicing to be done before she'd be able to crack a whip like her Jace, yessiree bob!
As she came out of the house, she noticed a cloud of dust up the road. Someone was moving mighty fast. As the rider came closer, she recognized her husband and wondered what had him in such a rush. She watched in fascination as he pulled the sweating roan to a skidding halt at the hitching rail.
"What in the world's got into you! You almost rode that horse into the ground. It isn't like you to mistreat an animal like that!" She stopped and took a step backwards as deadly blue orbs nailed her.
Her husband brushed past her and growled in passing.
Following him into the house, she watched as he began pulling boxes from the chest at the foot of the bed. "Would you mind telling me what's going on?" Jill asked.
Her husband stopped and looked at her in frustration. "Go git your gun, Jill, we're gonna start you to learnin' how to use it!"
"But I thought you said..."
"Just git it! Now!" he ordered.
Since he was acting awfully strange, she decided to humor him. As she approached the bed, he was removing the most beautiful gun and holster she had ever seen. The holster was made of black leather with fine tooling, inset with brass metal swirls and the part where the gun rested had a strange silver circlet inset with turquoise and bronze with what looked to be a feather inside it and the buckle was a large version of the insignia. The gun was blue black with black handles, set with the same circlet and feather on them.
Putting the gun and holster down, he took her gun and began to inspect it and checking the feel of the pistol. "This is a good pistol but not good enough. I want you to take mine and I'll use my old gun."
"That's your old gun? It's beautiful and I definitely wouldn't call it old. But why isn't my gun good enough? And why are you so adamant on teaching me how to use a gun now, when you were going to teach me the whip first!"
"When you can quit talking, I'll answer you! Your gun isn't gonna be fast enough. I'll explain it to you as I go. I didn't realize your new clothes were so unusual for a white woman, didn't think nothing of it! Reuben tells me you might over-excite some of these cowhands who've been without a woman for awhile. I think you might have been gittin' old Reuben a mite excited, too." His slow smile began to spread across his face, as passion began to ignite the blue of his eyes. "Come to think of it, you git me more than a little excited looking at those long...long legs...and the way those denims hug your ass...and your breasts sure fill out those shirts like I never seen on no man! Shit! That's why you gotta learn to protect yourself and I don't want you goin' nowhere without me until you learn to shoot!"
"Now, don't you think you're being just a little over-protective! No man is going to be so overcome that he won't be able to control himself. This is the 19th Century after all, not the dawn of history." She demanded, with her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"You can argue all you want but you ain't goin' nowhere by yourself until you know how to use this gun and kill any varmints that come along...."
"NO! I will not kill anything or anybody! It's not right and I will not do it!"
He stared at her in stupification. "How in the hell do you expect to survive without killin' somethin' to eat or killin' someone to protect yourself?"
"Well, I don't know but I'm sure you'll think of something! I have complete faith in you!" Jill said, simply.
Strapping his pistol to his hip and tying it snuggly to his thigh, he settled it until it felt like a part of him. "Put that gun on and let me fit it to you! Now, loosen it so that it hangs so that you can naturally slip it out of the holster so that it clears leather with a minimum of time. That's right. Now tie it so it fit snuggly against you with out slipping up and down when you walk. That's good. Let's go outside and I'll set up a target for you to practice with."
"What's in the rest of the boxes?" Now her curiosity was really peaked!
"The rest of the outfit! Now come on, we need to practice!" Jace said, impatiently.
For an answer she moved to the other side of the bed and began to open boxes. As she pulled out a black hat with a black leather braided hat band with a feather held by a pin with the same insignia that was on the gun and belt. Her mouth opened and, "Ohhhh, I love it--put it on!"
Opening another box she found shiny black boots with silver toe guards and spurs, the insignia was tooled in silver on the sides of the boots. Another box and she discovered a soft black leather vest with the insignia instead of conchos down the sides with leather fringe hanging from them. "Put them on! Now! Pleassse!"
"I don't wear those anymore--they are from a time in my life when killing was what I did. I'm trying hard not to be that person anymore." he said with a scowl.
Jill didn't know why she wanted to see him in this finery but it was extremely important to her that he wear this outfit...for her! "Pleassse, for meee!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward until her breasts were in his face. "Please!"
When he looked up, the scowl had disappeared and his eyes were telling of his mounting desire.
Her lips met his as his arms tightened around her, pressing her closer and closer. She began to run her hands lovingly down his back, settling on his butt, trying to get closer still. Her hand moved to his hair, removing the band holding it back.
Jace had lost all track of what was going on, totally enraptured by the woman kissing him. Until she stopped and whispered, "Put them on, please!" He would do anything she asked of him when he felt like this. Moving to the bed, he placed the hat on his head, slipped the vest on and sat down on the bed and replaced his work boots with the boots that went with the outfit. Standing, he waited for her reaction. He didn't have to wait long!
"Ohh, my GOD!" She fairly growled and moved closer, "You look so...so...different, so dangerous, so... so good...and, ohh, so bad!" The hat pulled low over his forehead shadowed the eyes she loved so much. The long black hair framing his face made him look wild and untamed. Something about his intensity, coupled with the clothes, made her heart begin to race. Her sweaty palms took on a life of their own, as she stared into the deep blue of his eyes, and slipped up under his vest, traveling up to his chest. Even though they were wrapped, she could feel the nipples harden under her hands.
His hands shook as he began to undo the buttons on the front of her shirt. Her steady perusal had ignited fires in him like he had never known. Opening the front of her shirt, he slipped it from her shoulders and it hit the ground with a gentle swoosh! Their eyes still locked on the others, he untied the gun from her thigh, loosened her gunbelt and let it slip to the floor. She lifted first one foot and then the other so he could remove her boots and stockings. Running his hands up the length of her legs, he continued on until he reached the buttons on her breeches. Unbuttoning them and slipping his hands inside, he slowly removed them and her underwear at the same time. She slipped her feet from them, as he raised his arms to begin unbuttoning his shirt but stopped when her hands covered his.
"Don't! I want to see you like you are...now...in that outfit!" she cried.
He looked her up and down! How in the hell was he going to make love to her without taking his damn hat off! "Kiss me!" Their lips met explosively, grabbing her breasts he handled them roughly exciting her beyond measure. Grabbing her ass, he ground them together sliding one hand around to the front he roughly handled her creating more friction and building her desire until she was leaning against him limply. Stepping back, he again stared intensely into her eyes. "Lie down on the bed, my love! Now scoot up to the edge so that your legs are hanging off!" It never crossed her mind not to obey him! Moving forward, he straddled her right leg, pulling her to him so that his right leg pressed firmly against her center! "You are mine and you always will be! Do you feel me? Does it excite you to have my gun pressed against your thigh? Does my bad man looks turn you on? Do you want my wildness inside you? ANSWER Me!" he demanded, never losing contact with her eyes or her body!
"Oh, God, yes,...yes,...yes, love yes!" Jill was beyond all reason, she had never been so possessed by the desire for anything more than this...now...at this moment in time. Her eyes took in his wildness and his power, she could feel him all around her, grinding against her, his center pressing against her thigh! "God, Yes Now!" she gritted out, "Please!" she pleaded.
"Look into my eyes!" As their eyes met, he moved enough to thrust his fingers into her, first one, then two, then three, opening her further and further. Her mouth opened but no sound issued forth. "Do you want me to stop?"
"NO! Don't stop, please,...don't stop!" she begged, as he continued thrusting into her.
He picked up the pace allowing his thumb to repeatedly brush against her clit. Her moaning increased his desire and he began to ride her thigh, the friction building the fires burning in his center.
Thrusting harder and faster, he gasped out, "Is...this...what...you...want? Hard...and...fast."
"YEESSSS!" she screamed, as the tremors started, touching her very soul, as never before. "Ohhh,...Goddd,...yeesssss!" she ground out as the aftershocks began. Watching her climax set the tremors off in him and he collapsed on top of her, losing his hat in the process, latching onto first one nipple then the other as the shaking subsided. Slipping his fingers from her, he pulled himself up and their lips met, blending them together as one. Their lips slipped from each other as they both fell into an exhausted sleep.
