Wicked Pleasure

Wicked Pleasures By Tambra Kendall

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author‟s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Wicked Pleasures By Tambra Kendall Red Rose Publishing Copyright© 2007 Tambra Kendall ISBN: 978-1-60435-035-7 ISBN: 1-60435-035-0 Cover Artist: Rene Lyons Editor: Nancy Gail All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Due to copyright laws you can not trade, sell or give any ebooks away. Red Rose Publishing www.redrosepublishing.com Forestport NY 13338

Wicked Pleasures By Tambra Kendall

Texas, 1880

Honey Jordan stomped down the porch steps waving a big wooden spoon. “You son-of-a-cow chip!” She‟d thrown all her cooking pots at the object of her displeasure—Brock Ryan. Blue enamel speckle ware littered the yard. She picked up a cast iron skillet and tossed it. Dang, just missed his ass. Mighty fine it was too. She wished it were her hands on those tight butt cheeks. Brock ran for cover behind a large oak. “What‟s got you so riled?” “Our house is still unfinished. We can‟t get married until it‟s done. Have you changed your mind?” Hands on her hips, she slowly advanced until she stopped a foot from him, then pointed the wooden mixing spoon at his chest. “My sweet darlin,‟ you can be replaced.” The town’s old biddies are still watching me with their noses in the air and whispering when I walk by, and all because of us getting caught sparking behind the mercantile. He jerked the utensil from her hands. “What do you mean I can be replaced?” “You have one week to finish Brock, or else.” Honey snatched the wooden weapon back, reached around, and smacked his ass with the heel of the spoon. In a twirl of red calico, she marched up the stairs into the kitchen. Honey slammed the screen door. “Oh, that brother of yours, Emmy…” Even though she was mad, her heart pounded at the sight of him. Sun-kissed blonde hair that brushed the collar of his shirt, blue eyes with a mischievous glint and a mouth made for kissing. Emmy Walker stopped arranging the fresh cuttings of small sunflowers in a tall canning jar. She smiled and said, “Brock can be quite obnoxious.” A few adjustments to the blooms and she placed the centerpiece in the middle of the kitchen table. Honey slapped the utensil down on the scarred worktable beside the stove. She picked up a thick towel and wrapped it around the handle of the coffee pot, and poured two cups of the fresh brew. Honey took a deep breath as she handed a mug to Emmy, who settled in the nearest chair. “Well, Emmy what do you think of my unladylike display of temper?”

Emmy laughed. “I watched from the window. I truly wish you‟d hit Brock‟s backside with the skillet. I‟m sure that brother of mine has done something to deserve it.” She took a delicate sip. “What was the „or else‟ you hollered at him?” Honey wiggled with excitement. “It‟s a secret Granny Cordella told me before she died. She left me a treasure and made me promise not tell anyone until I married. Only then could I tell someone I implicitly trust. What I can tell you one item is covered in topaz gemstones and is called „The Jewel of the Nile.” Emmy grabbed her hand. “How romantic! Tell me, I promise I won‟t breathe a word to a soul. I‟m your best friend.” “I know you won‟t tell. It seems Granny Cordella has hidden the treasure because I have not found it. Given Pa‟s disposition, I suppose it is for the best.” Honey stared out the window for a moment then cleared her throat. “I‟m in trouble, Em. Pa says I have to be out of the house before he returns from Amarillo in one week. He went up there to get married and to bring back his new bride. If our house is not finished, I‟ll have to move in despite the fact Brock is already spending most of his nights there at the Lazy B. I wanted so much to start out my life as a married woman properly. Old Henrietta Gilbert actually harrumphed at me last week as she passed by.” Honey blinked rapidly to keep from crying. She hoped the strong coffee would steady her nerves. “Now do you understand why I told Brock one week? Once those gossipy hens tongues begin a-wagging, they can make life miserable. Brock and I are still the topic at the top of The Hen List.” Honey sat back and grinned for a moment. “Those old biddies always looked down on Granny Cordella. Mama was just plain embarrassed Granny had chosen the life of an adventuress traveling to exotic countries with Grandpa in the name of science. Mama made me promise not take after Granny‟s wild ways. I have failed miserably.” Honey sipped her coffee, then continued. “ I know it would be terribly improper, but I so would have loved to have traveled with Granny after Grandpa died.” Emmy went to the stove for the pot and refilled their cups. “You‟re exactly like Cordella, in thought, looks, and manner. It‟s one of the reasons why we love you.” She replaced the kettle, squealed, and ran to Honey. “Are your trunks packed?” “Yes. Why?” Honey understood exactly what it meant when Emmy made that sound. “What is your brilliant plan?”

“Parson Sparks won‟t be leaving for Fort Worth for two days. You and Brock could get married tomorrow afternoon. I‟ll pass right by the parsonage on my way home this afternoon and see if he can fit you in for a quick ceremony.” Emmy tapped her chin with her finger. “Jared and Brock can move your trunks and furniture to the house in the morning.” Emmy waved her hand. “Most of the rooms are livable even though they aren‟t all finished at the Lazy B, but we can make do. You can dress for the ceremony at my house. When the boys have finished, they can clean up at the ranch, then meet us at the church.” “Can Jared help us? I know he has been so busy selling and breeding the stock.” “Leave my husband to me. He‟ll help.” Emmy smiled and patted Honey‟s cheek. She reached over and gathered her purse and hat from the end of the old oak table. “We have much to do. I‟m in control, so all will be well.” Honey walked her friend outside to her carriage. “Are you going to send someone with Brock‟s answer?” “Honey, my brother will agree, have no doubt. Now don‟t fret. Jared, Brock, and I will be here tomorrow morning at seven. Be ready.” With a slap of the reins, Emmy headed for home. Honey wasn‟t sure if she should laugh or cry at what had transpired. She walked around the yard to pick up the dishes she threw at Brock. More work because she had to wash them again but it was worth it. The sooner she married him, the sooner she could experience everything Granny told her about sex. She and Brock had come close to making love but Brock‟s younger brother, Nick, interrupted them..Thank goodness, he was out of town with Mr. Ryan. At the thought of their encounter, Honey remembered the feel of his firm body pressed against hers. Her woman‟s core filled with lovely swirls of heat, as well as other parts. Brock was hard and getting harder by the minute. It was thrilling and she loved it. Perhaps getting married now was the best solution. Emmy was right. She was exactly like Granny Cordella. Lustful and wicked, but Brock didn‟t seem to mind. Maybe while packing she would find Granny‟s hidden treasure, the jewel of the Nile. She‟d looked everywhere with no luck. Hopefully she wouldn‟t leave it behind. Lord knows, her father would not let her back home. She placed the intricate carved box at the bottom of her small chest with her wedding dress. Granny Cordella made

her promise not to open the box until she was married and Honey kept her promises. She cleaned the kitchen and finished the chores. Once upstairs, she packed all her belongings, except for what she would wear tomorrow. She peered in chests and the back of drawers. After supper, she even peeked inside Granny Cordella‟s secret spot above the fireplace mantel. She was disappointed she did not find Granny‟s treasure. *** Brock fisted his hands in his pockets as he tried not to beat the shit out of his cousin, Andrew Gray. Andrew sneered. “I‟ve got Grandfather Seamus‟ will. So, thanks for the house and land. You can‟t do a damn thing until the reading of the legacy next week. So don‟t go lookin‟ at the courthouse, because it isn‟t there. Everything will be mine. I‟m the only one with proof to claim everything you‟ve got.” Brock grabbed Andrew by the collar. “You money-grubbing cocksucker! You forged that document.” “Good luck proving it, lickfinger.” Andrew tried to break Brock‟s grip. Brock tightened his hold and a rush of delight coursed through him as Andrew gasped for air. With a muttered curse, he shoved him away. “I‟m leaving you with nothing, Brock. Not a fucking thing.” Andrew straightened his shirt and strolled out the door. Son of a bitch. I’m in a pile of deep, deep shit. Brock paced the pine floor, his boots making a steady thump against the worn planks. Who could he trust to help him, right now? Hell, everyone was gone. He needed to eat. His best ideas always came when he had a full stomach. Light footsteps on porch stopped his agitated state. His sister. Of course! Emmy and her husband, Jared, could always be counted on in times of trouble. Emmy ran up to him, stood on her toes, and kissed his cheek. “Hey, big brother I have a wonderful idea.” ”Tell me in the kitchen. I‟m hungry.” He prayed for patience. Emmy‟s ideas meant trouble or work for him, and he had plenty of both. She fixed him a plate piled high with fried chicken and biscuits Aunt Vergie had dropped off earlier, then poured him a large glass of spring water from the pitcher by the sink.

“Now, I‟ve just come from visiting Honey and I told her Parson Sparks is returning tomorrow. You two can get married then. There‟s enough of the house finished you and Honey can still move in.” “Emmy, you don‟t understand.” She frowned and laid her hand on his arm. “Brock, Honey has one week to move out of her Pa‟s house. Warren is on his way to Amarillo to marry and bring back his new bride. You know he‟s a mean old possum and would toss Honey out with nothing but the clothes on her back.” He sighed. If this shit pile gets any bigger, I’m going to fucking suffocate. “That explains why she was so fired up earlier.” Brock slathered butter on his biscuit and took a bite. “Now, I told Honey all of us would be at her place in the morning. You and Jared can move her furniture and trunks. It shouldn‟t take long. She and I will take her buggy to my house so we can prepare for the ceremony. And of course I‟ll have a basket of food for you and Jared to take back to the Lazy B.” Brock dropped the chicken leg onto his plate and groaned. Emmy reached over and smacked the back of his head. “What in heaven‟s name is wrong with you? Don‟t you love Honey anymore?” He glared at her before answering. “Dammit, Em I do love Honey. But, I‟m in a considerable fix.” He lowered his voice. “We can‟t talk here. I don‟t know where that bastard Andrew is and I don‟t want him to hear us.” His cock was in a state of agitation at the thought of Honey, her golden hair and flushed cheeks. He dreamed of her every night and woke up to wet sheets. Maybe getting married sooner was a good idea. Emmy hurried and lifted the picnic hamper off the peg by the door quickly placing his heaping plate inside. “Ma can get this later. Let‟s go to my house,” she whispered. “I knew something was going on.” She wrinkled her nose. “I never liked Cousin Andrew, you know. I won‟t correct your cussing, because that‟s exactly what he is.” Brock hurried with Emmy out the door. “I need to speak to Jared anyway.” He hitched Blossom to the small wagon and tied Em‟s paint pony to the back. He wasn‟t sure who Andrew had snared with his fancy talk and dad-blamed lies in town. Brock helped Emmy in the wagon, then handed her the basket. She adjusted her bonnet strings. “Why is Andrew here?” “To cause trouble, for me Em. Big trouble.” She held onto the wagon‟s smooth plank seat. “Andrew has always been jealous of you. His high-falutin‟ and cheating ways have always gotten him into one predicament after another...”

Brock let out a humorless laugh. “He wants the land Pawpaw Seamus left to me and he‟s a forged will. He even admitted it. I‟ve got to find the real one before the court reading next week or I‟ll lose everything including the house.” Brock fisted the reins and coaxed Blossom into a brisk trot. A short time later, he pulled the wagon into the barn. Just in case, Andrew was nosing around, he didn‟t want his cousin to know he was here. A bad feeling clawed up his back. “What happened to the document at the courthouse? It was supposed to be safe there.” Brock jumped down and patted the mare. “It‟s gone. Andrew already did his dirty work before he came to gloat.” Jared walked out of the end stall and helped his wife from the wagon. “What in the blazes is going on Brock? You never park in here unless it‟s raining.” “Dear, we have to hide from Cousin Andrew and make plans. I‟ll be in the house preparing the wedding list.” Emmy kissed her husband on the cheek. “Wash up and come inside.” “Wedding? Who‟s getting married?” Jared unhitched Blossom and dumped some feed into an empty trough. Brock led the mare to a stall where he brushed and made sure she had plenty of water. He followed Jared outside and said, “My wedding.” He briefly explained his problems with Andrew and Honey. They washed up at the water pump and Brock was grateful Jared hadn‟t said anything yet. Before stepping inside, Brock checked the bottom of his boots. His sister hated dirt. She‟d make him take is dad-burned shoes off if he made a dirty footprint. “Come into kitchen and sit,” Emmy called as she placed a heaping platter of fresh donuts between the men. “Brock, your lunch is on the table.” Brock looked at Jared and rolled his eyes at Em‟s bossiness. He pointed to the plate. “There‟s plenty. We might as well eat as we listen.” Jared grabbed a drumstick. “I love Aunt Vergie‟s cooking. I can tell by the smell, this is her recipe.” A large grin eased across his sun-tanned face. “A food break is exactly what I needed.” “We‟re her favorites in the family. That‟s why there‟s enough for both of us.” While they ate, Brock gauged the distance from his chair to the door. If he needed a quick getaway from Em, he could dump the chicken and donuts in the basket and run. His brother-in-law could stay there or follow. If he knew Jared, he‟d be right behind him.

Emmy tapped her finger on the paper. “I‟m making a list for tomorrow. I don‟t want anything forgotten.” She shifted in the chair. “If Ma doesn‟t return from her midwife duties in enough time, she‟ll understand the rush when we tell her Honey was about to be thrown out of her Pa‟s house.” “Warren is mean ol‟ cuss for doing this to Honey.” Jared pointed the chicken leg at Brock. “I do feel better getting her away from him. He‟s always been too rough with Honey.” Brock caught Jared‟s gaze, replaced the food in the basket from the plate, and grabbed a two handfuls of donuts while Emmy wasn‟t looking. Jared added his handful of the fried pastry and gave Brock‟s arm a light hit and motioned for the door. “Wait! The rings. Do you have them yet, Brock?” He sighed. “Yes, Emmy, I do. My clothes are ready and so are her wedding gifts. I just need to pick them up. Well, I reckon I need to get back to the house and do what I can before tomorrow. There are a few things I can finish up in the bedroom.” He grabbed the basket and dashed to the doorway. “I can help you for a short spell.” Jared sprang from the chair and followed Brock outside. Brock swung the wicker container in the wagon set and patted Blossom before hitching her back up. “I‟d be much obliged for the help, Jared. Things will go faster with the two of us working.” All he could think of now was having Honey as he‟d dreamed. Hot, wet and ready for him to plunge into her waiting pussy. From their few encounters, Honey was going to be fun between the sheets. God had blessed him. Jared saddled his horse and followed. Brock exchanged horses at his parents‟ house for his quarter horse before riding to his own spread two miles away. He didn‟t forget the food either. Brock took off the saddle and rubbed down his horse, then put him in the stall with a bucket of oats. Brock led the way to the large two story wooden frame house. He placed the wicker basket on the smooth oak table he finished building last week. He hung his hat on the pine rack beside the door. “Damn, I didn‟t plan on Honey moving in this place so soon. I reckon we can finish up the bedroom today and then eat in peace.” Jared shook his head and slapped him on the back. “You couldn‟t bring that little gal home to an unfinished bedroom. It‟ll ruin your wedding night for sure and she‟ll never let you forget it either.” Jared laughed and Brock joined in.

They worked for several hours in companionable silence. Brock wiped the sweat from his brow. “Jared, I don‟t know how to thank you. Let‟s finish go up that chicken.” Brock lay down his hammer and inspected their handiwork. “After we eat, I‟m going to clean up and ride into town. You are welcome to join me. Honey‟s wedding presents arrived a few days ago.” They walked down to the kitchen. Brock opened the lid and pulled out a chicken thigh. “I don‟t have to tell you I don‟t like the fact that Andrew‟s been mighty scarce since our argument earlier. That snake is up to no good.” They finished off the chicken and few of the donuts washed down with cold cider. “All I know is that two women-folk will rip your hide clean off, if you get into trouble or show up after a drinking spell. Nope, I‟m heading on home.” Jared stretched. “Since you‟re having problems with that cousin of yours, I‟ll tell my foreman we need to extend our perimeter to check your land too. Since our land borders each other, it won‟t be any trouble.” Jared made a fist. “We spotted a couple of dang poachers by the lake last night as they paddled off. They made off with a couple of nice fat rabbits. They won‟t do it again, that‟s for sure. ” Brock winced at his brother-in-law‟s apt description of what Honey and Emmy would do to him. “I‟m obliged for the offer. When Honey and I get settled, I‟ll join you on scouting both our lands.” He closed the door and followed Jared out to the barn. He replaced his tools in the leather pouch hanging by his stallion‟s, Crockett, stall. “We can use your sharp shooting skills.” Jared retrieved his horse, shook hands with Brock, then galloped toward home. Brock saddled Crockett, and kicked up a fine cloud of dust behind him on the five-mile ride into Dallas. He stopped in front of the Fat Cow Saloon, secured his horse, and glanced inside at the patrons. A haze settled in the air from the cigarettes and cigars. Smoke and the odors of unwashed bodies hit his nose while the tinny piano music greeted his ears. Brock longed for a couple shots of whisky but figured he‟d better not. He wanted nothing to cloud his experience with Honey tomorrow. In the far left corner playing poker, he spied Andrew. From the looks of it, he was losing too. Hellfire, this confirmed his gut feeling; the bastard needed money to pay off his gambling debts, again. His uncle must have finally kept his word about cutting off Andrew‟s funds.

Rage raced through his body. His hands clenched into fists as he fought to keep from storming in the saloon and beating that son of a bitch into the dirt. Seeing Andrew bleed would give him pleasure. Brock eased from the edge of the swinging doors and headed for the mercantile across the street to pick up his special orders—American Cookery by Amelia Simmons and a cameo necklace—Honey‟s wedding gifts. Thank God, he went ahead and ordered them early. He picked up a few other supplies and inspected a new Colt revolver. After paying for his purchases, he tucked the presents into his saddlebags. The setting sun bathed the horizon in reds and gold. He‟d just make it home when darkness fell. On the ride home, he thought about his trouble with Andrew. The gambling debts Andrew accumulated must be really large for the fool to forge Seamus‟ will. The bastard would sell the land and the livestock Brock was breeding, to help pay them off. Hard tingles of apprehension gripped Brock‟s neck he crossed his property line. The feeling lingered. Someone trespassed on his land. He stopped his horse and pulled a piece of torn cloth stuck in a splintered piece of wood fencing. Brock stuck the material in his pocket. When he reached the barn, he dismounted and quickly took care of his beast. Then he tossed the saddlebags over his shoulder. Keeping to the shadows Brock listened. As he climbed the pine steps, his eyes caught a glimpse of something white stuck between the pine board planks of the porch and he picked it up. The Joker. Andrew‟s calling card. Andrew had to have ridden mighty hard to beat him here. He fisted the taunt. His mouth pulled tight. There wasn‟t anything he could do tonight. He needed his rest for the wedding tomorrow, but kicking Andrew‟s ass all the way back East would make him feel better. Much better. On weary, silent feet, he made his way to bed. He fell asleep with thoughts of Honey‟s legs spread wide and ready for him to do as he pleased. To do what he‟d craved for so long now. Bury himself all the way in her hot, wet, heat and feel her spasm around him and milk his cock until he was spent. When the first rays of dawn touched the horizon, a big red rooster, Honey had named Banty, crowed his morning greeting. Brock reached for his dungarees but his fingers fumbled. “Damn!” A case of nerves. He remembered Jared saying, the day he wed Emmy, nothing he touched went right until he took Emmy‟s hand.

Finally dressed he bounded down the stairs to the basket and ate a couple of the donuts he added to it yesterday. The second copy of the will! He was so damn mad yesterday he‟d forgotten about it. He hurried through his chores and tried imagine where Pawpaw could have hid the spare. The old man told him and his parents of the extra document and the Old Man swore no one else had knowledge of it. Of course, he was never told where. With Pa gone to Fort Worth buying some new cattle and Ma caring for a pregnant niece, it would take too long to contact them before it was time for the hearing. The pounding of hooves echoed in the quiet morning. He shaded his eyes with his hand. Shit, he forgot his hat and snatched it off the peg. Em and Jared pulled up with the wagon with their mule team. When would he have time to search for that damn document? “You ready big brother?” Emmy adjusted the pink ribbon beneath her chin. “Yes.” Brock climbed into the back of the wagon. He sat in the corner and closed his eyes. Today Honey would be his. He could feel her rounded derriere beneath his palms, her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples peaked, and the warm heat between her legs. Lord, he couldn‟t wait to taste her. His cock agreed and stirred in anticipation. “Brock, I‟ll have Jared remind you to get the ring after you‟ve cleaned up.” He was glad Emmy broke into his thoughts, no sense in getting himself all stiff with no relief. “Good idea, Em.” Jared pulled the wagon in front of Honey‟s house and Brock jumped out. He wanted to steal at least a kiss. With luck, he‟d get a bit more. Honey ran out the door to his side, stood on tiptoe, and threw her arms around his neck. Brock lifted her off the ground and gave her a quick kiss. He winked and led her inside. “I want a real kiss and I‟m going to stand here until I get one.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him to the narrow space beneath the stairs. Her arms encircled his neck as she brought his mouth to hers. His tongue nudged her mouth open. Licking, stroking, tasting. He broke the kiss and rubbed his thumb across her nipple. “I want you, Honey. Do we have enough time for a small tryst?” Brock took her hand and placed it on his cock. “I need you.” Her fingers traced his erection through the denim. “No, we don‟t...” Emmy called from the doorway, “Hurry, we‟ve much to do.”

Honey grinned. She reached around and pinched his ass before she rushed to Emmy‟s side. “What goes on the wagon, Honey?” Jared asked as he smiled at Brock stepping out from the small, dark spot. She pointed out all the items downstairs and the men went to work. Honey climbed the stairs to her room as Emmy followed. She gathered the few personal items she‟d left out and placed them in a small trunk. “Are you going to tell me what Granny Cordella told you?” Emmy asked as she folded the quilt they made in the Lone Star pattern last winter. Honey placed the blanket in the then secured the locks. “I will when we get to your house.” Brock hollered from bottom of the stairs. “We‟re finished down here. Is it all right to come up?” Emmy stepped over the threshold. “Everything‟s ready.” Brock made sure Honey was in his arms as she pointed to the chaise lounge, tall oak dresser and the four trunks. Getting married now was the perfect solution to his frustrated nights. He wanted Honey in his bed, in the barn, in the woods by the creek. Hell, he wanted her right now. Brock raised a brow at all the trunks. “Are you sure you need all this?” “I do. This trunk goes on the back of my wagon.” Honey pointed to the opposite wall, flipped her pale blonde waist-length braid behind her shoulder, and moved to the bed. She leaned down and picked up a rose patterned hatbox. “Are you ready Emmy?” Brock turned Honey around and kept his hands on her waist. “Brock, what are you doing?” Her words came out in a breathless rush. He brought his lips close to her ear. “Just remember I‟m going to make you writhe and scream with pleasure soon, very soon.” She shivered from his warm breath tickling her neck and the promise of his words. He released her and stepped away to let her pass. His laughter echoed and followed her down the stairs. “Don‟t pay Brock any mind,” Emmy said behind her. Honey paused near the door. “I‟m going to miss this old place.” Brock‟s boots thudded as he bounded down the stairs with the small steamer trunk on his shoulder. “Coming through ladies.” Honey ran to open the screen door. “We need to get going. You can come back later.” Emmy gave her a gentle push.

Honey reached for her reticule and hat from the hall table. Once outside, she tied the bow beneath her chin then climbed in. Emmy climbed in chattering, “I‟m so excited, we‟re finally going to be sisters! Now, I‟ve spread the word and there will be a proper celebration at the Lazy B after the small, but respectable ceremony.” A short time later, Honey pulled the wagon into the barn and secured her mare, Dixie, while Emmy filled the feedbag. Honey rubbed the horse‟s velvety soft nose for a moment. Then she turned to Emmy. “Are you ready to try and lift the trunk? I don‟t believe it is terribly heavy.” “Yes.” Honey grasped one end and Emmy the other. They managed to carry the luggage through their tangle of skirts to the extra bedroom. Honey kneeled, opened the latches and pulled out the bodice of her wedding dress. “It‟s exquisite!” Emmy touched the sheer white ruching on the front and the delicate embroidered flowers on the puffed sleeves. “Let‟s hang everything up and lay the veil out, then we can have a tall glass of cool lemonade.” “Granny Cordella brought this wedding ensemble back from England just before she died.” Honey gently lifted out a long veil with handmade organza blossoms on the headpiece and laid it on the bed. “Em, I can tell by the look on your face, you are about to burst with curiosity.” Honey laughed on the way into the kitchen. Emmy poured two glasses of the tart drink. “Let‟s sit by the window. A nice breeze fluttered in here earlier.” Emmy sat down and said, “You‟re right, I can‟t wait any longer. What did Granny Cordella give you? You‟ll be married this afternoon, so you can divulge the secret.” Honey shifted so a bit more of the breeze from the window blew across the back of her neck. “Well, since we‟re alone I can tell you. First off, I‟ve never opened the container, since I promised not to until after my wedding vows were spoken.” She took a quick sip and grinned. “Granny Cordella left me a collection of dildos from her Middle and Far East travels. She called it a box of wicked pleasures. One in particular is worth fortune. It‟s supposed to be covered in topaz gemstones. The wily old woman called it „The Jewel of the Nile.‟” She laughed until a look of fear crossed Emmy‟s face. “Honey, did Cordella mention if those things looked real?” “She never said directly. Granny only gave me a secretive smile.” Honey shrugged. “I don‟t understand? Why are you fussing so?”

Emmy began to wring her hands. “Honey, don‟t you know it‟s illegal to possess realistic dildos?” Honey crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “That‟s the most absurd thing I‟ve ever heard! How can you enforce a law like that anyway? Have you ever heard Sheriff York breaking into honest people‟s bedrooms to see if they have or are using them?” She laughed hard at the image in her mind. “Wouldn‟t Mrs. Ryan have told you if something like that had occurred?” Emmy giggled. “I have no idea, but you make a good point. You had better keep those things hidden and don‟t tell Brock about them. I shudder to think what he would do with information like that.” “You did want to know why I told Brock he could be replaced.” Honey said in a singsong tone. “I have a whole box to choose from. And of course, Granny told me how to use them.” Emmy sipped her drink and leaned closer. “What did Cordella tell you?” “Well, Granny said women in other countries use them for sexual pleasure. Courtesans and some wives, too. Anyway, they put oil on the dildo and insert it in their…their…” “Their most secret place,” Emmy supplied. “Yes. Granny mentioned sometimes males would do this for their wives as well to heighten sexual pleasure.” Honey kept her gaze on Emmy‟s face. A blush blossomed on her friend‟s cheeks. Emmy drained her glass and licked her lips. “Oh my.” “Before you ask, no I haven‟t broken my promise and tried it.” Honey sighed. “I want no one but Brock, at least first. Then we can play those lusty games Granny told me about when she gave me the wedding dress.” Emmy fanned herself. “I think its time for us to get ready. We don‟t want you to be late for your wedding.” Honey shook her head as she followed Emmy. *** Brock had stopped beneath the kitchen window when he heard Honey‟s voice. He ducked out of sight, but could still plainly hear her and Emmy talking. Jared and Sheriff John York halted when he did. Brock looked at Jared when he heard Honey‟s revelation. Jared wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. Sheriff John scowled.

Damnshitfuckhellpiss! He didn‟t need any more problems. He had to find that will and now, he had to add to his list of woes the possibility of keeping Honey from the clutches of the law. This was too much. Brock risked at glance in the lawman‟s direction. Sheriff John‟s face was red. A vein in his neck bulged, too. Brock‟s stomach muscles pulled taut and twisted like barbwire in a tornado. “Brock Ryan, you are one lucky man.” Jared thumped him on the back. The sheriff poked Brock in the chest. “Son, I‟m going to let you get married today and let you spend the weekend as a married man. Come, Monday, you better bring Honey and her inheritance to my office at 8:00 am sharp.” “Yes sir, I understand.” It was hard to breathe. He must be suffocating from that shit pile that threatened him yesterday. “John, let‟s get that calf for you.” Jared quickly strode to the barn. Brock leaned against the house for support as he listened to his brother-in-law charm John. Jared shook the sheriff‟s hand and laughed. “Here‟s that little beauty. Guess, we‟ll be seeing you next week I aim to see how this situation will end.” Brock scanned the area for signs of Andrew. When Sheriff York rode off, Brock took his hat off and threw it against the house. “How am I going to keep Honey out of jail? That little hellcat isn‟t going to part with anything Cordella gave her.” Jared grinned, retrieved the hat, and shoved it at Brock. “I have no idea. But one thing I can tell you, your life with Honey won‟t ever be dull.” Jared slapped the dust from his britches. “Emmy packed us a basket of goodies for lunch. She figured we‟d get hungry with all this moving. I‟ll be right back.” Brock picked up his hat and waited beside the wagon. What am I going to do? Desperation punched his chest like a kick from a calf. Soon, he and Honey would be homeless, and to make matters worse, she‟d be a criminal. At the thought of why he couldn‟t help but laugh. He climbed onto the worn buckboard seat. Damn, I am lucky to have Honey. And tonight I’ll finally brand her as mine. Knowing she has a box of dildos and wants to play makes me hard just thinking about it. Jared quietly closed the door. His long strides pounded the hard ground. He tossed the wicker hamper and Brock caught it.

“What am I going to do about the sheriff?” He adjusted his hat from the glare of the sun. Jared tugged on the reins to get the mules moving. “Well, to my way of thinking, no one‟s actually seen those instruments of pleasure, have they? We only heard Honey say she had „em.” “If she does have those dildos, we can put something else in there and who could prove they really were in there. Or, we could bury them in case the sheriff demanded to search the house.” Brock started to feel better. His ideas were good. “I‟d even like to see the fancy jeweled one.” Jared slapped the reins and the horses began to trot. “Honey made a good point. How can you enforce a law like that anyway?” “Sheriff John was a mite huffy. Perhaps his missus isn‟t giving him any sex, so he‟s taking it out on those of us who are about to get some.” Brock reached for his rifle from the floorboard settled it across his lap. Jared roared with laughter as he urged the animals faster. “Excellent point, so we shouldn‟t aggravate the poor bastard.” Once they arrived at Brock‟s house, they worked steady and in no time had most of the furniture and trunks inside. Finally, they hauled the last piece of furniture into the parlor when Brock caught sight of a bright flash in the trees. Like the glint off a set of brass buttons. He reached over and nudged Jared to catch his attention. “Something‟s hiding in the trees.” “I saw it too.” Jared motioned for Brock to take his side of the furniture. Brock eased through the doorway with the English cedar chiffonier. “Let‟s put it against this wall.” Brock glanced out the window. “Yep, it‟s Andrew.” He wiped his brow with his shirtsleeve. “I haven‟t had time to look for Pawpaw‟s will with all this moving and marrying business. I‟ve spent nearly a year building Honey‟s dream house. I can‟t let that bastard take it.” Jared crossed his arms. “We need to get cleaned up for the wedding. But first, I think we need to set us a trap for a skunk before we do.” “I agree. The supplies we need are in the barn.” Brock led the way and stopped in front of the needed items with Jared right beside him. “I‟ll rig up the trap board with nails sticking out. Do you remember how to disarm them?” Jared grabbed an armful of boards from a pile inside the door. “Sure do.” Brock‟s gaze scanned the trees and bushes. He thought he caught a whiff of that fancy toilet water Andrew wore. “My guess is he was spying from this corner of the barn, laughing at us hauling in all of Honey‟s furniture.”

With quick efficiency, Brock helped Jared lay the traps around the house. Brock wiped his brow with his shirtsleeve. “I think I‟ll snag a few of those trees. If I don‟t catch Andrew, then we might find us a poacher or two strung up.” As he worked, he smiled and imagined his cousin hanging upside down. “You finished Jared? We need to wash up.” Brock was looking forward to the cool spring water. He stripped off his shirt, dunked his head beneath the cool water, then lifted, flinging spray behind him. He glanced over at Jared, who‟d done the same thing. They took off their boots and immersed themselves in the cool stream. On the way back to the house, Brock‟s nerves were stretched tighter a piece of licorice twist, gripped in the fingers of his two twin cousins. When the house was in sight, he jogged over to stairs and skidded to a stop. “Would you look at that?” He pointed to a trail of blood from one of the traps Jared set. He lifted a dark brow as he released the rig on the front door. “Damn, Andrew‟s going to be one pissed bastard when he comes back. I‟ve got to be ready for him.” Jared stopped in front of the mess. “Get dressed. I‟ll clean this up. Honey doesn‟t need to see this on her wedding day. And don‟t worry about tonight. Me and the boys will keep watch so you can have an uninterrupted honeymoon.” “Thanks, Jared.” He ran up the stairs to his room and pulled on his black trousers, white shirt, white waistcoat, and black dress coat. He prayed the ceremony would be short. He hated dressing fancy and he was already getting hot. Was it from the weather or thoughts of his bride? At the last minute, he grabbed his bowler while shoving his feet into shiny, black evening shoes. God, he hoped Honey appreciated all of this. At the last minute, he put the rings in his pocket. *** Honey dried off and slipped on the smooth, white stockings and lacy undergarments. She stepped into sheer bloomers trimmed with pink ribbon. Her fingers caressed the silk embroidered chemise before putting it on. “Come on, Honey. You must wear a corset. It isn‟t proper to go out in public without being suitably cinched.” Holding on to the bedpost, Honey grunted as her friend tugged. “I utterly, truly hate corsets. I believe a man invented it as a torture device for women.” Her death grip loosened. Honey said over her shoulder, “Brock

better appreciate all this trouble I‟m going through, being trussed up in this dastardly contraption like a holiday bird.” Emmy tied the laces while clucking sympathy. Honey slipped the bodice of the gown over her head then Emmy fastened the loops over the pearl buttons down the back. “Hurry and step into the skirt. We still have to attach the train. Good. Now let me finish and we‟ll be ready to leave.” Honey turned to look in the mirror. A transformation had taken place. She was pretty. In fact, she hardly recognized herself. Her pale blonde hair hung loose to her thighs, the damp ends curling. Reaching at her nape, she pulled and twisted the strands and secured the coiffure with a few decorative combs. Her thoughts kept returning to the dildos Granny left. Particularly, the topaz dildo stayed on her mind. She‟d never seen anything jewel studded or owned anything worth so much. Honey could barely contain her excitement at seeing and using the naughty items. Thank goodness, her trunk had a hidden compartment where her treasures were safe. This was her wedding day. Thoughts of Brock and what she wanted to do to him when they were alone filled the rest of her thoughts. Her body heated as she imagined his lean, muscled shoulders and his chest glistening with sweat. The sight had stirred her so much last week she had to drink two glasses of cold spring water to cool down. Soon, she would get to see all of him. Touch all of him. Maybe, even taste him. A shiver of longing rippled down her spine, ending with a nervous flutter in her stomach. Honey eased her feet into the white satin slippers. She hurried to the small trunk, and opened the lid. Her fingers groped for the moiré and lace drawstring handbag. Brock‟s ring lay inside. Will I make Brock want the kind of sex Granny told me about? Exhilarating and wild. Emmy‟s voice cut into her thoughts. She locked the lid and stood. “We need to leave, Honey. Here‟s the veil.” Emmy placed the orange blossom wreath on her head, making sure it was secure. Now, she felt like a real bride. “Honey, you‟re beautiful.” Emmy kissed her cheek and gave her a quick hug. The ride was blessedly short to the church. Emmy helped Honey with her train and veil as she stepped from the carriage. Once inside the small church, Honey blinked back tears of happiness. Bright sunlight spilled through the glass, illuminating the aisle. Brock and Jared stood waiting at the altar with Parson Sparks.

“Wait, Honey. Here is a bouquet. Mrs. Sparks made it when she heard you were getting married.” Emmy handed her the flowers, straightened the train, then walked to her husband‟s side. Honey clutched the yellow roses, but couldn‟t take her eyes off Brock. His thick dark hair and blue eyes held her attention. When she reached his side, he smiled and took her hand. Parson Sparks turned to Honey. “Do you Honey Elise Jordan promise to love, honor and obey, Brock Adam Ryan?” Honey gripped Brock‟s hand, and in a clear voice said, “I promise to love and honor Brock.” Jared snickered loud. Emmy shushed him, but fought a giggle. “Honey, you forgot to include the word obey,” Pastor Sparks said. “What she said is the truth. She probably won‟t anyway, so why not begin our lives on a foundation of truth.” Brock winked at Honey. “This is highly improper, but I see the wisdom in your words.” Pastor Sparks pushed his spectacles up and smiled. Honey was relieved the veil covered her face, hiding the warmth burning her cheeks. Brock knew her so well. She wouldn‟t always obey him. In fact, Granny Cordella refused to say the word obey when she married Grandpa. This appeared to be the beginning of a family tradition. Parson Sparks asked for the rings. Honey handed Emmy her bouquet to retrieve the shining gold band from the silken pouch. Holding the precious item tight in her hand, she turned and gasped. Brock held a diamond and sapphire engagement ring and a gold band. He took her hand and slid them on her finger. He kissed her hand before he released it. In a daze, she slid the gleaming ring on his finger. Emmy handed her the flowers and she sniffled from tears of joy. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Pastor Sparks shook hands with Brock and Jared. “Brock, you and Honey go on up to the house. We‟ll be there in just a bit.” Emmy dabbed at her eyes with her delicate embroidered handkerchief. “Fine by me. Take your time.” Brock gave Honey a wolfish smile. Honey looked at Emmy. “Don‟t forget to bring my trunk from your house.” She eased down to pick up her lace-trimmed train but found her new husband helping. He laid the fabric over her arm and swept her off her feet. Literally. “Brock!” Honey squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He placed her in the carriage and urged the horses to a brisk pace to their homestead. Brock helped her from the conveyance, carried her over the threshold into the house and right up the stairs to their room. Honey kissed his neck and said, “I need to change clothes, too. I don‟t want anything to happen to my dress.” Brock rushed her upstairs. “Let me play ladies‟ maid.” Easing Honey to her feet, he unhooked every pearl button from the back of the gown and kissed each portion of flesh revealed. He nipped and teased with his tongue, making her skin tingle from each brush of his mouth and fingers. Her woman‟s core was moist and hot. She licked her lips. “I hope they take their time, I can‟t wait Brock.” She gently lifted the delicate bodice over her head. He untied the corset and Honey took a deep breath. She quickly stepped out of the rest of her garments and urged Brock out of his. Her fingers traced his long cock. “Sit down.” “Honey…” His words ceased when she bent down on her knees and closed her hand on his shaft. He was hard, yet smooth. The pad of her finger rubbed the glistening, pearly liquid. She had to taste him. She placed her finger in her mouth. “Mmmmmm.” Brock groaned and his cock twitched. “Honey, you need to stop...” “No,” she whispered. She‟d waited so long to do this to him. When Granny told her about this she knew had to do it. She knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over and around the smooth crown and then she sucked. Brock moaned and the sound added to the slickness between her legs. With the heat of passion, came a sense of power Honey had never imagined. “Shit! Where did you learn to do that?” Moving his ever-hardening shaft in and out of her mouth, Honey continued her suck and swirl rhythm with her tongue, while her hand stroked his balls. Chest heaving, Brock eased her away and pointed to the bed. “Now.” She obeyed (this time) and Brock spread her legs farther apart. He inserted a finger and she closed her eyes at the wonderful sensation. “Make cream for me, Honey.” Brock added another finger to open her entrance. “There‟s my little hellcat, let go and feel what I‟m doing to you.” Her juices flowed as he stroked and teased. She whimpered. He nudged the tip of his cock into her weeping pussy.

Honey arched her hips wanting more. “Brand me, Brock. Make me yours.” “Wrap your arms around my neck.” He slid in part way, then plunged. His lips covered hers and swallowed her cry. The pain didn‟t last long. She felt a delicious fullness and friction when he moved. “More,” Honey rasped. Her hands skimmed the contours of his sweat, slick muscles, then down his sides to his back, finally reaching his ass. Firm and perfect. Her heart pounded harder as her palms caressed and kneaded his flesh. Wanting to be closer, Honey wrapped her legs around his waist. Pleasure ignited every inch of her body. He rocked his hips, pulling out then thrusting back in. From the top of her spine to her stomach tension began a heated spiral until it reached deep inside. Her muscles clenched harder and faster. Yes! Her orgasm flooded in a scalding tide. Brock‟s cock pulsed as he shot his seed hot, high, and hard. This was what she wanted. Needed. His breath came in short pants, Brock eased off Honey. Soon, he returned with a cool cloth and began gently wiping her clean. She felt empty, yet fulfilled. Her tongue darted out to lick her dry lips and she sat up. She lifted her hand and cradled his face. “Brock, that was wondrous. Do we get to do that everyday?” “Yes, my little hellcat, we can do it anytime you please.” He folded the cloth and cleaned himself off. A commotion outside caught his attention. “Looks like we‟d better get dressed, and fast.” Brock shoved his feet into his boots, then pulled on his denims and shirt. “I better go outside and find out what all the fuss is about.” Jared, Emmy, and the sheriff were arguing on the porch. The sheriff turned to Brock. “I know I said you could come in on Monday, but you and Honey have got to come to my office. Now. And bring those...things of hers.” “At least give us time to give Honey the last of her trunks.” Emmy glared at Sheriff York and he looked away. “Bring what things, Sheriff?” Honey stepped out wearing a peach muslin frock. “The inheritance Cordella left you.” Brock took her elbow leading her back into the house. Once inside he tugged her into the bedroom. “We overheard you tell Em that Cordella left you a bunch of dildos. The sheriff

says it‟s illegal to possess realistic ones and he wants us at his office right away.” “You were spying on me!” Honey cried. “No! We were passing by the kitchen window and heard you and Em talking.” They moved so Jared could bring the trunk inside. Honey stomped over, lifted the lid and reached at the bottom. She pulled out an intricate carved wooden box. “This is preposterous.” The ride to the sheriff‟s was quick and dusty since folks were setting up the dinner on the grounds of the Lazy B. Honey shook her skirt, then reached for Brock‟s hand as they faced John York. The sparse room made her shiver. Jared and Emmy stood beside them. The door squeaked and Andrew strolled into the room with his attorney, Edmund Kingston, a nasty cur. John stood next to Honey. “Go on, open it.” Honey harrumphed and lifted the lid. A piece of silk covered the items. On top of the dildos lay an envelope with the words: „Last Will and Testament of Seamus Ryan.‟ Brock picked it up and looked at Honey. ”How did Cordella end up with this?” “Granny said she and Seamus had known each other since they were children and trusted each other. He was like a brother to her.” Honey clutched the edges of the wooden container. Andrew surged forward but the sheriff and Jared caught him. “Looks like your claim is forfeit on Brock‟s property. I know Seamus Ryan‟s writing.” Sheriff York strode across the room, jerked open the jail cell door, pushed Andrew in, and locked it. “The judge is going to be mighty upset when he reads all the laws you broke, city-boy.” Honey eased the lid down and hoped John would forget about the real reason they were gathered in his office. The sheriff stopped in front of Brock and Honey and winked. “Since all I saw was an envelope and some fancy material I can‟t arrest you. Go on and enjoy your honeymoon.” Honey kissed the sheriff‟s cheek and held the box close. “After you help Honey into the carriage, come back inside Brock, we‟ve got unfinished business.” John said. A few minutes later, Brock walked down the stairs grinning. “Well, Honey, just between us, I‟m going to think of your inheritance as a box of wicked pleasures too.” He pulled Honey into his arms.

“You better not forget Granny Cordella gave me a box of replacements. So you‟d better behave.” Brock tightened his hold on her waist so she could feel his erection. Honey wiggled. “I think we need to go home and see if we can find the Jewel of the Nile.” Her hand slipped between them and she gave him a gentle squeeze. “Although, I consider this a treasure already.” “Let‟s get on home. We have a party to attend.” He lifted her onto the seat then climbed in beside her. Emmy and Jared had already left to finish setting up for the celebration. Honey ran her fingers along the bottom edge of the box. “I think I found something.” Her finger pushed and a secret drawer opened. Shining like a golden sun was The Jewel of the Nile. She picked it up and cradled it in her palm. “It‟s beautiful! Granny Cordella was right, it is a treasure.” Brock looked at the sparkling, topaz pecker. “I can honestly say I‟ve never seen anything like it before.” “Granny never mentioned how she came into possession of this magnificent dildo. I hope she wrote it in the diary I found the other day.” Honey placed the gem-encrusted cock back into its hiding place. They stopped in front of the house. She climbed down and fluffed her skirts. Grabbing his hand, she led Brock into the house. “I‟ve got to put this up. We can play a little while. People will expect us to be a little late to our party.” She headed straight to the kitchen and opened a small cabinet. Standing on her toes, she reached into the corner. Her fingers clasped the bottle and a towel. “What are you doing, Honey?” She turned and held up the olive oil and cloth. “You ready, cowboy?” With the box of wicked pleasure and the necessary items, Honey reached for her skirt. “Hot damn!” He scooped her up and once more carried her up the stairs. “While I undress, you go and lock the doors and windows. I don‟t want anyone sneaking in.” Honey placed their legacy on the nightstand and began pulling the curtains closed. “Good idea.” Brock ran out of the room. Honey finished the windows and undressed. She laid her dress over the chair. Thanks to her pure hate of corsets, it didn‟t take as much time getting her clothes off. (She didn‟t lace them tight.)

He tossed his hat and shucked off his boots. Honey took a few steps to stand in front of Brock She unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. He growled, grabbed the edges, and pulled. Tiny pings from the ricocheting fasteners echoed in the room. “Brock!” “Honey, hurry up. You‟re wasting time.” Brock pulled her flush against him and kissed her neck. Skin against skin and the scent of arousal filled the air. With one hand, he pulled the combs from her hair and the other secured her waist. His erect, hot, staff burned her belly. “Yes…” He released her so she could climb on the bed. As she did, he ran his palm across her butt. She arched and shivered from the feel of his workroughened hands. They could do it slow later. She turned onto her back and her legs opened, ready for him. He settled between her thighs. His wicked tongue licked and laved. Her pussy wept with delight. The tip of his tongue flicked a magic place and she gasped. Honey could barely breathe. The motion tugged all the way down to her channel, igniting a wild fire. She ran her fingers through his hair loving how the silky strands slid through her fingers. “Brock, I never thought…” “You taste so good.” His breath was hot against her most sensitive place. Lick. Suck. Honey‟s body refused to move. The exquisite pleasure from his actions held her immobile. In. Out. Swirl. Her hips rose and she moaned. Brock tightened his hold on her hips and continued. The rhythm became faster and faster. She arched and cried out as her body exploded into a million white-hot sparks. Brock rose and wiped his mouth. “Hellcat, I needed to taste you.” The tip of his cock dipped at her entrance, pushed in, then withdrew. Over and over, he repeated the action. Honey dug her nails into his back and wrapped her legs around him and rocked her hips. “Honey, I could fuck you forever.” He thrust harder. Her breath came in short gasps. “You damn well better.” He plunged into her liquid heat, again and again. Her passion fully taking over, Honey closed her eyes. She would never forget Brock‟s musky scent, the sheen of sweat on his chest and the fullness of him inside her.

Brock reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit. Her juices flowed and she threw her head back. He rose above her, driving his cock in harder. Faster. She screamed as her orgasm engulfed her. At the same moment, he arched his back and released his seed in a mighty spurt. When her panting slowed enough for her to speak, Honey said, “Brock, I don‟t want to leave this room. Do we have to return downstairs?” “Hellcat, I don‟t want to leave either but if we don‟t they‟ll come looking for us.” He eased out of her and peeked out the curtains. “They‟re setting up again. I think we have a few more minutes to play.” He opened the ornate carved box and lifted the cover. “This will do just fine.” Brock lifted a smooth wooden dildo from the box. “Gran made me promise not to use these until I was married. You don‟t know how many times I was tempted to kidnap you and drag you to Fort Worth, so no one would find us.” Honey pushed the hair from her eyes. “Are you sure we have enough time? I would die of embarrassment if someone busted down the door.” Brock took his Colt from the holster slung across the back of the chair. “I‟ll shoot whoever dares. Hurry, I hear more people down there and we have to get dressed again.” Honey giggled and lay back down. All her dreams were coming true. Becoming Brock‟s wife and having him want to play with the wonderful, naughty legacy Granny Cordella bequeathed her. Brock opened the olive oil and poured a little in his hand. He replaced the bottle and took the wooden replica in his hand. Honey could feel wetness between her legs increase just by watching Brock prepare the dildo. He climbed on the bed and grinned. She opened her legs and Brock kissed the inside of her thighs. His hot breath and the feather light kiss made her desire flare. “Are you ready?” He teased the tip of her opening with the wicked toy. Gently, he pushed her legs farther apart and took her hand. “Bend your knees a little.” He pushed her finger inside with his. Keeping his hand on hers, they rubbed the nubbin. “Close your eyes.” Honey gasped from the onslaught of sensation. Her lids drifted shut and Brock dropped a kiss just above her mound, making her skin flutter. He inserted the smooth wooden shaft, moving it slowly, then gave it a gentle spin. “Oh!”

Then he slid the dildo in faster and farther. Her hips lifted and moved to the rhythm he set. “Come on, Honey.” Her muscles clenched and release came hard. Footsteps pounded in the hallway and Honey jerked upright. He pulled the rigid shaft out, grabbed the towel from the nightstand, and placed the wet dildo in it. “Brock! Honey! Hurry up we‟re almost finished setting out the food.” Emmy hollered from the hallway. “We‟ll be right down!” Honey choked the words out. She turned to Brock and threw her arms around his neck, knocking him off balance. He dropped the implement and they sunk into the feather tick mattress. She straddled his waist and wiggled. “I love you, Brock. Thank you for everything.” “I love you too, my little hellcat.” He kissed the tip of her nose and pushed to a sitting position. “I want to be on top later Brock, I want to make you writhe with pleasure.” She reached between them and stroked his cock. “This should be called The Jewel of Nile because it is the most wicked pleasure. He cupped her cheek. “Then this little party better break up quick, Honey. I‟m not sure how long I can wait.” He swatted her behind. “Let‟s get moving before our wedding guests come looking for us, again.” She kissed him on the cheek, moved off the bed, and dressed quicker than she ever had before. A few quick twists and she pinned her hair in place. She checked her handiwork in the cheval mirror. It would have to do. “You ready?” A hint of amusement laced his words. Honey cleaned off the wooden dildo and returned it to its place. “Not yet. I am locking up this box, and putting it in the bottom of this chest of drawers. I‟m sure we‟ll be getting this out later.” Once she finished she took his arm and smiled. “Brock, you can never replaced.” The End

About the author:

All those summers spent at the public library reading historical romance provided her love of the genre. In 1994, she joined Romance Writers of America and began the long journey to publication. Ms. Kendall teaches online creative writing classes for Earthly Charms and various RWA chapters. She is a CTM, a competent Toastmaster, and speaks to local writing organizations on the craft of writing. Besides writing Tambra is a watercolorist. She has sold a number of pieces and has had her work has been shown in various places locally. Tambra writes erotica paranormal romance for Whiskey Creek Press and Red Rose Publishing.

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