The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(95)

Jessie pulled her closer and she wrapped her legs around him. His muscular body felt delicious pressed so closely against hers. Her mind was shouting for her to stop to not let the moment linger. He'd only break her heart, but her body wasn't listening and maybe her heart neither. She ran her hands through his hair and sighed in pleasure as his hands trailed over her back and then her sides before pulling her even closer.

When the kiss finally broke, she was panting for air. Her eyes were still closed as she let the simple bliss of the moment settle around her. She could feel Jessie flashing her his famous cocky smile, but she ignored it. Maybe men weren't the only ones who could take advantage of an opportunity to feel so damn good.

She opened her eyes and kissed him softly one last time before standing up.

“I'm going to take a shower,” she said. Jessie stood to follow her, but sat back down when she shook her head and added, “alone.”

“Are you trying to give me blue balls?”

Debbie walked out of the room with a grin on her face. Her hips swung ever so slightly from side to side and for the first time since she met him, she enjoyed knowing Jessie's eyes were on her ass as she walked away.

By nine o'clock, they were on the plane heading for Montana. Jessie insisted on keeping his arm wrapped around her on the plane and eventually she gave up arguing with him. She had worked a long shift at the bar and then stayed up late packing the night before. She decided to take advantage of the situation and use his shoulder as a pillow.

Landing in Montana was hotter than she ever thought it would be. Even the well paved roads of the airport were covered in a thin layer of dust. The day passed in a whirlwind of meeting his relatives and repeating the story about how he met her at the bar and it was love at first sight. Jessie kept her close and she pretended the story was true. He was careful to never leave her alone with any of his relatives which Debbie really did appreciate.

It was easy to feed off of Jessie's energy and tell the story, but she didn't know a damn thing about these people and she was pretty sure that happy couples talked about their families. Fortunately for her, the family ranch house stayed busy enough that she was only given the minimum amount of attention needed to welcome her to the family. She was more than happy to call it an early night shortly after dinner. Debbie truly was exhausted, but more than that, the less time she spent around his family the less likely she was to put her foot in her mouth and ruin the whole affair.

The bedroom that had once belonged to Jessie in his teen years was huge compared to the bedroom she jokingly referred to as her sleep-in closet as a teenager. Over the years since he'd moved out, his family had redone it into a guestroom.

She took a shower and slipped into her favorite pajama outfit. The clean cotton material felt like a heaven sent after a day even partially spent in the hot Montana sun. Debbie lingered in the bathroom thinking about how much her life had changed since yesterday afternoon and how much more it was going to change when she became Jessie's wife.

The man she had seen at the bar with the ladies had become a completely different person around his family. He was funny and his smiles seemed more genuine. The tension in his shoulders had melted away too. Debbie liked him better here, but she had to wonder how much of it was an act? Was this the real Jessie or was that the man who had frequented her bar cruising for women to bed down with for the night? She hoped it was this one. Here she was starting to see Jessie as a man she could marry even if only for a short period of time.

She came out of the in suite bathroom to find a very shirtless Jessie sprawled across the bed reading a newspaper. For a moment, he didn't notice her and Debbie allowed her eyes to linger over his naked torso. His muscles were well defined and chest gently fell and rose with his breathing.

“We need to talk,” she said sitting down on the far edge of the bed as far away from his half naked body as she could get.

“Tomorrow we're going horseback riding,” he said looking up from the newspaper. “Just the two of us. If you want to know what else I have planned, you’re going to have to move a little closer, sweetheart.”

His voice was thick with longing, but it didn't match his expression. She gave him a bemused looked and he motioned for her to come closer. Sighing, Debbie inched across the bed until she was sitting next to him. Jessie wrapped his arm casually around her shoulders and she settled in next to him. If she had to be close to him, she might as well be comfortable. Besides her neck still hurts from sleeping on the plane.

“You did really well with them today. They like you. Mom wanted you to go shopping with her tomorrow, but I told her I promised I'd take you horseback riding.”

“You do know that I've never been on a horse before, right?”

“I figured as much,” Jessie chuckled, “but if you're going to live here for the next two years, it's something you need to know. It's something every rancher's wife needs to know.”

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Seeing that we're getting married, this might be a good time to start asking personal questions,” Jessie chuckled.

“Is this the real you?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind,” she laughed moving away from him. “I'm going to sleep. I'm exhausted. I won't make you sleep on the floor, but stay on your side of the bed.”