The Sheriff's Mail-Order Bride (The Watson Brothers #2)(45)
“I can hear that brain of yours ticking away from here.” He kissed the top of her nose. “I’m not going to change my mind. I love you and I don’t care if we get married here in town, at the cottage, or in Vegas. So long as I marry you and gain a son in the process, I’m all for it.”
“I’ll understand if you want to change your mind, Rory. It’s a lot to take in.”
“I’m not changing my mind, not now even though it may have looked like it downstairs earlier.” He brushed a finger down her cheek, knowing he finally meant it. After a horrible moment of doubt in the kitchen with the lawyer, Rory had pushed his demons down and committed himself to standing by her side. “You know, last week I still had niggles of doubt flicker up every now and then. I don’t know, guess it’s me being guilty and not letting go of the past. But I figure if you’re prepared to take a chance on me, I should do the same. We both come with baggage, Gina. It’s not a case of whose is worse.”
“How did I get so lucky?” She sighed and snuggled into his chest, her lips on his warm skin.
“We both got lucky. I was in a bad place too. Now we have to make sure we do everything we can to stay together. Layla seems to know what she’s talking about and Chance thinks the world of her, so I figure we do as she suggests.”
“Yeah, I don’t suppose there’s any choice.”
“You’re thinking it’s a hardship to marry me?” He sounded wounded but she could hear the smile in his voice.
“Terrible hardship. At least you let me take it out on your body to make up for it.”
“Prove it then.” Rory hooked a leg over hers and snaked a hand down to cradle her butt.
“You lay back then, and let me do just that.” Gina pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. She lifted her arms and pulled the sleep shirt over her head, before throwing it to the floor. His gaze fell to her breasts and she cupped them in her hands. “These wouldn’t be favorites of yours, would they?”
His cock hardened and pressed into the clefts of her butt. With her thumb and finger, Gina tweaked her nipples, pulling them taut as Rory’s gaze smoldered. Her breath hitched as a wash of pleasure rolled over her body. She lifted her butt up and hovered over his cock, watching the emotions on his face.
He gasped when she slid down his body and lay on his legs, her face over his groin. Her hot breath quickened as she gripped his penis in her hand, running her thumb over the slit in the top. His own musky scent reached her nostrils as she lowered her head, mouth open to take him in.
Gina smiled to herself as her lips locked around him. His body jerked and his hands gripped the sheets either side of him. She raked her teeth over the sensitive edge of the skin on the head of his cock, while her other hand cupped his balls. She drew him in and then ran her tongue up the seam before drawing him in again.
His balls tightened in her hands and Gina put more force into her lips, pulling against him. Just as she thought he was going to explode in her mouth, she was lifted up and placed down on his lap. Rory slid into her in one swift move, making her gasp and grip his shoulders as he pumped into her.
Together they found the rhythm that brought them both to an explosive orgasm. Gina slid off of him and crawled into the shelter of his arms, falling asleep feeling protected and very loved.
Chapter Eighteen
“Well now, Rory. ’Tis a strange request you have there.” The reverend seemed to ponder the situation. “At the end of the day, you would have been married anyway so I really don’t have a problem with it so long as I think you’re well suited and you can arrange a license. It’s the way I work and I can’t change that for anything, goes against my principles you understand. When do I get to meet the young lady in question?”
Rory let the Irish lilt of the reverend’s voice wash over him, relieved that he hadn’t refused to consider the idea of a rushed marriage in his church. “That’s up to you, sir. I can bring her down or you can come up to the ranch. We’re staying at Chance’s place until our house is renovated. Place is pretty run down as it’s been empty for years.”
“I’d love to see her down here if you don’t mind. Perhaps she can come and bring the little man with her tomorrow? We can have a coffee in town and I can show her the church and see if it’s what she has in mind for her wedding. St James may not be to her liking.”
“How could she not like it? It’s the prettiest church for miles around.”
“I appreciate that, Rory. Regardless, we’ll have coffee in town. Don’t want to go scaring the dear girl.”
“Thanks. I know she’d appreciate that.”
“Tell me, Rory. What are the chances of you mending fences with your dear father? I know he’s missed you and a wedding in the family would be the perfect timing, don’t you think?” The priest looked at him keenly.
“I visited him the other day. Seems things were not as we were led to believe when we were younger.”
“Now isn’t that always the way? You have to understand, he’s a changed man now. I’m sure he’s sorry for his behavior, but he doesn’t deserve to lose his sons over it. He already lost so much when your dear mother died.”
Rory sat with his hands clenched. He had been prepared to forgive his father because he knew how he felt losing the love of his life, and he didn’t know how far Chance would go with mending the fences between them. That would be between the two men. “I agree, and I’m doing the best I can.” He stood up and held out his hand. “I’ll get Gina to come in tomorrow and have a chat with you. Thanks for everything, Reverend.”