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My lips land on hers, and I pull the clothes away from our bodies. I can’t seem to keep my hands and mouth off her. When we are completely naked, I move between her legs and settle my cock into her opening, but I don’t push forward.

“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Mary-Jane, but first I want to make slow, sweet love to you.”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

Thrusting inside her, I sheath my cock in her warm, slick heat. Her tight grip pulses around me, and I groan at the sensation. She’s so perfect, and I never thought it could be this good. This amazing.

At a lazy pace, I pull out and then make my way back in. I brush strands of hair away from her face and kiss her softly as we just enjoy the feeling of making love. The feeling of being one and being complete.

I can’t believe we’re going to have a baby. I’ve become engaged and a father all in one morning. There’s no telling what the rest of our lives is going to be like if this is how we’re starting. I can’t wait for the adventure to begin.

“I love you so much, Mary-Jane. And I love our baby.” I rest my hand on her belly between us, careful not to put too much pressure on her. “I’m just so happy.”

“Me too, Ty. Me too.”

I kiss down her neck to her breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then moving to the other. I love every inch of her as my thick cock fills her up. Her climax builds, and I feel her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing me tight.

“So close, Ty. I’m right there. Come with me.”

Two more long strokes and we explode together. I feel her pussy clench and quiver, cumming on me. I hold myself over her as I fill her up, and let my seed flood her tight womb.

Our lovemaking didn’t create this baby inside her, but it brought us together. And that’s the most important part. We have forever to work out the details, but the most important part is having her by my side.

Rolling us over, I put Mary-Jane on top of me without pulling out. She lies across my chest, and after a moment she sits up and starts to move. My cock hasn’t gone down since I met her, and it’s going to take a long time before it finally does.

I smile up at her as she moves slowly up and down, moaning with every pass. She looks like a goddess on my cock, and I want to lie here and worship her until my last breath. I grip her hips and help keep her steady as she rides. I’ve branded her with my baby, and now I want to imprint myself on her soul.

“Marry me today, darlin’. After this, I want to take you up to the courthouse and get the license. I don’t want another day to go by without making it legal. You and me and our baby. Make me the happiest man alive and marry me.”

“I’m yours, Ty. Me and our baby. I was yours from the moment we met, and I aim to keep you, too.”

It doesn’t take long before we’re both reaching our peak and climaxing together.

I want to do everything I can to seal this deal, and the thought of that drags me out of bed.

I grab my cell phone on the way out and call the first number on it.

“Hello?” Dolly says, still half asleep.

“I’m getting married today. Go get Blake and Trace and meet us at the courthouse. I’m gonna get ol’ Judge Thompson to run the papers through today. He owes me a favor after I broke his last horse.”

“What the fuck?” Dolly spits out, and I hang up.

I look over at Mary-Jane, who’s laughing at me. My smile matches her own as I pull her into the truck and make her sit in the middle, right beside me. Right where she’ll be for the rest of our lives.



Just over year later…

“I think she’s finally ready for you.”

I walk over and take Mary-Jane by the hand. My brother Blake sits in the grass with my son TJ and is talking to him about women. I just roll my eyes. He’s the last person in the world I want giving love life advice to my son. He’s all hung up on someone who won’t give him the time of day. But TJ’s babbling pretty good right now, so maybe he could offer up some help to Blake.

Mary-Jane and I walk over to the horse pen and take a look at Rarity. It took me a long time to break her in to where I felt comfortable enough for Mary-Jane to ride her, but I think the two of them are ready. Mary-Jane has been working with her alongside me, and I think something about her presence has gone a long way to soothe the horse. They’ve created a connection, and I’m happy that Rarity has bonded with my Mary-Jane.

“You ready?” I ask, squeezing her hand.

She looks at me with bright eyes and nods her head. “Yep. Today’s the day. “

Walking inside the pen, Mary-Jane walks up beside Rarity and strokes her neck. I stand back, leaning on the fence and watching as she talks to her in a calm, soothing voice. God, my wife is beautiful. If possible, she’s gotten more beautiful with every day that passes. She looked radiant the whole pregnancy with Ty Junior, or TJ as we call him, but even afterwards she still has that glow. Something about her just pulls at every part of my heart, and I love her more every day.

I watch as she climbs on Rarity and steadies her. They take a moment to adjust, and then Mary-Jane leans forward, petting her mane. She whispers words of calm to her, and after a few moments, they start to walk around the pen.

“She looks good up there.”

I look behind me at my brother and then back to Mary-Jane. Trace comes up beside me and leans on the fence.

“You keep looking at her and I’m gonna make it so it’s the last thing you see.”

“Calm down, big bro. I don’t want your woman. I just meant she’s doing a good job here on the ranch. Jesus, you get so touchy with her.”

I look over at him and then give him a smirk. “Just wait. One day you’ll find the one, and then you’ll want to keep her away from every other man on the planet.”

“Pfft,” he scoffs. “I’m never settling down. Blake is the one with goo-goo eyes over that girl in town.” He turns around to face him and little TJ sitting in the grass. “Me? I’m gonna stay single. I don’t need the drama of women. All I need is my land and my horse.”

“Spoken like a true Texan.”

I look back at Mary-Jane, and she beams at me. I give her a little wave, and she blows me a kiss. I catch it and then blow her one back. It’s silly and stupid and I don’t fucking care. I love that goddamn woman and I’m not afraid to show it.

“One day, little brother. One day you’ll change your mind. She’ll turn your world upside down, and you’ll beg it to stay that way. Mark my words.”


When Clare Stevens walked onto the McCallister ranch, she expected her life to be a certain way. She was the mail-order bride of the owner, and she was to fulfill her duties. Clean the house, cook for his men, and warm his bed at night. What she didn't expect was the beefy cowboy who walked in and literally swept her off her feet.

Cash McCallister didn't have time to date and find a wife. So a mail-order bride seemed the easiest way to find a partner. He thought he'd made a mistake until he laid eyes on the little piece of sunshine that lit up his life. He never imagined a true love like this. He never knew an obsession could take hold so tightly.

When drama hits the farm and their fast love is threatened, can Clare and Cash hold it together?

Warning: This is literally as cliché as it sounds...and just as awesome. It's country living with high-calorie foods and easy sunsets. Come sit on the porch and stay a while. You'll like what you see.

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This book is for those of us lucky enough to have a night under the stars while sipping Boone’s Farm. Here’s to the backs of trucks, cowboy hats, and tight jeans. Yeehaw!