Kayla & the Rancher by Paige Tyler (e reader books .txt) 📗

Lucas and the other man must have sensed the tension beginning to

disappear from Cord as well because they released their hold on him and

took a step back. Glancing warily at Dalton Jeffries, Kayla saw him nod jerkily to the men that had been restraining him. When Matthew and the other man

didn’t release him quickly enough, he shrugged off their hold.

Kayla tensed, expecting him to lunge for her husband, but he merely gave her and Cord a contemptuous look.

“Enjoy your happiness while it lasts,” he sneered before turning on his heel.

Dalton Jeffries’ words sent a chill racing up Kayla’s backbone, and she stared at him in stunned silence as he pushed his way through the guests that had been crowded around the dance floor. Wetting her lips nervously, she turned back to Cord to find him watching the other man’s retreating form.

Almost as one, the guests around them began to whisper among themselves,

but anything they said was lost to her ears as the small group of musicians began to play again.

“What...what did he mean by that, do you think?” she asked Cord.

Her husband was silent a moment before answering, and when he did, he

reached up to gently caress her cheek. “He’s just all talk,” he admitted. “But like you said, this is our wedding day, and I don’t intend to let Jeffries or anyone else spoil it.” He grinned suddenly. “If I remember correctly, we were in the middle of a dance, weren’t we, sweetheart?”

Kayla allowed him to pull her close, but it was difficult for her to forget Dalton Jeffries words. Despite what Cord had said, he seemed to be finding it difficult to forget them as well because he was tense and preoccupied as they

danced. However, by the time they were ready to cut the cake a short time

later, both she and Cord had begun to relax.

Kayla would have headed back out onto the dance floor after they had

finished their cake, but Cord held onto her hand and pulled her behind a big oak tree.

“I’ve been waiting to get you alone all day,” he said huskily, his mouth against hers. “Do you think anyone will notice if we leave?”

She laughed lightly, as eager to be alone with him as he was with her. “I think it’s traditional for me to throw the bouquet before we do.”

He kissed her again, his mouth warm and insistent on hers. “Then throw it so that we can get out of here.”

There were only a handful of unmarried women in Copper Creek, and most of

them still in their teens, but Kayla barely had time to see which girl had caught the bouquet of daisies before Cord took her hand and hurried her out to the waiting cart.

“Why, Mr. Holderness, whatever will our guests think?” she asked

breathlessly, smiling at him as he lifted her into the cart.

“That I can’t wait to take my wife to bed,” he told her.

She blushed, looking around to see if anyone had heard. “Cord!”

He laughed. “Well, it’s true.”

The ride back to the ranch seemed to take longer than usual, and by the time they got there, Kayla was almost trembling with anticipation. Back in New

York, she had heard of girls that dreaded their wedding night, but she couldn’t wait to make love with her husband.

Since all of the ranch hands were still back in town, Cord had to unharness the horse from the wagon, then give him food and water before they could go inside. Rather than go up to the house while Cord did that, however, Kayla followed him into the barn.

For some reason, her eyes were drawn to the leather strap that Cord had

used to spank her with the other day. Glancing over her shoulder to make

sure that Cord wasn’t watching, she reached out and stroked the supple

leather with her fingers. Reaching up, she lifted the strap off the hook and held it in her hands. Her pulse fluttered as she remembered what the strap had felt like against her tender skin.

“Abigail?”

Still holding onto the strap, Kayla whirled around to face her husband. He glanced at the leather strap, but said nothing, merely lifting a brow.

Kayla didn’t know what made her do it. Perhaps it was the alcohol in the

punch she’d had to drink at the wedding. Or the fact that they were all alone here. Or perhaps she just wanted another spanking. Whatever it was, she

didn’t question the impulse, but simply gave herself over to it.

Her pulse skipping a beat, she walked over to where Cord stood and handed

him the strap without a word. Then, giving him a saucy look over her shoulder as she went, she sidled past him to walk over to the hay bale he’d bent her over the other day and bent over it of her own accord. With a naughty little smile, she slowly lifted her wedding dress to reveal her pantaloons. Had she known she was going to be spanked on her wedding night, she probably

wouldn’t have worn them at all, but as she slowly pushed them down, she

realized that the act of doing so while Cord watched excited her.

Cord had been hard most of the day, and now, gazing at his beautiful wife’s bare ass, all he wanted to do was step up behind her, grab her hips and

plunge deep inside her. But the thought of tanning her bottom made him even harder, especially since she obviously wanted it so much.

Doubling the strap in his hand, he let it slap lightly against her left cheek.

Despite the fact that it wasn’t at all hard, the leather still left a faint pink stain on her skin, and Abigail gasped. A slap to the other cheek resulted in a

matching rose-pink marking and a soft sigh that could only be one of

pleasure.

Tightening his grip on the leather, he smacked her again, a little harder this