Melody woke and stretched. She didn’t feel Luc next to her nor could she hear him in the shower. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, Melody stood gingerly and slipped on his shirt from the day before. He had noticed early on that she liked to wear his previous day’s shirt the next morning and so had begun to hang them on the bed poster at the foot of their bed on her side. She smiled. Even though all of her girly parts were screaming at her to get back in bed, Melody was quite sure she’d never felt more wonderful in her entire life. Luc loved her and wanted to marry her.

He had made good on his threatened promise the night before. He had repeatedly mounted her from behind the way a stallion mounts his mares. He had ridden her hard and long through most of the night, making her keep the butt plug in her bottom as he did so. Several times as he thrust his cock in and out of her, he’d mimicked the action with the butt plug so that in essence he was doubly fucking her. She had never felt so utterly used and satisfied. It wasn’t until he pulled her to him this morning that he had removed the plug.

She opened the door to their room and could tell he was cooking. Both the sounds and the smells confirmed that. Joyously she ran to join him.

“You’re certainly in a good mood,” he said, laughing. “I’ll have to remember that regardless of how you protest, fucking your pussy while I have something filling your ass is very effective in restoring you to good humor.”

“And you know what else?” she said, opening his fly and freeing his quickly hardening cock.

“What?” he asked as he took their breakfast from the stove and walked her toward the kitchen table.

“Your cock has been gone too long from my pussy. You need to fix that.”

Luc laughed as he reached between her legs and stroked her cunt, ensuring that she was wet enough for him to mount without additional foreplay. He set her up on the table, parted her legs so he could step between them, and then slid her toward him, spearing her with his cock.

“Luc,” she cried out as he drove home.

Luc held her by her thighs and pummeled her pussy with his cock. Repeatedly he pulled almost all of the way out of her before ramming himself back in until he could go no further. It only took a few hard strokes for Melody to climax. He didn’t even seem to notice. He fucked her through a total of three orgasms before allowing himself his own release as she called his name and he groaned heavily with deep satisfaction.

“You, my beautiful wife-to-be, are a very naughty girl.”

“And you love me for it.”

Luc laughed. “You have found me out. That I do. I can’t think of anything that makes me happier than knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with you—laughing, loving...”

“Fucking,” she offered with dancing eyes.

Luc nodded. “Yes, fucking... and fucking whatever pleasure portal of yours I choose. Not to mention spanking that glorious ass of yours for discipline and fun.”

“You know the only problem with fucking me here on the table?”

“Problem? I don’t recall a problem. I do recall hearing you make a lot of pleasured noises and coming several times. Neither of which is, in my humble opinion, a problem.”

Melody loved the fact that he was still buried in her. She threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately. “We’re here and breakfast is over there,” she said, gesturing to where he’d left their breakfast on the stove.

“Not a problem. Wrap your legs around my back.”

“What?” she asked.

“You heard me,” he said, pulling her even closer. “Wrap your legs around my back.”

She did so and gasped as he lifted her by her thighs and carried her back into the kitchen.

“Pick up the pan. Everything should be finished and grab the fork.”

When she’d done so, he carried her still impaled on his cock back to the table where once again he gently placed her. They proceeded to have breakfast as they often did eating out of whatever pan they had prepared breakfast in and sharing a single fork to feed each other.

Finally, she felt him begin to pull out of her.

Locking her legs around him, she said, “No, please.”

“Enough, souris. I have things to do as do you.”

“No. It’s Saturday; my boss doesn’t make me work the weekends.”

“Then you should start planning our wedding. And do not think to keep me waiting with some long engagement. I understand Martin Scott can be persuaded to marry off naughty little girls if they’re being difficult about saying I do.”

She grinned. “And how would you know that?”

“Ryder had a backup plan in case Sierra threw a tantrum.”

Melody laughed. “Of course he did.”

He uncoupled from her, kissing her as he did so.

“But wife-to-be or no, you are still grounded to the house.”

Before Melody could protest, he kissed her again and there was a knock on the door. Sierra poked her head in with her hand, covering her eyes.

“The two of you decent?” she asked happily.

“I am, but the bullfighter here needs to put his cock back in his jeans.”

“Melody,” Luc scolded.

Melody found great humor in the fact that he almost appeared to be blushing.

“You through with it?” Sierra asked politely. “‘Cause I can come back.”

“Unfortunately he tells me I have to be for a while as your husband is a task master and is making him work.”

“Yeah, Ryder can be a real jerk that way.”

“That’s enough out of both of you,” Luc said, chuckling. He tucked his shirt into his jeans and buckled his belt. “And you may be decent enough for her, but she’s the only other person who can see you in that few clothes.” He kissed her again. “Behave yourself... both of you.”

Sierra closed the door behind him.

“My, my... he seems to be in an awfully good mood this morning.”

“He ought to be,” said Melody, laughing. “God knows he fucked me enough times last night.”

“Isn’t that just the best? But it’s more than that. He’s been happy ever since you got here. Happier once the two of you were sleeping together. Ryder has known him a long time and he says Luc has never been happier or more at peace. So what changed last night?”

“I finally told him what’s been bothering me.”

Sierra hugged her. “I’m so glad. I know it’s been weighing on you and not knowing and worrying about it has been killing him. Dare I ask what it was?”

“Well, I was glad to hear the two of you had ruled out murder.”

Sierra laughed. “Yeah... and that jackass of an ex-partner you had? He’d best never show his ugly face in Idaho. Luc wants to take him apart. We had Martin Scott send him a cease and desist letter to tell him we’d sue for defamation and slander. Please tell me you weren’t married to him or if you were that you’re filing for divorce.”

“Gawd, to hear what you all were afraid of. But I do want to apologize to you. I didn’t exactly lie, but I sort of led you to believe something that wasn’t true.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s trivial. I’ve loved every minute of working with you and consider you to be one of my closest friends.”

“I can’t ride. And I’m afraid of horses.”

“Bullshit. If you were afraid you’d never have gone in with Queenie or confronted the mustang stallion. And so you don’t know how to ride? Big deal, I’ll teach you.”

“Luc said he would.”

“No, Luc will figure out a way to make it all sexy so he can fuck you some place or some way he hasn’t yet. I’ll actually teach you how to ride. But seriously, that’s what’s had you so concerned?”

Melody nodded. “Though lately I think it was more that I felt I’d lied to all of you and you’re my closest friend too.”

Sierra held up her hand with her little finger crooked. “Pinky swear... I never had anyone to do that with... we don’t keep secrets from each other ever.”

Melody hooked her little finger with Sierra’s. “Me either. Pinky swear. Oh, and I’m not sure it’s for publication, but there might be another reason he’s in such a good mood.”

“Tell me!”

“He kind of asked me to marry him. Well, actually he just sort of informed me we were getting married.”

“That’s kind of what Ryder did the second time. Told me he was putting my ring back on my finger and if I ever took it off again, he’d blister my backside. It’s never left my finger.”

Melody giggled. “That’s better than mine. I was sitting naked on his lap with a welted ass, a plug in up my bum, bawling my eyes out because I felt so rotten for not telling him. My face was all blotchy; my nose was running. I was a mess. He just kept cuddling me close and telling me it would be alright.”

Sierra sighed. It seemed to Melody that her friend was genuinely happy for her.

“Don’t you just love it when they do that?” asked Sierra in a dreamy voice. “They’re all big and tough and half the time it’s after he’s spanked my ass good for misbehaving and he’ll just let me cry and get snot all over his chest... ain’t love grand?”

Melody smiled. “It is indeed, my friend. It is indeed.”

“So how long do you have?”

“For what?”

“To get married, silly. He isn’t going to wait forever,” teased Sierra.

“So he told me. He also told me that Martin Scott could be persuaded to do the deed with a protesting bride. Apparently Ryder had that lined up in case you decided to throw a tantrum.”

“That rat! But given how I fucked up our first attempt, I suppose he kind of had cause.”

“I’ve planned so many weddings. Now here I am with mine and don’t even know where to start.”

“I know you’re the wedding planner, but can I make a suggestion?”

“Absolutely,” said Melody.

“We should have at least a couple of the actual ceremony sites done in a month or two. And if you know which one you want, we can landscape it. The kitchen should also be done. You could have it here and we could do pictures for the brochure. What do you think? Terrible idea? Or you could go to France. We have a cottage there you could use to honeymoon.”

“I think I may see if Luc wants to go to France to honeymoon. That would be great. But I love the idea of getting married here. Most everyone I’d want to invite is either at Crooked Creek or Flying M. And if we invite a lot of the surrounding ranch families and crews and folks from town, we could get a lot of word of mouth advertising.”

“That would be great,” said Sierra. “But I want this to be about your wedding... not publicity for the business.”

“Didn’t you and Ryder get married on New Year’s Eve?”

Sierra nodded.

“What if Luc and I get married on the Fourth of July in the afternoon and then have people stay for fireworks?”

“I think that would be great! And we could start a new tradition here at Crooked Creek and keep the old one going at Flying M.”

Melody looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“Flying M has been throwing the be-all-end-all New Year’s Eve party for as long as I remember. What if we throw a second party every year here on the Fourth of July?”

“That would be great fun! And guests would love it! A built-in party and they don’t have to drive.”

“So what about a dress. And when is he getting you a ring?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” said Melody wistfully. “I just know that he loves me and wants to spend his life with me.”

“In other words,” teased Sierra, “he’s found a beautiful woman he can fuck as often and in as many ways as he likes and when she pisses him off he can beat her ass.”

Melody laughed. “That about covers it. As you said... ain’t love grand?”

“It is indeed. I need to go run a quick errand. I know you can’t go, but do you want anything from town?”

“No, I’m good. And Sierra? Thanks for not being upset with me.”

“Sweetie, the only thing I’m upset about is that you ever thought I’d care. But I suspect Luc made you pay for that bit of foolishness last night.”