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absurdthirst · 2 months ago

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Run to You {Rancher!Agent Whiskey x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 22.5k

Warnings: 1800s AU, domestic violence, threats of sexual assault, fainting, hatred, loss, death, wariness, protectiveness, talking to ghosts, flirting, discussions of sexual acts, innocence, loss of virginity, oral sex (male and female receiving), technical adultery, fighting, gun violence, fear of being hanged, marriage vows.

Comments: Escaping from your husband, you run onto Jack Daniel's land. Begging him to help you, keep you safe from the monster you had been married to. Jack hates your husband, so he takes you in. Teaching you that you can trust him because he will protect you.

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The sky is painted with red, orange, and pink. It's picturesque, and Jack adjusts his grip on the reins as he watches the sun set on another day. He's exhausted after working his land. The ranch that he paid for with coins he fought hard for. It's his sanctuary, and he is determined to maintain his peace. His horse huffs and he chuckles, patting his side, "don't worry, bud, we will get you fed." With a sigh, he prepares to go home just when he sees something running across his field. Wait...it's someone. Jack squints, back straightening until he sees it's a woman. Your screams hit his ears, and he immediately tightens his grip on the reins. "Help! Please! Help!" You scream, dress ripped and face bloody as you run towards him. He is on guard, glancing around to see if you're a distraction, but when you approach him, he sees the terror in your eyes. "What's wrong, girl?" He demands, his pistol on his hip and his fingers twitching with the urge to grab it. "Please. He's - he's trying to - help me." You sob and Jack nods, seeing the authenticity in your pleading. He reaches out towards you, offering you his hand, and you grab it. He swings you onto his horse behind him, kicking his side to gallop towards his home. You cling to him and he doesn't say anything until he stops outside his home. He swings his leg over and you look down at him when he stands and offers his hand to you. "You gonna sit on the horse all damn night, little lady?" He asks, raising his eyebrows. You shake your head and he helps you down, taking his horse over to the rail to tie him up until he can deal with him. "You gonna start tellin' me what the fuck is goin' on?" He asks, placing his hands on his hips as he looks at you until your eyes roll back. He barely manages to catch you before you hit the floor. "Goddamnit." He mutters, carrying you into his home.

The stone and log house isn’t as grand as some of the larger ranch houses around here, but it’s solid and warm. Jack kicks the door closed behind him and rushes to lay you down on the impractical sofa that his late wife had chosen for the parlor. He gently sets your head on the cushion and steps back, admiring your profile before deciding to get you some water and a rag to help you come back to your senses. “What the hell is happening over there?” Jack asks himself as he dips a clean cloth into the water bucket after pouring a glass of water. He knows the ranch that it seems like you had run from and he doesn’t like them at all. They push to graze their cattle on his land, something Jack and his cowboys have to be wary of.

You hear clanging and cursing and you wince, head throbbing as you struggle to open your eyes. You huff, sitting up slowly to look around and that’s when you begin to realize you are in a strange place. You gasp just as Jack walks out of the kitchen to see you sitting up. “Ah you’re awake, how you feelin’ sugar?”

The way you eye him warily, as if you don’t remember running to him for help has him chuckling. “You musta knocked your head good.” He shakes his head and ambles over, holding out the cup of cool water and the rag.

You don’t take the water from him, cautious as you watch him move across the room. “You don’t remember? I was ridin’ home and you came runnin’ towards me. Bout scared me and my horse but you begged for help so I brought you here and you collapsed. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Can you remember what you were runnin’ from?” He asks, slowly kneeling down on one knee next to you.

He waits for you to answer but you refuse to say a word, making him frown slightly before he rubs his fingers over his mustache. “Name’s Jack Daniels.” He decides that maybe you just need some information on him. “Most call me Agent Whiskey, seein’ how I used to be a Federal Marshall that used to investigate bootlegged whiskey.” He smirks. “Never managed to find any.” He winks playfully at you before letting the easy smile slide off his face. “So you’re safe with me, sugar.”

You stare at him, wanting to believe him, but you’ve been in danger for so long it’s hard to kick the feeling that something is going to happen to you. He holds up the glass of water again and you tentatively reach out to take the cup from his hand. He nods and leans back a little. “You wanna tell me what you were runnin’ from?” He asks softly, not wanting to spook you again.

Deciding that your thirst was worth the risk of whatever he might have added to the water, you lift the cup to your lips, moaning at the wetness. “My- my husband.” You admit with a wince. “Judd Miller.”

Jack’s eyes widen, eyebrows raised at a name he knows too well. “You - he got married?” He asks and you nod, swallowing another gulp. “I was - I am from New York. My father arranged for my marriage to Judd without us ever meeting. I was sent here on the train and we married the first night I arrived but he - he’s a monster.” You finish in a whisper and Jack frowns, knowing what the man is like. “I’m sorry, sugar.” He murmurs, “why’d you run? What happened?”

****

“You get back here, you bitch!” You reach the stairs, heels pounding on the wood as you race for the front door. You need to get out of this house, away from Judd. Reaching for the knob, you fling the door open and race towards the porch, the hitch post where his horse is still waiting for him. “Hurry up!” You hiss to yourself, hands shaking when you unwrap the reins, only to drop them when there’s a crash from inside the house you had just slept in for one night before trying to flee. The horse bolts off, leaving your only option to try to escape on foot.

“Get back here, you fucking bitch.” Judd shouts as he runs out the door, tempted to get his shotgun but he wants you in one piece. Ain’t nobody wanna fuck a dead wife. He growls, stomping to run after you. “Come back ‘ere. I promise I’ll treat you good. Will even let you close your eyes. You don’t have to watch me fuck you.” He promises as he follows the path you took into the woods. “Come on honey. Don’t be shy. I just wanna take what’s mine.” He coos, stepping into the trees, listening to any noises of you nearby.

You don’t want to be his. Judd is disgusting, the blackness of his soul oozing out of his eyes as he had stared at you. You try to catch your breath, needing to keep quiet. Why did your father send you here? Why this man?

Judd grunts, checking behind a tree, and he growls when he doesn’t find you. “Come out, come out wherever you are, girl. Come ‘ere wife. I just wanna fulfill my husbandly duties.” He coos, his head turning when he hears a twig snap in two just in time to see you running. He growls, chasing after you, and he manages to grab your dress. Your scream echoes in the wood and he wraps his arm around you. His hand covering your mouth to smother your scream. You react immediately, biting down on his hand, and he yelps, “fuck!” His hand immediately smacks your face, stars flashing in your eyes and you swear you taste blood. His grip on you loosens and you take your chance. Stomping on his foot, you shove him back and try to run despite your head spinning.

“You bitch! You just wait until I get my hands on you!” His foot hurts too badly to immediately rush after you although he is certain he will catch you. There’s nowhere for you to go. Only that Daniels asshole to the east of here and Judd wasn’t concerned about him. “I’ll make you think twice before you run again!” He bellows. “You hear me girl! I’ll make you regret it!”

****

Jack clenches his jaw, his eyes on the gash on your forehead from Judd’s ring hitting your face, and he wants to grab his pistol and go kill the bastard. He inhales deeply when he sees you flinch at the look on his face. “Lemme take care of that cut.” He murmurs, reaching up to gently grip your chin. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He promises, touching you when you relax. He tilts your head, “let’s get you cleaned up. You hungry?” He asks, wondering if you want some of the stew he has cooking.

Your eyes widen, surprised that he is being so gentle, offering you food. “I-“ your stomach lets out an outrageous sound right as you start to refuse. Your cheeks start to burn and he chuckles softly. “As soon as I get you fixed up, I’ll grab you a bowl.” He promises, making you wonder why your parents couldn’t have chosen someone like this handsome, kind stranger rather than Judd. “Thank you.” You murmur softly.

Jack shifts to stand, grabbing his supplies from the kit he keeps. He lives alone so he has a lot of injuries he has to treat himself. He kneels beside you again, grabbing a piece of cotton to dab at the blood on your forehead. You’re even more beautiful up close and he tries to focus on helping you. That’s what you need from him. “You wanna tell me what New York is like? I’ve never been.” He asks, trying to distract you.

“It is almost indescribable.” You admit, voice hushed as you think back to your home. “Buildings that reach the sky. Every luxury you could want right at your fingertips. Electricity. No lamps. A toilet inside, and not a bucket. Libraries, all the books you could read just waiting for you to pick them up.” You sigh wistfully, hating that your personal trunk filled with books is now in Judd’s possession. He will probably burn them.

Jack sees the passion in your eyes and he smiles, glad to see some life return back to your form as he cleans your cut. "Sounds like a mighty fine place. I was born and raised in the west. I ain't been to a city like that." He confesses, "and for the record, I got books." He jerks his chin over to the shelf, smirking at you.

You’re a little embarrassed, afraid you insulted the man who saved you. “What kind of books do you like to read, Mr. Daniels?” You ask politely but his answer astonishes you. “Oh a little of everything. Medical journals and such, a little bit of philosophy, my late wife, rest her soul, enjoyed those scandalous dime novels the good ladies at the church have palpitations over.” He chuckles. “So I had to keep them. Kept me from having to turn down dinner every Sunday to be introduced to their daughters.

Your wide eyes make him chuckle and he watches your mouth open and close a couple of times. "I am sure you are a popular gentleman." You observe, not blind to see how handsome he is. He chuckles, shrugging one shoulder, "I do not desire a simpering woman who will not want to help me with our home. I do not desire a woman who cowers from the harsh realities of ranch life." He confesses, "and...and I have yet to meet anyone who could compare to my beautiful late wife."

Why couldn’t your father want this kind of man for you? “I don’t know the harsh realities of ranch life.” You admit softly, staring down at your soft, unmarked hands. “And your wife must have been beautiful.” You’re jealous, envious of a dead woman curling in your gut. It is because your ‘husband’ would never speak of you that way, never.

“She was.” He murmurs, lost in the memories of his wife. That tragic night she was taken from him so many years ago. You hiss when he presses too hard on the cut and he pulls his hand back, “sorry, little lady.” He reaches for the salve he keeps on hand for his own injuries and applies some to your wound. “There ya go. You’ll be shiny like a new penny in no time.” He promises, “now, let’s get you some grub.”

“Grub?” You frown at the word and Jack snorts. “Food, little lady.” He clarifies. “Stew. It’s venison, more meat than anything, but I never have time to plant a vegetable garden and I’m tired of beans.”

You listen to him ramble as you follow him through the house to the kitchen, the warmth of the space inviting, although it would be better if there was the scent of freshly baked bread.

He strides over to the stove, grabbing the spoon to stir the stew. “Sit yourself down. You only just woke up. I’ll get you a bowl and you can eat. You need your energy after your fall.” He grunts, reaching for a bowl so he can scoop some stew up. “Eat.” He demands, placing the bowl and a spoon down on the table in front of you.

He’s not fawning over you, but it’s probably the most cared for you’ve felt since you learned you would be coming to this place and marrying Judd. “Thank you.” You murmur softly. “Are you going to eat with me?” You ask, spooning up a bit of tender looking meat.

He nods, reaching for his own bowl. “I was comin’ home to eat this when you ran in front of me.” He snorts, spooning some stew into his bowl. He wastes no time sitting down opposite you, digging into his food with a grunt.

“So….” You take a sip and it’s a little saltier than you were expecting but it’s good. Hot and flavorful. “You live here all alone? No one else?” Jack chuckles. “Hands live in the bunkhouse.” He tells you. “They take their meals there, and they don’t often come up here for a social call.” He shrugs slightly. “Just me up here in the main house.”

He shovels the food into his mouth, eating like the food is going to disappear, and he sees you watching him. He swallows, shifting to sit up. “Sorry ma’am. It’s been a while since I had the honor of eatin’ dinner with a lady.” He explains, taking a smaller spoonful, making sure to take his time.

“Do not apologize.” You smile slightly as you take another sip of the soup. “Do all ranchers eat with such gusto?” You ask curiously. “I imagine it is taxing work.�� Jack nods. “Best thing to come home to is a hot meal.” He tells you. “Even better when you don’t have to cook it.”

You nod in understanding. “I can imagine food is the first thing on your mind and you must be exhausted. I’m certain you’d prefer someone to cook for you.” You murmur and Jack nods, “yes. The ranch hands are always moanin’ about not havin’ a lady of the house to cook but I tell them to quit whinin’ and make a campfire.” He snorts, taking another spoonful of the stew.

You almost volunteer to cook for him right then, but your mother always cautioned you to not play your hand too early. Before she had died, she had been teaching you how to get around navigating in a man’s world. How to lead your husband to the happy home you wished for, although you know she would have never agreed for you to be married off to Judd. “Well, your stew is delicious.” You hum.

Jack is pleased with your compliment. He smiles, nodding his head, “why thank you kindly.” He watches you eat for a moment, the dainty nature of your posture, and he wonders how you ever ended up in the Wild West. “Tell me about yourself, sugar. What did you do back home?”

“Oh, um….” You look down at the soup and sigh. “I am afraid that my time was taken up by social calls and activities that were proper for a lady of my standing.” You roll your eyes. “When I was able to escape that, I spent time in the gardens and the kitchen with my father’s staff.”

Jack frowns at that. “That doesn’t sound like a fulfilled life. I ain’t really one for social anything. Prefer to keep to myself nowadays. Must’ve been exhausting. Unless - unless you like that sorta kind of course.” He adds hastily, “I’m sorry you were brought out here.”

“I can’t go back there.” You shudder and your shoulders round in worry. “He’s horrible and I know that he will - he wants-“ you bite your lip, cheeks flaming with embarrassment. “We married yesterday and he was too drunk to-“

Jack clenches his jaw, glancing across to the window. He knows what kind of man Judd is. He shakes his head, “you don’t need to worry about that, sugar. Ole Jack will keep you safe. You ain’t going back to him if I’m alive and kicking. We will figure out how to get you back to New York before he figures out where you are.”

Your heart swells for a split second before you crash again. “I cannot go back to New York.” You admit with a heavy sigh. “My father would just put on the first train back to Judd.” You blink back tears and spoon up another sip of the soup.

Jack shifts to sit back in his seat, “your father would send you back to a man as vile as Judd?” He asks and your little nod breaks his heart. You look so defeated. “You’ll stay here then until we can figure out what you wanna do next. If you help me around the house, I’ll pay you coins that you can use for your journey and new life. Does that sound fair?” Jack asks, eyebrows raised. He’s not a rich man so he can’t just give you the coins but he wants to help you.

“That is-“ you choke up slightly, feeling safe for the first time in weeks, since you boarded the train to bring you to Judd. “Thank you.” You murmur softly, reaching out and touching his hand, even though that could be considered a breach in manners. “I will do whatever I need to help.” You promise.

Your soft hand touching his has his heart lurching in his chest and he suddenly struggles to swallow. He nods, watching you pull your hand back a moment later. "Happy to help, ma'am." He murmurs, "the fellas will be happy if you cook. They will worship the ground you walk on." He chuckles, taking another spoonful of stew.

“You said you had not planted a garden?” You ask, biting your lip. “Perhaps I could look at starting one? I love working in a garden.” Cooking might be a little more challenging, but you had spent plenty of time in the kitchen for the house. They had taught you well.

Jack nods, “that’ll be - I’d appreciate your green thumb. I kill any plant I touch.” He confesses with a chuckle, “and cooking? Anything that we ain’t gotta cook is good grub to us.” He promises, “tomorrow I’ll show you around the ranch. Judd doesn’t come out this way. He knows to stay off my land.” He promises, “and I’ll tell him I ain’t seen no woman if he approaches me and I’ll order the fellas to do the same.”

“Thank you.” You smile and hope that Judd doesn’t surprise Jack. From the way that Jack spoke, there’s been some issues between him and the other rancher. “I hope you don’t regret this.”

****

After dinner is cleaned up, Jack wipes his hands on his jeans, “I, uh, I will give you the bed. I can sleep on the floor or the couch.” He assures you despite knowing his back will be fucked for tomorrow. “My late wife…I still have her clothes. So you’ll have nightwear and something to wear each day. I think they’ll fit you.” He eyes you for a second and makes his way over to the stairs. “You’re welcome to follow.” He says when you remain still, and he stomps up the steps.

You shouldn’t trust Jack, but you don't have much of a choice. Getting to the stairs and then slowly climbing them, looking out over the living space as you climb. “I could sleep on your couch.” You offer. “That way I could get up early enough to make breakfast.”

Jack looks at you as you stand on the steps, “my mama, bless her soul, would beat me black and blue if I let a lady sleep on the couch while I had the bed. No, you’ll sleep in here. It’s upstairs too. You’ll be safer in case something happens. I’ll be right there by the door with my shotgun.” He promises, wanting you to feel safe.

"Alright, Jack." His colorful visual of what his mother would have done has you imagining a small woman scolding a younger Jack, perhaps pulling his ear. "If you insist." You will see if there is anywhere you can sleep that would give him his bed back. You finish climbing the stairs and join him on the landing.

He walks over to the set of drawers and opens the top one, reaching for a nightdress that his late wife would’ve worn and he holds it out towards you. “Here ya go, ma’am.” You take it and he shifts to make his way from the room. “Toilet is outside. You can wake me up if you need to go. If you want to go now, I can stand guard. There’s a sink and stuff over in the corner.” He points to the sink and shifts awkwardly, “so I’ll let you settle in.”

“I-“ you wince slightly, remembering that none of the houses around here have indoor toilets. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to go now before the sun sets.”

Jack nods, “let’s go, little lady.” He makes his way downstairs, grabbing his shotgun in case Judd or his men have somehow gotten brave enough to come to his home. You shiver when you walk outside and he stands guard, glancing around at the trees surrounding his home.

"The toilet isn't too far." You are grateful for that, wishing that you didn't feel so exposed. "Don't like stumbling around in the dark." Jack admits. "There's wolves out here, so don't come out without me or a gun." You choke back a laugh. "I don't know how to use a gun." You admit and he huffs. "I'll teach you. You need to know to live out here."

Jack stands guard while you do your business and he will take a piss outside once you’re fully situated. You make your way back inside and he locks the door to show you he’s serious about your safety. “Anything happens, you scream and I’ll be there to shoot the bastard.” He commands and you nod. He watches you make your way upstairs and he sets his gun in the corner, working on stripping down for the night. His boots by the door, his hand on the rack, and he grunts as he lays down on the couch. “Goddamn Mary, darlin’. I love you dearly but this fuckin’ couch.” He murmurs as he looks up at the ceiling. Reaching over to turn off the oil lamp and he sighs, wondering what he’s gonna do with you to get you away from Judd.

You are exhausted, feeling safe for the first time since you had been told you were getting married. Undressing doesn't take long and you are thankful that Jack's late wife had clothes that would work. Grateful for the pitcher of water in the wash stand as you pour it into the bowl and reach for the rag and the crock of soap. You had French milled soap in your trunks, now in Judd's house and you wish you could just get your things back. Slipping into the bed, you smell him, Jack. All over the sheets, the smell of man and leather seems to surround you. Making you sigh and close your eyes, wishing he wasn't so damn handsome.

****

Jack hears the footsteps on the stairs, and he turns his head to see you walking into the kitchen moments later. “Mornin’ ma’am. You like coffee? Got some brewing and some eggs I collected moments ago if you’re interested.” He nudges the eggs in the steel pan.

Your eyes are barely open and it seems like Jack has been awake for hours. You had gotten dressed in the darkness and assumed you would be the first one up. "Morning comes early on a ranch." You mumble, never one for early mornings. "I will get started on breakfast right away." You promise, knowing that you need to uphold your end of the bargain.

“All done, darlin’ but you could butter the toast.” He gestures to the table where the toast is already plated and butter next to it. “There’s jelly that I purchased from the ole gal in town.” He says, “and eggs are ready. Sit down.” He orders, sliding the eggs onto the plates before he carries them over to place them on the table.

"I- I am so sorry that I overslept." You stammer, rushing. over to help him but Jack waves you off towards and enamel cup. "Pour yourself some coffee, darlin'. I've got this." He assures you and it makes you feel guilty. "I'm always up early, so don't worry about me." He shrugs. "You slept hard last night. Probably the first good night's sleep in weeks."

You are surprised by his easy going nature. Your father would’ve reprimanded you for sleeping so late. A proper lady isn’t lazy, he’d said. Judd had you up early to prepare his hangover cure. Jack watches you pour some coffee and he sips his own cup, “I’ll always be up before you. Ain’t no use you risin’ so early when I gotta feed the animals first.”

"Then at least wake me up when you leave so I can have the coffee ready when you get back." You take a sip of the coffee and sigh blissfully. "I think today I should look over the supplies you have and perhaps go over what meals you would like to have." You offer. "And inspect the garden area?"

Jack wipes his mustache and nods, setting his coffee down. “Whatever you feel like, ma’am. I would suggest goin’ into town but I don’t want word of your whereabouts gettin’ back to Judd. I can go fetch supplies or get one of the boys to do it if you make a list.” He promises, reaching for his fork to begin eating his eggs.

“Thank you.” You bite your lip. “I wish I had some way of getting my things from Judd.” You sigh softly and then pick up the platter of eggs and start scooping them onto Jack’s plate. You should at least serve him since you didn’t cook. “But I will live without them.”

Jack hums, not wanting to make promises but there might be a way for him to retrieve your things. He has a contact on Judd’s land who owes him a favor. “What things did you bring with you?” He asks, wanting to make a mental list.

You sigh again, putting the plate of eggs down and putting some toast on the plate for him. “I had two trunks.” You admit. “One was filled with books and my clothes. The other was filled with things I had made with my mother.” You smile sadly. “I never even got to wear the wedding dress she made me.”

Jack makes a mental note to make sure this contact retrieves your things but he doesn’t let that show on his face as he digs into his eggs. He reminds himself to eat a little slower and he watches you as you put some jelly on the toast that’s a little stale but he hasn’t had a chance to get some bread from the lady in town. “I’m sure you woulda looked mighty pretty in that wedding dress.”

You fluster slightly and shoot him a small smile before taking a bite of your toast. “You are a flatterer as well as a white knight.” You tease. “Do the men eat lunch as well, or just dinner and breakfast here?” You ask, wanting to get into a routine as quickly as possible. Cooking for ranch hands sounds a lot better than being in Judd’s bed and being his wife.

Jack shakes his head, "mainly breakfast and dinner. We are usually far out heardin' cattle or dealin' with the fences so we grab something to eat from the land or we wait. Usually the smokes keep us goin'." He chuckles, "they ain't fussy either. They will eat what's given to 'em."

“Breakfast and dinner.” You agree, although you might have to have some cookies or something available for the men to have. “I think that I can manage that.” You smile and pick up your fork to eat a bite of eggs. “So you have chickens. And cattle. Do you have milk cows as well?”

He nods, looking up at you as he leans towards his plate, "yes ma'am. I usually get up to milk the cows and collect the eggs. Then I move on to other duties." He explains and shoves some egg into his mouth.

“I see.” You nod. “Then you will have to show me these chores and I will take them over.” Even if you’ve never milked a cow, you will learn. Your father had sent you to this place for god only knows what reason, but you won’t wither away.

Jack chuckles at the thought of you shoveling cow shit but he nods, "whatever you wanna do, ma'am. It's my way of life. I ain't lookin' to make you shovel cow shit but I would like a home cooked meal. Lord knows my mama didn't teach me to cook. I've had to figure it all out myself after my wife passed."

“Oh.” You press your lips together. “Then it is lucky you didn’t starve to death.” You tell him, trying not to laugh at the horrible meals that must have been normal for him to learn. “I have all of my favorite recipes from our cook.” You tell him proudly. “I would haunt the kitchen and she taught me everything she could.”

He smiles at your enthusiasm, "well, I look forward to trying her recipes made by your hands. You lemme know what you need and it's yours." He promises, finishing his plate and he picks up his coffee to down it. You are still eating and he reaches into his pocket for a smoke. "I better go meet the fellas. Let you get settled. If you need anything, you holler. There's a bell on the door that travels pretty darn far if you need me. If you're in trouble, scream and use the shotgun in the corner." He says seriously, "but you should be safe here. Ain't no way Judd would have the balls to cross into my land." He promises, lighting his cigarette before he stands up and reaches for his coat.

“Oh!” You stand up with him, making him huff and wave you to sit down. “Finish your breakfast darlin’.” He tells you, sliding his arms into the thick leather coat. You wonder if it’s cow leather or perhaps some kind of game. “I will.” You promise, sitting back down and feeling a little off kilter that this man would be so relaxed about chores. Judd had expected you to drop everything to attend to him. It was why your trunks were still untouched and unpacked, you hadn’t had time to do anything.

Jack watches you as you sit back down and he reaches up to take the cigarette from his lips. "See you later, sugar." He winks and makes his way to the back door, opening it and he shuts it behind him, wanting to make sure it's locked. He will come back to check on you later, make sure you are safe and none of Judd's cronies are sniffing around. He strides towards the stables, ready to work but his thoughts have been left at that kitchen table with you.

In the quiet of the house, the only sound is the fire in the stove, you finish your breakfast. Bringing the pans over to the dish tub. You are surprised to find the water pump inside, but that is a good thing. You are not naive, you know that the conveniences you had in New York aren’t available here, but your staff had taught you how to do things the older ways, a notion that now makes you wonder if they didn’t suspect your father would send you out west. You pump the water over the dishes and start scrubbing, humming to yourself as you watch through the windows to find men and horses in the pasture in front of the barn. Your first day here.

****

Jack removes his hat to wipe his brow, looking across the fields, and he turns to see Kieran, his ranch hand, riding up to him. "Hey boss. The fellas are hungry. Fencin' out east has been fixed." He reports and Jack nods, "let's get some grub. Little lady said she's makin' a stew." He says, "go get the others." He orders and Kieran nods, riding off to get the others and Jack begins to make his way home. He had told his hands about you, and warned them to not talk to anyone about you and to be respectful. When he steps into the house, he groans at the smell of the food, "evenin' ma'am." He removes his hat and boots, shrugging off his jacket to see you wearing his late wife's apron, standing there with flour on your cheek and he chuckles. "You have - uh - right there." He gestures to his cheek and you wipe your face but miss it. You try again and he takes pity on you, stepping closer and he carefully brings his hand up to gently wipe the flour from your face.

“Thank you.” You smile and bite your lip nervously. He’s such a broad and strong man, but his touch is gentle and kind. It makes your stomach flutter even though you know that he is still in love with his late wife. “I hope you don’t mind stew and biscuits.” You gesture towards the kitchen. “I also made cherry pie for dessert with the canned cherries you had in your larder.”

Jack is impressed especially since you claimed to have no experience in cooking. He hopes for your sake it tastes good but he will lie through his teeth if he needs to. The back door bangs open, a group of men working on removing their boots and hats and jackets while groaning at the smell of the food. "Fellas! Fellas!" Jack yells and the men freeze. "Mind your goddamn manners. There's a lady here. Take your boots off and come over to introduce yourself." He orders and the men nod, lining up to say hello.

You stifle a small laugh, finding it funny that Jack had cursed while telling the hands to mind their manners. Each man held their hats in their hands and were almost bashful as they introduced themselves to you. All respectful, you feel a pang of happiness to be here and you motion to the stove. “Please, there is more than enough and another pan of biscuits is in the oven.” You weren’t sure how hungry the men would be and you reasoned the biscuits could be saved for breakfast if they didn’t eat all of them tonight. “Cherry pie for dessert.”

The men all groan in delight and they are about to surround the stove when Jack whistles. "Ladies first." He reminds them and looks at you, "go get your plate. You cooked, you get first pick." He insists and the men stand there nodding. You bite your lip, about to protest, but Jack raises his eyebrows and you nod, grabbing your bowl to get some of the food you cooked.

You don’t serve yourself a lot, considering you had some toast for lunch. Jack huffs at you but you just smile and move to sit down at the table. “I have plenty.” You promise before motioning to them to start making their own plates. “There’s fresh coffee for the pie.”

Luckily the men had washed up in the outhouse before coming inside so their hands are clean as they scramble to grab their plates. Jack watched as you take your seat and the men join you one by one with their bowls, hunger painted on their faces. “Jack?” You call his name and he sees he’s the last one. He nods and plates his food, taking the seat the men left beside you and he ignores their glances. “Kieran, you wanna say grace?” He asks, knowing that while he may not believe in God after his wife and child were cruelly ripped from his life, some of the men are church goers and he wants to respect that.

You bow your head but your eyes are focused on Jack. He is looking down at his hands, obviously not praying and you wonder how long he had lived alone after losing his wife. The prayer is short and immediately, the men dig into the meal. Groaning at the first bites and clinking the spoons into the bowl for another hurried bite as they shovel it in.“Is it good?” You ask tentatively, hoping they are not just trying to swallow down their meal as quickly as possible because they are hungry.

The men all nod, making you giggle at their enthusiasm, and Jack sets his spoon down. “The fellas are happy to eat anything but you cook better than I can.” He says with sincerity. The men all nod again, “you’re a mighty fine cook, ma’am.” One of them says and the others all chime in with their own compliments. Before too long, they are digging into the pie and Jack chuckles, leaning in towards you, “like rabid dogs.” He has some cherry filling in his mustache and doesn’t notice.

You smirk and nod, taking a sip of your coffee. The men had insisted you take a small slice of the pie first before they dug in. Aware that they were going to eat every crumb. None of them had dessert recently. “Maybe that will change when I have a jar full of cookies around.” You hum.

The men’s eyes widen and they all nod eagerly, “fuck, I’d love that.” One of the men groans and Jack tuts, “mind your language boy.” He orders and the younger man nods, “sorry for cursin’ ma’am.”

You hum. “That’s alright.” You promise, assuring him and reaching out to pat the younger man’s hand. “I understand that you are not used to having a lady around. I don’t expect you to cater to my delicacies.” You tease, glancing over at Jack.

Jack clicks his tongue, “they need to learn. If any of ‘em wanna have a chance at gettin’ married they best be learnin’ now to watch their tongues.” He raises his eyebrows and the men all nod. The oldest man, older than Jack, chuckles his agreement. “Now, you’re gonna help the lady clean up and then be off to your beds. We got a long day tomorrow.” Jack says once the men have all finished eating.

You are surprised by that, but Jack chuckles as the hands immediately stand and start scraping plates - not that there was much on them - into the slop bucket and cleaning them in the dish tub. “You cooked, darlin’, you shouldn’t have to clean up after ‘em.” You hadn’t expected that, but you smile in gratitude. “Thank you, gentlemen.” You tell all of them. “Your future wives will appreciate this too.”

Jack watches before he cleans his own plates, leaving them on the side to dry, and he wipes his hands on the cloth as the men thank you. “I can’t wait to see what ya cook tomorrow.” The youngest one grins and Jack snorts, “lady needs a rest first. Now off with y’all.” He orders and the hands all thank you, gather their things, and soon it’s just you and Jack. “I’m gonna stoke the fire. You’re welcome to read, do whatever you want. You’ve earned your rest.” He insists, reaching for the stoker to liven up the fire.

“Thank you.” You seem to be saying that a lot since you’ve been here. “I might have looked through your shelf and chosen a book.” You admit with a smile.

Jack nods, “relax and read. I’ll get everything ready for the night.” He promises, knowing he will need to check the doors and windows, to make sure the house is secure. Jack soon sits down in his chair, grabbing his knife, and he continues whittling what he has been working on before you ran into his life. The silence between you is easy and he realizes he has been lonely and not even noticed it.

You had taken off the apron and had poured yourself another cup of coffee, fixing one for Jack as well when you settle down. He didn’t even notice when you set it by his elbow, busy with his knife and wood. Opening the dime novel, curious to see what is so scandalous about these books.

Jack looks up from his project, noticing your reading material, and he bites his lip to smother his smirk. He knows you’re innocent. Can tell in your demeanor. When your eyes widen, he chuckles softly, “interesting reading, sugar?” He asks, curious about your thoughts right now.

“Oh!” He startles you and the book snaps shut, your eyes wide as you feel your face burn. “I- I don’t know-“ you confess, although your body feels like you’ve climbed into the stove and your core aches. You’ve felt attraction before but this is that same feeling based on words. “I didn’t-“ you swallow harshly. “I didn’t know men did that.”

Jack smirks, looking back down at the knife in his hand, “I’d ask you to read it to me but that would be wildly inappropriate on my part.” He shakes his head, “whatever it is…yes we do.” He promises, not even winking as you fluster and grip the book.

“Y-you do?” You practically gasp at that and a small shiver races through your body as you imagine Jack doing that to you. “How do you know that you do it?” You whimper, leaning in slightly as you ask, afraid someone else might hear you even though no one else is in the house.

Jack looks up at you, tilting his head, "seeing how flustered you are I can only assume it's one of three things and yes, we do all three. One of them especially if you love your woman." He promises, "nothing like it." He murmurs, glancing over to the fireplace, remembering how his wife would react to his tongue on her clit.

You make a tiny squeak and close your eyes. Trying to stop yourself from picturing Jack between your thighs. “Oh.” You manage, setting the book down and reaching for your coffee with a trembling hand. “I did not know that.” You admit. “I was only married for one day and he- I mean- we didn’t-“ you bite your lip.

Jack snorts, "I highly doubt Judd would ever be willin' to do that for his lady. He's a selfish bastard. You made the right choice runnin' away." He promises, "and you didn't consummate the marriage...maybe you get it annulled when you get to where you're goin'."

“I don’t want to be his wife.” You agree. “I wouldn’t mind being a wife, just not his.” You snort, shaking your head. “The man is vile.” You lick your lips and lean forward again, curious now. “And doing that- it, it said something about doing it to you- I mean, a man?” You had caught whispers and giggles from the newly wed ladies you had been friends with, but none of them would tell you about it, saying that your husband would show you everything you needed to know. You hated that answer and you sense that Jack is only holding back because of your embarrassment.

Jack sets his knife down and turns to look at you. His face is serious as you look down at the book. “Look at me, darlin’.” He orders and your eyes meet his, “if you want me to stop, you tell me, ya hear?” He asks and you nod. He nods back and continues, “women absolutely do that to a man. Only if you want to. Everything in a marriage, in a relationship, is give and take. Boundaries. I ain’t gonna get my kicks for a woman who isn’t enjoying what we are doing as much as I am.” He assures you, “but not all men are like that. Some will take what they want without care. Some men, like Judd, don’t care about the women enjoying it. Do not give yourself to those men. You can judge it, you have already with Judd. Any man you’re with should worship you.” He raises his eyebrows, “and the intimacy becomes natural.”

You doubt that, but the way he speaks makes you envy his late wife. The way he talks, the warmth to his voice, has everything to do with her. “She was a lucky woman.” You murmur softly. “How long were you married? Before she died?” You want to ask how she died, but you don’t want to press.

Jack glances over at the pillow his late wife had made and he sighs, “she died about ten ago. We were childhood sweethearts. Married as soon as we could. We stayed with her mother until I earned enough money to buy the land. I built this house with my bare hands. We tried for a long time for a baby but we didn’t have any luck. We accepted that it wasn’t meant to be but then one day, she told me she was with child. I was overjoyed. We began to prepare our home for a new baby. Then one day-” He rubs his hands on his pants, “she went outside to fetch some eggs from the chickens. She was close to having the child, when a bullet hit her heart. Judd - he was hunting and - she was killed. Her and the babe.” He finishes softly, brought back to the moment he found her, blood pooling around her and her belly round with the babe.

“Oh God.” Your eyes start to water and you reach out to touch his shoulder. “Jack- I am so sorry.” You murmur softly, even though you had nothing to do with the events from ten years ago. His face is set, stoic, but his eyes show the sorrow and devastation he must still feel. “I wish that had never happened.”

“Me too.” He murmurs, not shrugging off your touch, “but she’s gone and I- I have been alone for so long. For the longest time I wanted revenge. I was consumed with it. I went to Judd’s house to kill him but he - he had all his men and I was prepared for a shootout but I heard my wife in my ear telling me to walk away. I walked away and I’ve been alone ever since.”

“I am grateful you listened.” You smile when he looks over at you. “You saved my life and you wouldn’t have been in that field if you had been buried next to your wife and baby.” You remind him. “Your hands wouldn’t have the jobs they have, you are not as alone as you think.”

Jack nods, knowing you’re right but he sometimes wonders how good it would’ve felt to put a bullet in Judd’s chest. “Tomorrow we will teach you how to shoot. You gotta know how to defend yourself out here while I’m gone.”

“Okay.” You nod, even though the conversation has veered off course from the original one. You know that he is worried about you and that makes you feel safer than you ever have. “In that case, maybe I need to go to bed.” You hum, putting a scrap of cloth in the book now that you’ve relocated the page and close it gently.

He nods, knowing you’ve had a long day and so has he. “You wanna use the outhouse before you go upstairs?” He asks and you nod, standing up. He guides you outside, shotgun in hand as he stands guard. Once you’re back inside, he locks the doors and makes sure the house is secure as you stand at the foot of the steps. “I’ll see ya in the mornin’ sugar.” He murmurs, hating how beautiful you look standing there in the lamplight. You ain’t staying and he wants you to be happy. “Good night, Jack.” You murmur and he nods, shifting to sit down as he works on removing his gun halter. That night when he’s laying on the couch, he swears he hears his wife say “it’s okay, Jack. You can love her.” He closes his eyes, imagining not being alone for the rest of his life.

The bed still smells like Jack and it makes you restless. Getting up and moving to the window, staring out over the pastures and wondering what it is like to live here year round. It’s beautiful in a primitive, wild way and you are stirred by it. The air is cleaner than in New York. You think about the book you had read and that same feeling builds inside you. “I don’t know if it’s right.” You whisper to the room, to the spirit of Jack’s wife. “But I’m taking care of him for you.”

****

“Now, you wanna make sure your fingers are only on the trigger when you are going to shoot. Otherwise you’re gonna shoot your ass off.” He shifts to stand behind you, adjusting your grip on the pistol. He’s teaching you how to shoot. Some cans on a log for targets and he hates how warm your body is against his and your sweet scent hitting his nostrils.

“I doubt that would happen.” You huff, but you make sure to keep your finger away from the worn smooth trigger. You are standing with your feet spread, wearing another one of Mary’s outfits and wishing that you weren’t so aware of how close he is pressed against you. “Aim.” He encourages you and you close one eye to aim for the can. “Breathe out and squeeze the trigger.” Jack hums and you pull back the trigger until the gun explodes in your hand and you yelp at the loud noise at the way it kicks in your hand.

Jack chuckles, knowing you’ve never shot a gun before so he grips your shoulder to keep you steady. “Try again. It ain’t gonna hurt you when you’re holdin’ it properly.” He promises, bringing his hands up to adjust your grip. “Lean into the kick back. Aim and breathe out while squeezin’ the trigger.” He orders, “try again.”

It’s so hard to concentrate when he’s breathing against your neck. His hands on your hip when he drops his hand from yours. “Steady.” He murmurs softly and you exhale softly before you squeeze the trigger again. This time the can flips off the wooden railing.

You cheer and Jack immediately keeps the gun pointed to the ground in case you wave it around. “I did it!” You grin and Jack feels like he’s been kicked in the guts, breath taken from him at how goddamn gorgeous you look when you’re happy. “You sure did sugar, let’s try again.” He orders, stepping back from you this time.

It takes you a few minutes to settle back down and aim at the next can. The next two shots are wild and Jack has to come back up to help refocus you. You take a deep breath and try one more time, hitting the can again and this time you don’t cheer, you just grin happily.

Jack smiles, happy that you are able to somewhat aim. "Good job, sugar. Just aim the gun at whatever asshole is there." He orders, "now, let's try the shotgun. That will take out anyone." He promises, wanting you to be comfortable enough with the weapons to protect yourself.

“I don’t know about that one.” You admit, eyes wide as Jack reaches for the weapon. “It looks deadly.” You make him snort out a laugh. “It’s supposed to.” He promises. “Fends off wolves and men.”

"Doesn't matter how bad your aim is, you'll kill a man." He promises, "and don't forget-" He reaches out to grip your chin so you look at him, "-it's your life or theirs. Ain't no room for mercy in these parts. Kill them without a second thought."

“Kill them.” You agree, although you know that you might hesitate depending on the situation. Jack’s eyes are boring into yours and you lick your lips. “I will Jack.” You promise after another moment.

He releases your chin and he nods, "good." It doesn't take long to position you for shooting the shotgun. "Now, the recoil is gonna be scary but relax and hold your frame." He orders, adjusting your posture.

You can feel him pressing against you but you don’t think much about it until you are pulling the trigger. The gun blasting back and if it weren’t for Jack, you would have fallen on your butt.

“Easy, girl.” He chuckles at your shocked reaction and he steadies you. “Try again. You’ll figure this out.” He promises, “you just need to focus.” He reminds you and he adjusts your form again, “just inhale and exhale.” He murmurs into your ear.

You shiver slightly but it’s not because you are cold. Holding the large weapon, you follow his orders and squeeze the trigger. “Oh my god!” You cry, the can is gone and you didn’t even drop the rifle. “I did it.”

He grins, pleased that you didn’t shy away and he squeezes your waist. “Good job, sugar.” He reaches for the shotgun, taking it from you as you grin and he nods, “now, you know what you’re doin’, I won’t worry so much when I’m out in the fields.”

“You don’t need to worry.” You promise but he just tuts. “Today I’m going to work on the garden.” You tell him. “So do I need to a keep a gun in my apron?”

Jack snorts, “not in your apron but nearby. I want you safe. You never know if Judd gets brave and comes to find you. I’ve heard he’s lookin’ for you. I gotta head into town tomorrow for supplies. I’ll find out what people know then.” He knows it’s too risky to take you with him. Someone could recognize you and tell Judd.

You nod, pulling the list he had you make out of your apron. “This is what I need.” You tell him, “if they have any penny candy, please get a bag.” You ask. “It’s good crushed up in cookies.”

Jack tucks the list into his jacket, nodding at you, and he knows you’ll have the guys wrapped around your finger if you bake them cookies. “You tryin’ to fatten up my boys?” He teases, “because they are all braggin’ about your cookin’ skills.”

“They would eat anything anyone put in front of them.” You snort, shaking your head. “But if I feed them cookies, they couldn’t possibly complain if I need help weeding the garden? Could they?” You ask the question innocently, but there is a conniving smirk on your face.

Jack chuckles, “I’m sure you’ll be orderin’ them around and they will do whatever you want as long as you keep cookin’ for them.” He promises, imagining how eager they would be for more cookies and desserts.

“Speaking of that.” You smile. “I better go make sure that the chickens are ready to put on the stove.” You are still cautious about not making enough, but so far everything has been perfect.

Jack watches you go, gun in hand, and he sighs, glancing at the cans you shot down. He prays you don’t have to use the guns at all. He hopes he can help you out of this goddamn town before it’s too late. Either because Judd finds you or you break down the walls he put up around his heart.

Coming out onto the porch hours later, you are about to ring the bell when you notice all the men waiting. Hands and faces washed, hats in hand, some are milling around the yard while others are out by your new weeded garden, obviously discussing where you will be planting. “Dinner is ready, gentlemen.” You smile. “Tonight is chicken and pastry.” It was one of your cook’s favorite meals to serve the staff since your father wouldn’t eat it, and you loved it. “With slices of spiced cake for dessert.”

They all groan in delight and Jack chuckles, knowing they’ve all been discussing all morning what the options could be for dinner. Jack didn’t ponder with them, knowing he had butchered the chicken that morning for you to use. The men all make their way inside to start serving themselves and Jack watches you as you sit down with your plate. You always serve yourself first. The men won’t allow anything else. Jack is soon sitting beside you, his leg knocking yours under the table as he eats, and he feels his stomach twist with emotion. Butterflies he hasn’t felt since Mary and that terrifies him. You are technically another man’s wife, he needs to push those feelings aside and bury them.

You had made two giant pots, and you are glad you did. Every man, including Jack, went back for big bowls of seconds. A couple of the younger guys even getting thirds. Then it was time for cake and coffee. You had learned the men loved saving the coffee for the dessert, finding it to make it feel like they were getting food from a restaurant. A rare occurrence for most of them. Thick slices of the cake were served and you wait to see what they think. Jack is the first one to groan, making your cheeks heat up because you are imagining him groaning over more than cake.

The other men quickly agree and despite eating so much for dinner, the cake is gone, not even a crumb left as they get up to clean the dishes. This is honestly the happiest you’ve ever been, feeling appreciated and useful instead of being bored to tears with gossip and luncheon dates with ladies you didn’t like. “I’m baking cookies tomorrow after you come back with the candy.” You promise.

Jack smiles, “they sure will love that.” He winks and stands up to wash his own plate. Once the dishes are dried, the men all come to say thank you and goodnight one by one. “Goodnight ma’am.” The last one bows his head after he puts on his hat and Jack ushers him out, knowing he’s got a little crush on you. “Finally.” He exhales, “time to relax.”

“Whittling is relaxing?” You ask, knowing that you should probably do some mending, you have noticed most of Jack’s clothes needing repair, but you want to read some more of the book. You had read another chapter while the cake was cooling, but it’s interesting and you need to know what happens next.

Jack chuckles, "well, there's other ways to relax but I won't mention them to a lady like yourself." He turns away from you and checks the door is locked until he makes his way over to his chair to pick up his knife and continue what he's been working on. He's nearly finished.

His words stick with you and intrigue you. Reading until he sits down again and then you stare at him. “It is relaxing?” You ask after a moment. “It seems so…physical.” You glance back down at the book. “How could you relax when it’s work?”

His eyes dip down to the book in your hand and he bites his cheek to stop his smirk. “It is work but it’s - it’s natural. It’s mind numbing and when it’s done right you’ll be melting after, mind empty except for how you feel. With the right person, it’s - it’s beyond words.”

“And how do you know that is the right person?” You demand, leaning in and your eyes flicker down to his lips before your cheeks heat up again and you have to look away. “I just- this is all so new to me. The freedom of asking is unreal.”

“You’ll know. You’ll feel it in your heart.” He promises, “it’s like nothing made sense until you met that person.” He murmurs, frowning when he realizes that he felt that way when he met Mary and now he feels that way when he thinks about you but he would never admit it.

You chew on your lip, frowning slightly because you know you’ve felt that way since you woke up on Jack’s uncomfortable couch. “I see.” You look back down at the book, sighing softly. “That’s what you had with your wife?” You already know the answer but your heart drops when he nods. “I hope that one day I have that.” You swallow. “But I fear it is not in my fortune.”

Jack frowns as he looks over at you, “that ain’t true. You’re a beautiful woman. You’ll have men fallin’ at your feet. Hell, half the fellas here would marry you tomorrow if they didn’t all insist that I-” He cuts himself off and glances at the worn rug beneath his feet. “Once we get you out of Judd’s grip, you’ll be free to love how you want.”

You frown, wondering what he was going to say. “I can’t even imagine that.” You admit softly. “Although….I am finding out that ranch life is preferable to the city.” You look outside at the last fading rays of light and smile. “It’s so peaceful here.”

“It is.” He murmurs, looking out of the window and his breath catches at how the setting sun makes you shimmer. He goes back to whittling and you continue reading. Soon, he’s completed what he was making and he softly says your name, “I made you something.” He holds out the small piece of wood that he shaped like an angel. That’s what he considers you.

“Jack-“ you are speechless as you take the small carving, looking down at the delicate wings and the smoothness of what was once a rough piece of wood. “It’s- it’s beautiful.” You don’t think about how it’s completely inappropriate, you get up and lean over him to kiss his cheek.

Jack inhales deeply at the way his skin tingles from your kiss. He turns to look at you, his cheeks a little flushed, “you’re welcome, darlin’. It’s, uh, it’s you. You’re my angel. Sent by Mary to help rescue me from my loneliness and anger.” He confesses, “I cannot thank you enough for giving me my life back.”

“Jack-“ you swallow harshly and for a moment, you are about to ask him. Your resolve fails you and you smile softly. “You saved my life.” You remind him. “It’s only fitting I help you with yours.” You don’t know what he means by giving him his life back, but you feel proud that you could help him in even some small way.

He stares at you, leaning a little closer, and he swallows harshly. “You’re - I can help you get on the train to Chicago. It’s not going to be an easy trip but you’ll be safe there. I have enough coins if that’s what you want to do. If not, I can help you get somewhere else.”

“I don’t want to go to Chicago.” You admit, breathlessly. His brow furrows, confused and you lick your lips. “I- I don’t want to go anywhere.” You have fallen in love with the ranch and everyone on it. Some more than others.

He frowns, confused at your confession and when you go to turn your head, he reaches out to cup your cheek. He doesn’t think. He just acts. He leans in to press his lips to yours. It’s wrong, you’re married and he’s older, and he shouldn’t be kissing you but he can’t help it.

You make a soft sound of surprise before you melt into his arms. The soft brush of his mustache doesn’t take away from the skill of his kiss. You’ve only been kissed by one other man and Judd’s kiss had made you feel disgusted. Jack’s kiss lights a fire in your belly and makes you moan softly when he pulls you closer.

Your response has his heart pounding in his chest and he slides his tongue into your mouth, taking advantage of your gasp when he nibbles your lower lip. His hand slides along your neck and he groans into your mouth, loving how you lean into him.

You feel deliciously wanton, but you don’t pull away. You press closer, your hands gripping his arms before they slide around his back. His tongue touches yours, making you groan again and you tentatively reach out with your own to see what it feels like.

He loves how eager you are. He slides his tongue against yours, devouring you, and he knows in the back of his mind that this is wrong but he wants you. He has since you started cooking for him. He kisses along your neck, “tell me to stop. I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Don’t.” You beg, closing your eyes because you know it’s wrong, but you want him to show you those things you’ve read about. “I don’t want you to stop.” You shouldn’t be so free with yourself, but Jack is the only man who has ever heard you, really listened or cared about what you had to say. If anyone could show you how intimacy should be, it’s him. Even if he can’t love you.

Jack groans at your words until suddenly he pulls back. Your eyes flutter open, brow furrowing and he immediately stands up. Backing away from you, he doesn’t say a word as he strides to the front door and unlocks it after grabbing his boots. After shoving them on, he walks out into the night, shutting the door behind him. He turns back to look at the house for a moment until he walks off into the night.

Humiliation washes over you, making your entire body burn. He had told you that he was loyal to his wife and yet you had hoped that he would touch you. That he would show you a fraction of what a relationship between a man and a woman could be. Only to have him push you away. You rush to grab the book off the table and bolt for the stairs, ready to hide away for the night. Hoping he’s not going to tell you that you need to leave tomorrow. “What have I done?” You murmur hopelessly.

Jack walks for a while, pacing is more accurate, and he looks up at the stars. “Mary, darlin’, talk to me. She’s technically married and I- I swore I’d be faithful to you and our child.” He chokes, knowing he can’t just forget the woman he loves. The wind blows and he shivers, glancing at the trees that shake. He swears he hears Mary’s voice in his ear, curling around him in the breeze. “Be happy.” He chokes and looks up at the stars, nodding. He rolls his shoulders, deciding to make his way back to the house. He barely manages to take off his boots before he walks into the house, slamming the door behind him, and he stomps up the stairs to find you in the bed. “Jack?” You gasp at his sudden appearance and he kneels on the edge of the bed, cupping your cheeks to press his lips to yours.

You gasp into the kiss, Jack taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth again but you push him back this time. Breathing heavily and looking at him in confusion. “I don’t understand.” You huff. “You-“ Jack takes your hand and brings it to his lips. “I was tanglin’ with myself, darlin’.” He admits. “You’re a married woman and I’ve never been one to mess with a married woman, but I want you.” He declares. “You need to tell me what you want, because if I touch you, it will change everything.” Your eyes are steady, searching his face as you battle your own emotions. “I am married in the eyes of Montana.” You murmur quietly. “Not in the eyes of God.”

He doesn’t hesitate this time, surging forward to press his lips to yours. His tongue immediately slides into your mouth and you moan, causing his cock to stir in his jeans. He isn’t aching enough to squeeze himself and he groans, kissing along your neck as his hand slides along your side until he’s gently squeezing your breast in his hand. “So fuckin’ pretty.” He murmurs into your skin, nipping your pulse.

Your eyes widen and then slide closed as you let him touch you like no one else ever has. Not even Judd, you had run from him before he could. You trust Jack, giving yourself to him easily. Your heart pounds and you whimper when he bites your collar bone gently.

He kisses your collarbone and palms your breast, using his other hand to shift the covers from your body. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous, darlin’.” He murmurs and slips the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder so he can kiss the skin there. He repeats the move with the other strap and the nightdress falls to your waist. He leans back, wanting to look at your breasts and you inhale deeply. “Fuck.” He whispers, cupping your breast, and when you moan, he surges down to wrap his lips around your nipple.

You cry out, but it’s not in pain. It’s pleasure that is swimming through your veins and making your core ache so swiftly that you press your thighs together to try to ease the need. “Jack!” Your hand comes up to his head and your fingers tangle into his hair. To pull him away, to press him closer, you don’t know. Your nipples are hard, begging for more as you whine.

Your cry has his cock pushing against the zipper of his jeans but he ignores that, loving how you tug on his hair and he groans around your nipples when you tug again. He switches to your other breast, wanting to worship you like you deserve.

Your chest is heaving and your eyes are fluttering behind your lids. It feels so foreign and yet it’s wonderful. “Jack.” You whimper softly. “I need-“ you don’t know what you need, but you need more of him.

He knows what you need. Certain that you are dripping into the sheet beneath you, and he releases your breast so he can gather the nightdress in his hands that’s bunched around your waist. He slowly lifts it up, exposing your flesh to his hungry eyes and soon you are naked in front of him. “Lord almighty. You are - you are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He murmurs, caressing your leg. “Lay down for me, sugar.” He orders and you are clearly nervous but there’s excitement on your face as you shift to lay down, head on your pillow. He shifts too, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans for some relief before he lays down on the bed and slowly pushes your thighs apart to expose your cunt to his hungry gaze. “Goddamn.” He mutters, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal as he leans closer to press soft kisses to your thighs.

He had said that men do this, but you had secretly that he was teasing you. Trembling slightly as you inhale sharply, your eyes fixed on the ruggedly handsome man between your legs. He’s devilish, smirking and winking at you before the flick of his tongue touches the most intimate part of your entire being. “Jack!”

He groans at your taste, tangy and slightly sweet. His hand grips your thigh, spreading you open even more, and his tongue slides through your folds, slowly sampling you. You look equally shocked and pleasured, making him chuckle into your cunt.

When you can move, your head falls back, staring up at the beams above you. “Oh God.” You moan softly. “I thought you were making fun of me.” You admit breathlessly. “This is- I’ve never felt anything like it.”

He pulls back for a second, “I’d never make fun of you, sugar.” He promises, groaning as he laps at you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he resumes devouring you.

“Jack-“ you choke out his name, fingers trailing down your body hesitantly. You’ve explored yourself in the dark. Always with a sense of shame and never under your nightgown but now you run your fingers over your nipples, still wet from his mouth. “What do I do?” You beg, needing to know if he needs you to do something, to participate.

"Nothin' to do, darlin' unless you wanna pinch your nipple." He orders softly, murmuring your name before he dives back into your cunt. He loves how good you taste and he desperately wants to see you fall apart for him, he needs to hear it.

It’s like he’s given you an order. Your hands, almost to his hair, drift back up to your breasts. You feel positively wicked as you touch them, hesitating for a second before you pinch the stiff, sensitive skin, making you moan as pleasure shoots through you.

He groans, cock aching in his pants and he unconsciously grinds into the sheets as you pleasure yourself. You look gorgeous and he knows he’s the devil seducing you when you are heaven sent to his door. He should leave your innocence intact but he wants you and he wants to be selfish for once.

“It- it feels so good.” You whimper, repeating the action and feeling it deep inside your womb, making another rush of heat spread. Jack flicks his tongue and laps at you like he is licking up a sticky syrup, pulling scandalous sounds out of you easily.

Jack loves how you are reacting, acting so wanton despite not knowing what you are doing. You moan his name and he groans into your flesh, his fingers trailing along your thigh until his digits find your entrance, gathering up the arousal pooling there while he sucks your clit into his mouth.

You should stop him when you feel the pressure of his fingers slowly start to break you open, but you don’t. Too busy marveling over how good the pressure on your mons feels and arching up into the cup of your hand. “Jack- I- it’s so- I don’t know-“ you gasp out, needing something, feeling your body racing towards it but you can’t put it into words.

He knows you’re close, your whines and whimpers making him suck a little harder on your clit, and he slowly pushes his finger into you. Fuck, you’re so tight. He knows he’s done the right thing when you immediately cry out, clamping down onto his digit and he swears he could cum right then and there himself.

You feel like you’re drowning. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you. Stars bursting in your eyes and humming through your entire body. Unable to believe how blissful you feel all because of his hands and mouth. “Jack, Jack, Jack.” His name is a chant and you swear it’s the only word you know.

He loves how you fall apart for him. The way your body shakes and your cunt clenches as you chant his name. It’s almost too much but he shifts and works you through it until you start to wiggle. He pulls back, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs after he slowly pulls his finger away from your flesh.

“Kiss me.” You beg softly, wanting to see if he tastes different with your juices on his lips. Reaching down, you stroke his shoulder and encourage him to come to you. “Please Jack.”

How can he deny you? He nods, shifting up your body until he is pressing his lips to yours. He is intoxicated by you already, sliding his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself from his lips.

You moan again. A needy, wanton sound that you barely even recognize coming from yourself. Pulling him closer to gasp in delight at the feel of his flannel shirt rubbing against your breasts.

He doesn’t push for more. You are innocent and he doesn’t want to take what doesn’t belong to him. He kisses you, shifting his mouth to press kisses along your jaw, “sugar, you gotta tell me what you want.” He orders, “cos I’ll head downstairs if you are done.” He promises, “I ain’t gonna be mad if that’s all you want from me.”

You love how he’s not trying to pressure you. Truly giving you a choice. You feel the hardness against your hip and you know that he wants you. You feel desirable and Jack doesn’t treat you like an object. “Show me what it feels like to give yourself to someone.” You demand breathlessly.

Your words have his heart pounding in his chest, his throat tightening as he kisses along your neck and you slide your fingers through his hair. He grunts when he feels you tug and he shifts to his haunches, fingers fumbling as he works on unbuttoning his shirt. He can feel your eyes on him, chest heaving as you watch him. He loves it. His cock is aching and after he shrugs off his shirt, he reaches for his pants. Your fingers twitch but he doesn’t let you take over, fingers fumbling to fully unbutton his pants until he’s pulling his cock free.

You’ve never seen a man before, not like this. Your eyes widen as you stare at the hard cock that is jutting up proudly and bouncing as he kicks his pants off. “Will it fit?” You gasp.

Jack almost chuckles at your question but he nods, “don’t worry, darlin’, it’ll fit.” He promises, “I just need to open you up a little more.” He slides his hand along your thigh, his fingers slipping through your folds.

You don’t know what he means, but you trust him. You whimper when he rubs his fingers against your clit. “That feels so good.” You admit. “But I ache.” It’s hard to describe, but he grins, knowing what you need even if you don’t. “I’ll take care of you.” He promises and you believe him. Jack has never lied to you, always taken care of you in the near month you have lived under his roof.

Jack slowly pushes his finger into you, loving how tight you feel around his digit, and when you moan softly, he decides to work another finger into you. He’s thick so you need to be stretched out for him, he can’t just slide into you.

His lips press against yours again as he starts to push his fingers in and out of your body. Making you gasp as he chuckles and his tongue slides against yours. It feels so different from the way he had touched you when his mouth was on you, but your hips rock down to push his fingers deeper inside you. Moaning when he curls them up.

Your moan has him groaning into your mouth, loving the way you are reacting to his touch. He wants to hear more from you so he pulls his lips back and watches you as he scissors his fingers for a moment, twisting his wrist until he can press his thumb to your clit.

Your fingers fly to his arm, gripping his bicep and holding firm to it while you cry out at the flash of pleasure. “Jack! Please, please…” you babble, eyes closed and breathing heavily as that now familiar feeling bubbles in your core and races through you.

He knows what you want even if you don’t and he works his fingers into you, curling them a little deeper, and your thighs shake around his wrist, making him smirk. “Cum for me, sugar.” He orders, “wanna see you fall apart on my fingers.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss your jaw.

You whimper again, enjoying his attention and now he focuses on you. You had heard that some men just selfishly focus on their own pleasure, but not him. You feel cherished and almost loved as he pumps his fingers into you and murmurs encouragement into your jaw. Telling you how good you are doing got him and he’s going to show you the stars when you cum for him.

He groans your name when you clamp down on his fingers. "That's it, darlin'." He murmurs, scissoring his fingers inside you as your nails dig into his forearm. He loves it. Fuck, he's throbbing but he focuses on you, knowing that you are giving him your innocence. "You want me inside ya, sugar?" He murmurs, wanting you to be sure.

“Yes.” You whine softly. “Jack, take me. Show me what it feels like to be a woman.” You beg, wanting to know everything you can about why women giggle and whisper behind their hands about their husbands.

He nods, watching you as he shifts to kneel between your legs. His eyes watching your expression. He desperately wants you to enjoy this. He swallows harshly as he grips his cock, shuffling closer until the head is sliding through your folds. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He murmurs, watching you as you grip the sheets until your hands find his arms. “You ready?” He asks and when you nod, he slowly starts to push into you.

It’s surreal, the feeling completely foreign. He’s large as he pushes into you, but it doesn’t hurt. Not until he’s so deep inside you that he feels like he’s all the way in. “I’m sorry darlin’.” He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours and kissing away your confused frown before he snaps his hips forward and making you cry out as he breaks through your innocence.

He presses kisses all over your skin, needing to take the pain away from you. He doesn’t want to hurt you. “You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful.” He murmurs, caressing your side as he gives you a moment to adjust to him.

The sharp pain gives way to just a small discomfort and the feeling of being full. He coos at you softly, assuring you that it will be alright and you believe him. Finally starting to squirm under his weight, wanting to move and feel that wondrous feeling like when his fingers were inside you. “Jack.”

Your whimper of his name has his hips jerking and he braces for your cry of pain but when you moan, he smirks and slowly pulls his hips back. It doesn’t take long for him to push back into you, especially when your thighs squeeze his hips. “Feel so damn good, sugar.” He grunts, kissing along your jaw.

“I feel…..full.” You admit breathlessly. “You’re so deep inside me.” You stroke his arms and then his back. “Put your legs around me.” Jack orders softly, making you gasp out as the angle changes and he feels even deeper.

He loves how you react, your nails digging into his back but he fucking loves it. “That’s it darlin’. Let ole Jack take care of you.” He orders, starts to move slowly, watching the micro expressions on your face as he starts to fuck you.

That’s what he’s doing. He’s taking care of you. You moan softly when he pushes back inside you. It feels incredible. He starts building a pace that is starting to steal your breath as he moves. “More.” You beg after long minutes, rolling your hips up.

He kisses along your jaw, pressing his lips to yours when you gasp and he takes the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. He shifts his weight onto one forearm, his free hand slides along your side until he’s squeezing your breast.

You feel completely boneless and powerful all at the same time. Jack makes you feel like you are flying. He absorbs your whimpers, swallowing it down. Eyes closing as he makes you feel like you’re beautiful and loved.

He loves how reactive you are, the way you gasp as he pinches your nipple. Your walls clench around him and he groans into your mouth, kissing your chin. “So fuckin’ beautiful, sugar. Feel so goddamn good. Like an angel.” He murmurs against your skin.

“I don’t think an angel would do this.” You gasp out, shuddering in pleasure and your walls clench down around his cock. You love how he groans your name, it sounds so filthy dripping from his lips.

He chuckles softly, “I’d beg to differ.” He murmurs and grabs your thigh, pushing it back towards you and you cry out at the new angle. He loves it. You’re so fucking pliable and you are moaning his name. He shivers, muscles bunching, and he wants to feel you cum on his cock.

The pace sharpens, the thrusts deeper and your back arches slightly every time he hits the end of you. Making you shiver and shake as his hair brushes over your mons and propels you that much closer to that edge of bliss you now crave. “Jack, baby- I - I-“ you wail when he punches deep and grinds his cock inside, pleasure racing through you as you shake apart underneath him.

He groans when you clamp down on his cock, your cry echoing in the bedroom, and he fucking loves it. He can’t hold back and Jack is a man who would’ve prided himself on his stamina when he was married but it’s been too long. He growls as he pulls himself free of your fluttering cunt, fingers gripping his length and frantically pumping until hot spurts of cum paint your belly.

You watch, panting as you try to catch your breath. He was protecting you from a possible pregnancy, you know enough about sex to understand that, but you feel a little disappointed that you aren’t getting the full experience. Instead of saying something, you reach out and stroke his hip.

He pants, eyes closed until he works up the strength to open them. His dark eyes burn into yours, murmuring your name. “Shit, sugar. Ain’t you perfect?” He asks softly, a rhetorical question that makes you fluster.

You look up at him, his body slumped in total relaxation and your fingers touch the now cooling pearlescent liquid on your stomach. “Was it good for you?” You ask, knowing that you loved how he made you feel, but you are eager to know if he was pleased.

He cups your cheek, stroking your skin, “it was perfect.” He promises, reaching for his shirt to wipe your skin clean, and he shifts back to look down at you. “Do you want me - I can go back to the couch.” He suggests, unsure of what you want from him.

“Stay.” You reach for him, taking his arm as if he might pull away. “Please?” You add softly. You want him in the bed next to you, especially after such a monumental moment for you. “I- I don’t want you to go back to the couch.”

Jack can’t deny you anything. He nods and reaches out to caress your hip. He shifts to lay down on the bed beside you, pulling you close so you can lay on his chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, kissing your forehead, “how you feelin’, sugar?”

“Tired.” You admit with a small giggle. “Incredible. I want to do that again. And again.” You twist your head and look up at him. “Does that make me a whore?”

Jack shifts his head to look at you, making sure you’re looking in his eyes, “absolutely not. You are human.” He promises, “and I - I want to do that again with you. I haven’t - it’s been - a while.” He finishes, caressing your cheek. “I will touch you however you want.”

“The way you just did is perfect.” You sigh happily as you lean into his hand. “I had hoped to have a man who treated me with respect, and you have done more than that.” Your fingers trace over an old scar and you lay back down on his chest. “I think there’s no better man alive than you, Jack.”

He wants to protest but he knows that will ruin the moment so he kisses your hair and sighs, “I think God has the final judgement there, sweetheart.” He snorts and caresses your side as you lean against him. It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep and Jack remains awake, watching you sleep and wondering what the hell happens next.

****

You are alone when you wake up, something that doesn’t disappoint you too much as you feel across the empty bed. Life on a ranch must go on, it cannot wait for a woman to daydream about the night before. Getting up, you quickly wash in the surprisingly warm water in the pitcher and hide your own embarrassment over the pink tint to the water after cleaning away the remnants of your innocence from between your thighs. Dressing, you make the bed and rush downstairs to get started on breakfast for the men.

Jack finishes feeding the chickens and is making his way back to the house with a basket of eggs, enjoying the quietness of the early morning. You’ll be awake by now and he wonders if you regret last night. His mind keeps replaying the look on your face when you came, how goddamn beautiful you look. He can’t keep you though. Even if he’s claimed you. You’re not his wife. You’re not his and he doesn’t want to trap you when you never wanted to leave the city. He pulls off his boots on the porch, exposing his socks that have holes in them, and none of the others are here yet but he smells the coffee. Stepping into the house, he finds you in the kitchen with an apron tied around your waist. “Mornin’ darlin’.” He greets you, not coming over to touch you just yet, “got the eggs.”

“Good morning, Jack.” You feel your entire body heat up, feeling as nervous and giddy as a debutant at her coming out party. “Thank you, we are having pancakes - flapjacks - for breakfast.” You correct yourself, having some of the hand tease you last Sunday for saying it the ‘fancy’ way. “Coffee is ready.” You motion over to the pot and hope that he comes closer and kisses you before the men arrive. “Today I was planning on doing some washing and mending.” You look down at his sock with a smile. “If you will give those to me tonight, they will be fixed before you go to bed.”

Jack smiles, reaching out to touch your waist, “you’re too good to me, sugar.” He murmurs, grabbing your wrist gently to take the whisk from your hand. He sets it down on the counter and tugs you closer. Letting go of your wrist, he cups your cheek and slowly leans in until his lips press against yours.

Relieved that he is not pulling away, you completely melt into his arms. Winding your own around his neck, you moan softly into the kiss, your walls clenching around nothing when he slides his tongue into your mouth again. This feels right, it feels like home, like Jack is where you are supposed to be - who you are supposed to be with.

He pulls you closer, loving how you melt into him, and he slides his tongue against yours. Your soft moan has his cock twitching in his pants, and he pulls back after a few moments to nudge his nose against yours. “Goddamn.” He murmurs and you giggle, resting your forehead against his chest. He chuckles and kisses your hair while caressing your back. He hears the boys before he sees them and he lets go of you, taking a step back, and he winks just as the men come clambering in the door.

You bite your lip and turn back to the counter. “Flapjacks for breakfast, gentlemen.” You announce, making all of them cheer as they crowd around the coffee pot. It doesn’t take long to get all of them fed and they eat a lot. Making you smile at Jack as the scrap of forks clink against the tin plates that Jack told you were sturdier than any China. You believe it. Delicate things wouldn’t last out here and you are happy that you aren’t as delicate as you had once imagined. After they leave for the cattle, you set a roast on, wanting to make dinner special before you check your garden and then drag out the wash tub where it is kept in the lean to and build the fire outside to warm water to wash clothes.

****

Jack groans as he sits down, the men have left, fed and watered for the evening, and Jack watches you as you get a start on mending his clothes. "You happy here?" He asks after a moment, knowing you discussed you leaving as soon as he could get you a ticket back east.

You look up for a moment to smile at him before refocusing on mending his shirt. It’s been washed and dried on the line out in the yard, smelling like sunshine and grass. Another scent you associate with Jack’s musky smell. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” You admit, almost to yourself. “I- I can’t explain it. But I love working in the garden, cooking. Even mending your shirt.” You laugh at yourself. “My father thought that sending me to the west was a punishment, and it might have been if I was at Judd’s ranch, but here…..” you sigh. “I feel like I’m home.”

Jack's heart flutters at your words and he loves it. He nods, a soft smile on his face, and he watches you continue to sew his shirt. "I feel like my house is finally a home again." He confesses, "you've made me feel alive again. You've brought me back to life, sugar."

Your own heart flips and you feel your cheeks heat up. “You were very lively last night.” You tease, giggling as you tie off the last thread from the first repair on his shirt. One more little rip and this one will be as good as new. “I can only hope that you are happy to have me here.” You admit. “I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

Jack shakes his head, "you ain't a burden. You're - you're heaven sent." He promises, "and I want - I was lively last night and I want you again tonight. If you want me." He adds, not wanting to assume.

You set down his shirt and look up at him again. “May I finish mending your shirt first?” You ask, smiling in jest as you nod. “I want more of you.” You agree. “As much as you will give me. I have- I have thought about it all day.” You confess. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

Jack smirks, heart fluttering at your words, and he rubs his hands on his thighs, “me neither.” He confesses, “could’ve sworn I was tastin’ you on my lips throughout the day.” You fluster and he chuckles, “I’m yours if you want me, darlin’. However you want me.”

His words make you shiver and you nod. “Anyway I can have you Jack.” You know that a traditional future isn’t in the cards for you. You are technically married to another man and Jack’s heart lies with his late wife and child. If you just warm his bed for now that is what you will do.

Your words warm him, knowing you aren’t asking for more than he can give you but he wants to give you everything. His late wife is still on his mind but the whispered words in the wind are echoing and he wonders if she would forgive him for falling in love with you. “Finish your sewin’. I’ll be here.” He promises with a wink, picking up his knife to continue whittling some wood.

The two of you settle into a comfortable silence. You finish the shirt and set it aside to iron, picking up the socks you had promised to darn. He has quite a few pairs that had holes in them, making you wonder who he had fixing his clothes before you showed up. Once they are all fixed so he has something to wear tomorrow, you put away your basket and stand, “I am going to get ready for bed.” You tell Jack softly. “Come up when you are ready.”

He nods, knowing you need some time to get ready and he watches you as you make your way up the stairs. “Take your time.” He says before you disappear and he sets his knife down, unable to concentrate on whittling now that he knows you are waiting for him. He clears his throat, standing up and brushing himself down.

You change into your nightgown and wash quickly, biting your lip as you tuck the blankets down on the bed. Wondering if you should just be naked and in the bed. You decide that’s better and slip off the nightgown and get under the covers. Last night you had slept naked with Jack, so it’s not like he would be surprised.

Jack slowly makes his way upstairs, the wood creaking under his bare feet, and he’s already shirtless since you’ve been fixing his clothes and washing them. He stands in the doorway in his jeans, fingers in the loops, and he offers you a soft smirk when he sees your bare shoulders. “Have I told you how fuckin’ beautiful you look?” He asks softly as he steps into the room .

You prop up on your elbows and watch him in the lamplight. “I vaguely remember something about it last night.” You admit. “But have I told you how handsome you are?” You pose. “You are a woman’s fantasy. Straight from those dime novels and into my bed. Rugged, handsome, kind…” You sit up and the sheets fall from your breasts. “Perfect.”

Jack’s eyes darken as they drift down to your breasts, taking in the ethereal sight that is you in his bed. He steps closer until he can kneel on the bed. “I ain’t perfect, sweetheart, but I sure am lookin’ at it right now.” He murmurs, surging forward to take your nipple into his mouth. Your cry makes him harden in his jeans and he switches to the other breast, biting down until he can kiss up your sternum. Your moan has him smirking against your skin between kisses until his lips press against yours.

Jack seems determined to make you see stars. He hovers over you, watching you as he draws the sheets down to completely expose your body. “Jack.” You whimper softly. “I want to touch you.”

“You can touch me however you want, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your chin, his hand caressing your side, and he trails his fingers down until he is cupping your mound. “You’re already wet. What have you been thinkin’ about?” He asks, a smirk on his lips.

“You touching me.” You admit breathlessly. “How you made me feel. Wondering if I could make you feel the same way.” You shiver, but your own fingers reach for the button on his jeans.

He chuckles, sliding his hand lower so his fingers are wet from your arousal. Caressing your folds until he slides his fingers through them. Your whimper has him aching in his pants and he presses his finger against your clit, slowly rubbing the bundle of nerves.

His buttons are difficult, but he continues to drive you mad as you try to undo them. “Jack.” You whine. “I want to touch you.” You beg, making him chuckle again.

Jack grunts when you finally manage to get his jeans undone, your fingers wrapping around his cock. “Fuck, sugar. You’re touchin’ me. You can do what you want.” He promises, rubbing your clit a little faster.

You love how his cock contrasts between hard and soft. There is a hardness that is covered in velvety soft skin. You squeeze him and giggle when he chokes out your name.

Your touch is innocent and soft but fuck, he loves it. He pants, rocking unconsciously into your hand, “fuck, sugar. Take what you want.” He orders, groaning your name again while he slides his fingers lower to push two inside you.

You lick your lips, wondering if he would react the same way that you reacted. Lunging forward pushes his fingers deeper inside you but you don’t moan as you touch your tongue to his cock.

Jack chokes on his breath when you take him into your mouth. He never expected it, and his chest heaves as he looks down at you. He withdraws his fingers, watching you as you look at him with wide eyes. “Jesus Christ.” He hisses, “you don’t - it’s - fuck. You feel so goddamn good.”

You hum softly, not letting go of him as your tongue rolls around his cock. Tasting him the way he tasted you. Loving how he groans and chokes, you swallow and his knees buckle.

He groans your name again, watching you as you innocently discover what it’s like to have a man’s cock in your mouth. You seem to enjoy it and that makes him twitch, reaching down to caress your cheek with wet fingers.

He seems to really like this so you take your time. Your hand slowly strokes the lower part of his cock as you take him deeper. You don’t know what you are doing, just responding to his sounds. Wanting to make him feel good too.

“You like this, darlin’?” He asks, voice raspy with arousal as he watches you with dumbstruck eyes. You moan around him and he twitches in your touch, “fuck. You’re doin’ so good. You’re takin’ what you want and it’s yours.”

You feel powerful and you slide out of the bed to your knees in front of him. It’s almost as if you are praying, but this is not a conversation with God. This is something much more carnal, wicked, although you would never ask for forgiveness for this. Not when Jack is looking down at you like you hung the moon.

You have his chest heaving and he knows that you are enjoying this. It’s something he’s imagined when he has thought of you but he never expected to see you on your knees for him. You take him deeper and when you choke, “careful, darlin’.” He warns, “don’t hurt yourself.”

You pull back and swallow, feeling him twitching on your tongue from the pressure. Looking up at him as you slowly take him deeper again and swallowing. Jack groans loudly as his hips rock forward, his hand caressing your cheek and then moving to the back of your head. You are dripping onto the wooden floor but you let him guide you, showing you what to do.

He guides you, working you on his cock, and he groans when you swallow around him. “Fuck.” He breathes out, watching you as you take his cock like you’ve been doing it every night since you ran into him. “Sweetheart. I don’t - lemme touch you. I don’t want- not like this.” He chokes when you hollow your cheeks.

“You don’t want to finish?” You ask innocently after you pull off his length, your spit dripping down your chin. “No, sweetheart, I want to make you feel good.” You take his hand and stand up. “I feel like I’m on fire.” You admit softly. “Wetter. It made me ache when I was touching you.”

Jack smirks, a little smug that he makes you feel like that. “Fuck. You’re so goddamn perfect, sugar. C’mere.” He orders, grabbing your ass to pull you into his lap, his hands immediately sliding along your back. He pulls you closer, pressing his lips to yours, and he immediately slides his tongue into your mouth.

You’ve never sat on a man’s lap before, especially the way that Jack had guided your thighs around his waist. Leaving your core exposed and pressed against his hardness. You gasp, instinctively rolling your hips against him, writhing on his lap.

Jack loves how you gasp, so innocent yet so unashamedly wanton in your desire. His hands finds your ass, helping you to grind down onto his cock and he wants more from you. "Come on sweetheart. You wanna ride this ol’ cowboy?" He asks, leaning in to kiss your jaw.

“How do I do that?” You ask, eyes wide at the prospect of riding. “Is it like being on a horse?” You have ridden a horse, you are an excellent rider but you never thought about riding a man.

Jack chuckles, nodding, "it's similar. You gotta move your hips, however it feels good. I can guide you." He promises, reaching down to grip his cock and he positions himself at your entrance so you can sink down onto him.

You don’t know who moans louder, you or Jack. The way he feels inside makes him feel even bigger. Taking your breath away and the burn of his cock because of being slightly sore gives way to the pleasure. “Oh God.” You whine. “I want, I want to feel this all the time.”

Jack groans at your words, "whenever you want, I'm yours." He promises, "you're so fuckin' gorgeous." He leans in to kiss along your jaw and his hands squeeze your hips, giving you a moment until he helps to guide you rocking on his cock.

It’s slow starting, he doesn’t try to rush you. It’s a good thing, since he’s so thick and deep inside you. Your walls clench down around him every time you sink back down and your whimpers get louder as he pushes against something wonderful inside you.

"Take your time, sugar." He murmurs, caressing your back, "you're so fuckin' perfect." He coos, "takin' me like this. Keep goin'. Take what you want." He rambles slightly, kissing your neck until he cups your breast, tilting it so he can take your nipple into his mouth.

This is sinful, how good it feels. But you don’t stop, you never want to stop. Your tits shake as you start to ride him a little fast, holding on and your fingers twist into the longer curls at the nap of his neck. “Jack. Fuck.” You curse breathlessly. “You feel so good. So deep. Like you are buried inside me.”

He loves how you are gaining confidence, taking what you want from him, and he desperately wants to see you cum again for him. It’s all he’s been able to think about all day. “Fuck, that’s it. Lookin’ like you’ve been ridin’ my cock every damn night. Fuck.” He murmurs, biting down on your breast, wanting to leave a mark under the skin.

You gasp out his name, hips jerking and you start to bounce faster. Loving how rough he is with you. His hands gripping tighter and tighter until he lets go. You were going to protest when you felt a sharp slap on your ass, making you squeal. “Again, fuck, Jack.” You cry. “Do that again.”

Jack chuckles at how desperate you sound and he repeats the action, wanting to hear you moan his name again. You are frantically rocking on top of him so he grabs your hips, adjusting the pace so you can find that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

His grip of your hips makes you shout his name. So loudly that you think the men in the bunkhouse behind the barn can hear you. It feels incredible and you clamp down around his cock when he thrusts up into you, shaking apart in his arms.

He pulls back to watch you as you cum for him. Fuck, he loves it. He groans your name and twitches inside you but he’s not done yet. He pants and shifts, laying you down on the bed so he can hover over you. His cock still inside you, he caresses your cheek, and watches until you open your eyes. That’s when he starts to move again, rocking slowly into you.

“Jack.” You whimper his name, mouth dropping open as he starts to move. He’s looking down at you so tenderly you could cry and it makes your heart pound. You’re falling in love with Jack. You know you are. “More.” You beg, hands stroking his sides and arms as he rocks deeper. “I want everything.”

He grunts, knowing he can be a little harder this time. He groans your name, surging to kiss you and sliding his tongue into your mouth without hesitation. His hand grips your thigh, lifting it higher so he can push deeper into your cunt.

You kiss him back, giving yourself over to him as he takes control. So good at breaking you apart and making you unravel. Your moans and whines are breathed into him, Jack greedily swallowing your sounds as his hips snap forward with a singular determination

He pants your name, kissing along your jaw, and he pushes deep, needing to know you’re with him. He needs to know that you are in his bed and not leaving him yet. He doesn’t know how he’d survive losing you but he would let you go if he had to. Even if it killed him.

Your hand dives into his hair, holding tight as your leg winds around his hip. Pulling him closer as you rock your own hips up to meet his thrusts. “So good. You feel so good.” You praise, eyes fluttering closed as he pushes in and out of you. “I need you.”

Hearing you claim that you need him has him groaning your name and he hisses when your walls flutter. He knows you’re close. “Fuck.” He hisses, “you’re so fucking good.” He declares between kisses to your neck.

You whimper, making all the sounds that seemingly drive him crazy. “I want- I want to see you cum.” You tell him. “I love the way you looked when you finished.” You aren’t brave enough to ask him to finish inside you, you know he won’t because you aren’t his.

He nods, needing you to fall apart for him one more time. “Gotta look after you first, sweetheart.” He murmurs, reaching down to snake his hand between you, finding your clit. He rubs soft circles, loving how you cry out, “that’s it, sugar. Cum for me. Wanna feel you squeezin’ me.”

You can never say that Jack is a selfish man. He is too interested in making sure that you are taken care of. Your chest heaves and you watch him touch you as his cock sides in and out of your body. “I’m- I’m so close.” You whine softly, only to cry out a second later when your walls clamp down around him, soaking him as you shatter.

He groans, loving how you clench down around him. You look wrecked and he loves it. "That's it, darlin'." He pants, pulling free of your cunt and before he can grip his cock, you are wrapping your fingers around him to start pumping him. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk." He chokes, cock twitching as he cums in your grip, hot seed spurting onto your belly and tits.

You watch him, obsessed with the way that his jaw tightens and his lips twist in pleasure. Humming softly as he pants. “I think you are so beautiful.” You murmur.

Jack smiles, heart fluttering as you look up at him like he's your moon and stars. He leans in, uncaring of his seed drying on your skin, so he can softly kiss you. "You clearly ain't looked in a mirror because you are the beauty of the house."

You reach out and cup his cheek. “Thank you.” You whisper. He might think you are thanking him for the compliment, but you are thanking him for giving you the life you have right now. He has truly saved your life.

****

Jack narrows his eyes as he looks up at the sky, the sun is shining as spring graces his ranch with wildflowers. He will pick some to take back to you, even with the fellas ribbing him for being a sap. He doesn’t care. He wants to be a sap for you. You’ve brought him back to life after grieving Mary for so many years. He knows she’d want him to be happy. He gathers some flowers, tying them with some string, and he is making his way back to the house when he hears your scream. Tossing the flowers, he grips the reins and kicks his horse’s side, galloping to find you, praying he isn’t too late.

“You fuckin’ whore!” You scream when Judd strikes you again, your cheek exploding with pain. Still you fight, struggling to get away from him. You had assumed the horse trotting up behind you was one of the men as you had knelt down, pulling the weeds from the two small crosses that were nestled under the tree. Mary and the baby’s grave. “Let me go!” You cry out, your wrists hurting because Judd has such a tight grip on them. If you could just get to the gun in your apron pocket. “Jack!” You scream, praying he is nearby.

His heart is pounding as he gallops until he finds you struggling against Judd Miller under the tree where his wife and child are buried. Jack wastes no time swinging off his horse, not even coming to a stop as he hits the ground running to run into Judd. He growls as he slams into him, pushing him to the ground and away from you.

You gasp, heart pounding and you stumble back from the two men fighting on the ground. “Jack!” You reach into your pocket, fumbling for the gun and bringing it out, hands shaking.

Jack pulls his hand back, fist clenched as he punches Judd. "You motherfucker! You stole my fuckin' wife!" Judd growls, headbutting Jack who grunts, stumbling back. You fumble, trying to pull the trigger, as Jack punches Judd again. Bang! You finally shoot the gun and Jack stumbles back, eyes wide. You choke, watching him with blood splattered over his face until Judd's body drops to the ground.

“I - he was-“ you drop the gun on the ground and rush over to Jack. “I thought he was going to kill me.” You stammer. “Or you. I couldn’t let him- I love you.” You are touching him, checking him to make sure that he’s not injured. “I couldn’t let him-“

Jack is shocked, looking down at Judd’s bleeding body. His eyes trail back to you, and he doesn’t think, he just acts. He cups your cheek, surging forward to press his lips to yours. “I love you. I love you.” He chokes out between hurried kisses to your lips.

You start to cry, relief mostly, but also happiness that he feels the same way that you do. Your arms wind around his waist and you sigh softly when his frantic kisses ease. “Thank you.” You whisper. “I didn’t know it was Judd. I thought you had ridden up to visit with Mary.”

He cups your cheek, eyes darkening at the cut on your cheek from Judd’s ring. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. That bastard - he must’ve been ridin’ along the fence and saw ya.” Mary’s grave is on the edge of the property and he should’ve told you to stay away from there but he didn’t think Judd would be looking for you. “Fuck. Are you okay?” He asks, looking you over for any other injuries.

“I’m fine.” Your cheek hurts but it would have been so much worse. You swallow harshly. “Am I going to be arrested?” You ask quietly. “I killed a man.” You’ve heard of murders being hung, towns making it a party as they watch them swing. “I killed my husband.” You choke out.

Jack caresses your back, trying to calm you down. "I ain't gonna let you take the blame. I'll tell the sheriff that I killed him." He reassures you, "you ain't gonna be arrested." He promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“No.” You shake your head. “I won’t let you do that. He was- he was telling me what he was going to do to me when he got me back to his ranch.” Your eyes fill with tears again. “It was- I would wish for death when he got done with me.”

Jack tightens his grip on you, jaw clenching, and he exhales through his nose as he tries to control himself. “Bastard.” He growls, “he will never touch you again.” He promises, “the sheriff knows who he is.” He murmurs, “I shall ride into town. Go home. Lock the doors. I’ll be back soon.”

You nod quickly, eyes flickering over to Judd’s body and you shudder to think what would have happened if Jack hadn’t heard you scream. “I’ll- coffee will be ready for you and the sheriff.” You promise, knowing that you will be too jittery to sit still. You will probably start making cookies and pies for the men since dinner is already started.

Jack nods, leaning to kiss you softly before he pulls back. Your horse is still tied up so he swings his leg over his horse, galloping off to see the sheriff. “Judd’s what?” The sheriff asks, eyes wide in shock. “He’s dead.” Jack repeats, “he tried to attack his wife. She - she ran onto my land and told me he tried to take her with force the day after their wedding. She’s been stayin’ with me.” He explains and the sheriff’s eyebrows lift beneath his hat. “And you’ve taken her as your own?” He guesses from the way Jack is acting. “I love her.” He confesses, “we both know Judd was a monster. He would’ve killed her like the last one. She did all of us a favor.” He snorts and the sheriff’s nods, knowing he’d be happy to have Judd off his back even if he will miss the coins.

“Guess I should go speak to her.” He sighs, dropping his boots off his desk and groans as he grabs his hat. “You plannin’ on marrying her?” He asks. “Judd’s ranch is nice little piece and she’s gonna get it. He didn’t have no family.”

Jack didn’t even think of that. Didn’t even care about obtaining more land but it would be yours to decide what you want to do with it. By proxy, Jack would own it as your husband but it would always be yours. “Goddamn.” Jack murmurs, knowing that Judd has gold stashed on his land too. He was a mean bastard. The sheriff and Jack ride back to his ranch, finding you in the kitchen. “Darlin’.” He calls out, knowing you must be distracted as you mix something in a bowl.

You yelp, not even hearing Jack come in. Whirling around, you press a hand to your chest. “Jack.” You whimper in relief before noticing the man standing next to Jack with a shiny star pinned to his chest. “Sheriff.” You had met the man when he had married you and Judd as soon as you stepped off the train. A pathetic little ceremony in the office in full view of the cells where drunkards and thieves slept. “I- I was making cookies for the men, in case…..” you trail off and look back at the table where nearly a dozen pies were sitting as they cooled. “Could I get you some coffee?” You ask the sheriff, aware he might have some questions.

The sheriff nods and Jack gestures for him to sit down at the table which he obliges, taking a seat next to Jack. “So little lady, you wanna tell me what happened?” He tilts his head after setting his hat down on the table.

You pour two cups of coffee and bring them over to the table before going back to get plates and a knife. If they are having coffee, they might as well have a slice of pie. “I was at Mary and the baby’s graves, visiting and pulling weeds.” You were asking her to forgive you for falling in love with her husband, but the sheriff doesn’t need to know that. “When I heard a horse, I thought it was Jack, so I didn’t turn around. Before I knew it, I was being pulled to my feet and slapped, Judd was screaming horrible things at me, hitting me.”

The sheriff knows about Judd, how he’s treated women in the past. Hell, he was there the day the man shot Mary. He nods softly, knowing that no one would miss Judd, not even his own ranch hands. “Well…it sounds to me like you acted in self defense. Something that isn’t punishable by the law. You were his wife. You now inherit his land and you are his widow. No longer married in the eyes of the Lord.” He explains and Jack’s eyes widen at the realization. He looks at you, scrambling to stand up, “marry me.” He demands, “right now. I wanna marry you. Want you to be mine officially.”

You are startled, gasping as he reaches for your hand. “Jack-“ you choke out. “What about Mary?” You ask but he shakes his head. “I’ll love her forever, but she’s gone, baby. She’s not here and I’ve-“ he pulls you closer. “I’ve fallen in love with you. You are my future, my happiness.” He coos. “Marry me?” He asks again, softly this time and you melt. Looking over to the sheriff, you ask, “can you marry us now, or do we have to wait?”

The sheriff chuckles, nodding as he stands up, the chair scraping. “You can be married now in the eyes of the Lord. You wanna do this here?” He asks, looking around and Jack looks towards you. “Here or the garden?” You smile, “the garden.” Jack nods, taking your hand to guide you outside. He doesn’t have a ring but he can get you one, wanting you to have everything. You’ve saved him. He takes your hands, standing beside the garden you’ve been cultivating, and the sheriff puts his hand on his head, reaching into his jacket for his bible.

You are nervous, squeezing his hand as he stands beside you. Tall and steady, making sure that you are taken care of. You trust Jack completely, knowing that he won't be like Judd, he wouldn't make you afraid for your very life. "I love you." You murmur softly, looking over at him with a surety that makes you proud to marry Jack.

Jack winks at you as the sheriff begins to explain what marriage is. Jack looks at the sheriff, "we are both widows. Can we skip to the vows so I can kiss my wife?" He asks and the sheriff snorts while you giggle. "Do you, Jack Jameson Daniels, take this woman to be your wife?" He asks and Jack smiles, squeezing your hand, "I do." The sheriff asks you the same question and you nod, "I do." He sighs and shuts his bible, "then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your-" He doesn't get to finish before Jack is surging forward to press his lips to yours.

You giggle against his lips, kissing him back and throwing your arms around him while he spins you around. Feeling happy and lighthearted. You are a married woman again, this time to a man who you love that you want to be with. You won’t be running from him.

“I’ll register Judd’s death and then register the marriage.” The sheriff declares, “now don’t be shootin’ anyone else, sweetheart.” He orders you and you lean into Jack’s chest. “I promise.” You grin and Jack squeezes your waist, “now git so I can make love to my beautiful bride.” Your newly minted husband orders the other man who chuckles and tilts his head. “Have fun kids.” He makes his way to his horse, making a note to have his deputy come collect Judd’s body later. Jack surges forward to kiss you again, groaning into your mouth, and he ducks down to wrap his arm around your knees, lifting you into his arms.

You squeal, then throw your head back and laugh as Jack turns towards the house and carries you. “Jack!” You wrap your arms around his neck and smile. “I can walk.”

He grins, "not over the threshold. It's bad luck and we ain't needing any more of that shit." He declares and you giggle, clinging to him, and he kicks the door open. He carries you into the house and sets you down, his hands sliding along your body.

"Does this mean you will.....finish inside me?" You ask, biting your lip as you look into his eyes. "I- I want to feel my husband inside me as he cums."

Jack nods, cock hardening in his pants at the thought of filling you up with his cum. He loves how eager you look and he kicks the door shut, taking your hand so he can escort you up the stairs. Your baking is abandoned as he focuses on you, his wife. When you’re upstairs, he turns you around so he can slowly start to unlace your dress. Leaning down, he presses kisses to your neck, “so goddamn beautiful.”

“You are just being sweet to me because I married you.” You tease, practically glowing because you are now Mrs. Daniels. Tilting your head so he can have more access to you, it’s tortuously sweet and yet it feels like your dress is falling off your body in a second.

When your dress falls, his hands immediately cup your tits, gently squeezing them in his palms, and he groans as he kisses more of your skin. His impatience wins out as he spins you so he can duck down and take your nipple into his mouth.

You whine, eyes closed as your fingers bury into his hair. You know that he will make sure that you are breathless and satisfied by the time you are finished but this time is special. This is sealing the vows that you just made to each other. “Husband.” You whimper. “Please.”

Jack hasn’t been addressed as husband for so long but hearing you say it has his heart pounding in his chest. “Fuck.” He murmurs against your skin, shifting to kiss down your stomach until he is kneeling before you. You’ve brought him back to life and he desperately needs to show you that, to worship you. He groans your name, shifting to lift your leg onto his shoulder, and he groans when your scent hits his nose.

You know he wants to put his mouth on you again, making you shudder at the thought. He loves it and you are grateful that his pleasure is so tied to your own. He isn’t greedy or selfish with his touch. “Jack.” The first touch of his tongue has you pitching up off the bed, hips lifting to his mouth. “God!”

He smirks against your folds, loving how you moan, and he eagerly laps at you. Your tangy taste is one he can sample for the rest of his life. “Fuck.” He grunts as he pulls back, using his thumbs to spread your folds before he dives in with a groan.

He drives you out of your mind. Licking and sucking, teasing you with the curl of his tongue against your sensitive flesh. You know that it’s positively wicked but you don’t care, it feels amazing. Pulling moans out of you every time he flicks his tongue against your clit. “Oh God, I can’t-“ you gasp out. “I’m gonna-“ you keen, feeling stars burst behind your eyes and you shake apart for him.

It’s the quickest you’ve fallen apart for him and he thinks it’s a combination of his love for you and the fact that you belong to him. He loves how you cry his name as he laps at you, working you through it, and his cock is throbbing with need for you. “Lemme be inside ya, sugar.” He rasps, shifting to his haunches to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes.” You lunge up, helping your husband undress, wanting to see and feel his strong body. He had cleaned Judd’s blood off his face at some point, so you lean in to press kisses along his jaw, nipping the skin.

He grunts when he pushes his shirt off his shoulders and your hands fumble with his belt until finally you wrap your fingers around his hard cock. “Fuck. Let me-” He chokes, shuffling and nearly falling forward as he pushes his pants down, kicking them off. He shifts to hover over you, his hand caressing your side, “my beautiful wife.”

“Make love to me, Jack.” You demand. “I’m already yours but I want you to erase the fear.” You reach for his shoulder to pull him closer. “I was so afraid when Judd found me. Afraid I would never see you again. Afraid that you would think I had just left you.”

He nods, gripping his cock to position himself at your entrance. His dark eyes meet yours as he slowly starts to push into you. He groans your name, kissing along your neck as he stretches you out.

“You feel so good. So big inside me.” You moan softly. You don’t mention his name, but Judd’s cock had been something small, pathetic when he had pulled it out that day you fled. You couldn’t imagine feeling like you do right now with him. “Like you are so deep inside me I don’t know where you begin and I end.”

Jack loves hearing you talk like this. He groans, “that’s right. Only I can make you feel like this. Only cock you’re gonna have is mine.” He murmurs between kisses. “I love you, sugar.” He grunts, starting to rock into you.

“I love you, Jack.” You close your eyes as he starts to make the bed creak as he pushes in and out of you. It’s a rhythm that seems as old as time but it’s still so new to you. Your legs wrap around his waist and he groans in pleasure when your walls clench down around him.

No more words are spoken as he rocks into you. There's no rush, no worry, nothing hanging over your head. Just the two of you and the future shining bright ahead. "Fuck. You feel so good, sweetheart." He murmurs, reaching down to slide his hand between you so he can rub your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, making you whine as he expertly drives you mad. “I want to feel you.” You gasp. “I want to feel you deep inside me when you cum.”

He groans, “that’s it sweetheart. You need to - fuck - cum for me.” He demands, “cum first and then you’ll feel me.” He promises, rocking into you a little harder.

You pant into his mouth, nodding as your eyes slip closed again. Letting him completely overwhelm your senses. “Jack-“ you bite your lip and rock your hips down, feeling your body fly to the edge of bliss so quickly under his talented hands.

He groans as you squeeze him, lost in the feel of your cunt gripping his cock and knowing he doesn’t have to pull out of you to spill his seed onto your belly. He moans your name, “gonna - gonna cum.” He warns you, wanting you to be sure.

“Yes, baby.” You moan, cunt clenching harder in anticipation. Wanting to feel what it is like to be filled for the first time. “Cum, I want to see you.” Eyes open, you caress his cheek gently. “Make me your wife completely.”

He clenches his jaw, watching you and he pants your name, desperate to fill you up, make you his in every way. “Fuck.” He hisses, dark eyes focused completely on you. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna - shit.” He growls, pushing deep as his cock twitches, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut as he paints your walls.

You whimper, feeling the heat filling you. Flooding your womb and it gives you the sense of completion you had never expected to feel. Like this is what was supposed to be when you climbed onto that train. “I love you.” You whisper, kissing along his jaw as he rocks into you, riding out his pleasure.

He collapses onto you, shifting his weight to his forearms so he doesn’t crush you. His lips press against yours, tongue sliding into your mouth as his entire body buzzes. He loves you so much. You’ve saved him. He never imagined that inspecting the fence on the edge of his property with Judd Miller would lead to him finding the woman who would save him from his solitude. “I love you too, Mrs. Daniels.” He murmurs and you giggle, caressing his back. “The boys will be here soon for dinner.” You sigh when you are curled around him, his hand caressing your thigh. “They can serve themselves.” Jack growls, squeezing your ass and leaning in to kiss your neck. Your squeal makes his chuckle. His house is a home once again.

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