She was nervous, although for the life of her she couldn’t understand why she should be. Fingering the delicate white nightdress embroidered with tiny pink flowers, Callie Mae wandered around Morgan’s bedroom. She looked at the books neatly stacked atop his small desk, peered into the mirror and fluffed her hair, and finally went to the window, pulling back the curtains.
It was a lovely night she thought with a sigh. The wedding had been beautiful too and she’d nearly cried when Morgan unexpectedly strayed from the traditional vows and promised to treasure her above all else for the rest of his days. She recalled the surprised expressions she saw on the faces of some of the guests and smiled.
He was different. In many ways he was the exact opposite of the man he once was, save one, his penchant for administering discipline to a naughty female bottom. Still, there was nothing she would change, nothing that would stop her from loving him with all of her heart and soul. Hearing his footsteps on the stairs her heartbeat quickened and a hand flew to her tummy where millions of butterflies seem to have gathered.
“You are so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said entering the room and closing the door quietly behind him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied with a grin.
“Come here, darlin’ and let me kiss you.”
Eagerly, she moved into his arms. He held her close to his chest and kissed the top of her head.
“Happy?”
“Yes” she breathed, snuggling as close as she could. “It seems I’ve loved you for a very long time.”
“Ever since I bought you that peppermint stick?” he teased.
“Probably before that,” she laughed. “But that day I was certain.”
Morgan pulled back and used a finger to tip her chin up.
“I can’t say I’ve loved you as long as that,” he admitted honestly. “I don’t think I really knew you back then.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, I certainly didn’t know what a beauty you would become, or how stubborn you might grow to be.”
Callie Mae frowned.
“I also didn’t know what a kind and loving nature you had. I know we don’t agree on some things, but I have to respect your dedication to the girls of The Duchess and your drive to make the saloon a success. You’re concerned about the people around you, ones like Laurie Dixon. In my mind, that makes you pretty special. I admire your grit.”
“Thank you, Morgan. That means a lot to me. And I loved how you added to your vows.”
“And I meant every word,” he affirmed. “Having the love of a woman like you is a gift, one I honestly never expected.”
“Oh Morgan, you’re turning my insides to mush.”
“Good,” he replied with a laugh as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. “There’s nothing sweeter that you wanting me as much as I want you.”
Carefully he placed her on the bed and began to strip off his clothes. She watched him in the fading light.
“Light the lamp. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
Morgan lit the oil lamp and turned it up.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” she replied grinning as he continued to undress. It seemed to her he was taking an excessive amount of time disrobing and she slowly started to unbutton the front of her gown. That seemed to speed him up some and she giggled when he finally dropped his drawers and his member sprang free.
“Like what you see?” he asked with his hands on his hips as his bride appeared to ogle him.
“Oh yes indeed,” she answered. “You once told me he was going to become my best friend and I do believe you were right. Hurry up and come to bed,” she insisted.
For once he listened to her, joining her on the feather bed, but apparently he was in no rush at all. Slowly he finished unbuttoning her gown. He spread the front and looked at her breasts for a long time.
“Touch me,” she finally begged arching her back.
