Possessed by the Bounty Hunter Bonus Scene
Bijou
Three Months Later
My breath catches in my throat as I watch my handsome blond cowboy round the front of his 1970 Dodge Challenger Black Ghost, wearing his white Stetson, a polished pair of brown boots, dark wash Wranglers, and a dress shirt and black coat.
Opening my door, he offers me his hand with a boyish grin. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready for more than five years, baby,” I reply, flashing an ear-to-ear smile.
Once I stand, he pauses, drinking me in until his azure eyes well with tears. “You’re breathtaking. I don’t know what I did to get this lucky, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life appreciating the hell out of you.”
Wrapping his arms around me, he leans in to kiss me, and I scold him, saying, “You’ve got to wait until the preacher man tells us we’re allowed. We’re on chapel time now.”
Winking, I saunter past him. Glancing back, I savor the way his eyes follow the sway of my hips as he removes his cowboy hat, running his fingers through his burnished gold hair. Striding large, he catches up, offering me his arm.
I wear a lacy, ivory, spaghetti-strap boho wedding gown that hugs my curves in all the right places, contrasting perfectly with my mocha skin and flowing raven-hued curls.
Around my neck, the replica of the crystal-clear, pale blue diamond necklace glitters, the only link tying me to the Lefevre legacy. We retrieved it from the backstage safe at the Bow before heading West, my last step in saying goodbye to Nashville.
Inside the quaint, vintage Nevada wedding chapel overlooking the turquoise waters of Lake Tahoe, our friends, Izzie and Wolfe, stand ready to act as our witnesses next to the minister.
I always envisioned us eloping, but this location beats the courthouse in Atlanta, Georgia, by a long shot. The waters of the lake are the color of the jewel around my neck and my man’s hypnotic eyes. Surrounded by tranquil evergreen groves and the afternoon sunlight as it shimmers off the waves, there’s never been a more perfect summer day.
Izzie’s eyes flow with tears, at least a partial side-effect of the cute baby bump she sports. Her long, honey-colored hair drapes around me as she hugs me, congratulating, “I’ve never seen Rutger happier. I don’t know what you’ve done to make that man walk the line. But I’m impressed. He needs you.”
“And I need him. More than you could ever know.” I glance in his direction, still starstruck by the sexy Texas cowboy I now call my own. He’s my everything. I could live a thousand years without growing tired of looking at him, kissing him, waking up next to him, and smelling his sexy masculinity. There’s nothing I don’t love about him and the dream-come-true of becoming Mrs. Hayes.
Wolfe envelopes me in a bear hug. He’s a true giant of a man, but despite the brutish looks, he has a gentle heart. “Thank you for making my best friend happy. I’ve never seen him like this with another woman. I want you to know, you bring out the best in him.”
I chuckle softly, nodding and agreeing. “We’re both better together. I can’t imagine my life without him.” My stomach knots, thinking back to three months ago…
In our confrontation with my brother and his bodyguards, we came far too close to losing each other. Remembering the horror and panic I felt as Rutger took my brother and his associates on, despite being pistol-whipped to the back of the head, chills my spine. I’ve never felt more helpless than I did in that moment, watching him fight for his life and mine, too.
But today’s not about dwelling on the past or the dangers we faced to finally be together. It’s about celebrating our love and the life we’re building together, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way of our happiness.
Rutger was anxious to bring me to Rough & Ready Country, the place we now call home. I know he wanted to get me as far away from the remaining Lefevres as possible. And the chance to make our original wedding date, the fifth of June, five years after the fact, proved a powerful incentive for both of us.
Rutger will continue working with the Hunter’s Guild. He figures there’s no better way to stay ahead of trouble and apprised of what the Lefevres may be up to. I’m not thrilled by the idea. But my Army Ranger is more than capable, and I need to have faith in him.
Staring into his warm, love-filled eyes, I repeat my vows with soul-deep conviction. My voice trembles, and I fight through tears as we unite before God and the world. He’s all I’ve ever wanted, and all I’ll ever need. A part of my very flesh, the best part of me.
The day is bittersweet. I don’t have any family in attendance because all of the female relatives I was close to, like my grandmothers, mother, and aunts, have either passed or moved overseas. The same goes for my grandfathers, father, and uncles, leisuring away their lives in Ecuador.
As for Rutger, his dad sent well wishes from Sugar Land, Texas, and his mother Zoomed congratulations from Puerto Rico where she lives with her new husband, Rodrigo, Rutger’s fourth stepfather. That’s enough family involvement for us. If there’s anything the last five years have taught us, it’s this: All we really need is each other.
After the wedding, we enjoy a quiet dinner with Wolfe and Izzie at Luigi’s, a quaint Italian restaurant with nightly blues and jazz performances. Photographs of its heyday in the 1950s and 1960s cover the walls, when Frank Sinatra, the Rat Pack, and even Marilyn Monroe graced the place.
I make a mental note to return and speak to the owner about performing here. It has a small stage, perfect for a little blues combo. Between Reno and Sacramento, there are plenty of talented musicians in the area to form a new Bee’s Boys. But enough about business. In truth, all I can think about is getting back to the cabin we rented on the water.
Two hours later, Rutger pulls me out of the Challenger, sweeping me into his arms and carrying me over the threshold. The cabin’s warm wood interior greets us as he gently sets me down.
The living room is filled with glowing candles, roses and rose petals, a crackling fire in the stone hearth, and two glasses of champagne next to a freshly uncorked bottle. My hand goes to my heart as I take in a deep, appreciative inhale.
“Does this work for you, beauty?” Rutger asks.
I have no words. Instead, I dive into his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck and standing on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“Mmm,” he moans in a seductive tone, locking his arms around my waist and pulling me into his hard arousal. “You seem anxious. What’s got you in a rush?”
“Finally getting to make love to my husband for the first time. I’ve dreamed about this for years, baby.” My voice cracks at the end despite my best intentions to keep things upbeat.
“Oh, yeah,” he says in dark tones. “That’s interesting. Because I’m ready to make you mine forever, Mrs. Hayes. And I’m looking forward to working without the constraints of a car interior, handcuffs, and chasing bounties.”
“What’s the fun in that?” I question in a breathy whisper.
“I’ll show you the fun in that.” Grabbing my hand, he leads me into the living room with its jaw-dropping vaulted ceilings. Grabbing a small white remote, he clicks it, and the sound system comes to life, filling the room with soft, sexy blues and jazz. Pocketing the remote, he wraps his arms around me, burying his head in my thick black curls and breathing me in as we dance.
He swirls me around the living room, letting the music sink into our bones as we melt into each other. My hands reach up under his dress coat, helping him out of it, and then they go to the buttons of his shirt as he continues moving me around the dance floor.
His hand traces the slit of my gown up the side of my leg, and I let out a seductive hum as he reaches my hip and white lacy underwear. His fingers slide over the back, cupping my naked ass and getting his first feel of my G-string.
Growling low in his throat, he remarks, “A man could get used to this.”
“Could he now?”
“For the rest of my life,” he smiles, looking down at my vintage blue diamond engagement ring and gold wedding band covered in tiny white diamonds.
I say warmly, “This is the proof we’ll always be together, baby. I’m yours now and forever after.”
“Good because I’m a mess without you, kitten.”
“Shh,” I whisper. “Don’t ever think about that again. We’re together now. Always.”
Moisture wells in his eyes as he pulls me into his arms, lifting me off my feet and twirling me around as he kisses me breathless.
Setting me gently back down, he grabs my hand, leading me towards the pile of plush, cushiony furs in front of the fireplace scattered with rose petals. He finishes the job I started, removing his shirt. My gaze simmers as the firelight flickers across his muscular shoulders, broad chest, and toned abs. I finger his pectorals, leaning down to trace his muscles with my lips and tongue until he pulls me back up to him, capturing my mouth again.
A rustle of fabric and the sound of his zipper puts an instant throb between my legs as he commands. “Lie back, baby. I can’t wait a moment longer to get my tongue on you. Then, I’m going to stare into those beautiful jade eyes of yours as I make love to my wife for the first time.”
Anticipation catches in my throat as I sink into the plush, soft furs, devouring him as he removes his Wranglers and tented gray boxer briefs. His baby blues never leave my face, even when mine drop thirstily to his massive, erect cock. He teases, “What are you staring at, beauty?”
“My personal possession.”
“Damn right,” he says, kneeling at my feet and parting my legs. He slides his hands slowly up and down the outsides of my legs, sending tremors of desire through me before finding my slippery panties.
“And this here’s my personal possession, every juicy bit of it,” he drawls seductively, grabbing my mound for emphasis. He pulls my panties down over my legs, taking his time, before throwing them across the living room. Then, he hikes up my lacy, flowing skirt, using his large shoulders to push between my legs, throwing my left leg over his body as he lies on his side.
His soft, warm lips linger over my inner thighs, transforming my breath from soft sighs to fevered pants as his lips and tongue tease the length of my slit. Licking my clit and sucking it into his mouth until my hips push hungrily skyward, he says rapturously, “Nothing tastes better than my wife’s honey. Fuck, baby, I’m married to the best dessert ever.” Pausing to stick his head up between my legs, he declares with an adorable grin, “Better than banana MoonPies.”
Before I can laugh, his mouth finds my pearl again, sucking, circling, and teasing it. I whimper and moan, gasping for breath. His fingers slide through my wet folds, penetrating me slowly and sensually. Taking his time, he demonstrates his masterful knowledge of my pussy. Mindlessly, I melt into the heat of his touch.
The indecent wet sounds of his tongue and his skilled caress push me over the edge. Screaming his name and grinding my pussy into his face, the world falls away, and I float away on a cloud of bliss, surrendering everything to him. He laps me up with enthusiasm, savoring my arousal.
Sitting up between my legs, satisfaction and desire radiate from his face. “Wife, everything about you is so damn sexy. From your pretty, perfect pussy to the intoxication of making you come. I’ll never get my fill of pleasing you.”
Leaning forward, he slides the rock-hard tip of his cock back and forth along the length of my slit, teasing ecstatic cries from my lips. Slowly, seductively, he possesses me an inch at a time, filling me completely with his unyielding love.
Covering my neck and breasts in kisses, his stroke deepens, growing urgent and aggressive as my breath rises to match his. My hands hungrily massage his naked back and neck, marveling at the rock-hard muscles straining beneath his sweaty flesh. His mouth finds mine for a mind-numbing kiss flavored with my sugar.
Changing the angle, he crashes into my G-spot, and I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him as deeply as I can as my fingernails dig into his angular shoulders.
The heat of his thick, demanding cock undoes me, and I explode around him, clenching him greedily as I feel the pleasure of his release pulse into me. We both have tears in our eyes as we gaze tenderly into each other’s souls, and tremulous waves rock our cores, declaring us one forevermore.
Before the roaring fire, we lie in each other’s arms. As our breaths synch, I sneak peeks at our gleaming marriage bands—without end, like our love. Wrapping his hard warrior body around me, he covers my neck and shoulders in tender kisses, and I dissolve into the warmth and safety of finally being Mrs. Hayes.
If you enjoyed Bijou and Rutger’s story, you’ll love reading the steamy second-chance romance about their friends, Izzie and Wolfe, in Love and Forgiveness that precedes it!
Izzie used to be the center of my world. No matter where an Army Ranger mission took me, she was the rock that grounded me through the chaos, the motivation behind every sacrifice, no matter how painful. But years of hurt and unresolved emotions have culminated in the unsigned divorce papers in front of me. She says she’s moved on, but how’s that possible when I have trouble breathing without her?
When my security company wins a contract at the museum she directs, Izzie is madder than hell. But I can tell by the way she looks at me that more than pain and anger brews beneath the surface. I’ll do anything to keep her safe, especially when she stumbles into a crime scene with dangerous implications. But is it too late for love and forgiveness to triumph?
Dive into the next steamy installment in the Rough & Ready Country series, Love and Forgiveness.
