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  Love Always

  M.K. Moore

  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by MK Moore

  About the Author

  Dedicated to the amazing Dolly Parton. I just found out she wrote "Jolene" and "I Will Always Love You" on the same day. That is next level legendary.

  Copyright

  Love Always by M.K. Moore

  © M.K. Moore 2021 Flirty Filth Publishing.

  All Rights Reserved

  By the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without permission of the publisher is unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  The use of actors, artists, movies, TV shows and song titles/lyrics throughout this book are done so for storytelling purposes and should in no way be seen as an advertisement. Trademark names are used editorially with no intention of infringement of the respective owner’s trademark.

  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Blurb

  Marla

  Yesterday I met him, and today he's my husband. Some might say it's quick, but I am not one of those people.

  Buck

  Married to my boss's daughter in less than a day? It might not be the best career path, but I've never taken the easy road.

  Nothing will keep these two apart.

  I will always love you takes on a whole new meaning in this short, safe, instalove set on the biggest ranch in Tennessee.

  *This short story previously appeared in the Denim and Blues Anthology.*

  Chapter One

  Marla Tipton

  My father is an asshole. Well, he is, and he isn't. Usually, he's a nice, loving father. My mom passed away about ten years ago now. It was a freak car accident that took her from us, and Pops has never been the same. I have two younger brothers who were still nursing when it happened. I was eleven and helped as best I could, but we needed help. Cue Mrs. Tincheley. Our housekeeper/nanny. She's still with us today, though I handle most everything to do with Jim and Tim. I also am the business manager for our ranch, the Circle T.

  So, the asshole part comes in when this morning I was kindly informed of my impending marriage to a stranger. A fucking stranger. According to Lester McHale's Facebook page, he's fifty-nine and has five small children.

  The man wants a nanny, not a wife, but it won't be me. It's 2019, and I'll be damned if I let my father dictate to me who I marry, which is why I find myself at Roscoe's out on Route 129. It's Freedom, Tennessee's only bar. It isn't the classiest, but it is going to get the job done. I am going to let loose and find a man on my own terms. As soon as I walk in, Blake Shelton is playing on the jukebox, and it's loud. People are trying to talk over the music, so it's even louder. I don't have many friends, but the ones I do are already set up at the bar. Making my way over to them, my best friend Clare jumps up from her barstool as I approach.

  "Damn, Marla. You are looking hot tonight," she says, whistling. I laugh because I went totally out of my comfort zone of jeans and a tee-shirt for tonight. I am wearing a fitted maroon dress with a bouncy skirt and long sleeves. It flares out around my knees. I finished the look with my trusty brown cowboy boots.

  "Thanks, Clare. How long have you been here?" We exchange hugs, and I plop down on the empty stool next to her about as gracefully as a colt standing up for the first time.

  "About thirty minutes. You gotta catch up. I've already had four beers."

  "I can’t. I’m driving tonight. I am here to dance the night away."

  "Girl, you’ve come to the r place. This place is crawling with men."

  "Speaking of, where is Bobby Ray?" I ask, mentioning her husband of three years. He turned eighteen first, eight whole days earlier than she did, but on her eighteenth birthday, they got married at Freedom Baptist Church and haven’t looked back. They have been in love since the first day of pre-k, and it shows. She grins and gets the same dreamy look on her face she always does.

  "Went to the bathroom," she replies. It looks like she misses him, and he’s probably only been gone a few minutes. I want what they have. He gets the same look on his face when the situation is reversed. It’s like the other half of their soul is missing if one of them steps out of the room. It’s both cute and annoying, to be honest.

  "How’s Taryn?" My two-year-old goddaughter can be a handful, but she’s just about the sweetest little girl I’ve ever met. At least to me.

  "She’s perfect. My mom has her tonight," she says, leaning closer to me. "I stopped taking my birth control about two weeks ago. I am hoping tonight we get knocked up again." I grin. Clare was born to be a mommy.

  "I am sure you will," I say. Bobby Ray comes back and kisses his wife like he’s been at war. I am used to it by now but come on. Why do they gotta rub their love in my face? Suddenly, the music cuts out, and the lights flicker and turn off.

  "Hey, Jessica, did your old man forget to pay the power bill again?" Someone shouts from behind me.

  "Fuck off, Billy. It’s storming," she shouts back. Jessica and her husband Trevor have owned this bar since her daddy, Roscoe, passed away last year. Now that the music is off, we can hear the thundering booming overhead. I can also hear the rain. I can’t even remember the last time it rained, to be honest. It’s dry and hot in this part of Tennessee right now. I am lost in my musings when I feel a body come up next to me—a big body. The lights come back on and stay on this time. He smells fantastic, and when I look up at him, I almost swallow my tongue. Tall, dark, & handsome. Holy shit. It’s hot in here.

  "Bartender, can I get a whiskey and whatever cold beer you have on tap," he asks. His voice is like smooth velvet as it washes over me.

  "Sure thing, stranger," Jessica says. Clare elbows me in the side. I had told her all about what my dad this morning and what my plan was.

  "Marla," she whispers. "Get him before someone else does."

  "How the fuck do I do that?" I ask.

  "No need, babe. Buck’s got you," the man says, whispering in my ear. When did he get so close? I swallow and take a deep breath.

  "And who the hell is Buck?" I ask, using my sassiest voice. The music has kicked back on a Garth Brooks song this time, and I can’t help tapping my foot to the beat.

  "That’d be me, babe. Tell me your name, so I know what I’ll be chanting as I fuck your surely tight cunt tonight," he growls low so that only I can hear him. I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks. Usually, I think I would be offended by talk like that if anyone had ever talked to me like that before. Instead of being offended, I am turned on more than I ever have been, and I am compelled to answer him.

  "Marla," I say, my voice breathy.

  "Pretty name for a pretty girl," he says.

  "Thank you, Buck."

  "Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, placing the palm of his hand on my lower back, right above my ass. I can feel it burning my skin, and I know I am going to let him do anything he wants.<
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  "Sure. Whiskey, neat." I say, forgetting that I was not going to drink tonight.

  Oh well. I am sure I’ll get a ride.

  Chapter Two

  Leonidas "Buck" Buckley

  As soon as I walked into the bar, I heard her laugh first. It was loud and throaty and went straight to my balls. Then I saw her—curves for days and long legs. Like a magnet, I am drawn to her. Standing next to her, I breathe in the scent of her. She smells like fresh-cut grass and wildflowers. On her, it’s mouthwatering. I inhale again, memorizing it.

  The way I spoke to her was fueled by something more than desire. I can’t explain it. It’s not something I have ever felt before, but I have to have her. A fire has been lit in my veins, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. Good thing because I don’t want to.

  I order my girl a whiskey neat and take the empty barstool next to her.

  "What brings you out on a night like this?" I ask.

  "Just a Thursday night out with my best friend and her husband," she says, gesturing to her left. The man is standing behind his wife, protecting her.

  "Bobby Ray Graham, my wife Clare," he says, extending his hand.

  "Buck Buckley," I reply, shaking it.

  Then she laughs again. Her curly light red hair shakes with the effort, and a hint of coconut hits my nose.

  "What?"

  "Your parents named you Buck Buckley?" she asks, hardly able to breathe. I chuckle.

  "No, babe. Leonidas Buckley, at your service," I say, tipping my Stetson at her.

  "Like the guy from 300?" She looks up at me biting her lip. Holy shit, I can just imagine her down on her knees in front of me, looking just like that before taking me into her mouth.

  "Just like." She takes a sip of her whiskey that was just set down in front of her. "Dance

  with me?" I ask, and her green eyes light up.

  "Yeah, I’d like that," she replies, and I help her to her feet. As soon as we get on the dance floor, the music changes from a fast-paced song to a slow one. I don’t hesitate to pull her closer to me. Her curvy body molds to mine, and I could swear we were made for each other. She sighs in contention as we sway together.

  I don’t let her out of my arms or away from my side for the rest of the night. We drink, laugh, and talk with her friends, but I know that I don’t want her to go as the night winds down.

  "Ready?" I ask her like it is a foregone conclusion that she’s going home with me.

  "Yep," she says, giving her friend a hug and grabbing her purse. We walk out of the bar with her hand in mine through the parking lot to my grey Chevy Silverado. The rain has stopped for now, but the thick, cloying air tells me it will soon start again. "Um... How am I supposed to get up there?" she asks nervously.

  "No worries, babe. That’s what I am here for," I say, gently grabbing her hips in order to lift her up into the passenger seat. Her sweet gasp goes all through me. I shut the door and use the time it takes me to walk around the truck to get my shit together. I crank up the truck, and the country station I had on plays softly. The drive to my place is filled with a comfortable silence. Occasionally, she hums along with the song, but for the most part, she’s quiet. In the moonlight that’s pouring through the window, she looks like an ethereal angel.

  I haven’t been with a woman in over ten years, and this one makes me want things I thought I didn’t. At twenty-seven, I’m ready to lay down some roots. As a child, I traveled with my adoptive parents. They were both on the rodeo circuit, and I was drug and them until I was a freshman in high school. I was the only kid who looked like me on the circuit, but I never felt out of place. My parents made sure of that. When I was fourteen, I put my foot down and was sent to live with my dad’s parents in Texas. There, I worked their ranch for pocket money. It was there that I learned to care for horses and cows, goats, and even bunnies. Gran loves bunnies. I got my diploma, went to college, and became a large animal veterinarian. It was the natural career path for me. For the last three years, I’ve been traveling the country yet again, gaining the experience to become the permanent veterinarian for The Circle T Ranch. I start on Monday.

  Today, I signed the deed for the house I bought about a mile away from the ranch. I knew I wanted my own space, but I also didn’t want to be too far away in an emergency. It’s still a work in progress, but I am thanking God I set the master bedroom up as soon as the bed got here.

  "You’re the one who bought the Dresden Mansion?" she asks as I pull to a stop in front of the house.

  "Yep. Just this morning. How’d you hear about that?"

  "Freedom is a small town. Everybody knows everything. I’m so glad you bought this place, though. There was talk of tearing it down and putting up a restaurant. It would have broken my heart."

  "Why is that?" I ask, taking her hand.

  "This was a hospital during the Civil War. My family lives nearby and has since before the war. The matriarchs of both families served as nurses. It would break my heart if such a huge piece of history were gone."

  "Don’t worry, babe. I plan on restoring it to its original glory."

  "That's mighty kind of you, Buck," she says, launching herself at me. Her hug is fierce, and I return it. The air in the truck changes. It's charged with something I don't recognize. Suddenly, my lips are on hers, devouring them. She tastes like whiskey and innocence. Our tongues connect, and I know we aren't making it into the house. She's in my lap now, her skirt up at her hips. Her lacy white panties are on display for me, and I want nothing more than to bury my face in that pussy of hers.

  "Buck, please," she whispers, and what little bit of control I have snaps. The rain has started falling again, and the wind has picked up.

  "What do you need, babe?" I ask through gritted teeth. She's moving on top of my hard cock, and she's fumbling with my belt.

  "You. Just you," she breathes.

  She's just sealed her fate, forever.

  Chapter Three

  Marla

  The vein in his neck is strained. I can see how hard he is trying to keep everything in check. I love that he’s losing control. Another song plays on the radio. It’s my favorite by Dolly Parton and, oddly enough, also my favorite Whitney Houston song. How perfect is this song? It’s crazy how my body is responding to this man. I pretend to have a clue about what I'm doing. All I know is the hard cock under my ass needs to be in my pussy, like now. I feel like I am on fire. I can feel every nerve in my body come alive.

  "Babe, please. Let me take you inside," he growls, kissing my neck before moving back to my lips. We kiss, our tongues dancing for a while. I am achy, needy, and on the verge of tears. Good tears, though. When his lips are on mine, I feel complete for the first time. Before tonight, I thought I didn’t need a man, but I was wrong. I need him.

  "No time. I need you now," I moan, finally getting his belt open. Leaving his pants buttoned, I reach in and pull out his massive cock. Fuck, that’s gonna hurt so good.

  "Fine. You asked for it." His long finger reaches out and touches my pussy through the fabric of my panties. They are soaked and sticking to me. I shiver at his touch. Gripping the edge of my panties, he pulls them from my body with minimal effort. I lift my ass up and watch as he grips his cock, lining it up with my open. I slam down until he breaks through my cherry. "Are you fucking kidding me, babe? This sweet pussy is only for me?" he grunts as I move my hips, reaching for something, anything, but I don’t quite know how to get.

  "Yes. It’s only for you," I breathe. Somehow, he manages to get the car turned off, and the door open with me in his arms carries me in the rain to his front door. The rain is beating down on us while he maneuvers the keys from his hand to unlock his door. Once inside his house, he pushes my back against the now-closed front door. He’s still inside of me, and I am getting wetter and wetter. He pulls out of me and sets my feet on the floor. Reaching down, he pulls the hem of my dress up and lifts it off my body. I step out of my boots, leaving them where they are. He kicks his own off
while I lift his shirt over his head. "Holy shit," I whisper. I am surprised by the fact that his large, imposing chest is covered in muscles. I lick my lips.

  "You like what you see?" he asks, grinning down at me. He’s so tall. I love it.

  "I do. I do. I really, really do," I blurt out.

  "Good girl," he says, reaching behind me, opening the clasp on my bra and pulling it away from my body. He lifts my boobs in his hands; his palms graze my nipples, causing me to gasp. I open his pants the rest of the way, and they fall to the floor where he steps out of them. "Come to bed, Marla. The night is still young," he says, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom.

  "Wow. This a great room. Huge bed," I say stupidly. Of course, it’s enormous. He’s so big. He chuckles, lifting me up and tossing me on the bed. I bounce as I land. He stands over me, stroking his massive cock. My wet hair is stuck to my face, so I frantically try to move it out of my eyes. I don’t want to miss a second of this.

  "Babe. You are so fucking gorgeous. You belong to me now; you know that don’t you?" he asks, his voice gruff.

  "I gathered that. Stop teasing me with that huge cock," I say, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him. He climbs on the bed, between my thighs. Leaning down, he kisses me softly before sliding back into me. I wrap my legs around his waist. He thrusts in and out of me, harder and harder, until I feel my orgasm rising. My nails dig into back as I come, screaming his name. A few minutes of thrusting later, I feel him fill my unprotected womb with his seed.