The Cowboy's Bride
Chapter 1
     
    T essa opened her
eyes to a bright ray coming directly into the window through a tiny
peak of curtain. The curtains were an off white, which weren’t
recognizable. Where am I?
    “Mmm… you’re finally awake. I’ve been
waiting,” came a masculine voice. Chills went down Tessa’s arms as
she winced, wondering who the stranger was behind her. Hands moved
down her sides then wrapped around her, pulling her into an embrace
and directly on to an impressive erection.
    Tessa moaned without realizing it and leaned
her neck back and allowed her head to fall onto the man’s chest.
“Good morning,” she said, hoping that she would regain her memory
from the night before.
    “I had hoped you’d remembered,” the man
said. “We were both a little, well…we weren’t exactly in the best
shape last night.”
Tessa groaned inwardly. How could she have done something like
this? She had never even been with a man before, and go figure, her
first time and she couldn’t even remember. At least the pressure
was off. Tessa closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the feel of
the man’s body pressing against her backside. His hands were large
and were moving slowly over her body and up to her breasts, gently
squeezing. His breath on her neck was warm and he smelled great—all
man and outdoors. Sexy.
    A second later, Tessa turned and, for the
first time that morning, saw the object of her affection and nearly
fainted. Jake Anders her parent’s next door neighbor and the man
that she had a crush on for nearly her entire life. Tessa’s eyes
widened and she gasped.
    Jake looked deep into her eyes and knew
right then that she didn’t remember a thing. “Oh my God, Tessa. You
don’t remember, do you?”
    Tessa couldn’t think of what to do next;
tears ran down her cheeks. She was relieved, but at the same time
embarrassed.
    “How often do you do this sort of thing?”
Jake asked.
    Heat crept up her body and her face flushed.
“I don’t!”
    “You mean to tell me you didn’t know who I
was and you let me touch you like that?” Jake asked disgusted.
    “Well, I—” Tessa bit her lip. “I just, well
I figured, I…”
    Jake closed his eyes, nearly throwing up,
courtesy of his leftover hangover. “I’ll be…”
    Jake ran into the bathroom and firmly shut
the door. Tessa could hear the bile coming up and Jake’s groans.
Great. This was truly a romantic morning. Nothing like a first time
and then the man that you were in love with practically your entire
life in the bathroom throwing up. Tessa went to stand and grabbed
the sheet to wrap around herself. Locating her clothes, she pulled
on her panties first as the door opened. She stood there
bare-breasted with only her small, lacy-red panties on.
    Jake gasped. Tessa looked up and her eyes
widened.
    “Damn’t, Tessa, you are so beautiful,” Jake
whispered in awe.
    Tessa didn’t even make to cover herself, she
waited to see what he would do and was pleased with the outcome.
Jake moved slowly, steadily and she was soon in his arms.
    Tessa’s mouth opened as her tongue gently
traced Jake’s, probing with her tongue. Jake’s tongue tangled with
hers and she moaned. The taste of mint, reminded her that she
hadn’t yet brushed her teeth.
    Her breasts felt tight against his chest and
she could feel the hardened tips, as they were overly sensitive.
She moaned, and Jake moved his mouth away from hers and down to her
breasts. He pulled one sensitive tip into his mouth as he rolled
the other with his thumb and forefinger. Tessa’s hands went to his
head and pulled him in to her. His mouth was hot and very, very
talented.
    Tessa moaned and could feel the wetness
gather between her legs. Jake’s hands moved down as did his mouth.
He was now on his knees in front of her, and he looked up into her
eyes, asking permission. Tessa nodded and Jake’s mouth quirked up
to the right. He stood up slowly, then hooked one arm around her
and the other underneath her legs.
    “I

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