Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I begin to pray that this is the one that’s mine. This girl is… gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. She’s short, maybe 5’6 to my 6’4. Her long blonde hair is a bit curly and unruly. She smiles at something one of her sisters says and my heart skips a fucking beat. I can’t stop staring at her. Hell, I don’t want to stop staring at her. Ever. I’m amazed at how quickly my thoughts go from bachelorhood to marriage, but I knew from one letter from her that it was her. No other woman could do this to me. They have tried and they have failed. My cock hardens as I think about getting the chance to make love to her for the rest of my life. Shit, I will myself to stop thinking about her like that because if she’s not mine, it’s going to be awkward as hell later on.
Her tits are huge, way more than a handful, even for my large hands and I fucking love that. She’s slender, but curvy with wide, child bearing hips. I’ve never once thought about having children, but suddenly all I can think about is breeding her. That one, specifically. I shake my head to clear the thought. Seriously, stop thinking about her like that, asshole, at least until you know for sure which one is yours. One of Sadie’s responses was that she’d like to be married immediately. West Virginia has no waiting period. I obtained a marriage license online and picked it up this morning at the Hollow’s Hollow annex of the Kanawha County Clerk’s Office.
“Excuse me? Are you Mr. Sutton?” one of the girls, hopefully not my girl, asks, coming up to me.
“I am, and who might you be?” I ask, taking my hat off and extending my other hand to her.
“I’m Hannah Yoder.” Thank God. She briefly shakes my hand.
“Pleased to meet you Miss Yoder. Care to introduce me to the rest of your sisters?”
“Sure. This is Ada, Rachel, Miriam, and Lavinia,” she says. I shake all of their hands, relieved that none of them are my Sadie.
“Nice to meet you. You must be Sadie?” I ask, moving over to my girl. The one I want. The one I need— when did I start needing anything? When my hands touch hers, something in me changes. A fierce need to protect and love her washes over me. I hear her little gasp and I know she felt something too. I grin at her. The smile she gives me could melt the coldest heart.
“I am. It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Sutton.” She removes her hand from mine, and I mourn the loss of it. I notice the bus driver has gotten off of the bus and opened the luggage compartment on the side of the bus.
“Please call me Jasper. Let’s get your things.”
“We packed light, Jasper. Just the things we couldn’t live without. We will want to buy new clothes as soon as we’ve worked enough to afford it,” Sadie says. Her sweet voice brings back my raging hard on.
“Of course. That makes total sense” I reply. I’ll take care of that for her. For all of them. The least I can do is buy them some western clothes to get started. I’ll take them to the mall in Charleston in the morning. Tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have much to do. Sadie doesn’t need to work if she doesn’t want to, but I don’t want to stop her from experiencing all this life has to offer.
Each girl grabs a small bag from under the bus. I take Sadie’s from her and impulsively grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers. She doesn’t say anything, but she does stare at our joined hands. “I’m parked just over here,” I say, leading them to my large, fifteen passenger van the ranch hands use when they want to go out together.
I open the back end and set Sadie’s bag in. One by one, each girl does the same. I open the side door and the other five pile in. “Be sure to buckle your seatbelts ladies.” I am not sure if they have use of cars, but I want them to be safe. They don’t say anything, so I shut the door. I lead Sadie around to the passenger seat. I lift her up into it, the need to touch her strong. I buckle her in and close the door.
Getting into the van, I buckle my own seat belt and drive over to the church, where Alton is waiting for us.
I’m ready to make this girl my wife.
Right now.
Chapter Four
Sadie
The moment his hand touches mine I know I have made a mistake. I cannot marry him. There is nothing wrong with him. As a matter of fact, he is sturdy and solid looking. When he shook my hand, I could feel the story of his life and work on them and suddenly, my mind asked what those hands would feel like on my bare skin.