Page 39 of A Triple C Ranch Christmas Wedding
But how busy can she be?She’s just housesitting in the Poconos and dog sitting that little cocker spaniel, Ginger.
There was no one around that Marcie knew, other than Ted. She’d never been to the Poconos before taking that job, and had just met him a few weeks ago. Unless she’d just met someone.
Maybe she’s made some new friends. A new boyfriend? It just seems weird that she’s gone from “I can’t wait to see you” to not answering him, at all.
He hoped nothing bad had happened.
Is she sick? Not able to answer her phone?
He hoped not. He hoped she was all right.
* * *
Inside the fancyhotel room Jack had reserved for them in Bozeman for the night before they would fly out, they were finally alone and ready to take off their wedding clothes.
Lucy didn’t know why she was feeling a little nervous. She’d been alone with Jack dozens of times before, but this time felt different.
This must just be wedding night nerves.
She had dreamed of tonight, which was now real and no longer a dream.
Could reality match a dream?
The wedding ceremony had. Everything had been beautiful and wonderful.
Now I am Mrs. Jack Barr.
She smiled to herself. Her back was to him and it was time to take her dress off. She needed help getting the tiny buttons undone, but this was part of her design, her plan, her dream. The slow unbuttoning of these buttons and the anticipation.
“Help me off with my dress?” Lucy asked, glancing over her shoulder with a sultry smile.
“Gladly,” he said. Coming nearer, he said, “Lift your hair.”
She lifted her long dark hair, and he began to unbutton her dress slowly, button by button.
Anticipating what would come next, Lucy closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands at her back, his fingers brushing her as he unbuttoned her dress. She sighed.
“Happy, Mrs. Barr?” he drawled.
She felt his breath on the back of her neck, and it gave her goose bumps. Then he kissed her there, his lips touching her bare skin.
With each touch, each breath, she was warming up, anticipating how they would make love soon on the big king-size bed.
“Yes, I’m very happy” she said. She’d loved hearing him call her “Mrs. Barr.”
When the dress was unbuttoned, he helped her as she stepped out, treating the gown with respect. “You made this beautiful dress, and you were a vision in it. When I saw you walking down the aisle, you took my breath away. My beautiful, creative wife,” he said.
His words warmed her heart and made her proud of her work and happy with his recognition of it. The dress had been a labor of love. To have him appreciate her efforts made her feel more than she had words to say, and she got choked up with them.
When he held out the dress, she took it from him. “Thank you,” she whispered. She hung the dress on a hanger and put it in the closet so it would stay nice. Though she would never wear it again, she wanted to keep it, maybe even pass it down to a daughter or granddaughter one day.
When she turned from the closet, he was there, sliding his hands around her bare waist as she stood in her bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels.
“Not only are you beautiful, Mrs. Barr, you are sexy as hell, while managing to look like an angel.”
The smile slowly spread across her lips. “Must be all that white lacy stuff.”
“But that’s not all,” he said. “That lacy stuff, by itself, though beautiful, would do nothing for me. It’s the woman wearing it.” He winked at her.
