Her Cowboy's Way by Starla KayeGetting married is a serious matter. The whole love, honor, and obey thing might be more than she can handle. Colby occasionally spanking her bottom... Well, it could be a deal breaker.
Brandi has known Colby Pennington for most of her life and has loved him almost as long. Getting married, though, is a serious matter. The whole love, honor, and obey thing might be more than she can handle.
Marriage is about an equal partnership, not having to follow anyone else’s rules. It is about having someone there whenever and wherever you want sex. Brandi is definitely okay with that part, especially with her sinfully handsome cowboy.
But the obey issue, that Colby intends to take care of her in all ways— including occasionally warming her bottom... Well, it could be a deal breaker.
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Her Cowboy's Way (Sample Chapter)
Colby occasionally spanking her bottom... Well, it could be a deal breaker.
© Starla Kaye and Black Velvet Seductions, 2013
The Bride Wore Red
Brandi couldn't go through with this. A wedding meant all kinds of serious: no more thinking only of herself, sharing a bed when she preferred stretching out all over it, acting civil in the morning before she even had half a pot of coffee, compromising, obeying…
She glanced at the outrageously expensive wedding gown hanging across the room used for brides in the church in which she'd grown up. Obeying. Love, honor and obey. Did she really have a grasp on what the word meant? Not according to her father. Not according to most people in town. She tended to go her own way about things…and sometimes had to pay a price for it. Considering that Colby had known her most of her life, he understood that she had trouble staying within boundaries. At least he should understand that, since he'd heard her complain numerous times about having gotten her bottom burned because she stepped into the "gray area."
She wasn't quite sure why all of a sudden she'd become obsessed with the three key words in the wedding ceremony. Maybe because they were really big words—okay, small letter-wise—but huge in meaning. She'd been too lost in the excitement of the moment last night at the dress rehearsal to think about the vows. She hadn't even thought about them when Colby had teased her when he'd dropped her off at her father's ranch. But now she remembered the hint of challenge in his dark eyes as he'd taunted her with "love, honor and obey."
Had he been referring to a few weeks ago when she'd told him she wanted to cut off her almost waist-length blonde hair and dye it auburn? He'd said "Absolutely not!" to both the cut and the dye job. It had rubbed her wrong, so she'd done both. Okay, she really needed to stop being so obstinate. With the first cut of her hair, she'd nearly had heart failure, but it was too late to change her mind by then. She'd hated having red hair. Of course, Colby had been disgusted with her for going against his wishes. He'd been a little sympathetic when she'd shed a few tears about the shorter hair. But he'd turned her bottom red —like her hair— anyway for acting so impulsively. If she would just listen… If she would just not get her back up… Yada, yada, yada. Still, she'd bleached her hair back to almost the original blonde shade.
The truth was that she'd been born breach. She couldn't even manage to "obey" (follow, really) the normal way of being born. And she'd spent twenty-six years disobeying her father's rules whenever she pleased and then suffering the consequences. Marriages were about equal partnerships, not having to follow anyone's rules. They were about adult relationships, about sex. She was definitely okay with the "sex" thing. Especially with Colby.
At the thought of the six-foot-three, sinfully handsome cowboy she'd known half her life, a familiar warmth curled inside her. She'd known him half her life but hadn't really known him until the last six months. She'd come back to Hinkley, Kansas, after graduating from college with her masters, intending to open an accounting firm with only the guarantee of her father as a client. Now she had several ranchers as clients, including Colby. Their client-accountant relationship had gone many steps further, steps that had led to her bed, to his bed, and now soon to their bed. What that man could do in bed. She sighed. Oh yeah, what he could do!
"Time to get dressed," Sarah announced as she all but bounced into the room, shoulder-length brown hair fluttering around her. Her best friend since childhood looked at the white dress with layers of satin and lace. She sighed in the same way she did every time she saw the dress. "You're going to look just like a princess."
Brandi hadn't picked out the dress; her father had. He'd always called her "his little princess"—except when she was in trouble—and he wanted her to look like a princess on her wedding day. Colby hadn't seen the gown yet, but he'd like it too. You couldn't get more feminine than this dress. He was all about feminine, all about her being a lady. Okay, he wanted her to behave like a lady. Behave! Obey. Admittedly, she had problems with both words, both definitions. Maybe the dictionary needed to be updated, to include her interpretations of the definitions: follow societal or other's rules if you so choose.
She looked at her friend, who rarely strayed into the "gray areas" and accepted the common definitions of those bothersome words. Maybe Colby should marry a woman like Sarah, someone who would almost never challenge him or give him grief.
Grimly, she said, "I think this might be a bad idea."
Sarah was already reaching to take the dress down and glanced curiously in her direction. "Bad idea? What are you talking about?"
Perched on the window seat overlooking the parking lot where guests were already arriving, Brandi pulled her legs up and hugged her knees. Still wearing jeans, she rested her chin on the comforting denim. "This whole marriage business. I'm not sure if it's really my kind of thing."
"You're kidding, right? You're about to wear this absolutely stunning gown, walk down an aisle lined with gorgeous white roses, and take the hand of The most studly man on earth in marriage. It doesn't get any better than that." Sarah looked at her as if she were an alien who'd taken over her best friend's body. "Oh, don't tell Thad what I said about Colby. Thad's studly too. Just in a different way."
Brandi couldn't deny that Colby Pennington was "studly."
Actually a lot of the women in town called him Super Stud Cowboy behind his back. Yes, she'd started it, and yes, he knew about it and that she'd been behind the nickname. He'd warmed her bottom when he'd found out, which still irritated her. You'd have thought he'd have been proud of the nickname!
"No, I won't say anything to Thad." He was okay looking, but hardly "studly."
Putting aside all studly thoughts, she looked at the gown. She didn't really care about the dress or the roses. Sarah's mention of Colby's hand had brought back to mind that whole behaving matter, the whole obedience issue which she'd been mulling over the last few minutes. She'd already experienced a number of spankings from the man who'd been her lover for the last couple of months and who'd merely tolerated her as his best friend's kid sister for years before that. She'd also already had a number of lectures from him on professional behavior because she tended to keep sporadic work hours and came and went as she pleased. He'd also had a word or two to say about her unladylike behavior, wearing jeans to work instead of dresses or suits. And he'd hinted that he expected to be the head of their household. He hadn't gone into specifics and she hadn't asked. Blind lust, evidently, had kept her thoughts focused in more interesting areas. But now she was having a serious back-to-reality moment.
She faced Sarah, nerves twisting within her. "I need to talk to Colby." Panic seemed to be taking over her mind. "Now. Right now."
Sarah blinked in horror. "You can't see him until the ceremony! It's bad luck." She shook her head. "No. No, no, no. Absolutely not."
Brandi wasn't a superstitious person. She knew what she needed. She needed to see Colby. Panic moved up another level, and her voice was harsher than she intended when she said, "There won't be a ceremony unless I talk to Colby." She pointed to the door Sarah had closed on entering. "Please. Just go get him."
Brandi raised her chin, battling tears. "Get Colby."
Colby struggled with his tie while his long-time friends stood around him, harassing him about finally getting married. He was about to give up on the tie and toss it in the trash when Sarah raced into the groom's dressing room. Brandi's best friend's face flamed in embarrassment as her gaze darted around taking in her surprised fiancé Thad, Brandi's father, and the other two men. It was plain she would rather be anywhere else but here. He had a bad feeling about this.
"What's up?" Colby asked when she hadn't spotted him in the far corner. His bride-to-be was up to something. Hell, she was always up to something. She would be a trial in his life for the next fifty or so years, but he felt damn lucky about that. He didn't really mind her going nose-to-nose with him on things every now and then, it kept their relationship interesting. He couldn't marry a woman who "Yes'd" him all the time, like Sarah did Thad. He liked a woman with guts…most of the time, anyway. 'Course when she'd decided to cut all that long, silky hair off… Well, he hadn't liked that so damn much.
Still, as troublesome as she could be at times, he loved Brandi clear to his long, skinny toes. For every irritating trait she had, there were more that pleased him. She could be seriously grumpy first thing in the morning, but he could live with that. She had a tendency to be far too casual with her work appearance and with her work habits. She was still struggling to stop being the college kid and be the career professional. They'd already talked about that. He would help guide her with that. Some of his "guidance" would involve taking her over his knee as part of their domestic discipline agreement. Not that she'd be thrilled to continue getting her bottom warmed as a married woman, but she'd allow it. Another reason he loved and respected her. She trusted him. He would not let her down; he would not abuse their agreement.
Sarah looked uncertain, standing there in her hot pink gown. Finally he asked again, "What's the problem?"
She nervously met his eyes. "Brandi says she needs to talk to you."
"She can't talk to him now," Sam Dalton protested, striding over, his forehead pinched in irritation.
Sarah worried her lower lip and focused on Colby. "She said something about there not being a ceremony unless she talks to you. Please. Come talk to her."
Colby let the ends of the bowtie dangle and nodded. "Best go have a few words with her then."
Her father, his folks, dang near half the town had worked hard to pull this fancy wedding together. He and Brandi would have been happy enough with just a couple of people to stand up with them. But, as his mother had made clear to him, weddings were for everyone else, not so much the bride and groom. He didn't plan on disappointing any of them today. Brandi really wouldn't want to, either. This was just some kind of "cold feet" thing, he was sure of it. She needed settling. She needed his help, reassurance of his love and his being there for her.
He walked over to Sarah, tried to give her a calming look. She still appeared concerned. But she tended to be a fretter. He glanced back at the frowning men behind him. "A minor delay is all. I'll take care of things."
Colby trailed after a distressed Sarah toward the bride's dressing room. Poor Sarah, she was a nervous wreck. There wasn't a superstition she didn't know about and didn't worry about. This whole business of him—the groom—seeing the bride before the ceremony was driving her crazy. She grumbled unhappily with each step back through the church.
She stopped at the end of the hallway. "Last minute nerves. That's all."
"I'm sure it is. Everything will be just fine, you'll see," he said and gave her a smile. It might take a few minutes of unpleasantness, but he'd get the wedding back on track. He knew in his heart that Brandi was depending on him to do so.
When they grew closer, he found the door to the bride's room was shut and Brandi's two bridesmaids stood in the hallway clearly annoyed. One of them turned on Sarah as she walked up. "She won't let us into the room. She says she needs to be alone. What's going on? We should be helping her get dressed. Doing something with her hair."
"Uh…" Sarah glanced worriedly at Colby.
"My bride-to-be appears to be panicking." He gave the women his most comforting smile. "Getting married is stressful."
They still looked concerned, time was drawing close. It worried him a bit, too. He moved in front of the door. "Why don't you ladies go make sure everything in the sanctuary looks all right. Give Brandi and I… say twenty minutes."
For a second they didn't move, and then Sarah took charge. "You heard the man. He wants some time alone with Brandi." She took off in the other direction and the doubting pair followed her.
Time to face your nervous bride. He sucked in a steadying breath and knocked on the door. "Brandi Lynn."
There wasn't much time for handling this matter. Guests were already filing into their seats. The organist was already playing. And, no doubt, Sam Dalton was having trouble controlling his desire to come handle whatever the problem was in a most firm, most fatherly manner. A way that would probably involve applying his hand to his daughter's bottom. But his time of doing that was in the past. As of today—well, even before today, spanking her when needed was Colby's duty.
As the lock clicked open, he steeled himself not to lose his temper because he'd grown anxious about the necessity to get ready for the ceremony, too. This was important. Brandi was important.
"I'm not agreeing to obey you in the vows. It's a deal breaker," Brandi said in a rush as Colby walked into the room. She looked so small, so on the edge. Her eyes were big, glistening with unshed tears. In that moment she appeared every bit of the ten years younger than him that she was. Not child-like, just younger and less experienced. Yet he saw the need for him to pull her through this bout of nerves.
He calmly closed and locked the door behind him. He didn't say a word for a second, trying to determine just how to handle this. She'd been standing close to the door, now she stepped backward. And backward some more.
He moved toward her. "A deal breaker, huh?"
She looked frustrated, a pinch of worry between her eyebrows. "This is important, Colby! I'm fine with the whole love and honor stuff."
"But the word obey bothers you." He was confused. It wasn't like he wanted her to do everything he said and not have a mind of her own. He wasn't always right. What he wanted, expected, was for her to give credence to his telling her not to do something, which would only be said for her own good. "Explain."
She put a hand to her stomach, a sign she was nervous. "I've spent my life obeying and following rules. I'm ready to be in charge of my own life. For Pete's sake, Colby, I have my own business."
"Yes, you do." He wasn't sure quite what she wanted yet. "You are in charge of your life. Our getting married doesn't change that."
"But… You have rules. You have expectations of me." She inched backward again.
Colby glanced at his watch. Time was not their friend right now. This wasn't a serious problem; she was grasping at straws, at anything, in her anxious-bride worry. "Do you love me, Brandi? Really love me?"
He stepped in front of her and her eyes widened at his closeness. Her scent drifted over him. She'd spent many hours in his arms and in his bed, many hours with him deep inside her. He could sense desire building within her, not fear of him. He prodded her again. "Brandi?"
"Yes. I love you with my whole heart. But…"
"That's all that's important." Even as he spoke, he took her hand and pulled her with him to the window seat. She didn't try to stop him, even gave a small sigh of relief.
Brandi was over his knee before she could even think of resisting. Truthfully, she already felt better. Colby had come to her as she'd asked, even when he should be getting ready now…just as she should be. He'd put her needs above everything else.
She settled into place, and then asked in concern, "What if someone looks up and sees us?"
He tugged her closer. "Nobody is going to see us."
"You're going to wrinkle your tux pants." Now that he was here, now that she was in this familiar position, she felt embarrassed by her strange show of nerves. She wanted to marry this man. She really did.
"My pants will be just fine." He swatted her denim-covered bottom. "But you need settling down. The stress of the wedding has gotten to you."
The smack over the denim hadn't really hurt, but if he spanked her long enough, she knew it could eventually. "I'm a grown woman; I shouldn't be getting a little nuts about this…about wedding vows." She flinched as she watched his hand rise and fall again.
Colby's expression showed both understanding and determination. She turned her head away. She was getting spanked. Good? Bad?
"We are getting married today, Brandi Lynn." A half dozen sharp swats landed with attention-getting force. "You don't really want to call this off. I know it." A dozen swats followed. "Do you?"
"No, but…" She gasped, her bottom hurt now. "You're sure you don't have any doubts?" She drew in a breath at a hard swat. "I won't always agree with you. I argue. I—"
He sent another biting swat down and laid his hand over the spot. "I've never had any doubts, Brandi Lynn. And I don't expect you to never argue with me."
She looked back at him again. Her bottom hurt, but the look of love in his eyes made up for the pain he'd caused. "So, are we done now?"
"Are you sure?" His fingers moved to the waistband of her jeans. "These can come down. I can warm your bare bottom until you're completely convinced that I will always take care of you…no matter what you need…or when."
"I'm pretty sure I get that now." She wiggled her bottom, felt the sting beneath the denim. "No, I'm definitely good with what you've already given me."
He smoothed his hand over her tender bottom and released her. Then as she scrambled off his lap, he said, "So, we're beyond any problems with the whole obey thing?"
"For the most part, yes." She stood in front of him, rubbing her bottom.
"I mean, I'll try to follow those rules we've talked about. But we both know I'll struggle. Can you accept that?"
Colby watched her hands moving over the sweet butt he'd just spanked. Normally he wouldn't allow it. Now he was fascinated by the action. More than anything he wanted to pull those jeans off and…
What had she asked him? Oh, yes, could he accept that she'd occasionally test him? "As long as you're my wife, I'll accept anything. I might spank you, but that has nothing to do with my love for you."
Her buttocks clenched and she stopped rubbing at the slight sting on her bottom. With a sigh, she stepped closer to Colby and he hugged her as she repeated what he'd told her before, "You spank me because you love me."
She felt him pull in a shuddery breath. Smelled his arousal. Felt the bulge beneath his tux pants.
"Darlin', you need to step away from me," he said huskily, although he still held her and rubbed against her to make sure she understood his problem.
Instead she reached down to cup him. Her hand moved up and down the length. He shoved forward with a groan.
"Damn, Brandi Lynn, you're killing me." Yet he didn't move away, simply let her have her way with him.
She smiled, always pleased when she made him hard like this. Stepping back, she went to her knees and unzipped his pants at the same time. Her hand found the heated shaft and pulled it out to play.
His eyes were dark, his nostrils flared, as he glanced warily toward the door. "You should be getting dressed," he managed to grunt out while she licked the head of his cock.
Brandi went right on doing as she pleased. She held him with one hand and ran her tongue up and down his pulsing shaft, following the vein line. Her other hand cupped his balls, gently massaged them.
"Brandi," he moaned, thrusting forward, demanding more of the pleasure that was making his face grimace with tension. "This isn't right." He moaned again. "It's damn naughty, here in church."
She leaned back and her hands continued to drive her man toward release. "Showing my future husband how much I love him is bad?"
"It's the timing that's bad," he gritted out. "Oh God! Ohhhhh God!"
Brandi worked him until he shot all over her hand. She made sure the semen stayed off his tux pants. Still holding him, she led him awkwardly over to a box of tissues and cleaned him up.
"Feeling less tense now?" She smiled at him while he quickly straightened his clothing.
"Hell, yes." Colby pulled her to him and kissed the top of her head, threaded his fingers through her chin-length blonde hair the way he liked to do sometimes. "Darlin', you don't have to promise before God and all that you will obey me. And I won't ask you to do so without good reason."
Brandi felt way beyond foolish about the issue now, embarrassed at her breakdown. She hugged him tighter. A second later, she shoved out of his embrace and glanced toward her dress hanging across the room. "Can you find the girls for me? I'm going to need help getting into that gown."
He stood, studied her for another second in silence, and nodded. "You're settled now, I take it?"
She smiled at him and put a hand over her bottom. "Yes, thank you."
"All right, I'll go round up your girls." He headed for the door, stopping to tell her honestly, "I suspect it was better that I came to talk to you, settle you down, than your father. But you're mine now. I'll be the only one turning your sweet bottom red from now on."
* * * *
Forty-five minutes later Colby's heart swelled with pride as he stood at the front of the church and took Brandi Lynn Dalton for his wife. He knew he was grinning like a lovestruck idiot, but he didn't care. He did love her. Even more when she met his eyes and firmly said, "…to love, honor and obey…"
And ten or so feet away they heard her father quietly chuckle.