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  The City Girl

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  Megan McCoy

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  The City Girl

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.

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  Table of Contents:

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  About the Author

  EBook Offer

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  Prologue

  Jeb looked down at his bride of two days. Just forty-eight hours ago, he couldn’t imagine how much they would enjoy being together, how hot the sex could be. Was it the new ring on her finger? The fact she’d made him wait till it was there? Rose was flat out the prettiest, smartest woman he’d ever met, or was liable to meet, he thought, as he squeezed her small hand.

  “Is it really ours?” She turned to look up at him.

  He couldn’t get over how much emotion her deep gray eyes held. They made him want to melt into them, or into her.

  With his free hand, he waved over the land, the lake, and the gently rolling hills, covered with still mostly bare trees. Another month or two and they would be full on green. “As far as your eye can see,” he told her. Holding her hand, he pulled her back toward the large flat clearing a half a mile or so away from the lake that their land bordered and surrounded. “This is where we’ll build your house—our house—and fill it with kids and critters, just like you want.” He knew her dream of a large family and lots of chaos. He could go along with that. Hell, it was his dream, too. “I’ll build fence for the horses’ pasture over there, and you can see they already started on the barn.”

  “Oh, the horses get a home before I do,” she teased gently.

  They’d met at a café where she’d been a waitress and he’d been the drooling customer who walked in and spied her while he was on a trip with his folks. Then for the next year showed up regularly, and drank sodas till his back teeth floated, till she finally went out with him. They were both in their senior year of high school then. They’d married in her hometown of Tulsa, Oklahoma, after she graduated college. He lived an hour south of there, in Okmulgee, and made the trip up to the diner a few times a week despite his dad yelling at him about it being a waste of gas, time, and money. Even back then, he knew what he wanted and how to get it.

  Now that they were married, he wasn’t going to miss the drive home, aching and wanting at night all. However, he was going to miss the fights with his dad who’d passed away from a heart attack last year, leaving him this farm, this land, this future with his new bride.

  This was the first time she’d seen his—their—future home. Jeb had moved a small trailer on the land for now, but had big plans for their future here.

  “The horses don’t care what their shack looks like, as long as they’re warm and dry. You are a bit more particular,” he said. “The architect is coming out this afternoon with a set of plans for you to tear apart and tell him how the house should go.”

  “This afternoon?” She squealed. “Seriously, Jeb?”

  “Seriously, Rose,” he told her, grinning at her obvious excitement. “What kind of house do you want?” He already knew, they’d talked about it for years, while she finished college, while he built their nest egg, working on a ranch and in construction, and driving up to see her as often as he could. Often after ten or twelve hour days. Totally worth it. Like the song said, her smile made everything worthwhile.

  After his dad had passed away, he found out that he’d been left a couple hundred acres that he never knew his dad owned, way up north in Illinois that his dad – Jeb’s granddad - had left him. Generations of land that no one had lived on. Although they’d both lived in Oklahoma all their lives and their families were there, southern Illinois caught her fancy and captured his dreams. Sight unseen, he and Rose began to dream of their future life on this piece of land.

  One day, while Rose was in the midst of
finals hell, he’d had a couple of unexpected days off and drove to their new southern Illinois land, where he fell in love with the black dirt and softly rolling hills as hard as he’d fallen in love with the thrill in Rose’s voice as she planned their future together. He often asked her about what she wanted, just to hear her excitement and determination to make her, their, dreams come true. With her and this piece of land, he could do anything. He cocked his head and stroked her back as he listened to her talk.

  “A huge family kitchen, a living room big enough to double as the office for my—” she stopped and paused for a moment before correcting, “for our bed and breakfast. I want to play hostess every morning! I have to put this culinary degree to good work now that I got that piece of paper, you know. As many bedrooms as we can afford. And a master bedroom with plenty of room for us to play in private.”

  She clutched his hand, looked demure and he immediately got hard. Amazing what she could do to him. Yeah, he wanted that too. Why was he building the barn first? Idiot man.

  “Can we stay here tonight, Jeb, please?” She turned to him, and snuggled in close. “Please? I don’t want to leave. Ever. I just want to be here at our home.”

  Like he’d deny her anything. “I don’t think you’ll be as comfortable in the trailer as you are in the hotel, but if that’s what you want, I can make that happen.”

  Rose sighed, her huge gray eyes tearing up with happiness as she said, “I think you can do anything, and I love that about you.”

  His stomach jerked with some kind of emotion he didn’t really recognize. How did he get so lucky? How did he endure his life without her in it? Luckily, their new marriage and her strong love for him, her belief in him, made him feel confident that he didn’t have to ever worry about that. She was his, day and night… oh, the nights for the rest of their very long lives.

  Jeb vowed to do anything to make her happy, to never let her worry, to always take care of her and make her feel safe and well cared for. If that meant he had to blister her butt on occasion, as he’d had to do twice while they were dating, then he would. But unless that needed to happen, he would be the gentlest, kindest, most generous husband a woman could ask for.

  He didn’t see a bit of conflict in those thoughts. To him, a good paddling on occasion kept her sweet, happy and confident in his love, just like his dad had done for his momma. Again, he didn’t see a conflict in those thoughts, either. He realized, however, he was a simple man and not made for deep thoughts about whys and wherefores. He’d leave that up to her. Her active little mind often worked triple time but as long as it worked, and now for at least, for the second generation of marriages, it seemed to work. He wasn’t going to try to fix what wasn’t broken. If she needed petted and gentled, he’d do that. If she needed her bottom paddled, he’d do that. Whatever the woman needed, was his desire.

  He walked her over to the house plot, and scooped her up in his arms, making her giggle. “Now I’m carrying you over the threshold,” he said, pretending to walk up a few steps. “Now I kiss you,” and he followed through on that thought, gently, sweetly, not wanting it to lead to more just yet. “Want to walk around a minute?” He continued the pretend tour of their future house, pointing out the kitchen living room, office, their bedroom, and the guest rooms.

  “Oh, but now we came back outside, because it’s just too nice to be inside,” he placed her gently on the ground, and sat down beside her on the cool hard dirt. “This is where your big old fashioned porch will be. Maybe we’ll hang a dinner bell and you can call all those dozen kids you want in when it’s time to wash up for supper. We’ll hang out with our friends here, in the evenings. When we’re old, we’ll sit here on the porch swing and smell those roses you’re going to plant as soon as the house is done, and watch the horses and grandkids play.”

  “Yes, to the dinner bell! Jeb, this sounds like a perfect life. Do you think it will really happen?”

  He kissed her hard, and then said, “Yes. It will. I will do everything in my power to make it true for us, for you.”

  Rose sighed happily, looking around, then turned, and reached for him, hungrily. “What do you say we get started on that family legacy right now?”

  “That sounds like a great idea,” he said, pulling her closer to him.

  Nine months later, at the ripe old age of 22, he was a dad.

  Chapter One

  Thirty years later…

  Cassandra Carter turned her brand new, pretty blue sports car into yet another tree-lined road, splashing through the late spring puddles and wondering when she’d get to wash her new baby again. She’d saved forever to get this car! Soft white leather seats, light blue exterior, dark blue interior, so many bells and whistles she still didn’t know what they all did. Some woman spoke to her and told her where to go when she got lost. Her radio seemed to just know her favorite songs. She loved this car. She’d earned this car. So many twelve and fourteen hour days, so many holidays, nights, and weekends working while others played and partied. It all came down to this car.

  Well, the car was a symbol of her work and she adored this symbol. A five-hour trip wasn’t long enough. Cassandra felt very tempted to turn around and drive back home to Chicago, just so she could make the drive again. How reckless would that be, she wondered. She wouldn’t do it, but oh, it had been tempting for a minute.

  Even though the lanes weren’t marked and the speed limit was much lower, the potholes in the road reminded her of Chicago. Her sweet softly voiced lady of all information told her she was way south of the big city, though. Who knew southern Illinois looked like the pictures the hills of Kentucky or Tennessee? Not this city slicker. She thought everything south of I-80 was flat land and farms. Instead, she was into low hills, lovely lakes, rambling rivers, and woods that seemed to go on for miles and miles. Oh, yeah, and some farmland. It was pretty enough, but really? She’d not seen a coffee shop for an hour. Good thing her mom had prepared for that and bought her a fancy new coffee maker for her room while wishing her well and hoping she had running water. Cassandra wasn’t worried, she’d seen pictures of the efficiency apartment on the ranch that would be her home for the next six months.

  She hoped this was a good idea. If not, it was six months out of her life. After that, she’d be ensconced into her newest assignment for the management company she worked for, in a brand new high-rise hotel, still not quite finished, as soon as she headed north again. The new hotel would be open for Christmas and she’d start hiring and training people for the café, the diner, the new restaurant, and for housekeeping, the first of November.

  Since this job would end right after Halloween, it had seemed perfect. Sure, she could have gone to the beach and sat for six months, the corporation she worked for paid her generously, but she wasn’t a beach sitting kind of person. She loved the beach for a few days, but liked to be busy and be active, and falling into this job at what she kept thinking was a dude ranch but really wasn’t, according to the new boss, had seemed like the best of a working vacation. She could learn new skills, which were always a good thing, get a tan and maybe make some new friends. It had just seemed perfect!

  The fact that she was six hours away from her former, jerk of a fiancé, Tyler, was just a perk. Her finger still felt naked, even after a few months, without the honking big diamond he’d given her, and then asked her to return to him because it was a family heirloom. Supposedly. Too bad she hadn’t sold it or pawned it, or thrown it of the roof, when she had the chance, when he’d gone radio silent on her. She wondered, just a little nastily, if he was planning to give it to the red head who’d caught his eye and made him want to ‘rethink his life priorities.’ Who said something like that aloud with a straight face? Tyler, apparently, and it was good she got away from him before she had to endure that pomposity every morning over breakfast. Or in bed. But working in a new and different environment for the summer would mean she wouldn’t be thinking constantly about what could and might have been.

 
; Learning was always tiring, and she hoped to wear herself out. Fresh country air supposedly did that for you, too, she’d heard. Not that she’d had much experience with that. She’d been born in Chicago, and other than a few trips for conferences and corporate meetings, she hadn’t really left it much. The meetings, of course, basically meant she’d seen the airport in whatever town they were in, the ride from the airport to the hotel, and then the ride back. Not much in the way of sightseeing or fun on those meeting trips. Lots of balcony sitting in the warm climates, with a fruity drink in her hand. She loved watching the waves or even the pool.

  In colder climates, there was always a friendly bartender and often a big roaring fire in a huge stone hearth. She’d learned to make friendly acquaintances wherever she went, no matter how short her stay. All the hotels were different, all the people. But, still, after a while they ran together, she did the same thing in the same way with the same excellent results. She found herself too fond of routine.

  So, for something new and different, this summer, she’d chucked her heels and business suits, in exchange for jeans and sturdy work boots. Her job was to oversee an established, but growing, dining and housekeeping staff, and create some ongoing standards that their suddenly booming business needed for future years. She could do that with one hand behind her back. A fun, non-stressful summer, then come back to her new hotel all done mourning Tyler and refreshed and ready for a big challenge. Yes that was her goal and she loved to set goals. Maybe she’d even learn to ride a horse while she was here. If she had time. What she’d do with that skill, she didn’t know, but what girl didn’t dream, growing up, of a few thousand pounds of strong warm flesh between her legs? That would be a nice change, after Tyler, too.