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ALEX
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“Back at the market, that beautiful brunette behind the counter was flirting with you," he said, grinning at Jesse. The man swayed side to side with the motion of his chestnut mare.
After making a supply run to Butte, Montana, the two men were headed home to Bridgewater. The green hills and rising mountains gave Alex a feeling of homecoming. Of belonging. A place where he wanted to raise a family.
With Jesse by his side, a woman would complete their plans of home and family.
"Don't matter, she's not the right woman for us. Besides are you certain this is the year we should bring a woman home? By next spring, we'll know if the cattle we brought in will make our herd strong. It might be better to wait."
With the cattle they had driven from Texas, their ranch would hopefully be successful. After being gone for three months, they both were eager to spend time on their little piece of heaven.
A woman would make everything perfect.
Alex was ready to settle down, to find a woman to fill his bed at night and warm his heart in the morning. Yes, he wanted a wife. A beautiful woman on the outside and the inside to build a life with his friend Jesse.
The house was built. The new cattle should make their herd stout. And he had an itch for not just any woman. A special lady they would cherish.
Always the logical thinker, Jesse made very few quick decisions and that made them a great pair. But Alex wanted a wife now. Since the fight in Bozeman that left a scar down his cheek, they had not had a woman, and he was feeling the pressure. Only this time, he didn’t want an easy woman, but rather someone they would protect with their life.
“Everyone in Bridgewater has someone, except us. Winter will be arriving soon and the thought of curling up beside our own woman, well, it makes me want to find someone and marry her."
For years, they had talked about finding the right woman who would fit their lifestyle. Seeing their friends at Bridgewater with their women left a hole in Alex’s heart. The longing glances, the slight touches, the moans overheard in the night. That was what he wanted. A woman willing to give herself and love both of them.
"And if we find the wrong woman to ease your itch, then we'll be miserable. No, we need to wait until we find the perfect bride for us. Someone who will accept and enjoy the Bridgewater way of life. Someone who will accept the way we live and love us."
"True."
Whoever this mystery woman was, she had to consent to them both and some women couldn't adjust to having two men love her. Whoever they married, they would treat her like a queen, but would expect her to trust them.
“You’re itching to get your cock wet. It’s been too long, that’s all. We should return to Butte and visit the whorehouse.”
The girls at Miss Rose’s knew how to fuck. The lovely ladies accommodated a man's every desire, but he was ready for more. A willing woman that when he told her to bend over, she couldn't wait to answer both their demands, but someone who would love them and they would honor and protect her.
At this time, he wanted more than just a tumble between the sheets, he wanted to experience a real family life. To honor and pledge his loyalty to their wife and only her.
Not like the family he grew up with. Something new and fresh.
A sigh escaped him at the memory of his ungrateful bastard father.
"You've given this a lot of thought."
"I've even been looking through that mail order bride catalog. Time to settle down. All we need is the right woman."
Jesse glanced to the horizon, his eyes narrowing. "I agree. But when the time is right, she'll come along. A woman would complete our life.”