{"id":251338,"date":"2026-07-13T01:12:15","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:12:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/accidentally-marrying-the-cowboy-lena-rae-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:12:15","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:12:15","slug":"accidentally-marrying-the-cowboy-lena-rae-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/accidentally-marrying-the-cowboy-lena-rae-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Accidentally Marrying The Cowboy – Lena Rae (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cHey.\u201d I prop myself up on my elbows and stare at him. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with my dress?\u201d He tugs his shirt off and tosses it on the floor behind him. \u201cIt\u2019s covering up your body, sweetheart,\u201d he says as he dives onto the bed and immediately finds the hem of my dress. \u201cAnd I want to see every bit of my wife when I make her scream for the second time.\u201d<\/p>\n

I lift my arms, and he pulls the dress up and off me. \u201cAnd then the third.\u201d He reaches for that giant, gold belt buckle that reminds me again he\u2019s some kind of big deal. \u201cAnd then again and again\u2026\u201d I don\u2019t have time to dwell on that particular line of thought because then his belt is off, he\u2019s pulling his zipper down, and there is a completely different kind of big deal I\u2019m focusing on.<\/p>\n

My eyes pop open, mouth dropping at the sight of his massive cock springing free. It\u2019s long, thick, and the tip is glistening with precum. I\u2019ve only ever seen one other dick, and Carter\u2019s might as well have been non-existent compared to this beast Travis has between his legs. Holy. Hell. \u201cLike what you see, wifey?\u201d Travis strokes himself. His slow, sexy grin widens as he kicks his jeans and boots off completely.<\/p>\n

Naked now, he\u2019s all rippling muscle and cowboy swagger, a god of a man like I\u2019ve never seen before. \u201cYou\u2019re\u2026\u201d I lick my lips, cheeks burning. \u201cIt\u2019s huge, Travis. Be careful?\u201d His lips twitch up in a knowing smile as he fists his massive dick, stroking the length of it while I watch, my mouth watering in anticipation.<\/p>\n

\u201cSweetheart, I promise you, you\u2019ll take every inch in that sweet little pussy.\u201d His words send a fresh rush of heat between my legs. And then he\u2019s on the bed, crawling over me, caging me in with those powerful arms. \u201cI\u2019ll go slow.\u201d One hand finds my breast, cupping and squeezing as his thumb teases my overly sensitive nipple. I arch up off the bed, trying to press into him.<\/p>\n

My body is still buzzing from orgasm number one, but I need more. \u201cTravis\u2026\u201d I whisper, hands roaming over his back tentatively, nails grazing the hard ridges of his muscles. He notches his blunt tip between my legs, rubbing through the slick folds, and I groan. \u201cTell me what you want, sweetheart.\u201d \u201cYou.\u201d I don\u2019t hesitate.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. 1kitap1.com\/en I Chapter One Maisey would rather be anywhere else. Literally, anywhere. Not that it matters what I want. Not when it comes to my stepsister, Patty\u2019s stagette weekend. Nope, that\u2019s mandatory. Never mind the fact that not only do I not have the funds to be in Las Vegas for this weekend of celebrating a woman who has spent the better part of her life actively hating me and making my existence unbearable, but according to my bank account and the handful of creditors who won\u2019t stop calling, I don\u2019t have enough money to exist.<\/p>\n

Period. I\u2019ll be the first to admit it\u2019s my own fault. A little bit of consumer debt can get out of hand pretty quickly. Especially when the only job I could find out of college was a minimum-wage waitressing gig. Apparently, a degree in art history isn\u2019t as in-demand as I\u2019d hoped. And my art certainly isn\u2019t paying the bills. My phone is buzzing in my pocket as we set foot into the bar that Patty thought would be fun and flirty. I\u2019m certainly not an expert in relationships, but I don\u2019t understand why, only weeks before your wedding, you should feel the need to flirt with anyone else.<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t this great?\u201d Patty, wearing a ridiculous tiara and bright pink sash marking her as the bride-to-be, raises her arms and turns in a slow circle the moment we set foot in what looks to be a country bar. \u201cAnd look at all the sexy cowboys,\u201d one of Patty\u2019s friends, whose name doesn\u2019t matter, coos. My stepsister jabs an elbow in my ribs. \u201cMaybe even you can find someone who might dance with you, Maisey.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughs as if it\u2019s the most hysterical thing in the world. Which, to her, it probably is. Even though we aren\u2019t related by blood, I still think it\u2019s unfair that she was blessed with the tall, thin body, golden hair, and bright blue eyes while I got stuck in a five- foot-two, a-little-too-round body with frizzy brown hair that refused to be tamed. \u201cAt least your name fits in here.\u201d Patty cackled before leading her friends into the bar, all eyes trained on her.<\/p>\n

As usual. For a moment, I consider making a break for it. But I\u2019d promised my dad I\u2019d be nice. For some reason, my stepmom, Rhonda, thinks it\u2019s important that I\u2019m part of all the wedding festivities.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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