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By Any Other Name	By : cowgirl65 Category: 1 through F > The Big Valley Views: 2468 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Victoria spent the next few hours in her room before venturing out. She had no idea what she was going to say to Jarrod, but she did know that they had to talk. She found him in the library in front of the bookcase, inspecting volumes before packing them in a crate. “Jarrod, what are you doing?”

Jarrod turned, a leather-bound book in his hands and eyes downcast. “I’m packing, Mother,” he said quietly. When she didn’t say anything right away, he added, “Heather and I are going away; we don’t want to cause any more problems than we already have.” He placed the book in the crate. “I’m sorry, Mother, I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Just like I never wanted to hurt you.” Jarrod’s eyes met hers and Victoria saw the glint of held-back tears. She walked up to him and reached up to caress his cheek. “I love you, Jarrod, so much. I just…” She shook her head and Jarrod took her hand in his.

“I know,” he said sadly. “I know how this looks and believe me, I know how wrong it all is. I’ve followed my head for so long, but this time I have to follow my heart.” Jarrod walked over to the desk and picked up the yellowed paper sitting there. “Here.” He handed it to her and Victoria recognized the letter Tom had written six years ago. “I won’t need this.”

Victoria looked down. It was incredible that a simple piece of paper could cause so much heartache to her family. A portion of the faith in her husband had been destroyed and his lies of omission were tearing her family apart even further. She looked back up to her son, her first-born, as he slowly gathered up the belongings of a lifetime. Jarrod had always stood by her; his strong arms had always been there to comfort her, from the loss of one of his sisters as a small infant when he was just a child himself, to supporting her through her grief when Tom had been gunned down. How could she not be there for him when he needed her? She had failed him when Beth was killed by not stopping him from going after his wife’s murderer and now she was failing him again. But how could she support him in something like this?

Because he’s your son, a small voice whispered. Because he’s a fair and just man, a man of principles and integrity ingrained into his very being by his father and his mother. Because you love him.

Victoria looked back at the letter she held. Slowly, deliberately, she went over to Jarrod’s desk, picked up a match and struck it. She held the small flame to the corner of the paper and watched it crumble into a pile of ash on the blotter of the desk. “I don’t need it, either.”

Jarrod stared at her and this time, a tear did trickle down his cheek. “Mother…” he whispered.

“I love you, Jarrod,” she told him as she put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. “And I will support you in whatever you decide to do.”

“Thank you, Mother,” he choked out and buried his face in her hair. “I love you, too.”

*

Only the six of them knew about Tom’s letter, but they had still agonized about declaring no knowledge of a reason the couple shouldn’t wed. However, Heather was not legally Tom Barkley’s child, so legally, there was no reason that Jarrod and Heather couldn’t be married. It was a matter of semantics, but as Nick half joked, lawyers dealt in semantics all the time, so this really shouldn’t be any different.

They were joined in a small ceremony, officiated by Judge Adam Cross, a long time family friend of the Barkleys. The couple drank to the family’s toasts and accepted their well-wishes before heading into town and the suite Jarrod had reserved for the wedding night.

After unlocking the door to the room, Jarrod lifted Heather into his arms. “Am I allowed to do this now?” he teased as he kicked the door shut behind them. Heather just laughed and pulled his head down so she could kiss him.

“There are other things I’d rather you do,” she murmured. Jarrod carried her into the bedroom and gently set her on her feet.

“Turn around,” he said huskily. Heather did as she was asked and Jarrod slowly began to undo the buttons of her gown. She shivered as he pushed it off her shoulders and the silk slithered to the floor. Jarrod reached around and unhooked her corset that soon joined the dress. He kissed and nibbled on her shoulders as his hands kneaded the soft mounds of her breasts beneath the thin chemise. Heather leaned back against his chest and Jarrod nipped at her exposed neck. He knew it should feel wrong, but nothing was wrong when he was with Heather. “I love you,” he breathed in her ear.

“I love you, Jarrod,” she whispered back. Jarrod slipped his hands under the chemise and pulled it over her head. His hands roamed down across her stomach and untied the drawstring of her drawers and let them pool around her feet. He caressed the curve of her hips as she stepped out of her garments and twisted to face him.

It was her turn to disrobe him and she started by undoing his tie, pushing off his jacket and unfastening his vest so she could get at the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers played with the light dusting of hair on his chest and she rubbed her thumbs across his taut nipples. Jarrod unfastened his cufflinks and let them drop to the floor as Heather pushed everything off his shoulders and he helped by shrugging his arms out of the sleeves.

Heather kissed her way down his chest and belly as her hands worked the buttons of his pants. Taking his straining member in her mouth when it was released, Heather ran her tongue along the shaft and swirled it around the head. Jarrod closed his eyes and let her tongue work its magic as waves of pleasure rushed through him.

But that wasn’t how he wanted her. Jarrod pulled Heather to her feet and pushed her back across the bed. She moved back until her head was on the pillow as he finished taking off his pants and boots. Jarrod knelt between her thighs and began kissing her, starting at her navel and working his way up her ribs to her breasts. He took the left one in his mouth and sucked hard before biting it gently. Heather moaned and Jarrod’s hand took its place as his mouth moved to perform the same action on the other side. Leaving her breast, his hand travelled down until it reached her hot cleft and Jarrod rubbed her clit as his fingers pushed into her. Heather slid a hand between them and grabbed his pulsing shaft. She stroked it a few times before guiding it to her center and Jarrod obligingly moved his hand out of the way.

“How do you want it, love?’ he murmured into her ear when he felt the tip of his penis reach her entrance.

“Hard and fast, Jarrod,” she whispered. “Fill me up and make me scream.”

Jarrod closed his eyes and let himself go. His hips thrust with wild abandon and Heather writhed beneath him as he fucked her with an intensity he’d never imagined. She was his, mind, body and soul, and he was hers. Circumstances of birth didn’t matter; in the instant of his climax he knew that they were bound together through eternity by something that couldn’t be defined by anything other than by one simple word.

That word was love.

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