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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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Heather revelled in the unusual leisure of having nothing to do for about five hours. She read a book, took a long bath and before she knew it, she was bored. She chuckled at herself as she recalled the number of times she’d wished she had nothing to do when her hands burned from the piles of laundry or her shoulders ached from beating the dust out of the hotel rugs.
Well, now here she was and it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Thinking of what she could do to keep herself occupied, Heather decided to visit the brothel where she used to work; she had an idea about something she’d like to do for Jarrod and thought one of the girls would be able to point her in the right direction.
Sure enough, Heather found a name of a business she was looking for and stopped by the kitchen to say hello to her friend Alphonse. The genial Cajun cook greeted her warmly, thrust a bunch of vegetables into her hand and told her affably to make herself useful while they talked. She spent a pleasant hour telling him about the wonderful man whose mistress she now was and coaxing various recipes out of him so she could continue to please Jarrod’s palate as well as his body.
She then went to the address one of the girls had given her and was promised that her surprise for Jarrod would be ready within a few days before she took herself shopping. Jarrod had been very generous and Heather decided to treat herself to a few new things. She’d never had a store-bought dress before; the barely-serviceable outfit she was currently wearing was her best Sunday dress and the fripperies she wore at the bordello had been altered from cast off garments of the other girls.
As she browsed through the shops, Heather wished her mama could have shopped in stores like this. Her mama never had any fine clothes that Heather could remember and deserved more than their meagre existence in that run-down mining town. Not that she would have approved of what her daughter doing, offering her body for money, but Heather hoped she was at least not condemning her if she could see her.
I tried, Mama, she thought. I tried to make my way as a decent woman, but I just couldn’t live in Strawberry any more with Uncle Matt and Aunt Martha there. And the money anyone was willing to pay for laundry or cleaning just wasn’t enough to survive on. At least Jarrod Barkley is a good man. Maybe I can save enough money to make something of myself when he tires of me.
Heather blinked away the tear that threatened and resumed her shopping.
Waking up the next morning, Heather wondered exactly what she was going to do with herself until Jarrod returned to San Francisco. Her gaze caught the book she had finished and she suddenly remembered that San Francisco now had a library that was open to the public. She’d always loved books, ever since her Aunt Rachel had taught her to read stories from the Bible. She never did get the chance to read much growing up and one of her most prized possessions was the volume of Sir Walter Scott she found abandoned in a room of the hotel. Her mama had let her keep it as long as the owner didn’t come back looking for it. Heather had read it over and over and even with the care she used, the volume of poetry was looking s bit dog-eared.
Mind made up, Heather dressed in one of her new outfits and walked to the building that housed the new library. Even though she now had the money to afford a cab, she enjoyed the brisk walk up and down the hills. If she was going to keep Jarrod’s attention for as long as possible, it would do her well to keep her figure.
Heather was awestruck when she entered the building. Rows upon rows of books greeted her with people quietly perusing the stacks and other patrons reading at tables provided for that purpose. She spend a marvellous few hours surrounded by volumes of history and literature and left with a few precious borrowed items and a promise to herself to explore that wonderful place as much as she could whenever she had time.
It was a beautiful day without a hint of rain, so Heather took her books to a nearby park overlooking the city. She settled herself on a bench and opened the volume of essays by Thoreau and proceeded to immerse herself in the author’s views on life.
The next few days followed in the same vein. She visited her friends, visited the library and even found a reasonably priced livery where she rented a horse to ride out of the city. It was an exhilarating feeling to gallop along the shoreline with the wind blowing in her face. Heather always loved horses. Old Henry at the livery in Strawberry laughed at her, but he would let her exercise his boarders whenever she could sneak away from the hotel. There was nothing like riding and nothing like the feeling of a powerful animal between her legs. Of course, that could apply to more than one type of animal, she told herself with a smile, and if any man could be described as a stallion, it was Jarrod.
When she returned to the city, there was a telegram waiting for her at the apartment from Jarrod, telling her he would be arriving back in San Francisco the next day on the afternoon train and to expect him for dinner. A pleasurable shiver went up Heather’s spine. She knew it wasn’t proper for a woman to desire a man like that; that was what put her mama in the situation she found herself in after all, an unwed woman with a fatherless child. But the others who worked in the brothel had taught her ways to minimize the chance of pregnancy and even if it did happen, she didn’t think Jarrod would just abandon her without a means of support. A man in his position wouldn’t openly acknowledge a child conceived by his mistress, but Jarrod’s reputation as a fair and generous person likely wouldn’t allow him to just cast her off, either. And even if he did… well, they might not have had much, but Heather’s mama had loved her and she knew it would be no different with a child of her own, no matter what the circumstances.

Heather had the stew simmering; another recipe supplied by the knowledgeable Alphonse and was fixing a peach cobbler for dessert when she heard the door open.
She quickly wiped the flour from her hands and was about to untie her apron when strong hands pushed hers away and a sultry voice murmured in her ear, “Let me help you with that.” Heather’s heartbeat sped up when Jarrod unfastened the apron and slid his arms around her waist as his lips caressed her neck.
“Did you have a good trip?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even as the hardness of Jarrod’s arousal pushed against her back.
“It was much too long,” was his response as his hands started undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. He found her breasts and pinched her nipples, making them grow hard with desire. Heather closed her eyes and basked in the attention as he slipped the dress off to puddle on the floor and kissed her shoulders. Jarrod then turned her around and his brilliant blue eyes once again captivated her.
Tugging at his belt, Heather met Jarrod’s lips with hers and he pushed her back against the kitchen counter while she deftly unbuttoned his pants. She got them off his hips as he lifted her so her buttocks rested on the work surface and wasted no time in impaling her on his hot shaft. Heather didn’t mind the lack of foreplay; she wanted Jarrod as badly as it appeared he wanted her and she figured they had the rest of the evening to indulge each other. Right then all that mattered was the slapping of flesh on flesh, the grinding of his pelvis into hers, the primal grunts and groans of their exertions and the indescribable pleasure that coursed through her as he fucked her hard. Jarrod bit down on her shoulder as she cried her ecstasy against his neck, his own release coming hard on the heels of hers. Heather kept her legs wrapped around his hips and Jarrod made no move to withdraw while they stayed enveloped in each other’s arms.
“God, baby, what you do to me…” he murmured, moving to catch her gaze.
Heather brushed her lips against his. “I’m no better,” she whispered back.
Jarrod gave her a firm kiss before releasing her so her feet slid back to the floor. He pulled up his pants from where they had pooled around his ankles and sniffed the contents of the pot on the stove while Heather retrieved her dress. “What’s for dinner? It smells delicious.”
Heather laughed as she did up the buttons. “Just like a man, only thinking of your stomach.”
Jarrod raised his eyebrow with a devilish gleam in his eye. “I don’t think that’s the only thing I’m thinking about,” he told her lasciviously.
She swatted at him playfully. “Just let me set the table and then we can eat,” she advised.
Jarrod just kissed her cheek and reached into the cupboard for the dishes. “I’ll do that. If my guess is right, that’s peach cobbler you’re making and it would be a shame if it’s not ready for dessert.”
Heather gave him a grateful smile. Not many men would offer to help with domestic chores. “Thank you, Jarrod.”
He gave her a rakish wink as he left the room and Heather felt her heart flutter again.
“This tastes even better than it smells,” Jarrod commented as he took a bite of the fresh bread. “What is it again?”
“Bullfrog stew,” Heather replied, taking a spoonful.
Jarrod paused in mid-bite. “Bullfrog stew?” he asked skeptically.
Heather nodded. “I learned the recipe from a friend from Louisiana.” She paused and looked at him hesitantly. “It is all right, isn’t it?”
Jarrod regarded the contents of his spoon and then ate it. “It’s delicious,” he affirmed, “just a bit… surprising. I’ve had frog legs before, but never in stew.” He considered the blend of spices on his tongue in appreciation. “It must be your magic touch.”
Heather smiled before saying abruptly, “Excuse me, I just remembered something.”
Jarrod watched with admiration as Heather got up from the table and went into the other room. A beautiful woman who could cook as well was hard to find. He was going to be taking a lot fewer of his meals in restaurants when he was in the city from now on, bullfrog stew and all.
Heather returned with a small rectangular package and set it beside his plate. “This is for you.”
“Heather, you didn’t need to do that,” Jarrod protested, but she just laughed.
“Open it.”
With a smile, Jarrod removed the paper and his jaw dropped when he saw what was inside. “Heather…” He looked up into sparkling blue eyes.
“You did say you wished you could take a picture,” she teased.
Jarrod just shook his head in disbelief as he looked again at the image on the paper. He had said that and now there it was. Heather, not wearing a stitch of clothing, was draped across a settee with one arm over her head, another across her stomach and a provocative look in her eyes. His manhood twitched as he looked at the firm, pert breasts and the shadowed triangle at the top of her shapely legs. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen nude photographs before; even though he considered himself a gentleman, he wasn’t a prude. It was the fact that she had been photographed for him, that it was him she was thinking about with that gleam in her eyes that made the image that much more arousing.
“I don’t know if thank you quite covers it,” he said appreciatively.
“Well, you can show me your gratitude later.” She gave him a sensual kiss. “Finish your dinner while I get the cobbler out of the oven.”
Jarrod shook his head as she went to the kitchen and took another look at the portrait before he went back to his meal. His appetite was whetted for more than just Heather’s cobbler and was certain all his cravings would be satiated before they called it a night.
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