Into The Lair 0f Los Rey Lobo: Wildes 0f The West (Half Breed Haven Book 9)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  Once Honor closed and locked the door to Daniella’s room, she turned to Cody and drew near to him. His eyes were a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

  "If you were truly sincere earlier about thanking us, I can think of one way that would convince me thoroughly of your gratitude." She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. A wide grin spread across his face, and he spun her around and immediately set to work freeing the laces of the dress she had earlier claimed from Daniella's closet.

  Once they were undone, Honor Elizabeth turned back around and grabbed Cody’s hand and wrapped her tongue around his fingers one by one, before letting go and bringing her mouth up to meet his. The first kiss was magnetic as he began to become completely lost in Honor Elizabeth. His hands explored her body; his own quivered when feeling her touch, delighting in her smell. He tucked her curls behind her ear and turned her around once more to pin her against the wall, gripping one of her ass cheeks with his powerfully brawny hands he used for building things.

  He had experienced his fair share of voluptuous women but not like this. Her shapely body begged to be released from her tight fitting borrowed dress. Cody indulged himself by taking his time as he caressed the smooth curves of her ass. She moaned every time his tongue swiped the bottom of her ear. Both of their hips ground together in an amalgamation of ecstasy.

  Cody had never been forceful with women, passionate yes, but aggressive, no. However, it was something about licking the sweat off Honor Elizabeth’s caramel skin and grabbing her curves that drove him wild. More so he was still flush from the new-found confidence the day’s events had instilled in him. The timidness he felt at the start of the day was just as dead as Rey Lobo and most of his men. He pushed her body harder against the wall.

  “I want every last piece of you” he whispered.

  Honor Elizabeth was used to a fair amount of control during her trysts, but while Cody freed his throbbing cock from his pants, she could see the change in him their stand against the evil outlaws had brought in him, and she didn't wish to derail it. Besides, it might be fun she thought smiling to herself. She dipped her head up in down in acknowledgment as Cody started to stroke his manhood while lifting her dress to expose her well-rounded juicy ass.

  Slipping his hand down into her place of pleasure his fingers came back up coated with her juices while his cock sat firmly in between her cheeks. He began to floss her ass with her cock, watching his mushroom head disappear and reappear on her lower back. Cody then locked her hands behind her back and gently guided her onto the bed and made her arch her ass in the air, so he could see it in all its glory.

  “Honor…you…you’re my first…” his voice trailed off.

  “Black woman? I hope I don’t disappoint.”

  “Oh, no ma’am. No way that’s going to happen!”

  His labored breathing told her Cody could barely contain himself at the sight her glazed and inviting honeywell. If he honestly wanted to experience what it was like to fuck a black woman she was going to school him in a way he would long remember. Honor Elizabeth mewed gently as she felt him massage his precum all over her ass, making it shine as she jiggled her cheeks like a butterfly to further tantalize him.

  A moment later Cody thrust inside her, and she yelped. Seizing a good chunk of her black curly ringlets he began pumping vigorously as Daniella's Victorian Style bed's headboard hit the wall. The smacking sound of her ass against his thighs made her nipples hard and she lost no time freeing them from her dress.

  "Oh lord in heaven…" Cody slowed down his strokes and watched his cock disappear in and out of her slick with her cream every time it appeared. As he did so, Honor thought it was time for him to see all of her. Gently she maneuvered free of him and pulled off the dress, and his eyes flickered with desire at the sight of her dusky body illuminated by the lamplights.

  He lifted her in his extremely toned arms and put her on her back. He pushed one of his fingers inside her mouth while sliding his manhood back deep inside her.

  She licked his finger greedily.

  “Say my name beauty!”

  “Cody…” she breathed as he was madly kissing her throat before moving on to flick his tongue up and down her clavicle.

  “Say it again!”

  “Cody!” Honor Elizabeth yelled as he made love to her, his muscles glistening in the light as he threw his head back in pleasure. Panting she tried to conserve the last of the breath it was hopeless as Honor felt her body consumed in the fires of extreme pleasure as her eyes rolled back in her head. When at last the mocha colored beauty was able to refocus them she saw he was still feeling emboldened when he looked at her with a smile and said nothing as he pulled out of her and stepped off the bed and looked down at his rigid member. His eyes told her what he wanted. Making her way to the edge of the bed she folded her legs under and reached down with one hand taking hold of him and guiding him into her warm and waiting mouth.

  She milked him selfishly. The loud sucking and slurping made Cody’s legs shake. He put both hands around her head and joyfully ran his fingers through the curly mane as spit and tears ran down her chin.

  "Oh, Honor! I can't hold it anymore!"

  “Don’t baby,” Honor Elizabeth manage to get out as she flicked and rubbed her chocolate drop nipples. Cody grabbed one of her tits and shuddered with as uncontrollable shout burst from his lips. A second later he exploded into her mouth which she didn’t let fill up but immediately swallowed it and licked the rest from her lips.

  With a grin of pure mischief Honor climbed off the bed, ran her hands across his muscular pecs before kissing him passionately until finally, their lips parted.

  "You can safely assume that I consider your debt repaid … in full!"

  CHAPTER 27

  CEDAR LEDGE RANCH

  Alamieda, Arizona Territory

  Only a moment after the stocky ranch hand brought the rolling carriage to a stop in front of the magnificent ranch house that was the heart of Cedar Ledge, William Henry “Whip” Wilde had leaped down through the door he had swung open, turned, and raised his hand. As the gentleman that he was, helped Marisol San Cristobel down from the coach. Turning he called out to Thorney who had left the driver’s seat and was unloading Whip’s bags, the man’s long brown hair swinging as he did so.

  “Thank you, Thorney. Please see the coach and team are put away in the carriage house, and then take the rest of the day off!”

  “Yes, sir, but Miss Catalina was expecting me to be on the crew that is replacing the fence in the south pasture.”

  “They can spare you for the afternoon.”

  “Yes, sir! And thank you, sir.” He tipped his ten-gallon hat to Marisol and with that, Whip’s most prized possession, his ornate custom crafted carriage, lurched into motion, following the well-worn path and disappeared around the side of the home where the coach and the other wagons belonging to the Wildes were garaged. As it vanished around the corner, he fixed his sparkling blue eyes on Marisol.

  “I want to thank you again for coming out to greet me. Seeing as how not one of the children were able to.” The sound of disappointment was unmistakable in his voice.

  “They would have been here, Whip, if they could. But as I said, Dutch was unable to leave the fort, Blue River is still on his visit to his tribe, Cassandra’s gone off on her latest mission, and the rest of the girls went to Godspell to look into the purchase of a new herd …”

  “They all have got lives. I understand that. You just can’t blame an old man for missing his family. It was a long visit back east, but at least my sister-in-law is doing better, so I felt all right about leaving. I was looking forward to seeing them as soon as I got here.”

  Marisol squeezed his hand in understanding. The lovely Mexican woman was a beauty in her early fifties who had recently come into his life. Becoming his new assistant was part of a deal he had worked out for her freedom when her late brother, a Mexican crime lord was killed, and she was left to take the fall. In the time s
he had been with him, she had become a good friend and confidant … and perhaps something more.

  “Where is this old man you are talking about?”

  Throwing his head back in laughter he urged, "Come on, Marisol, let's go inside. A nice cool drink of Mrs. Chow's lemonade would do me a world of good."

  “That is a wonderful idea. You take your bags up to your room, and I shall ask her to prepare some right away!”

  A few minutes later Whip came down the steps to the grand staircase where Marisol awaited him at the bottom. The house was so quiet, so very quiet, the only sign of life he had seen was Lijuan's cat Mister Muffins running up to him to rub against his legs before scampering off to parts unknown in the big house.

  “Mrs. Chow has put it out on the back patio. She thought you might like to rest and enjoy it out there after your long journey.”

  "A capital idea!" he said as he met her at the base of the stairs, extending his arm to her. Marisol took it and they strolled through the house coming to the double French doors with the lacey curtains Honor had insisted on. He let go of Marisol and grabbed the two handles to the door and swung them outward. The judge's mouth fell open in pure astonishment at the sight that greeted him.

  They were all there, Cassandra, Lijuan, Catalina, Honor Elizabeth, Blue River, Dutch, and his love Bright Feather. All stood on the patio, grinning from ear to ear as they threw out their arms towards him.

  “Surprise!!”

  He turned his head towards Marisol and found a wide smile plastered on her face as well, having evidently been in on it. Still dumbfounded, his eyes traveled around the patio. All around were brand-new furnishings he had never seen before. There were Adirondack chairs, a long bench seat padded with leather, a table at the far edge big enough to hold eight people, several potted trees, and even a newly constructed grill made of bricks. All of which rested on marble slabs that gleamed under the rays of the mid-afternoon Arizona sun.

  He knelt and pressed his hand against the warm stone and looked up into the faces of his children.

  “Is this … is this … could it possibly be … the marble from …”

  “Carson City!” Catalina finished for him with the mirth in her voice for all to hear.

  “Absolutely, Father!” Lijuan beamed. “Bought and paid for by you over twenty years ago.”

  Whip rose to his feet as he ran his fingers through the silvery hair that crowned his head. He shook his head and then dropped it. When he looked up tears were rimming in his eyes as he crossed to Catalina and laid both of his hands on her shoulders.

  "I always told your mother …" his voice faltered, and the family moved closer to him in concern, but then he found his voice again, "I always told her that marble and the West don't mix. Apple and oranges is what I said to her … but she insisted … look at this!" his arm shot out in a sweeping motion, "She was right. Mercedes was right … it would be beautiful … it is beautiful."

  He pulled Catalina in for a hug as tears flowed freely down her face.

  “How did one man ever manage to have a family as wonderful as this one?”

  Honor Elizabeth stepped forward and laid her hand on his shoulder.

  “No, Daddy, the true question is how six children managed to have been blessed with a father as wonderful as the one that I am looking at this very moment.”

  As one they all murmured in agreement as he beckoned the other towards him and Catalina. In a heartbeat they were all gathered around them in a Wilde family hug. None of them had a dry eye as he thanked them for the wonderful surprise honoring Mercedes’s wishes and kissed all the girls and gripped the hands and shoulders of his two sons. Soon Mrs. Chow emerged, aided by her kitchen help and a large meal was set upon the table for the family to enjoy, and they dug in with gusto.

  Over the meal, there was much laughter as the family caught up with their patriarch. The whole adventure in the De La Santa Barbara Valley came up when Blue River had hinted that his sisters’ trip to pick up the marble had not come without incident.

  With an eyebrow raised Whip had asked, "If I know my girls, can I safely assume there was a little gunplay involved?"

  “More like a lot!” Lijuan snorted.

  “Surely we must not leave out the bear either!” Honor piped up gleefully as Whip leaned back in his chair next to Marisol; his arms folded waiting expectantly for the tale. He was not disappointed as they laid out the entire story how a random encounter with a snake in the road ended with the victory over of a pair of evil siblings out to take over an entire valley.

  Later, Whip stood by the grill complementing Dutch on his handiwork knowing full well his son had made it. Left unspoken was that Dutch had come by his skill with masonry when he had been forced to perform on a work detail for the warden of a prisoner of war camp near the end of the Civil War. The two men stood there laughing, Whip slapping Dutch on the back as Cassandra watched. She became aware of Lijuan’s presence as she slipped in next to her, holding two drinks. Cassandra wrapped her arm around Lijuan’s shoulders.

  “Everything we went through in that valley was worth it for the look on his face when he saw what we had done,” she whispered.

  “I couldn’t agree more, Cassie.” she looked up at her older sister then. “Any word from Nevada?”

  “Yes, Honor Elizabeth told me earlier that she got a telegram from Cody Holmes. Besides asking her to come back some day,” she chuckled, “he said justice was moving swiftly and most of the surviving members of the Villanuevas’ gang have either been sent to prison or are being hung.”

  “And the self-proclaimed Countess?” she sneered.

  “The telegram said Daniella is the last to be dealt with. She is scheduled to hang today.”

  Lijuan handed Cassandra one of the glasses of whiskey. “A toast then … to The Wolf King and The Countess getting their just desserts!”

  The two women clinked their glasses together each swallowed the bourbon, looked at each other, and smiled, content that justice had been served.

  Or had it?

  EPILOGUE

  WAYWARD

  Nevada Territory

  Through the small window of her cell, Daniella Villanueva sat slumped on the small threadbare mattress and could hear the man’s shouts. He was protesting his innocence to no avail. The sheriff had offered him a chance at his last words, and he was wasting them, she thought. Nothing he could say was going to change his fate.

  The few surviving members of the recruits that she had brought to the mission the day the blonde harpy had ruined everything had been shipped off to prison. The only thing that had saved them from the noose was they had not been present when the Villanuevas were murdering and driving people from the valley. Still, they had participated in the gun battle with the army, and a few of them were wanted men for other crimes.

  The rest of her original crew who had lived through the gun battle had met their fate at the end of a rope. The judge and the sheriff had ordered her to be last, so she could suffer the mental torment of waiting around to die as each day a hanging had taken place.

  Now on this day, two hangings were scheduled. The last of her men and her own. Outside she heard the man's protestations turn to cussing about the Villanuevas ruining his life. Daniella crossed her arms and snorted. The man had been more than willing to participate in all their crimes at the lure of the borax bonanza.

  The crowd that had gathered down the street for the hanging in the public square began to chant, “Hang him! Hang him! Hang him NOW!”

  "That's what they are gonna be sayin' about you next. Probably louder though, since you was the ringleader of this whole thing."

  Her eyes raised up from where she had been staring down at the dirty floor of the cell and looked over to where the young, scrawny deputy lay sprawled out on the cot where the lawmen that worked overnight caught naps. Daniella despised the sight of him. The man with his acne-covered face had taken much delight watching whenever she had been forced to relieve herself in the dirty,
tin pail in the corner of the cell.

  “Sure, is a raw deal the sheriff makes me stay and watch you every time one of your crew stretches rope. Them’s the breaks I guess bein’ the last hired for this job.”

  “Tell me, Señor Deputy, whose dick did you have to suck to get this job? You are the least impressive lawman I have ever seen.”

  The deputy bolted up from the cot, knocking the pillow off the bunk and charged over to the cell and gripped the bars.

  “You wanna say that to my face!”

  Daniella rose, almost regally and strode over to the bars and stared him right in the eyes.

  “You are a joke.”

  The deputy’s eyes flared, and he gripped the bars tighter. “You won’t find me a joke when I open up these bars and give you a beatin’, you crazy bitch. I heard what you done in that valley! Makin’ men fight a grizzly! Maybe I can beat the crazy out of you!”

  Suddenly Daniella’s eyes widened, and she slowly began stepping back until she was pressed against the wall of the cell near the little window.

  “Yeah, that’s more like it. I can see I put the fear of God into you and-”

  An almost soft popping noise suddenly filled Daniella's ears, and she watched as the forehead of the deputy exploded outward. His lifeless body toppled to the ground a second later, and a slow smile built upon her face.

  Standing over the body, still holding the pistol he had wrapped in the pillow from the deputy's bunk was a somber-looking Dogget. Outside a cheer went up from the crowd signaling the outlaw was now bobbing at the end of a noose.

  “We have to hurry! They’ll be back for you next!” Dogget shouted as he bent down and yanked the keys from the belt of the dead man and quickly inserted them into the lock. A moment later, Daniella was in his arms in an embrace. Dogget allowed a quick mashing of their lips together before he grabbed her hand and they shot through the door he had left open when he had snuck into the jail.