Dark Rivals: Lijuan Wilde Tale 0f Suspense (Half Breed Haven Book 3)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  Sam groaned in pleasure, she was good– of course, she was good, she was one of those four Wilde sisters after all, enemies to outlaws and desired by all. He held on to her waist and traced imaginary lines along the curves of her back, she seemed to like this as she wriggled slightly and moaned into his chest.

  Lijuan raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes; a certain fire was burning inside of her. She held his face in her hands and planted her lips on his. Delighting in the feel of his arm fully around her, she seemed to be making cooing noises that showed she loved the feeling of being wrapped. The fire between them had ignited and the kiss was no longer a soft passionate one; it was full of passion alright, but one of a stronger, fiercer intensity. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues intertwined.

  Sam sucked on her lips, he kissed her viciously and grabbed her back. The kiss was loud and hot, and her lush lips seemed to wrap against his. He broke the kiss and tossed her to his side. Looking at her with an equally intense fire in his eyes, he fell on top of her and kissed her neck.

  The woman’s moans seemed to act as a guide; a moan which, he noticed, increased with her pleasure. He kissed the side of her neck, pulling her hair aside and trailing the kisses along her veins. She moaned again, and he licked circles along her neck.

  Her left hand held tight to his back and her right hand held on to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Lijuan guided his mouth to her breasts and closed her eyes when he took the initiative. He kissed her nipples and fondled them with his hands. Sam shifted himself backward and stared fondly at her bosoms.

  "They’re majestic." He said, feeling his mouth water and holding back the urge to dive in. There were scores of men all over Alamieda who dreamed of an up-close and personal view of the figure eight bodies of the four strangely mixed sisters and here he was actually in thick of a fantasy come true.

  Lijuan giggled at his compliment, he could not know that she was thinking it was sweet, but she knew they were majestic, in fact, she'd heard those exact same words before.

  "Are you just going to stare at them or do something with them?" She asked softly, but again in that compelling tone…no a commanding tone he realized.

  Sam didn't really have to be told twice, he grabbed both breasts and began to knead them gently. They felt soft to the touch and full. She bit her lips as he held her engorged nipples between his fingers. He lifted one breast into his mouth and began sucking on it. Ecstasy, he closed his eyes and took in the warmth. He could feel her hands moving along his back, pinching him–sending out a pain that was so intoxicating.

  The assayer switched between each breast and when he felt he couldn't handle them anymore he kissed them gently, as if in reverence to the wonderful creations they were, and he began his journey downwards.

  Sam could sense the hotness building up within her. She moaned at the feel of Sam's wet kisses moving down her body. His firm hands were holding her waist and his lips were planting hot, wet kisses over her navel. She held her breath when he got closer to her mound, her eyes were closed as she felt his breath against the walls of her thighs.

  Sam still held on to her breast as he moved downwards. As he got closer to her thighs Lijuan propped her legs higher to allow him better access. She intoxicated him, and he felt like taking her hard right away, but he wanted this to last forever. He hooked both his hands under her knees and held her legs apart. He began to drop small kisses along the inside of her pale yellowish legs. She moaned as he moved around her shaky thighs. He kissed just below her belly button and then moved further downwards. He freed his hands and held her entry open with his fingers. She was wet and ready, he could see, and he flicked his tongue over her pleasure button causing her to squirm beneath him, moving her hips and holding his head closer. He toyed with her with his tongue. Suddenly he surprised her by speaking again and he was sure it would be another command.

  "I need you to try something." Lijuan said with a mischievous smile, "get up."

  "Anything you say." Sam said and got up and Lijuan also regain her feet moving towards him to whisper some words into his ears.

  She shifted back, "Can you, do it?"

  Sam smiled, completely surprised and intrigued, "Of course."

  He moved towards Lijuan and her waist. With one quick grunt, he lifted her high into the air and twisted her; she was really light and somewhat easy to hold, Sam was glad about this. Lijuan gasped and giggled in excitement as he turned her in such a way that her legs were straddled across his face and her face too was directly facing his member.

  Sam held onto her waist while Lijuan wrapped her hands around his waist. He had his head between her legs and used his tongues to lash out broad, soft strokes between her legs. Lijuan had her arms around his waist and her palms rested on his butt cheeks as she stroked his hardness with her tongue. She kissed around him and then gasped for air.

  Lijuan grunted and hissed lightly, the tension was still building and suddenly she was laughing down below him, her long hair touching the floor.

  “Honor Elizabeth told me one of her beaus tried this with her and they both wound up falling over on the floor! I’ll be doing some bragging later, after she’s better. Now get me back on that bed.”

  "Huh?" Sam grunted.

  "I need you in me now!"

  Sam smiled wryly and gently placed her on the bed. He then pulled her towards the edge of the bed and began to massage his hard member. "Hold on." She said and grabbed onto his hardness. She got on her knees and began to stroke its long solid length with both one hand. With the other she ran her fingers around the length of the folds and cupped his balls gently as if holding the base of a teacup. Lijuan licked her lips and then kissed the top of it. She ran her tongue along it and then wrapped her mouth around it. He was big, and she felt her mouth expand to take him in. She bobbed her head as she sucked on him, making smacking noises just as he let out loud groans.

  When he was all hard and ready, she said: "Here now, fuck me like one of Miss Stacy’s saloon whores".

  Sitting on the edge of the bed, she fell on her back and looked enticingly at him. Sam moved closer to her, his hard member in his hand, and then guided himself slowly into her. She winced as he began to thrust into her. He groaned and held onto her thighs, the bed creaked as he moved in and out.

  "Let me get on top," Lijuan demanded soon afterward. She pushed him off without a reply and laid him on his back. She straddled herself over him and slowly guided herself unto his member. She held onto his shoulders as she moved her hips rapidly. She twisted her hips and raised herself a bit before slamming back down on him. Sam groaned as she moved on him, he held her tightly and tried to match her rhythm. Sweat trickled down his head and her back also glistened with sweat.

  "I'm getting close." He said, and she got off him. Lijuan planted a deep kiss on his lips and then knelt close to the bed.

  Sam squatted behind her and thrust in from behind. He continued ramming into her, their groans and moans were getting louder. Lijuan was screaming now, moving her hip against his thrust and pulling on the bed sheets.

  Sam thrust in one last time and felt the tension explode, he quickly pulled out and let out a long groan. Lijuan smiled and shuddered as she felt some of the warm stuff on her back. She closed her eyes and breathed easily now and then she moved over to Sam and kissed him long and passionately.

  It was getting later, and a long coach ride lay ahead in the morning but Lijuan didn’t care. She nestled in close to her most recent conquest, content, happy and at peace. If the woman had any inkling of what was in store for her in the days ahead her body would shudder again, only this time instead of with passion it would be with dread.

  Chapter Two

  Cedar Ledge Ranch

  Alamieda

  Arizona Territory

  The Cedar Ledge Ranch was up and moving early as there was much to be done. The rays of the morning sun filtered everywhere, especially appreciated by the young trees that naturally grew on every
side of the path leading to the front porch of the ranch house. As the front door swung open into the early morning light, several of the family came striding out onto the porch with Judge Wilde. William Henry “Whip” Wilde, the proud owner of the entire five hundred square mile Cedar Ledge Ranch, was a tall, burly and strong-looking man, despite his sixty odd years. His silver hair shone beautifully as he stepped into the morning light, his daughters Lijuan, Catalina, and Cassandra stepping behind him to stand with him on the porch.

  “The foreman should be sending one of his men up with the carriage, so we can be on our way to Saddle Gap,” the Judge said to them eagerly. “It will be great to see Carson Bell again. It has been too long.”

  “Poor Honor, she so wanted to drive the coach for you on this trip, but there is sick and then there is really sick!” Catalina, his youngest daughter, said dramatically. She was a beautiful woman with a broad face and a cheerful smile. She parted a lock of her wavy black hair to the side while her brown eyes brightened with excitement as she stepped forward to join her father at the edge of the porch.

  “The poor thing,” Whip whispered sympathetically, “but I told her there would be plenty of chances for her to drive me when I go out on the judicial circuit next month.”

  “If only we weren’t going at this time. There is so much happening right now. The cattle drive starts tomorrow, plus all the business that needs attending right here in Alamieda,” Lijuan, always the overly serious one, said, brown eyes scanning the horizon worriedly as she absently touched her narrow face that spoke of her mixed Anglo-Asian origin. Standing next to her other sisters highlighted how petite she was, which made people make the mistake of forever underestimating her and often found they couldn’t be more wrong.

  Cassandra, the oldest sister laughed kindly as she explained that she had thought about all that needed to be done, too, and had worked out the possible solution to all the travails of their journey.

  “Relax, Lijuan,” she said. “This is why I told Uncle Nathanial that I wouldn’t be available for any assignments since I will be taking Catalina’s place on the cattle drive with Blue River,” she said referring to the undercover detective work their uncle the governor routinely tapped her to undertake.

  “Until I leave on that trip, I will be doing my best to care for Honor. Bright Feather has kindly volunteered to look after her when it is time to I go on the drive.”

  Cassandra spoke the entire time with her green eyes intently watching Lijuan waiting for any reaction and she definitely wasn’t disappointed. She knew all too clearly the kind of woman her sister was.

  “Hold on, Cassie! What is this?” Lijuan was groaning now. “Nobody said that this was the plan,” she added with in a lowered tone filled with annoyance.

  With full lips in a pensive pout, Cassandra’s blonde hair shone in the sun as she shook her head but kept her thoughts to herself. Lijuan’s reaction was the precise reason she had not been told about the arrangements. None of the family understood Lijuan’s animosity towards the love of their brother’s life. Cassandra had her suspicions, but she refused to give them voice. It was a road neither she nor Lijuan wished to go down. Someday Cassie knew she would have to deal with it … but not today.

  “Speaking of which, hot diggity dog, here they come up the drive,” Catalina said cheerfully, not noticing Lijuan’s darkening mood and thankfully being the one to brighten the day once more with her ever-present jolly attitude.

  Straight ahead down the driveway to the ranch, the expected Wilde brothers rode upon horseback with Blue River’s half-sister from a different father, Bright Feather, between them. Very shapely and athletic, Bright Feather was Dutch’s girlfriend and a woman Lijuan hardly ever fancied having around her half-brother. Dutch himself was a tall man like his father and he rode so beautifully that he and his horse appeared to be one. His hair was blond, and his eyes sparkled a magnificent blue.

  Blue River, like his sister, had long black hair and in the last few years, had gone from a lean, scrappy-looking teen to a fit and strapping young brave of twenty. The blue of his eyes for which he was aptly named was still as startling as ever. The gentle smile in those eyes of his was one of his greatest attractions and quite the lure for various women he encountered. The arriving party received greetings from everyone as their horses came to a halt in front of the house.

  Lijuan only barely managed a cool greeting for Bright Feather. There was no smile on her face as she regarded the other woman.

  “Bright Feather,” she acknowledged flatly.

  Bright Feather, aware of how Lijuan felt about her, returned the greeting the same way it was given, but irresistibly, with a kinder smile.

  “Lijuan,” she said softly.

  “It sure is nice of you to help out while on leave from Fort McCallister, Dutch,” Catalina could be heard telling her tall brother as he stepped onto the porch. “It is always a strange sight to see you without your uniform and all them shiny buttons!” she complimented even as she used her thumb and index finger to flick one of the buttons on his shirt.

  “You have no idea how hard it is to keep those buttons shiny, living here in the dusty West,” Her brother joked, as the corners of his eyes crinkled. Cattie had a way of bringing good cheer out in most who encountered her.

  “I’m glad to be a civilian for a little while and helping my family is the best way to spend my free time,” he said expansively. He was obviously in a great mood. Tactfully, the whole family kept silent their thoughts. Dutch had been a disaster at running the ranch in the brief time before he followed his true desire to join the military. Though his skills were shaky, they were serviceable enough to run the operation for the few short days that were planned.

  “And a big help you will be, David.” Lijuan said with a smile, joining the conversation as she approached Dutch. “There is so much business to attend to, but don’t worry. I’ve written up the checks for the feed shipment and the cow hands payroll.”

  Dutch laughed, obviously expecting everything to be handled properly, since Lijuan excelled in her role of running the finances for the ranch. “I’m not the worrier, that’s you, our little Beautiful and Graceful One,” He told her, and as usual, Lijuan’s face lit up as it always did when he used the Chinese meaning of her name to address her. He was the only one to ever call her that, just as she was the only one to call him by his given name of David.

  “I am sorry; of course, ranch business will be in good hands with you. If you’re not distracted, that is.” Lijuan added, shifting her eyes towards Bright Feather. Her glance was not lost on the Indian woman.

  “You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” Dutch reassured her with a smile. He seemed to understand what she meant, but had no intention to say anything about it, as was his nature. There were times he wondered how much longer he would be able to continue that practice. Before he could ruminate further, Lijuan patted his chest, finally stepping back.

  “Of course, David.” she said softly.

  “I see your carriage coming around the side of the house from the stables now,” Blue River said suddenly, being the first of the family to notice it and ending the odd silence that could have ensued.

  “Excellent! We can be on our way soon,” Whip said.

  Just then, Honor Elizabeth came out of the house in a robe with a blanket wrapped around her, despite the warming weather. “No, no, no one come near me, especially you all who are going to see Carson. I do not wish to give anyone this insufferable cold,” she hissed frantically, trying to avoid anyone coming so close.

  Her eyes were watery and puffy, and her voice had a stuffed congested sound when she spoke. Despite her fatigued look, her long, curly black hair covered both sides of her round face, giving her a pretty look. Her hazel eyes were a perfect match for her creamy mocha skin while her ball-shaped breasts and slender waist were still quite obvious, despite the unrevealing robe.

  Lijuan looked around at the others a moment, a chuckle finding its way between
her teeth after Honor’s worried hiss. “Do you see anyone moving in your direction, Honor Elizabeth?” she asked humorously, exchanging a knowing look with the others.

  Catalina and Cassandra tried to stifle their chuckles, but Catalina failed, her laughter echoing with the soft wind.

  “Be that as it may, I am so terribly sorry, Daddy. You know I had planned on being your driver for this trip to your friend’s ranch,” Honor said, a little dejected. Her father started walking towards her, but she stepped back, afraid once more of spreading her illness. Whip shook his head though, stubbornly reaching for her.

  “Don’t move, young lady. If I start being afraid of catching a cold, then I might as well be afraid of my own shadow, too. Nothing is going to keep me from hugging my buttercup goodbye and wishing her well,” he said, wrapping his arms about her a few seconds before the carriage pulled up.

  “Take care, Daddy.” Honor whispered, her eyes glistening with sadness as he finally stepped away and towards the coach.

  They all said their goodbyes and the traveling ones got into the coach. As she neared the coach, Lijuan looked back at those staying behind noticing that Honor, to no surprise, had already retreated into the ranch house. Cassandra and Blue River on the other hand were still waving goodbye while Dutch had his arm around Bright Feather who was also waving with a smile.

  Lijuan faced forward afterwards and crossed her arms, a dark expression settling on her beautiful narrow face before she finally stepped into the coach.

  ***

  The Circle B Ranch was a fraction of the size of the Cedar Ledge, but it was quite popular in its own region too. The proud land grew green grasses and yellow flowers mostly, attracting colorful butterflies that became quite the talk when it came to describe the ranch. Old men could easily be heard describing the grassland as “The one with all ‘em colorful butterflies perching on ‘em beautiful sweet flowers.” The ranch had a watering hole too and that morning, standing under a tree beside it were two men with guns. They were watching the steer get their drink of water, while they spoke randomly about their weapons. One of the men, the foreman Dale Foster, had blond hair and twinkling blue eyes, while his co-worker was a bigger, arguably stronger man with black hair and curly beard. His name was Mick Caldwell. Dale had a rifle in one hand, cracked open with a few shells in his other hand.