The Surrender of Lacy Morgan

by Suzanne Ferrell

  She nodded.

  “It’s not east near the Hole-in-the-Wall. So which direction is it?”

  “West,” she whispered. Shame filled her. Weak.

  “Very good.” Quinn tore the meat in half, then slipped it between her lips. He stroked his thumb over her lip as she chewed. Then he lifted the last piece to her lips. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “No.” She opened her mouth, waiting for him to feed her.

  “Due west? Northwest? Southwest?”

  “South. Southwest.”

  “Good girl.” He laid the meat on her tongue.

  She resisted the urge to bite his fingers.

  Beside her Dakota shifted once more. She turned to see him holding a canteen. She swallowed the last of her food, then leaned toward him. He held the canteen steady to let her drink her fill.

  “Seems we made quite a mess with the rabbit,” Quinn said from her other side, then lowered his head to lick a path down her chest and over her breast.

  She let out a gasp and shifted, trying to get away, only to come in contact with Dakota’s hard body.

  “Don’t fight us,” Dakota whispered before claiming her lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His tongue stroked her, his lips pressing firmer with each movement of his head.

  Just as he pulled back and she gained the slightest control of her senses, Quinn’s mouth latched on to her nipple.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  Dakota slid his tongue across her other breast, until he too latched on to a nipple. Their double assault on her body sent her ability to resist flying out into the night sky. Despite the cool night air kissing her skin, fire leapt along the paths their tongues took.

  Held captive. Unable to resist or escape. Every fiber of her being seared by their mouths and tongues as they suckled and licked away all the juices they’d dripped on her breasts.

  “Mmm…so good,” Quinn murmured against her nipple, sending another new sensation shooting through her body.

  Dakota’s hand fell to the exposed skin of her thigh.

  “Open for me, sweetness,” he whispered, then slipped his tongue around her nipple.

  When she didn’t obey quickly enough, Quinn pinched her nipple. “Open. Now.”

  With what little control she had left, she fought to keep her legs closed in front of her. Another pinch of pain, this time from both nipples as Dakota joined in her tender punishment.

  “Trust us, Lacy,” he said. His other hand slid higher on her thigh.

  She turned her head to stare into his dark sensual eyes. “Please, no more.”

  Then Quinn’s firm hand gripped her other thigh, making her turn her attention to him. An intensity she’d never seen before held her captive to his steely blue gaze.

  “Obey us. Open your thighs.”

  She couldn’t. Didn’t they understand? If she gave in and let them use her for their own pleasure, it would confirm she was her mother’s daughter—a whore.

  He increased the pressure on her thigh but didn’t force them apart, at the same time nibbling up her neck to her ear. “It’s your reward, darlin’.”

  “Reward?” Her voice sounded deep and whispery to her own ears. She closed her eyes, trying to find some control.

  “Mmm, yes,” he whispered in her ear, then took nips at the column of her neck and across her shoulders. “You didn’t lie to us again. You deserve to be rewarded.”

  What lunacy was this? Her mind couldn’t focus on the details. Dakota’s fingers were sliding upward in small circles. Both men pinched and tugged on her nipples in turns. The heat between her thighs was driving her crazy.

  “Come on, kitten, open those thighs for us.” This whispered request from Quinn did the trick.

  Her thighs seemed to respond despite her resolve, parting just enough to let their fingers glide up to her hot mound. As they separated her tender folds she moaned—half from frustration and half from need.

  Fingers, she wasn’t sure which man’s, dipped in and stroked across her heat. She moaned again.

  “Mmm, listen to her purr,” Dakota said.

  “Taste her. She’s exquisite.”

  Lacy opened her eyes to watch Dakota slide two glistening fingers into his mouth. Pure lust crossed his features, as if her essence was some exotic confection he’d never sampled before.

  The pleasure in his face thrilled her even more, sending new heat flowing through her.

  Then Quinn found the swollen nub hidden in her folds. He rolled it very slowly, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure coursing through her body. She arched her back and thrust her hips, begging for more of the delicious torture.

  “Like that, do you?” Quinn’s deep voice rumbled over her nerves as his fingers strummed the core of her body.

  Dakota braced one arm around her back as he leaned in to suckle on a tender nipple.

  With each touch, stroke, pinch, tug, she seemed to pull harder on the straps holding her bound to the branch, her body stretching, thrusting, tightening toward a plane of fulfillment she’d never felt before.

  “That’s it, darlin’. Let it happen,” Quinn whispered. “Come for us.”

  Her body responded to the gentle command, shuddering in spasms, drawn tight like a bow to their masterful ministrations. Eyes closed, she rode each wave of pleasure.

  Slowly she felt her body and senses return to normal. Someone whimpered. It was her.

  Dakota released the bindings holding her arms above her head. His big hands massaged the muscles in her arms and shoulders. “You’re okay, kitten. Relax.”

  “Very good, Lacy,” Quinn whispered in her ear as he cradled her now limp body against his.

  Even as she listened to their praise and crooning, her mind braced itself for the assault on her body. They were men. Men always took their pleasure.

  “You were perfect,” Quinn said, slowly sliding them down onto the outstretched blanket. “Such a good girl.”

  The huge bulge of his erection pressed into her hip. She tensed. Now they’d force their cocks into her body. Use her. She’d show them what a wanton whore she was.

  “You’ve had a hard day. It’s time to sleep.”

  Her eyelids popped open.

  They weren’t going to rape her? What new game did they play?

  “Easy. Relax.” Quinn kissed her lips softly, not demanding or forceful. A tender kiss that broke the damn inside her.

  Shame washed over her. What had she done? She’d let them use her, toy with her. Two men. At once! Suddenly tears welled up in her eyes. She struggled to suck in air, her chest so tight she thought it would explode. Sobs shook her body. Her hands still bound between them, she clutched at Quinn’s shirt.

  “Shh, darlin’.” He drew her closer, her naked chest pressed against the soft material of his shirt. “You’re going to be okay.”

  As Quinn held her, Dakota drew her skirt back around her thighs. Then he crawled up behind her, drawing a blanket over all of them, stroking her damp hair from her face with his hands and peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses. He pressed his cock into her buttocks from behind. The only thing separating them was his pants. Yet, like Quinn, he made no move to press the issue either. “Easy, kitten. We’ll protect you.”

  Exhaustion soon took over. Cocooned between the two men, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

  “Now we have a problem,” Dakota said as he spooned in behind Lacy.

  “Such as?” Quinn glanced over her shoulder at him.

  “She fought us all the way. We had to wring that cum out of her.”

  “You think it was her first? No way in hell. No way she lived in Devil’s vipers’ nest for all those years without learning some tricks.”

  “You saw her response. Doesn’t act like any experienced whore we’ve ever dealt with before.”

  “The plan hasn’t changed. We get the information out of her and use her to get in close to Devil.”

  “And you intend to use her submissiveness to get the information?”
/>   “It’s a tool. Cap taught us to use whatever tools necessary to get the job done.”

  “He also taught us to assume responsibility for our actions, to defend those weaker than ourselves and protect the defenseless.”

  A dark shadow passed over his blood brother’s eyes in the firelight. Quinn had yet to deal with his grief over Anson’s murder.

  “She’s one of the outlaws responsible for his death, Dakota, not some innocent we found on the side of the road. Trust me, she can handle everything we throw at her. She deserves it. I’m sure she’s handled worse.” He scooted away from her, drawing the blanket down over her half-naked form. “I’ll take the first watch.”

  “It’s all yours,” Dakota murmured as he shifted his swollen cock against the woman’s soft ass cheeks and watched his partner stomp off.

  Quinn never relinquished the hunt once he set himself on a path. His tenacity rivaled that of a pack of wolves after a wounded animal. Over the past ten years, it had helped them bring in some of the most vicious outlaws, and it would give them Devil Morgan and his men.

  Dakota glanced down at the copper-headed beauty in his arms.

  But at what cost?

  They couldn’t awaken the submissive inside her, then simply leave her to flounder on her own or risk taking her to prison. Either option would destroy her.

  No, Quinn hadn’t realized where this path he’d set them on would take them. To gain control of Lacy, they’d have to gain her trust in all things. Gaining her trust was no small task, and once they succeeded in the venture, they’d all be changed forever.

  Despite his swollen cock pressing against his pants, Quinn stomped around the campfire, stopping to grab his rifle and check the chambers to be sure it was loaded. Then he headed into the woods to relieve the ache Lacy had caused.

  “Damn,” he muttered, then opened the fly to his pants and took his throbbing cock in his hand, the vision of her spurring him to stroke its length.

  He’d meant to use her submission simply as a way to get information out of her—sure she’d succumb quickly. But the moment he stretched her arms overhead and opened her shirt he’d stepped into hot water. The part of him so in control of every situation surged to the surface to feed on her resistance. He’d needed to break through and master her.

  As she fought to keep from telling them anything useful, her body tempted him to go further.

  At the memory of her legs spread apart, seeing her helpless, half-naked, her breasts thrusting at him in the light from the fire, he stroked his raging cock faster. He brought his other hand to his nose and inhaled her scent once more. She’d been magnificent, stretched taut from the tree, letting wave after wave of pleasure course over her as they’d touched and tasted her passion.

  He saw her as the orgasm hit her again and again. Her eyes opened in surprise and just a touch of fear, then she threw her head back, her body and mind succumbing to their ministrations.

  His release hit him hard. A soft growl escaped him as he shot several waves of his seed onto the forest floor. Finally he collapsed against a tree, panting hard. He hadn’t taken matters in his own hand too often over the years, but it was either that or go back and force Lacy’s body to accept him.

  And he wasn’t going to do that. Despite what he’d told Dakota or Lacy believed, he understood just how difficult it had been for her to let loose tonight. His mind insisted she couldn’t have lived in Devil’s gang without serving as a whore among his men. But her actions with him and Dakota suggested she might be more innocent than he’d thought. Forcing himself on her would only build her walls of resistance.

  A slow smile split his lips.

  Besides, when he did sink his cock into her hot pussy, the pleasure would be worth the wait. And he had no doubt her resistance would be weaker with each step she took on the journey into the sensual world.

  He settled himself back into his pants and slowly walked the perimeter of the campsite, searching for any sign of nocturnal predators. Finding none, he returned to the campfire. After banking the fire down, he sat down near the trees a few feet from where Dakota and Lacy lay.

  “Feel better?” Dakota asked, his voice filled with humor. He’d known exactly why Quinn had had to take first watch.

  “Mind your own business.”

  “Mmm, I think I will.” The blankets and leaves around the pair rustled as Dakota snuggled against their prisoner’s warm body.

  A hard knot formed in Quinn’s gut, knowing Lacy was sleeping against Dakota and not him. He wanted to join them, but given his earlier response to the woman’s passion, he doubted he’d be able to control himself right now. Maybe in a few hours, after his desire for her cooled. For now, he’d concentrate on other things.

  His mind drifted back to his first sight of her on the streets of Beaver Run.

  Who ever would’ve thought she’d pass herself off for a schoolmarm? He’d expected to find her in a saloon or a brothel.

  He had to hand it to her. If he didn’t think to look for her as a prim and proper schoolmarm, neither would Devil or the bounty hunters scouring the territory in search of her. In the past few towns, he’d run across more than one man chasing the bounty placed on her. Eventually one of them might run into the same cowpoke who claimed to know where the teacher with the gold collar had gotten off the stage.

  Legend had it that during the War Between the States, Devil Morgan served the last of his Union Army enlistment down in New Orleans. There he’d found his way into the gaming houses and brothels, where he met Ruby Delacroix, a voodoo priestess and quadroon mistress to the owner of a gaming house. When Devil robbed and killed her patron, Ruby took her young daughter Lacy and followed the charismatic outlaw into the Indian territories.

  Rumor was, Ruby died a few years back but had passed on her skills to her daughter, now a grown woman who continued to live with the gang. Lacy may pretend her innocence and fear of Devil Morgan, but she was the daughter of a notorious outlaw’s partner and paramour.

  Could Devil want her back so badly because of pure lust? Morgan was a sick son-of-a-bitch and Quinn wouldn’t put it past him to crave his own stepdaughter. Her beauty alone would be worth claiming—combined with her mother’s skills, she’d be worth even more to a gang of thieves like Devil’s.

  After pulling out his canteen, Quinn drank his fill then settled back to listen to the sounds of the night. Tomorrow they’d head southwest into the Wyoming Territory in search of their prey. And they’d take Lacy on a journey she’d never expected.

  Chapter Three

  “Blood in, blood out. It’s the only way you’ll escape me, girl.” Devil chanted the words with the flames of hell glowing in his eyes.

  Heat from the fires suffocated her. She was trapped, her hands useless as she tried to claw her way loose from the weight pinning her down.

  She had to get away! With a twist of her body, her knee contacted something hard and unmoving.

  “Dammit, woman,” a male voice rumbled in her ear. “Hold still before one of us gets hurt.”

  Lacy froze, suddenly recognizing the grumpy voice. She forced her eyes open and slowly turned to stare over her shoulder at her captor. Quinn, the blue-eyed lawman, held her against his body, her hands still strapped together by the leather thong. Despite her present predicament and the large bulge pressing against her hip, she relaxed.

  Devil Morgan wasn’t the one trapping her.

  “Bad dream?” Quinn asked.

  Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

  “It’s okay. You’re safe with us.”

  Even though his day-old beard scratched her ear as he spoke, his face seemed softer in the early morning light. At least he wasn’t angry and determined like she remembered from when he stomped away the night before.

  Wait. She’d fallen asleep in the other man, Dakota’s, arms last night. When had they switched? Had she been so exhausted she hadn’t noticed?

  He smoothed some of her hair away from her face. “We have a long day
’s ride ahead of us. If I untie your hands so you can clean up before we head out, do you promise not to try anything stupid like yesterday?”

  Again she nodded.

  With a gentle but firm grip, he cupped her chin in his hand. The hard gleam was back in his eyes. “Answer me with the words, Lacy. Say, yes sir.”

  She clenched her teeth together tight. For years her stepfather had ordered her about. She didn’t like it then and she didn’t like it now. If she refused, would Quinn beat her? That kind of retribution she could handle.

  Flashes of both men teasing her last night with their mouths and hands flooded her. She couldn’t accept last night’s complete capitulation to their assault on her body. And she didn’t want to repeat it, either. At least not this early in the morning.

  “Yes sir,” she muttered.

  He studied her as if contemplating her sudden acquiescence. “That’s not a very reassuring promise.”

  Well, he’d just have to take his chances, wouldn’t he? They wanted her to trust them with her secrets. Trust had to be earned on both sides. “I guess you’ll just have to trust me, Mr. Lawman.”

  Slowly, he rolled away from her body, then stood staring down at her. His eyes narrowed and for a moment she thought he’d take back his offer to untie her.

  Great. Her mother had warned her too many times over the years. When would she learn not to taunt an angry man?

  “You’re right, Miss Outlaw.”

  He reached down and grasped her by the elbows, hauling her up to stand beside him. He ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders, caressing her bare skin where the shirt, still unbuttoned from the night before, hung loose on them. Her nipples immediately drew taut at the sensation and heat flooded her face as she stood partially naked to his view.

  He traced a finger down over her breastbone. She watched the path his finger took. With a deep breath she waited for him to continue teasing her body where he’d left off the night before. Instead, he moved both his hands to the buttons at the shirt’s hem, slowly slipping one after another back through the holes.

  Mesmerized, she watched his fingers work. With each button he closed, he brushed her already sensitive flesh, sending heat coursing through her body to the junction of her thighs once more. How could the simple act of this man dressing her be as sensual to her as when he’d ordered her to strip the day before?