“That’s my girl.” He made sure she got up into the saddle before he mounted his horse. Chloe was not surprised by his grace or agility. The man could do anything.
Maybe, just maybe, with him at her side, she could do anything too.
Chapter Seven
The rest of the evening passed quickly. They were both full of renewed energy, and riding a pair of good horses alleviated the feelings of helplessness. In fact, he felt better than he had in a long time, more alive. Much of it had to do with the woman at his side. Chloe had done her best to drag him into her world, voluntarily or not, and he was finally recognizing it was where he was supposed to be.
“It’s almost dark.”
“Even though I have more hair than a head should, I can actually see through it.” Her sarcasm had grown sharper as the day wore on.
“If it’s dark, they can’t drive the wagon either.”
“I know that.” She sounded frustrated.
“We’ve made good time today, made up some ground. We’ll start early and make up even more.” Gideon hardened his voice. “We won’t do them any good if we run into a gopher hole and cripple one of these fine horses.”
She didn’t look at him, but he saw her swallow. “I know. I just wish, it’s silly, but I wish we could see them, know that we’re getting closer. I wish…” She pointed ahead. “I see something, Gid.”
It was the third time she’d used a shortened version of his name. Hearing it from her lips was an unexpected gift, one that made his heart thump, one he wanted to hear again and again.
Chloe had an excellent seat on a horse, and she raced ahead on Lightning as if they were one being. She slid off the saddle with an ease he’d not seen from a woman before and dropped to her knees.
“Is it a ribbon?”
She held up another scrap of blue with a triumphant smile. “Yes! Martha, you clever little critter!”
Gideon smiled at Chloe. “That she is.”
“We’re getting closer, aren’t we?” She got to her feet.
“Yes, we are. I need to tell you what I learned in town today. Let’s make camp here. No doubt there is a good spot for a campfire, and I hear running water.” He took both horses’ reins.
She held the ribbon to her heart for a moment before she answered. “I don’t want to, but I will because I know we need to.”
Gideon could respect that, and he was powerful glad he didn’t have to argue with her about when and where to stop. If he were honest with himself, he might have kept going through the night if he had been chasing his family’s kidnappers. However, he had spent many nights on a horse and knew how to ride in the darkness with only the moon for a guide. Chloe had obviously spent a lot of time on a horse, but she likely hadn’t ridden at night before. It could be more than dangerous for someone with no experience.
They set up camp as though they’d done it a hundred times instead of twice. Chloe built the fire while Gideon took care of the horses. He refilled the new large canteens they’d purchased in town in the small stream he found nearby. By the time he came back, she had coffee burbling on the fire and was using her knife to open a can of peaches.
“Don’t take your thumb off with that thing. I don’t feel like carrying you back to that town.” He set the canteens down and then sat on the ground across from her.
“I can outshoot, outhunt, outskin and outcook any man alive.” She speared him with a hard look. “You have no faith in me, Gideon Blackwood.”
He stared at her, trying to see into her soul and find out what made her prickly. “I was joking with you, Chloe. You get your back up too easily.”
“Joking?” Her mouth fell open. “What does that mean?”
“When people are friends, they joke with each other.” He had no idea what her home life had been like growing up, just that it was hard and apparently left no room for fun.
“Are we friends?” Her voice had dropped, low and unsure.
His heart clenched at the life she must’ve led, since she didn’t know how to laugh, how to be silly. He couldn’t help but move over beside her. He took her hand and kissed the back of it, her skin warm against his lips.
“We will always be friends. No matter what.”
She looked down at their joined hands. “I would like that.”
Gideon told himself to stop kissing her hand, to go back to the other side of the fire, but damn if he ignored himself. Instead he settled next to her, a comfortable spot to be. They ate the peaches, some crackers and jerky, washing it all down with hot coffee.
When it came time to sleep, they crawled into a bedroll together. As they shared their body heat, the space beneath the blanket grew warmer, their breath white puffs in the cool night air. It was a form of torture he’d never thought to endure. Then again, there were a lot of things he hadn’t considered until he met Chloe.
“Why don’t you touch me no more?” Her soft question made him stop thinking of just how hard his dick was.
“What?”
She shifted her behind and it brushed against him, eliciting a small groan from deep in his throat.
“Like we did in the wagon and, um, on the wagon seat.” She was silent for a moment. “Did I do a bad job? I don’t have much experience, but it felt pretty good to me.”
Gideon half-choked on the laugh that threatened. “Pretty good? Hell, Chloe, I spend my days trying not to think about how good it was.”
The crickets sang around them as his cock thrummed in time with his heart.
“Oh. Well then, why don’t we do it again?” She rolled over and looked at him in the meager light.
Gideon told himself they weren’t married.
She wasn’t a virgin before I met her.
Gideon told himself they were chasing dangerous people.
They have no idea they’re being chased.
Gideon told himself there were a million other reasons to not touch her.
Can’t even think of one.
He knew he shouldn’t touch her, but it was damn hard, in more ways than one, not to.
“We shouldn’t.” His voice was tighter than a fiddle string.
“Why not?”
“Lots of reasons.”
She chuckled, her breath caressing his face. “You sound like Granny when she can’t think of a good reason to say no.” Chloe shifted closer until her breasts pillowed against his chest and her lips were inches from his. “I can think of one good reason to say yes.”
Gideon shook with the force of his restraint. He inhaled, breathing her scent into his body, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. As soon as her lips touched his, there would be no more holding back.
“What reason is that?”
“Because I think I lo—”
His mouth came down on hers, cutting off her confession he was not ready to hear or accept. Her body, however, he was ready to accept and pleasure.
The dark, warm recesses of her mouth welcomed him, as her tongue danced and rasped against his. Her raised body heat and ragged breath told him she was as affected as he was. Gideon was embarrassed to notice he trembled when he touched her. After such a short time together, he was hopelessly tangled in her web with no escape in sight.
Her small hands crept down his arms, lightly squeezing as she went until he chuckled against her teeth.
“What are you doing?”
She bit at his lip. “Don’t you dare make fun of me. I just like the way you feel. All hard and the like.”
“More than you know, little one.” He pressed his aching erection against her.
She sucked in a breath, which then hissed out from between her teeth. “Tell me that’s not just a stick in your trousers, or I’m going to be real disappointed.”
Gideon barked a laugh at her sassiness. “No, it’s not just a stick.” He kissed his way across her cheek, then nibbled on her earlobe. When he blew into her ear, she trembled against him.
“Good, because I’m feeling mighty ready to be close to you again,
Gid.” Her voice was rich with passion, something she had in abundance. Being intimate with him obviously brought it out in force.
Thank God.
He’d been with women before, but none as responsive or passionate as Chloe. She turned to melted butter in his arms, so soft and warm. Her nipples poked into his chest, hard and wanting. He had to have more.
Although he loved seeing her in her new clothes, he wanted to see her out of them now. He unbuttoned the shirt, kissing the exposed skin as he went. She smelled wonderful, like woman, sunshine and arousal. The perfect combination.
Her nipples were already pebbled, begging for his mouth. As soon as he pulled one into his mouth, her nails dug into his shoulders and she let loose a little moan. His dick must’ve grown another inch.
“That feels good, but I want more.” Her hand crept around and she squeezed him. “Like this right here hiding in your drawers.”
He bit her nipple even as her touch made him shudder. She sucked in another breath and squeezed him again. If she kept that up, he’d be done before he even got the damn drawers off. To save his dignity and please his lady, he shucked his clothes quickly, and then they were skin to skin.
He groaned as she spread her legs and his dick came in contact with the crisp hairs on her pussy. Gideon gritted his teeth to keep from coming all over her. When had he lost all self-control? Likely from the moment he’d touched Chloe Ruskin, or maybe even when he’d first laid eyes on her.
As he slid into her welcoming warmth, one thought ran through his head—she was made for him. They simply fit together. She closed around him. Her tightness mixed with the moisture from her arousal was a heady combination.
He kept his strokes slow at first, enjoying the gentle slide of their bodies. She pulled at his back, urging him to go faster, but he held back. Gideon wanted this to be something other than fumbling in the dark or a quick fuck on a wagon seat. He wanted to make love to her.
Heat radiated out from their joining, sapping all coherent thought. She scratched at him again, and he sped up his pace. They had all night to make love. Perhaps now they needed a release to celebrate their success, or something like that. It gave his cock permission to take over anyway.
Soon he was plunging in and out of her, each stroke bringing him closer and closer to release. She moaned and thrust back against him, her face a mixture of passion and wonder. He watched her beautiful eyes as her release hit. Her pupils widened until her eyes looked almost black, closing to half-mast as her mouth opened in a silent shout.
“Gideon!” She whispered his name as she found her pleasure. The very sound of it pushed him over the edge.
He slammed into her pussy, faster and faster as his orgasm started somewhere near his toes, traveling through him like a lightning bolt. By the time it landed between his legs, he was blind and deaf with ecstasy. Her pussy walls closed around his staff, milking him as he spilled his seed into her.
Gideon collapsed beside her, trying not to squash her with his bulk. She took his hand in hers and interlaced their fingers. Without a word, she told him so much.
Truthfully, he was scared sex with any other woman would never give him the amazing, exquisite experience he’d just had. He was already in love with her and knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. How he’d accomplish that remained to be seen.
Chloe was up early, peeling herself out of the bed she had shared, for the second time, with Gideon. She had no one to blame but herself. After all, she practically invited him to be with her again. It wasn’t her fault entirely—he had shown her such great pleasure, her body craved more of it. She’d never thought herself a hussy, but it took the right man to make it come to the surface.
As she pulled on the new clothes, she remembered his reaction when he saw her dressed in them. It had been such an indulgence to buy them. She’d never spent twenty dollars on anything in her life, much less clothes bought in a store. Gideon hadn’t batted an eye at the cost. He just handed over money as if it were leaves on a tree.
Walking back to camp from the stream with her new finery on, nervous energy fluttered through her. The entire outfit was like a dream, something unreal although she could touch it and feel it. It probably wasn’t an uncommon thing for Gideon, and she didn’t want to look like a fool if she kept touching her clothes. Instead she put them on as though they weren’t the most beautiful things she had owned. She had coffee started while he silently cleaned up their bed. Chloe was embarrassed enough to be unable to glance at her lover.
Lover.
The word sounded naughty, and yet it was accurate. He was her lover, nothing more, nothing less. She wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking he wanted more. After all, he’d stopped her confession of love last night, thank God. She almost made a complete ass of herself, and instead made a complete hussy of herself. Neither one was something to be proud of, but at least being a hussy was familiar.
The sun painted the sky pink as they ate a silent breakfast. She shifted on the rock several times until he finally looked up at her. His gaze went down her body then back up again. In the paltry light, she couldn’t quite see his expression.
“That’s all you bought yesterday.”
She wasn’t sure if it was a question. “No, I bought two dresses, boots, a hat and underthings. You ordered, I obeyed.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to grab them back and throw them in the fire.
He looked down into his coffee. “You’re very prickly.”
“I know.” Her breath came out on a sigh. “I don’t mean to be, it’s just, I can’t seem to stop it.” God knew Granny had tried for years to soften Chloe’s rough edges. She hadn’t been very successful.
“You look nice.” His simple compliment gave her goose bumps.
“I do?” She touched the riding skirt with her fingertips, still surprised by how velvety it was.
“Yes, you do.” He looked up at her, and she swore there were sparks shooting from his blue eyes. “I knew there was a beautiful woman underneath that ugly dress.”
She swallowed, her mouth as dry as dirt. “Beautiful?” No one, not even Granny, had ever told her she was beautiful, and the mirror didn’t tell her any different.
“Is that hard for you to believe?”
“Yes.” She picked at a piece of moss on the rock. “I know I ain’t beautiful.”
He scooted over until he sat beside her. She resisted the urge to blush or hide her face, although it was damn hard. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin.
“There are different kinds of beautiful. Sometimes you have to look past the frosting and look at the cake.”
She scowled at him. “Are you saying I’m a cake?”
He chuckled. “No, what I’m saying is, you are beautiful. Don’t ever believe any different.” His kiss was softer than a butterfly wing, just enough to make her breath catch and her heart skip a beat.
Chloe didn’t know how to respond, so she kept her mouth shut. Gideon waited a few moments, and then he returned to his seat on the opposite side of the fire. The rest of breakfast passed in silence, but it was a more comfortable silence. Chloe allowed herself to hope for the best for the first time since her family had been taken. She saddled her horse with ease, and they packed up quickly to get started on their pursuit. Ten minutes later, Gideon broke the silence.
“I have a few things to tell you.” His voice was grave, the softness he’d shown that morning completely gone.
Chloe’s stomach quivered at the quietly spoken words. “What?” Her imagination took flight, finding too many awful things to fill in the unknown.
“I had a talk with the livery owner yesterday in town. He told me a man came in to get a cinch strap fixed early morning before we got into town. I got a general description, and I don’t know if it’s one of the men we’re chasing or not. He was a stranger, there eight hours before us, and he rode in the direction we’re following.”
Elation swept through her. “Why did
n’t you tell me?”
“I figured you’d make us keep riding in the dark even when it was dangerous to do so.” He sounded matter-of-fact, damn sure of himself.
“I wouldn’t have.”
“Yes, you would’ve.”
“You’re annoying.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
She wanted to smack him as she clenched her hands into fists. “What else haven’t you told me?”
“I visited the sheriff, told him what happened. It happened out of his jurisdiction, but he’s putting out a wire to local lawmen to put them on alert.” He ran his hand down his whiskered cheek, the rasp loud in the quiet morning air. “By the time anyone goes looking, it might be too late to find them.”
“Is that supposed to be good news?” Her anger began to bubble as he continued in his flat voice.
“No, it’s not, but it’s honest. I also wired my cousin, who is a lawman back in Tanger. He’ll probably do more than the old sheriff in the town we just passed through.” He turned to look at her. “I’m telling you this because I know finding your family is going to depend on us.” His eyes glittered beneath the brim of his hat. “I bought us each a rifle and a pistol. I know you can use them, and you will likely have to.”
Chloe’s anger dissipated as quickly as it had come. She finally heard what he was saying.
“We’re going to war.”
He nodded tightly. “I can’t guarantee what will happen, but I made a promise to you and I aim to keep it.”
She wanted to say a thousand things, but the first thing that came to her mind was foolish. He didn’t want to hear she’d fallen in love with him.
“Do you see that?”
Chloe peered ahead. Her heart leapt at the sight of the dust cloud in the distance. “Yep, I see it.”
“You ready, little soldier?”
“As ready as you are, big captain.” She gritted her teeth and kneed the horse into action.
They rode side by side, streaks of horse and human in the morning light. Dust and tiny rocks pelted her face, but she ignored them. Her breath came in short gasps as they closed the distance foot by foot. She couldn’t think of a better man to have beside her with her family in her sights. The sound of the horses’ hooves echoed through her bones, making her feel invincible.
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