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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  Only two were left, one of which was Hardin. He decided to take care of the last spotter on his way out. After all, it was nearly noon, and there was no need to keep Hardin waiting a moment past.

  The last of the blood washed from his blades floated down the river as Deuce answered his whistle and appeared.

  With a devilish grin, Devin swung a leg over Deuce, turned rein and headed toward his dancing partner.

  In the distance, Hardin appeared to have grown somewhat confident. Devin rode up, amusedly considered the man mistakenly thought he was riding into an ambush. Little did Hardin know only one hired hand remained, and the ill-fated back-shooting ambusher passed the time about a mile away.

  Once within pistol range, Devin slid out of his saddle and patted his prized horse’s rump to move him out of the way.

  “I’m ready whenever you are, Hardin.”

  From the way Hardin’s eyes darted about, Devin guessed the man was starting to realize something wasn’t right.

  “Or would you rather hear how I fucked Rosalinda’s pussy? Might be carrying my child. Who knows, you and I could’ve been kin someday.”

  He lied, but Hardin didn’t know that. To see the man turning red at the possibility the Devil’s Spawn impregnated his daughter was an incalculable pleasure. What a thought to give a dying man.

  “Why you no good, dirty bastard,” Hardin grated, drawing his revolver.

  Two shots rang out, followed by a piercing bellow.

  Hardin’s bullet had burrowed in the hard packed earth several feet from Devin. He clutched his thumbless hand, cursing Devin to hell and back.

  By now, Devin knew the lone hired hand heard the shots and would come to his boss’s aid. At least, what was left of him.

  Devin strolled up to Hardin. The look of fire in his eye, the taste of blood on his lips and the need to kill on his hands, that’s how his men described him when he was about to conquer his opponent. That’s how he felt, and that’s just what was going to happen.

  “I take it you don’t wanna hear how she begged me to fill her cunt with my seed. I figured you’d want to hear it from me, seeing how no one would believe the word of a two-bit whore.”

  Hardin’s eyes grew impossibly wide. They both now understood they were here to defend a woman’s honor.

  Devin grabbed Hardin by the red kerchief tied round his neck. It wasn’t a fair fight, thumb missing and all, but the way he figured, it wasn’t fair what he’d done to Megan.

  Afterwards, he left the bloody, bone-crushed heap still breathing and started to walk away. For Megan’s sake, he’d let him live. Devin really did plan to go back and honestly assure her he didn’t gun him down.

  However, with every step he took, it gnawed at him. There were those who didn’t deserve mercy. In his gut, he knew when he started something he had to finish it.

  “Ah, who the hell am I joshing?” Devin turned and drew. “See you in hell, Hardin.” He fired, and Hardin stopped breathing instantly.

  He swung around when he heard a sole rider charging toward him. With just enough time to drop and roll, the bullet whirled past his head. His gun already drawn, he sighted quickly and eased the trigger back.

  The black cowboy hat flew off as the redhead toppled from his saddle.

  Blood spewed from Rusty’s mouth. He looked up at Devin and cursed, holding the huge gash in his belly.

  Something about the man didn’t sit well with Devin.

  The way Devin saw it, he had three choices: one, to finish him off cleanly; two, to leave him to whatever found him first whether it be help or critters; or three, to torture him.

  “Score’s settled.” Rusty sneered, not far from eternity.

  “How you figure?” The man wanted to go with a clear conscience, so the least he could do was hear him out.

  Rusty spit up some blood, a thin red trail dribbling down his grimy cheek. “You fucked Hardin’s daughter, and he fucked your pa’s woman.”

  Devin stopped breathing, fury gripping his heart and lungs. Shot a glare at the lifeless body several feet away and had half a mind to shoot Hardin again. He narrowed his eyes on the redheaded cowboy with an instant death wish, lying at his feet. “Hardin was braggin’?”

  “Boss didn’t make a move without me. I was there at the saloon. Held her down while he got her good. Split that fresh cherry, left her bleeding….” The sound of Rusty’s shrill laughter rang in his ears, grated on Devin’s fading nerves.

  Sliding the long bowie knife from its sheath strapped to his waist, Devin chose option three.

  * * * *

  Very few attended the funeral of the town’s former richest proprietor three days later. Rosalinda concluded her mourning period rather quickly. She took off her black garb the day after they laid her father to rest. The educator went back to school straight off, which caused a stir of impropriety among the biddies in town.

  The only thing Devin could come up with was the girl was finally free to stop playing Miss Virginal Belle and let somebody have a stab at that pussy. Her father partly succeeded in keeping her chaste, expecting to acquire the most advantageous, influential marital arrangement in the hopes of gaining respectability. At least, she confided that much while she brazenly tried to get into his britches.

  Rosalinda not only gained her freedom, she was now wealthy enough to secure her own destiny. A young, non-chaperoned, horny woman living on a ranch with a bunch of willing men, he could just imagine what that destiny was.

  Megan had a tough time coming to terms with Hardin’s death. Devin patiently helped her cope best he could. Not until Rosalinda stopped by on her way home from the funeral to tell him out of self-defense, she held no ill will, did Megan finally let him back in their bedroom. Since then, he kept her satisfied at every opportunity.

  Once before, she asked him to wipe away the painful memories. He planned to do just that for her and the girls. He built a swing on the side of the house. Let the girls ride Deuce. When they asked how the horse got his name, he explained it looked like he was wearing two pairs of boots—a deuce, and he finished by teaching them the basics of poker. He even joined them on a picnic by the river, where he killed a rattler that frightened Shelby.

  After a week passed, they fell into a nice, normal routine. Normalcy left Devin yearning for the wide-open wilderness. There was nothing normal about his life. He was itching to leave, and the sooner the better. He longed to return to where he belonged, to track and dispose of what was left of his old gang. Ol’ John always warned, “Tie up loose ends before turning, or they’ll get your back.”

  The right moment never seemed to arrive, though. It was always tomorrow. One more night with Megan, and he would leave tomorrow. First thing in the morning, he told himself, after his sweat-drenched body recuperated from sapped strength. By the time lunch rolled by, they were fucking like dogs in heat again. Before he knew it, nighttime crept up on him. Megan had this way of slanting her head, looking up at him through her lashes and wetting those luscious pink lips that told him she was ready to be tucked in bed...or fucked and sucked in bed was more like it.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s the way, baby, squeeze my cock,” he groaned, thrusting deep inside her pussy as she clenched her vaginal muscles, tight heat searing his hard flesh. Tomorrow, he’d leave tomorrow, for certain this time, he told himself.

  “Harder Devin, make me come again,” she murmured, bucking hard against him, tightening her muscles further. “Ohhh, that feels incredible.”

  On his knees, he tightened his grip on the headboard, holding his body on the edge of hers. Her legs drawn onto his shoulders, the position allowed a deeper penetration, extreme pleasure. It felt as if his cock plunged into a tight, silk encased path straight to her womb.

  “Hold on, baby. I’ll fuck your tight cunt just the way you like—good and hard.” He groaned, squatting on bed to power his thrusts. He gripped her waist, demonstrated the effect quite nicely as his cock surged into her with a forceful, deep thrust that pushed her hea
d, pillows and all, against the headboard. Her gasp heaved from deep in her throat. She trembled, clung to him, her nails digging along his forearms.

  “Yes, yes,” she chanted softly as he felt her body tumble closer to ecstasy with each hard stroke inside her quivering flesh.

  A sharp knock at the door accompanied the faint voice calling for Devin. They jumped and turned their startled gazes toward their locked bedroom door.

  Megan’s eyes grew wide. Her legs slid off his shoulders. When she mouthed for him to get off, he shook his head with a mischievous expression to tell her ‘no way.’

  He went to his knees and blew her a kiss. To quiet the squeaking bed, he slowed his thrusts, maintained the intoxicating sensations. He wanted to keep Megan close without sending her into a screaming frenzy.

  “What is it, Shelby?” he asked guardedly after the child called to him once more.

  Embarrassed, Megan tried to push him away, her palms sliding over the sweaty planes of his chest. Devin ground his pubic bone against her clit, rocked his cock deep inside her heated depths. Her hands curled around his neck. She arched her back, gasped for breath. He felt her pussy swell, grow wetter and hotter, clench him tightly, knew she was nearing climax.

  “Devin, I had a bad dream ‘bout snakes.”

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He bent down and licked the peak on Megan’s breast. “It was only a dream.” He licked the other puckered nipple, caught it between his teeth, causing her to gasp in delight. “Go back to sleep,” he gritted out between his clenched teeth, keeping the hardened nipple in his mouth. He pointed his tongue and ran the tip over the sensitive flesh, had Megan shoving her breast in his mouth, panting.

  Her fingernails raked into his buttocks, encouraging him to thrust harder. “Devin, I’m so close,” Megan whispered in a soft, desperate plea.

  “I’m scared.” Shelby’s small voice pervaded the dark room.

  “Go back to your room, Shelby. I’ll be there in a minute.” He withdrew almost completely, plunged inside her snug, heated channel hard enough to let Megan know he was thinking of her and Shelby at the same time, trying to please them both in very different ways, but not hard enough to shake the bed.

  “Now, Devin. Come now,” Shelby whined impatiently.

  “Okay, Shelby,” he promised with a grin, climbing out of bed, taking a wide-eyed, still-impaled Megan, with him. “Give me a moment, and I’ll be coming.”

  He stood with his knees slightly bent, clasped Megan’s firm rear and surged deep and fast. Since she weighed next to nothing, he easily glided her petite body up and down his length.

  She clung to him, pressed her heels into his ass. Long locks of dark gold waved wildly as she leaned back and pressed her clit against his hard abdominal flesh with each long, deep, pistoning stroke.

  Sweat dripped down his back. His chest rose and fell harshly with each labored breath. He moved her faster, felt his cock tighten, enlarge, throb. She trembled in his arms, heard her fight to control her whimpers and he knew they would come together.

  Megan opened her mouth as if to scream, but instead, locked her teeth tight on his bare shoulder when she came. Her body tensed, shuddered, inner muscles gripped, milked his deeply embedded flesh sensuously, sending him into his own erotic oblivion with one final, hard thrust. He shuddered, gritted his teeth, and fought back the growl of bliss that tore through him while he held her tightly to his chest, his jerking cock spewing his seed into her rippling pussy.

  Watching the naughty smile on her flushed face, he laid Megan back on the bed. She quickly threw the covers over her nakedness. Their eyes met in the pale moonlight. Her eyes glittered with erotic bliss and he knew her insatiable need couldn’t have withstood a postponement anymore than could his.

  He grinned. The look he gave her was of pure male sexual pride and satisfaction. He took the washcloth from the table where Megan always kept a pitcher and basin and wiped away the musky scent of their lovemaking before pulling on his buckskins.

  It was more beneficial to satisfy them both than wait until his hard-on subsided. He shook his head as he thought how the sight of his blind snake fighting in his buckskins probably would have frightened Shelby just as much, if not more than the rattler he killed at the picnic.

  “Okay, Shelby.” Dressed only in his buckskins, he lifted the small child with one arm and closed the door behind him. “Tell me ‘bout this dream.”

  “Yucky, Devin.” Her cherubic face crinkled as her short, stubby fingers trailed paths through his sweat-drenched skin. “You’re all sweaty.”

  “I was rushing for you.”

  A deep frown appeared on her small face. “What happened?” Shelby touched the deep red oval mark on his shoulder. “Did the snake bite you?” Her voice concerned.

  His gaze dropped to where she indicated. Caught up in the tight confines of Megan’s silken depths, it felt so good he hadn’t even realized she took a bite out of him while he filled her pulsating pussy with his release.

  He cleared his throat. Abruptly, he changed the subject, carrying Shelby back to her bedroom.

  Chapter 20

  From the way the situation unraveled days later, one would assume his plan went awry. At least this time, Devin didn’t have to fuck Rosalinda, just avail her like one waves a carrot in front of a stubborn donkey. Not that he would ever openly compare Megan to a donkey, but she sure as hell was as stubborn as a mule and feistier than a jackass.

  After they dropped the girls off at school, Megan was livid when Rosalinda boldly conveyed her designs with a telling wink. She charged ahead on her brown palomino. Devin deliberately let her believe she was getting away by not rushing after her.

  He let Deuce graze on a patch of grass outside and casually strolled through the open barn doors. “Haven’t you learned by now not to run from me?”

  “Next time you fancy a rendezvous with your flame, leave me out of it.” She yanked the heavy-duty saddle off her horse, and with considerable effort, shoved it on its stand. “I’ll not have you parading her in front of me.”

  Megan was hot. Each heated word indicated the trip was successful, a step closer to his eventual departure. No matter how many times he buried himself deep inside her supple, inviting passage, it was never enough to satisfy his craving. It left him wanting more, starved for the warmth of her breath mingling with his. Her taste. Her touch. The intoxicating inhalation of her subtle sweet rosy scent mixed with the tantalizing aroma of her desire. The feel of her tiny body shuddering beneath him as he brought her to completion time and time again.

  He thought long and hard for days and could come up with only one solution to ensure she and the girls would be safe after he was gone. A solution she would never agree to outright. He’d have to do some groundwork in advance. Then, with properly executed sexual coercion and extreme subtlety, he would succeed.

  The sooner the better.

  Her intense blaze of passion, the depth of her sensuality, her fiery spirit he could handle. The other raw emotion in her eyes filled his mind with turmoil at the sheer intensity. It overloaded his senses, forced emotions upon him he never knew he had.

  His only remaining kin were his two little half-sisters. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt them. If he stayed, it was a recipe for disaster. Kids and outlaws with vile reputations didn’t make for good stew. Sure, he told them bedtime stories, took them swimming, and carted them off to school, but Megan had been right from the beginning. Association with a bloodthirsty cutthroat, death on his tail…well, it was just a matter of time before his past caught up. When it did, those innocent girls had to be far away from him.

  He stood by her side looking down at her. Megan leaned back against the saddle, arms crossed so tight over her chest it was a wonder she could breathe. Her defiant chin pointed in the opposite direction. Did the woman never look in the mirror? She was unaware of her own beauty. He grew hard just looking at her.

  “You’ve forgotten our agreement. You’ll do as I say, or
else,” he warned sharply. She paid him no mind.

  A whirl of dust mounted when she twirled around. She glared at him through the brown haze and snapped viciously, “Do what you want with her, just not in front of me.”

  He captured her roughly by the upper arms. “If I want you to watch while I fuck her, you will. You seemed to enjoy that.”

  The fire in her eyes burned bright. If not restrained, he figured she would have tried slapping him by now. She squirmed to get free, and he held her firm, angering her even more.

  “Like hell I will. I’d gouge my own eyes before that’ll ever happen.” She stomped down on his moccasin-clad foot. From her expression, he could tell she grew even angrier when he didn’t flinch.

  “What if you joined us?” Her eyes suddenly widened, flickered in disbelief, taken aback by the illicit offer, but the gleam told him she was intrigued, aroused as well.

  “Would you like that? You, me, and another person fucking at the same time? Would you let them touch you? Our hands on your body, two mouths servicing you, pleasuring you. Think about it, Megan, two people focusing on you, making you hot, wet, screaming in need.”

  She shook her head in denial, her face flushed. “No, never.” Her breathless whisper held no weight of final authority.

  “Luckily for you, I don’t fancy Rosalinda,” he said truthfully, dropping the subject now that he planted the seed in the back on her mind. He held Megan by one arm. She squirmed and protested while he led her to an empty stall. He was confident the untamed passion she hadn’t yet learned to control overwhelmed her system, fueled her anger. “It’s you I want. Take off that dress and prepare to be punished.”

  Megan’s eyes flared even wider. She stood her ground, puffed her pert breasts in the air, arms rigid by her side. “I’ll do no such thing.”