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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  Devin let out a deep, raunchy chuckle. “If being a gentleman means missing out on sweet pussy like that, hell, you go right on being a helluva gentleman. I’d rather fuck her.”

  With a roar, Caleb charged toward Devin, lunged in the air. They both landed with a grunt.

  * * * *

  For a second time, Devin granted this man more than anyone prior, except perhaps Megan. That was the opportunity to actually hurt him, cause him physical harm.

  First, he backed away from a gunfight and let Caleb live. This time, he permitted Caleb to release the deep-rooted aggression he harbored since the day they met. The punches didn’t worry Devin none. Leaving his holster and knives on the small table in the bedroom, aware Pretty Boy didn’t carry a firearm, he didn’t expect his life to be in any real danger.

  He blocked most of the blows with his elbows and forearms. A few found their way to his face, but even that was tougher than leather and withstood the pain.

  Pretty Boy possessed muscle beneath that citified suit.

  There was some real effort delivered behind each powerful strike which Devin hadn’t fully expected, but found to his liking.

  It didn’t take too long for him to grow tired of being punched, kicked, jabbed, and prodded without returning a single blow in return.

  Devin grabbed hold of Caleb’s arms as the man started to jab a right, then a swift left. He twisted a leg over Caleb, immobilized the other man’s legs. It required most of his strength to regain the upper hand. With a short grunt of considerable effort, he straddled Caleb and held his arms out to the sides.

  “Is it out of your system so’s we can really talk now?” Devin’s grip tightened on Caleb’s arms as he continued to squirm and kick.

  “There’s nothing to discuss with the likes of you,” he bit back fiercely. With a sharp jerk forward, Caleb slammed his head into Devin’s, busting his bottom lip.

  “Shit, that hurt.” Devin licked the blood dribbling down his chin. “If you’re not careful, I might start to get mad.”

  “I’m past mad.” Caleb kicked his legs up, then brought them down quickly. Devin was more than amazed to find himself tossed off in the process. Jumping to his feet, Caleb stood, fists raised in a ready stance.

  Out of arms’ reach, Devin rolled to his feet, held up both hands as if in submission. Caleb wasn’t even winded, he noted. A damn good sign.

  “Dammit, I’m not here to fight you.” Devin moved his voice up an octave, took on an assertive tone.

  “Only fight with your weapons,” Caleb muttered angrily, swept a glance of disgust up and down his rival. “Shoot unarmed men, eh?”

  Devin couldn’t help but grin. The man had balls, proof he had made the right decision.

  “Now, I wouldn’t want to harm Megan’s future husband,” Devin admitted seriously as he watched the shock registering on Caleb’s face.

  Chapter 21

  “Why are we headed toward the river?” Megan asked out of innocent curiosity as Devin led the wagon down the path that led to river, away from the ranch.

  The thoughts running through his mind were anything but innocent.

  “Do you trust me, Megan?”

  “Seeing how you’re not a gentleman of your word, I don’t believe I do,” she replied teasingly, reminding him of the promise he made when they first met.

  Casting a sidelong look, his eyes narrowed. Mischief lit her eyes, mingled with the glaze of arousal. He was already hot and hard for her. He wanted her desperately. Despite the intense ache, the need to possess her, he was just going to have to learn to live without her, learn to ignore that ‘Take me—I’m yours’ look in her eyes. “If what you’re saying is true, then it’s time for me to move on.”

  “Damn you, Devin Spawn, yes. Yes, I trust you, and yes, I love you.” Her tone was heavy with exasperation. Hurt clouded her eyes.

  He looked away. “Simple yes or no would’ve done.” He hated when she tossed that four-letter word around so easily, while those “soap words” coming out of her pretty, dainty little mouth with ease pleased him greatly. He liked when she used debauched crude words, asking, begging for pleasure, demanding what she wanted with regularity.

  With his encouragement, suppressed urges were no longer, and moral pieties were liberated. She was now a woman with a very strong appetite for the pleasures of the flesh, including the most lewd and crude on the menu.

  Today was the day.

  He smothered a grin. “Then you’ll do as I say.”

  “Don’t I always?”

  “That’s my girl.” He gave her that half-grin she seemed to like, the one that made her lick her lips, lift her face toward his as she awaited his kiss. His control was slipping. If she responded the way he expected, then he wouldn’t deny her.

  “Am I your girl?” Her voice was a sweet whisper, and her hazel eyes glittered in the sun with expectation, delight, and something else that didn’t suit him.

  He hesitated, and apparently, that didn’t sit well with her. The curl of her smile faded.

  “Depends,” he finally responded in a dry voice as her gaze fell to a far away destination beyond the grasslands. “You wearing the dildo like I asked?”

  For over a week, she had been following his instructions, preparing herself for him. She’d used the assortment of dildos he surprised her with one day. They ranged from small to large, but even the largest was nowhere near his size.

  He instructed her to insert one every morning after he took the girls to school and leave it inside her ass until he was ready to take it out. As of yesterday, she’d worked her way up to the largest and trained her anal muscles to tighten around the device to keep it in place for hours.

  Going about her business with her anus filled throughout the day drove her insane with desire. It heightened her awareness, sensitivity to touch, and every little movement of her body became so much more, a tortuous pleasure all its own. The dildo strengthened both her vaginal and anal muscles to such a degree that she could sit on him and milk his cock just by moving her inner muscles. He wouldn’t have to do a thing—but then, his control always got the better of him, and he’d flip her over and go at it.

  It was the same as when he’d bend her over wherever he found her and fuck her with the dildos. In the barn, the garden, kitchen counter, leaning against the hen house, up against the horse corral—it didn’t matter where. He’d lift her skirt and have his wicked way with her. Never bringing her to climax until their morning chores were done, and they had the rest of the afternoon for a long, delicious fuck fest.

  He’d taught her patience, a slow, drawn-out buildup, which amassed a heated, deliciously intense, mind-blowing climax that was worth the wait.

  In a constant state of arousal, her every feminine nerve ending came to lascivious, decadent life. He knew her body had hummed, tingled all morning, anticipating what was coming. How intense her orgasms would be when he finally plunged his cock in her aching pussy and buried his fingers in the place considered taboo.

  “The ride to school and back has been like sitting on your fingers the entire time. I can’t take much more. I’m aching for you to fill me up. Why can’t we go home?” Her voice was a desperate invitation for sex.

  His cock throbbed, hardened into a painful ache at the image flashing before him. He couldn’t wait to get to the river. Joggling the reins, he urged the horse into a speedier gait.

  “Patience, Megan. You’ll get a lot more. Today, every last painful, disappointing memory from your past will be erased. Any guilt or shame you were made to feel as a child for your God-given desires will be set free. No more hurting, Megan. Today, you start to feel alive again.”

  This from a man who never uttered those three letters—G-O-D. Damn, what was happening to him?

  “Being with you makes me feel alive for the first time. I don’t know what you’re planning, but you’re all that I need. Oh, Devin, I’m so hot and wet right now. You can take me right here on the road. I don’t care who sees.”


  Casting her a quick glance, his steel-hard cock jerked in response to her impassioned proposal. Her body was shivering, no doubt consumed with desire.

  Today was definitely the day.

  “Since I returned, I’ve been nothing but honest with you,” he ventured softly, painfully aware of the significance of his intent. He knew she harbored no suspicions. “While I’m here, I’m yours. Rest assured, I’ll do whatever is necessary to keep you safe, even after I’m gone. On that, you have my word as a man...”

  …who cares for you. He sighed, unable to utter those last few words. If he truly cared, would he be able to follow through on what was about to take place?

  He turned his eyes forward, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her, to see the disappointment shadowing her eyes at the reminder of his eventual departure.

  She wanted something from him. Something he couldn’t give her.

  His love. A home. Family. Safety. Security. An honest future. And all the damned hopes and dreams that went along with it. Everything he knew nothing about. What his kind wasn’t entitled to. Didn’t deserve.

  The past was a wretched dark cloud. No presidential pardon was ever going to change that. The present was a fading existence, and his future he relived many times over at the end of double barrels through the men that fell at his feet. Three years ago, growing weary of commanding a bunch of worthless men, the carnage and injustice, he had climbed on Deuce and rode off. He’d lived in the vastness of the wilds, alone, far away from civilization, decent folk. Society didn’t want his kind around, and he sympathized.

  In cold blood, he had murdered sons, husbands, and fathers, robbed trains and stagecoaches, stolen horses and cattle. He’d burned homes and more. That was all he knew how to do, and he was damned good at it. The best. No remorse. No apologies. No excuses.

  Death and destruction were part of his life.

  It was in his blood. He could taste it. Feel it seeping through his veins from birth. A sinister need so corrupt and debauched, it deadened him until he was a hollow shell of a man on the inside.

  Only a man with no heart could do what he was about to do.

  * * * *

  Megan’s inquiry was met simply with “a surprise” as Devin led her to a secluded area not far from the river. Nestled into an alcove in the mountains, the only way to get to it was through a dense thicket of trees and overgrowth. The gentle sound of water rustling nearby, birds chirping a sweet melody, and the bristling of leaves in the slight breeze gave her a sense of calm security. However, the crackling of dry leaves heaped under their feet alluded to extreme privacy, an illicit rendezvous. The sunlight labored through the impenetrable canopy of branches. It provided a shadowy light, reminiscent of dusk, an ambiance of allure that tantalized her arousal.

  Panic-stricken, she stopped in her tracks when she saw a noose dangling from a solid branch with a blanket spread out underneath. Her pulse raced. She looked up at him and asked nervously, “What’s this, Devin?”

  “Trust me, Megan.” His voice was low, rumbled with intensity. “You know I’ll never harm you. Do this for me.” He placed a hand to the small of her back, tried to coax her forward.

  Not that she was completely frightened. More like cautious, considering they were in the woods. Anyone could happen upon them. She didn’t budge, wondered why since the hot throb of anticipation, submission, being dominated was building in her body.

  “I know you better than you know yourself,” he whispered, leaning down slightly, his breath heating her throat as she felt him move behind her. “I know what you need.” Her body trembled as his hand moved over her hip to her mound. “What you crave.” His fingers eased between her thighs, pushed into her burning cunt as far as the fabric allowed.

  “Let me show you how to awaken those wanton desires.” Her breathing rose as she parted her thighs slightly. His fingers stroking her soaked flesh, drenching the material as her body burned. “Satisfy every decadent urge you’ve kept buried so long.” His other hand dipped below her neckline. “Make you scream out in pleasure so intense, it borders on pain.”

  She gasped and whimpered when he pinched one hard nipple, then the other. The thought of being restrained, fucking out in the open, aroused her, sent a gush of hot liquid between her thighs seeping through the material as both hands continued to probe, caress and stroke the flames of red-hot desire.

  “Today, you’re going to be fucked like never before.” He pressed into her, letting her feel the heat of his erection against the curve of her back. She shimmied against him, moaning with pleasure. “In ways you never imagined.”

  They both knew if he wanted, he could tie her up without her approval. They weren’t back at the ranch, and what he intended—exhibitionism and bondage—fed her newly uninhibited sexual need like never before. It had her body pulsating with lust, arousal so intense, her pussy hadn’t stopped throbbing.

  “Remove your dress.” His voice was rough.

  She practically pulled the buttons off her dress. Her chest was beating wildly. She felt his hand beneath the bodice as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.

  Megan heard his deep groan, felt his cock jerk in his buckskins as she slid the dress off her shoulders. She looked down. Tanned, long fingers continued to caress the stiff bud as her dress caught on the hand between her thighs before he pulled his hand away. The dress fell to the ground in a brown muslin puddle.

  A second later, he thrust two fingers deep inside her. She shrieked in pleasure, twisting and pushing against him. She needed him there by any means. He ground his hand into her cunt until she was on her tiptoes, panting with desperation.

  “Come on, Megan,” he growled as his fingers worked inside her pussy, gripping greedily. He eased her backward.

  Feeling with her feet, she moved back until her toes were on the top arch of his moccasin clad feet, and her heels rested above his ankles. He held her in place as she wiggled her hips, and he pressed the bulk of his erection into the crevice of her rear.

  “That’s it, baby,” he growled, his breath hot against her shoulder as his fingers moved inside her, and his thumb raked over her clit. His cock thrust against her from behind, harder and deeper as he drove her higher and higher while his other fingers teased, pinched, and pulled her aching nipple. “Come, Megan. Give it to me. Let me feel your pussy squeeze my fingers.”

  Hot, intense sensations invaded her body from both sides. She was panting, trembling, dying in his arms with need as the fiery flames built. She fought for breath as she threw her hands up and around his neck, holding on for dear life as she cried out. Her body tightened and her pussy started to spasm as the pleasure washed over her.

  “That’s my girl. Come for me. Let me have that sweet cream,” he moaned, grinding his cock into her ass and thrusting his fingers deeper into her convulsing depths.

  She felt the creamy release leave her body as she melted into the strength of thrusts.

  “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it. Shit, Megan,” he growled. “Why do you have to be so damned beautiful?” Grinding his aching cock into her back, he eased her back to earth. Both hands moved, and his splayed fingers spanned her entire waist.

  “That’s a bad thing?” she murmured softly, her body still humming as she leaned back into his erection, hot and hard beneath his buckskins.

  “Hell, yes. I can’t resist you.”

  She gave a throaty chuckle as he playfully spanked her on the derriere.

  “Come here,” he rasped through gritted teeth, leading her by the hand to where the short rope hung from a heavy, low tree limb of a large oak tree. The canopy was just high enough to sustain Devin’s height, crowded enough for a morning of steaming hot, wild, reckless sex in seclusion.

  “Devin, what if someone comes?” she gasped with a nervous excitement. Her heart felt ready to burst as she padded across the cool, crisp leaves without a stitch on, glancing through the thicket of trees.

  He drew her hands overhead and tightened the noos
e around her wrists.

  “I’ll shoot all uninvited guests.” His voice was quiet, deliberate as he his gaze met hers.

  Staring up at him, she couldn’t help the drawn-out sigh of longing that escaped. Potent, raw sexuality filled his expression. Hard-core determination emanated from his powerful frame. He was too damned sexy for words. Her poor body didn’t stand a chance against all that muscled male virility. It ached for him. She was already soaked, prepared for whatever he pleased.

  “Watch me, Megan,” he ordered softly as he unbuttoned his shirt, directing her eyes to his burly chest. She licked her lips as he pulled it from the waistband. His tight nipples were hard, centered on well-defined pecs that heaved with each ragged breath. She ached to touch them, to feel them, suck them into her mouth. He tossed the shirt into the vicinity of where her discarded dress was bunched on the cool earth. “I know how much you like to watch.”

  She did.

  He was an especially well-built specimen of pure unadulterated male sensuality at its absolute finest. She was unable to pull her eyes away from each rippling muscle in his arms, shoulders, and along his back as he bent over and pulled off one moccasin, then the next and added them to the growing pile of clothes.

  “See what you do to me?”

  Her gaze roamed upward as he stood to his full, formidable height, big hands on his hips, feet planted wide apart. She took it all in. He was naked from the waist up. Her restrained hands ached to touch his bronzed flesh. She felt a flutter deep in her stomach. Her gaze traveled downward. Her lips parted in an enthusiastic gasp of delight.

  “Damn, Megan, you make me so hard, I lose control.” His hands worked the buckle on his double holster. Her attention riveted to the bulge straining beneath his buckskins. The material was so softened from continued wear, the engorged head was clearly outlined, the thick length reaching up his belly. She swallowed hard as his cock jerked in response to her gaze. She wanted him in her mouth, buried deep in her pussy, thrusting inside her, knowing the pleasure he could give her. He dropped his holster and the long-bladed Bowie knife sheathed behind his right six-shooter off to the side, within easy reach. “Are you as ready as I am?”