“I want you,” he whispered, as his tongue stroked along the curve of her neck and his hand caressed her shoulder, slipping round to caress her breast and tease the tip straining the fabric. His other hand undid the bottoms of her blouse. He felt her trembling. The swollen mounds of her breast heaved with each rasp of breath as the buttons came undone one by one. She called his name on a soft moan.
Brushing the cotton material aside, he watched the sensual glimmer deepen in her eyes as he trailed soft kisses from the swell of one breast to the other. He cupped the perfectly firm mounds with both hands and smiled when she arched toward him.
“Caleb,” she panted as he licked a wet path down the cleft, his thumbs raking over the hard, pink tips. His mouth captured the right, then the left pointed bud in his mouth. He suckled them until she gasped. Her fingers clenched in his hair, drawing him harder on her breast.
He groaned, aflame with lust as he felt her hips swaying against him. He knew her resistance was vanishing and was fighting to control his own. He was overcome with his need to love her, To show her the tenderness, heavenly surrender he longed to bestow. He gently lowered her against the rounded arm of the couch. She was so trusting, lush and innocent, hot and sweet as she stretched out on the cushions. The need, desire, the desperation was so great, he could barely breathe.
His hand dropped to capture the hem of her skirt and raised it bit by bit. His fingers skimmed over her legs as he crushed the voluminous calico over her hips. On their own volition, her legs parted as he glided his palm over her hip and slid his hand between her thighs. Impatiently, she arched her hips off the sofa to meet his probing fingers as they stroked the slick crease and moved through the thick cream gathered at the tiny entrance to her vagina. His mouth watered, caressing the enticing flesh leisurely as she wiggled, sighed and moaned seductively.
Megan panted his name and bucked against his hand as he slowly pushed his way into the tight, hot flesh between her thighs. “Oh, yes,” she gasped, shuddering, arching in enjoyment.
Dear Lord, he didn’t know if could survive another moment without taking her. Her pussy was so hot, so wet and ready for him. He clenched his fingers greedily as he stroked her slow and easy. The look in her dazed eyes was utter lust, carnal heat staring back at him. She was so lost in her own pleasure, her skin flushing as she gasped for breath, her breasts rising and falling in his grasp.
“Oh, Megan, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, wrenched with arousal as he kissed, nibbled with his teeth and licked his way to her other breast. He dropped to his knees between her thighs.
Rolling the tight nipple between his lips, he shifted her leg along the back cushion of the sofa, allowing the other to remain on the floor. He leaned back just enough to devour the wanton site with his gaze for a breathless moment. Her blouse open, pale breasts reddened from his kisses, her eyes dark with desire was purely hypnotic. Her skirt gathered around her waist and her legs parted wide, spreading the glistening vaginal lips. He was bursting to possess her, his intense need escalated to nothing short of a painful suffering, total agony.
She called his name as he added a third finger to the heated passage. Her muscles gripped him erotically. He moved slowly within her, building her arousal by minute degrees, prolonging the moment. Guiding her hand to her breast, he persuaded in a deep, rough voice that spoke of his own lusty desperation. “Touch your breasts.”
The passion in his darkening eyes equaled hers as Megan did as he asked. Bringing one hand tentatively, then the other hand to her breasts, she kneaded the perfectly rounded mounds of pale flesh, pinching and pulling the hard peaks toward him as she licked her lips as if anxious to have him take them in his mouth. Too breathless to speak, she offered herself to him, and he yielded, his teeth gently rasping at the tender flesh, making her shudder with carnal enjoyment.
“Come for me, Megan,” he ordered, as the throbbing, agonizing ache in his cock threatened his senses and all rationale. He struggled to control the breath heaving from his chest. He couldn’t resist the sight of his fingers crowding the pink, glistening folds of her sweet pussy. The soft moistness, the fiery heat surrounded him as the tiny hole opened and closed when he moved in and out. She lay there in complete submission, breathy moans rising from her throat as he brought her pleasure.
“I want to see you come just for me,” he growled. Stroking his thumb over her clit, he pushed in deeper and faster into her wetness, a never-ending rhythm. “To know what it would be like, loving you. Just the two of us.”
“Caleb,” she cried as he stroked faster. Her hips thrust against his hand.
He felt her slick, inner muscles tighten around his impalement. He watched as she closed her eyes. Her head rolled against the padded arm as he felt the first convulsion ripple through her body.
“That’s it, my love. Come for me.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her as her body continued to shudder on the thick cushions as each spasm gripped his fingers, sending a sea of her sweet honey over his hand. “Just for me.”
“Caleb, Caleb,” she panted over and over again, and he couldn’t help but feel a gratifying sense of triumph. As she basked in her pleasure, his fingers still buried within the heat of her tiny, hot body, he was bursting to possess her. He deliberately held back, a testament to placing her needs before his. He was willing to forever put her desires before his.
He devoured her dripping pussy. She cried out as he licked the juices from the quivering folds tightening around his fingers. His mouth came down hard, sucked the tender knot of nerves with unending pressure. His fingers thrust, filled her cunt so fast and deep, she twisted and bucked beneath him.
She captured his head between her thighs and wrapped her ankles around his back. Her fingers clenched in his hair. His other hand cupped her breast. His fingers caressed the swollen globe and nipple. He felt her back arch, her body tighten as she called out. He gazed up as she tossed her head, screaming his name when the climatic sensations fired through her body once more.
Immersed in the aftermath of her orgasm, she lay back on the sofa. Her eyes were closed and her lips gently parted. He could see the lingering sensations still rippling through her body as he kept his gaze on her while he unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down his hips.
He rose over her and positioned himself between her thighs. He was unable to control the harsh groan rumbling from deep in his throat as he stroked the head of his cock over her sweat-soaked flesh, splayed so prominently in front of him. He didn’t even try to stop the heated growl as he pushed the swollen tip into the tight slit of her hot little cunt.
Her eyes darted open, and she glared at him in shock. “Wait, Caleb.”
He stilled, confused by her reaction, worried he may have hurt her.
She dropped her legs to the floor and sat up and quickly.
He stared at her, his palms resting on her thighs, very much aware of the pinch of her heated muscles searing the flesh lodged at the entrance of her body. “What’s wrong?”
“I…we can’t.” She moved back on the couch, closing her thighs as their bodies separated. She looked frantic, as though she wanted to escape him, as if he was about to do something evil, vile to her person. It damned near destroyed him.
Outraged, he stood up, yanked his trousers up, annoyed, frustrated, and surprised by her rejection.
“Don’t be cross with me,” she pleaded and rose off the sofa. As he turned from her, she grabbed him by the belt.
He didn’t know where he was going, but he sure as hell couldn’t stay there. He didn’t want to look at her.
“I need more time,” she whispered tenderly.
He felt her palm on his cheek as she urged him to look at her. Her voice was a cry for understanding. The sadness cut through him like a knife. He stared up at the ceiling, his chest clenching in bitterness. How long did she expect him to wait? He was a man, not a book gathering dust on the shelf until someone found interest in strumming through the pages.
“Please, C
aleb.”
He shook his head, unable to speak. Afraid of what would come out of his mouth if he dared. He felt her move and release her hands from his body as he made a move to walk away.
“Caleb,” she called out. The tenderness in her voice made him stop.
“Please look at me,” she whispered.
When he turned, his jaw dropped. His heart slammed into his feet as the blood rushed to his cock. She was naked, her clothes lying at her feet. He watched in stunned silence, mesmerized, as she stepped out of the calico puddle and her shoes and crossed the small distance between them. He swallowed tightly, staring at the wicked gleam in her eye, the raw intent blazing up at him.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, lowered his unbuttoned trousers around his ankles. He could only stare down at her. His breath caught in his throat as the blood pumped hard and fast through his system. The flesh between his thighs throbbed and ached like never before.
“Anything else but that,” she murmured, licking her lips so seductively, he wanted to come right then and there. She was too sexy for her own good. He felt his cock jerk violently as her small hands wrapped around him.
A harsh groan raked through his throat as he felt the heat of her tongue swirl over the head, just before her mouth enveloped him within her moist cavern.
“Oh, God! Yes, Megan.” His fingers coiled in her hair as the entire length of his cock disappeared between her taut lips.
* * * *
“You told Running Bull you stay two moons, three moons. Why we leave early?” Rising Sun asked, propping on an elbow on his side, stretched out on woven leather skins. Devin was keenly aware the other man watched him out of curiosity as he lay on his blanket, with his head resting on his saddle. He stared blankly at the stars glimmering in the night sky.
He’d informed Running Bull he intended to spend time with them, To stay for the next buffalo hunt and celebrate afterwards. When he up and decided to leave one morning, Running Bull asked no questions, to his relief. After all, his visits were seldom long. But this visit was different.
“Good thing we’ve been practicing. Your English is getting better.”
“We always speak English when you stay at camp. Now want answer question,” pressed Rising Sun.
Devin didn’t like being watched, and he sure as hell didn’t like being questioned. He felt the tense set of his jaw, his mouth turn grim and a stiffness of his entire bearing. Rising Sun was Running Bull’s nephew. Devin himself had always treated the boy with the respect deserving of his close relationship to the chief. In a way, Devin always held a special kinship for him. Since there weren’t very many blue-eyed warriors running around camp, he’d taken the child under his personal wing long ago. What the Comanche’s didn’t teach him, Devin did. He held his temper.
“There are some things a man doesn’t want to discuss,” he said simply.
When he’d left the ranch three weeks ago, he meant to stay away at least two months, perhaps more, to prove to himself his unexplained feelings for Megan were based purely on proximity. She was the only woman he ever spent any length of time with, other than to satisfy his carnal urges. Even then, it was never longer than a few days at the most. He thought out of sight meant out of his mind, then out of his system.
Unfortunately, it was the exact opposite. Once he left, he could think of nothing else. He wished it had been Caleb making love to her. At least it would have been understandable, explainable. Lust was easier to deal with. Watching another man pleasure her added an erotic thrill he hadn’t expected. He shared plenty of whores in his time. None of that compared. Didn’t even come close.
Her surrender and her complete submission to his desires were instinctive. It excited the hell out of him. Not because he liked to take charge, but because she accepted his demands out of love. Out of her love for him, she obeyed willingly. Cold-hearted bastard that he was, he used her emotions against her and turned her toward another.
No, instead of thinking of her sweet, little body in the throes of ecstasy, he thought of her in general. How her hazel eyes would light up whenever he walked into a room. The sound of her laughter, her smooth skin with the lingering fragrance of roses. The smile ready on her lips and the way her dimples creased her cheeks. What really got him, churned his insides until he lost his appetite, drove him insane, made him want to lose himself in the midst of the any willing woman, was his reaction to her. Everything—the air, the surroundings, the sun, even the damn flowers in her garden—everything would seem to glow brighter whenever she walked by.
As if that wasn’t enough on his mind, he worried constantly if she and the girls were safe. When he returned, would he find her and Caleb in their marital bed, leaving him to sleep alone and share only stolen moments with her?
The thought turned his blood cold. It was for the best, but that didn’t mean he had to like the solution. Even if it was his idea, It was the only way to keep her safe in the long run. Caleb was the settling down type. In Devin’s line of work, someone always had a beef with him. If it was known he had a family, they’d be targets for damn sure. He wasn’t worried about himself. A family was different. There would never have a peaceful moment again.
Caleb had to marry her, plain and simple. And he was just going to have to learn to live with the idea she was another man’s wife. That is, after he went back and gave her a proper goodbye.
One last time, he consoled himself.
“Tell me of her.” Rising Sun sat up and wrapped his blanket around his shoulders, blocking out the cool night breeze drifting through the New Mexico Mountains.
Devin’s brows rose at Rising Sun’s question. There were so many ways to answer that question, most of which were pretty darn intimate. Playing it safe, he offered, “What do you wanna know?”
“What she look like?”
“An angel.”
Rising Sun laughed heartily. “Crazy Buffalo Hunter seen angel before?”
Devin grinned, then broke into the chuckle he couldn’t hold back a moment longer. “Can’t say I ever have, but if I did, I’m purty sure it’ll be the spitting image of Megan.”
“Me-gan,” the tall, muscular Comanche said slowly, pronouncing each syllable correctly.
“How ‘bout we start using your name, Trevor?”
“Tre-vor,” he repeated slowly. Jumping to his feet, he strode around the camp fire. Chest puffed out, repeating his name out loud. His waist-length hair, blackened with colored wax and braided with beads, blew in the air.
“First thing we need to do when we get into town is buy you some britches. Get rid of that thing.” Devin gestured to his loin cloth.
Rising Sun stopped and turned toward Devin as he lifted the square strip of hide covering his groin. “What wrong with it?”
Devin rolled his eyes as the other man exposed the only part of his body that had been covered. “For one thing—” Devin averted his gaze. Staring at the crackling flames a few feet away, Devin informed him of the impending drawback of meeting his sister. “There are little girls back home. You can’t show off your man parts any time you feel like it. White people are funny that way.
“You no care at camp. We all take bath in river—men, women and children. We bang, bang, others see.” He shrugged his shoulders flippantly, as if walking around practically nude and having sex in a room full of people were normal.
Devin grinned, cognizant of the customs Trevor had grown up with. “Yeah, but when I’m living amongst my own kind, I wear my buckskins. You’ll need to do the same.”
“Me no like.”
“You’re a grown man. It’s your choice to stay or not. Meet her, then make up your mind. After all these years, she still thinks about you.”
“No remember her.”
Devin reached over to his saddlebags next to his rifle and pulled out a little red slipper. Sitting it atop his palm, he held out his arm. “Small enough to fit this thing. I doubt you’d remember.”
“How you know from that we sh
are blood?” Squinting his eyes, he jerked his chin at Devin’s outstretched arm.
Tossing the slipper in the air, Devin caught it in his grasp and put it away. “Not too many Comanche are sporting pale blue eyes. I kinda figured there was a story behind it. Running Bull told me long ago how he saved you from a raiding party. Back then, your head was covered in blond hair so pale, it looked like the sun was shining off of you. Thus the name Rising Sun. He gave you to his sister after her husband and son were killed.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I just happened to remember his story sounded a lot like hers, that’s all. I’m grateful to you for agreeing to come with me,” Devin confessed, stretching out once more on his blanket, his tone revealing none of the deeper emotions he felt as he thought how fate worked.
If not for the color of his hair, Trevor’s life would have ended at six. Comanches worshipped the sun. All it took was one look, and Running Bull believed the sun spirit sent him for his sister. He saved the boy instead of taking revenge for the death of his brother-in-law, nephew, and several others needlessly killed by white soldiers as they slept. All for the sake of their land.
“Running Bull your blood brother. I know you long time. I do it for you.”
“Whatever the reason, thanks. We’ll be there in a few days. After you meet your sister, you’ll be thanking me.”
* * * *
“Barkeep,” growled Rico, waving his empty glass in the air.
“So what you think? We rob this here bank?” Chewy spit a wad of snuff on the saloon floor.
The bartender looked angry as he eyed the mess as he made his way to their table with a tray of beer mugs.
“Town looks quiet,” Pablo added in a Mexican accent. “The sheriff, he snoring when I passed his winda.”
“We need cash since that Spawn fella messed us over.” Big Louie took a long swig of the beer the bartender had just placed in front of him.
The five men stopped talking for a moment as the bartender placed filled mugs in front of them.
Rico waited until the bartender was no longer within listening distance before he grumbled, “Yeah, I told you the bastard was in on it.”
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