Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  “And what’s that got to do with me? Don’t tell me you want me at the wedding!” He laughs and I feel myself getting angry. I wonder if this is why Jim never talked about him.

  “No, we don’t.” I say flatly. “But I want you to go to jail.” I say. “Jim is in jail for the bank robberies you committed. My father, he’s the sheriff and he thinks that Jim is a no good bank robber.”

  “Hmph, well that is a little bit of a predicament isn’t it?” He says, reaching up and picking at his teeth.

  “I’d say it’s more than a predicament. As long as he’s in jail he can’t provide for me or our son.” John doesn’t seem fazed by anything that I’m saying. I try a new approach. “He’s tried telling them that it wasn’t him, that it was you.”

  “And?” He smirks at me.

  “And no one but me believed him.” I’m getting nowhere.

  “Well, that’s a shame.” He says standing up from the table and jerking his head from side to side. The loud cracking noise from his neck is sickening.

  “Where are you going?” I ask.

  “I think we’re done here.” He says, as he begins walking back to the main saloon hall.

  “Wait!” I plead. He turns around and looks at me.

  “What?” He snarls.

  “What will it take? What will it take for you to turn yourself in so Jim and I can take care of our family?” I can’t help but beg. He shakes his head and turns away. “I’ll do anything, John.” He pauses and then walks back to the table. He leans over me and I smell the cigarette smoke on his breath.

  “Anything?” He asks, his voice growling and low. I nod my head.

  “Anything.”

  Chapter 7

  John slams the door of the room shut behind us. As he walks forward, each step he takes pushes me backward until the side of the bed hits the back of my knees. My heart is racing and I can hear the blood thundering through my ears. He looks so much like Jim as he comes towards me.

  “Take it all off.” He says roughly, stopping just inches from me. My hands still shaking, I unlace the top of my blouse and pull it up over my head. His eyes fixate on the pointed white bra covering my breasts. I hear his breathing coming loudly. “Faster!” He says. And I reach behind me and unhook my brassiere. As I slide it over my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, John moves in.

  His huge hands grasp my breasts, squeezing them hard and pinching my large round nipples. When a small bead of milk appears on my nipple he looks at me hungrily before leaning down and licking it.

  “Mmm.” He grunts. Then he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my skirt. Quickly he pulls it down along with my underthings and then, there I am. I stand before him, naked. He stands across from me, staring. His tongue slides from between his lips, running over their plump pinkness. Then he reaches down and pulls off his shirt. I can’t help but notice that even the small patch of hair on his chest is identical to Jim’s. My body reacts. I want him. I want him to touch me. I want him inside me like Jim had been on his bed during our first time together.

  As John stands before me wearing just his britches, I get down on my knees. I can hear his steady breathing as I unbutton his fly. My thick fingers reach inside, grabbing for his fullness. This time I hear him gasp. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and ease him out in front of me. I feel his eyes on me as I hold his cock in my hand. I lean closer. Close enough to touch him with my mouth. I stick out my tongue slightly and slide it over the tip of his cock.

  “Ah!” He jerks back at the touch. Then sucking in a long gasping breath, he thrusts forward, sliding his cock between my lips. My mouth feels so full with him inside it and I automatically begin to suck. He starts to moan, a deep and satisfying moan and it spurs me on to suck him more. He tastes so salty and sweet in my mouth. I feel his hands going to the back of my head, pushing me gently forward. I feel him hit the back of my throat and I pull back, but he thrusts forward with another grunt. The game continues until he pulls back. “STOP!”

  I look up at him from the floor.

  “Get up.” I do as he asks. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.” I have never done anything like this with Jim before. I do as he asks. I had, after all, agreed to do anything it takes to get Jim freed. I feel strange with my big breasts hanging down underneath me and my buttocks in the air.

  I feel the bed dip as John gets on. He straddles my legs and I feel him close behind me. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a hard slap across my buttocks. I squeal.

  “Ow!” I say. He lets out a loud sigh of relief. The stinging sensation spreads over my buttock. Seconds later, his hand strikes my buttock again, only this time the sensation not only hurt, but it also felt exciting. “Ah!” I gasp. His hands grab handfuls of my buttock flesh. He molds my skin with his hands, pressing upward and forcing my buttocks apart.

  “Mmm.” He hums from behind me. Then there is silence and stillness. I wait. His hands readjust on my buttocks, holding them apart. I feel his cock pushing against my opening. That glorious wetness is there again and it eases his length deep inside me effortlessly. “Ah!” He says, as he reaches his hilt. He has me filled both wide and deep and I can barely move as the pleasure within begins to take over. “Do you like it?” John asks.

  “Uh huh…” Is all I can say. He pulls backwards until his cock almost slips out and then he thrusts forward hard. My breasts jolt in front of me and my wetness gets tighter around him. “Ohhhh!” I coo. I can’t believe that I’ve never done this with Jim!

  John lets go of my buttocks and leans over my back. His hands cup underneath me, each one teasing one of my nipples as he is buried inside me completely. Then as he jerks in short sharp thrusts, his fingers pinch my nipples. My breast milk dribbles over his fingers as he pulls me to him.

  “AH!” He slides his hands down to my waist and begins thrusting faster. As he does, I feel his warm skin slapping against mine. My fingers grip the blanket on the bed and my back begins to arch.

  “Oohh!” I cry out and he starts to thrust faster, his deep strokes hitting the very best parts of me. Then I feel it coming. My ecstasy. He must feel it too because his hands pull me close to him and then his short strokes lift me to my pleasure. My body stiffens against him and seconds later I hear my own voice crying out. “Oh yes! Oh God, yes!”

  “Ungh!” he replies, as his body stiffens against mine. My muscles stroking him to his own climax. His fingers grip me harder, almost certainly leaving bruises. “Ungh!” He thrusts again. I feel his warm liquid spilling in to me. Again and again he jerks inside me, until he has nothing left to give.

  For a moment we both still, him on his knees and me on mine. The only sound in the room is our fast paced breath. I unfurl my fingers from the bedclothes and slowly lean forward. John pulls back. Finally, he eases his grip on my sides and I feel a rush of relief. He collapses on to the bed beside me and in this moment I can’t help but see just how much he looks like Jim. I smile at him softly and for the first time, he smiles back at me without malice.

  Chapter 8

  “We should leave soon.” I say as John picks up another pint of beer and begins to chug it. He eyes me over the top of his glass. His tenderness hadn’t lasted long, and yet I couldn’t help but love him. He was, after all, the other half of my future husband. If there were a way to save them both I would. But even were I to come up with a harebrained scheme my father would never fall for it. So I must settle for trading one brother for the other.

  “We will leave when I’m ready to go.” He says gruffly, slamming the empty pint glass on the table. The rest of the saloon turns and looks at us and then realizing it’s John making the noise, they quickly look away. John takes a deep breath and pushes his chair back from the table. Shifting his gaze to one of the men at the poker table, he opens his mouth.

  “Shorty, you put this with the rest of the stash. I’ll be back for it.” Then he turns his gaze to everyone else at the table. “And if I find a single penny missing, I will hunt you all down l
ike dogs!” They all nod hurriedly. John turns to me and nods. “Let’s go.”

  I let John take the lead, sitting behind him I wrap my arms around his waist. The rhythm of the horse rocks me against him and I’m reminded of our indiscretion.

  “John?” I try to take my mind off what I have done.

  “Mmm?” He answers in a gruff voice.

  “Why did you agree?” I ask.

  “I’ve always wanted to bang a sheriff’s daughter.” He laughs. I feel the color rising in my cheeks. I’ve only ever heard that word once before, but at least then I had no personal knowledge of what it meant.

  “Oh.” I had somehow fooled myself in to believing that there was a heroic reason behind his choice. That perhaps he had wanted to make love to me as his last act before going to jail where he would almost certainly die for his crimes. I had wanted to believe that somewhere inside John there was a good man. But most of all, I wanted to believe that I hadn’t just been a notch in his bedpost. I regret ever offering myself to him now, to know that all I was, was a piece of meat to him. But then, without such sacrifice Jim would surely hang.

  The ride back home seemed to last forever. At the half way point, I was sure that we were going in the wrong direction.

  “John?” I asked.

  “Hmm?” He said.

  “Why are you turning yourself in?” I hear him laugh. “What’s so funny?”

  “You. You ask too many questions. You as why I’m turning myself in. Why does it matter? If I’m doing it, why does it matter why? You get what you wanted, don’t you?” He asks derisively. I nod my head silently.

  “I was just…wondering, I suppose.” I loosen my grip around his waist, barely wanting to touch him at all now. How can he be so detached? It’s almost as though he’s not even human.

  “Wonderin’ about things never gets you anywhere.” He says.

  It’s already dark as the town appears over the horizon. I can make out the bright lights still on in Main Street. I point out ahead.

  “It’s just up there. That’s Main Street. At the end of the street, that’s where the jail is. That’s where Jim is.” I say. John nods his head.

  Chapter 9

  “Sheriff!” John brings our horse to a halt outside the jail. “Sheriff, I’m callin’ you out!”

  I want to get down from the horse, to run for cover, but I daren’t. I remain seated behind John, my hands still wrapped loosely around his waist.

  “Sheriff, do ya hear me?” John shouts again. This time I hear footsteps coming to the door of the jail. I peek around John’s broad shoulders and catch a glimpse of my father’s boots.

  “Who’s callin’ me out?” He shouts back.

  “Well you better come on out and see, I reckon’!” John says.

  My father pushes open the door and steps out on to the front step of the jail. When he sees me on the horse along with a man who looks just like Jim, his face turns pale.

  “Father! I found Jim’s brother!” I shout triumphantly. But my father’s face remains pale and drawn and then I notice it. John is holding a revolver in his hand. It’s pointed straight at my father.

  “Now, sheriff…you’re gonna let my brother go ‘cause he didn’t do any bank robbin’. Do you understand me?” John pulls back the hammer and squints one eye as he aims the revolver at my father. My father stares at me and I can feel him willing me to get off the horse, to save myself. But I can’t. I can’t move. My legs are frozen with fear and I couldn’t even throw myself from the horse if I tried.

  “You let my daughter down off that horse first.” My father demands. John cocks his head.

  “It doesn’t seem like you’re in any place to be making demands, sheriff.” John says. “You let my brother go and then we’ll talk about your daughter here.” I watch my father nod his head submissively and step back in to the jail. Moments later he reappears with Jim who is staring at the whole scene in disbelief.

  “Here’s your brother. He’s free to go when you release my daughter.” My father is holding Jim’s hands behind his back. Keeping him there. For a second I can’t help but wonder, if it came to me or John, which one of us would Jim choose?

  “Get off the horse.” John says to me without turning around. I release my shaking hands from around his waist. I try gracefully to slide off the massive creature, but fall slightly sideways and land in a pool on the floor. Jim pulls free from my father’s grasp and runs to my side.

  “Sara-May! Are you alright?!” He lifts me to my feet and taking my face in his hand he looks in to my eyes with a smile. “Are you okay, my love?” I nod sleepily.

  “I think so.” I say. My father takes a step towards us, but John reminds him of the gun by retraining it on him.

  “You stay right where you are sheriff. I got no plans of coming with you, guilty or not. I know what your folk do to outlaws in these parts, and I don’t intend on spending my eternity hangin’ from my neck by a noose.” I see my father’s face fall at the turn of events. “Just you remember, you can’t win ‘em all.” John nudges the horse forward and turns around, his gun still trained on my father.

  “John!” Jim shouts. “John, do the right thing!” But John shakes his head.

  “Sorry little brother. You’re the good one, remember? Me? Well, I got my own life to live and I prefer the rough ridin’ running from the law kind of life I lead.” He nudges his horse forward and with a jerk of his heels he races off down Main Street.

  “Sara-May? Are you alright?” My father comes rushing to my side.

  “I’m fine, father, really.” I say. Upon seeing that I mean it, he steps back and hardens his expression.

  “You could have been seriously hurt, young lady! Do you have any idea what men like that are capable of?” He says. I want to tell him yes, that I had seen exactly what John Carson was capable of. Instead, I nodded obediently.

  “Sorry, father. I was only trying to help. I didn’t know how else to clear Jim’s name. I knew it couldn’t have been him and…” My father holds up his hand.

  “About that…” He looks at Jim. “I’m very sorry for the misunderstanding. I do hope that under the circumstances…” Jim nods.

  “Of course.” He says. I can’t help but bite my tongue because almost all of the things I’d like to say would get me much more than a look of disapproval.

  “Right…well, with that settled, shall we try to get things back to normal around here?” My father says.

  “I don’t know if that’s possible.” I tell him. He gives me a look of concern and I smirk back at him. “John stole your horse.”

  Spread Wide

  by the Two Rival Cowboy Brothers

  By: Erin Walsh

  Spread Wide

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hers

  Sarah wrung her hands anxiously as the wagon finally pulled up to a small town after weeks of hard travel. It was a long voyage from rural South Carolina to Wyoming. She was glad to be close to their destination, but she was becoming ever more nervous about meeting her new husband and his brother. There were just not very many eligible men in their community. And just as unfortunate was the fact that Sarah’s family was by no means wealthy, and they spent most of their time tending their small farm just to feed themselves. So, it was not often that Sarah was able to go out and mingle with men in the town.

  Sarah would have been content to spend the rest of her life on the farm with her father and mother and younger siblings, but it seemed that was not to be her fate. One day, months ago, her uncle had come to visit from out west. Her father’s brother was a strong, strapping man, who had taken his family out on the frontier to try and build a better life.

  Once there, he built up a ranch and started to raise cattle. This put him in communications with other ranchers out in the rest, and that was how he had heard of a common practice among men to seek wives from back east. Her uncle explained that there was a scarcity of women in the west, and that men were willing to pay money to bring up women from their homes so that they could have wives.

  Of course, Sarah hadn’t been too keen on the idea, but her father seriously considered it. Her uncle proceeded to mention that he knew of a couple of men who were looking for women, and that he had mentioned Sarah. Her father had nodded, and agreed with her uncle to allow the men to contact him.

  For the next several months, Sarah’s father was in constant contact with these men via letters. Finally, they seemed to come to an agreement, and Sarah’s father told her that she was to be sent to those men. They had offered a considerable amount of money for her, and it would be foolish of him to refuse. Sarah was deeply saddened to be leaving her home and her family, but she knew very well that they needed the money.