She was too tense, possibly frightened, and he had to take things slow. She needed release and she would be much more pliant after. Then when her body was relaxed and glowing he would take her, explaining the pain would be only that one time and would fade quickly.
“Bring your arms down, baby. I don’t want you to get cramps,” he advised, kissing his way to her breasts. He debated moving lower and thought about sucking her sweet little clit until she flew apart, but decided it might alarm her needlessly. That treat could be savored later.
Sucking her nipples, he concentrated on her clit, swirling his finger over it again and again as her hands clutched his shoulders. Relentlessly he manipulated the nub, increasing his speed and pressure until she was frantic, trying to push him away with one hand and clutching his head to her breast with the other.
Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes and spoke. “Take your hand off mine and behave yourself. This little nub is mine,” he continued firmly, spanking it with his finger. “If you don’t stop, I will turn you over and spank you silly. Then I will resume. Is that what you want?” he asked, feeling the sudden gush of liquid heat from her pussy and the quiver in her belly. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Despite what she said, despite how independent she was purported to be, she liked it when he was dominant, at least her body did.
“I mean it, Callie Mae,” he continued sternly. “I’m your man and I’m going to take you anytime I want, so get used to it.” Another gush and he was back in business, tapping her clit whenever she showed the least resistance to what he was doing. In minutes she was tight as a bow string and he slowed, letting her tumble over the edge, convulsing in his arms as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, stroking her trembling limbs gently as she floated back to earth.
Opening her eyes, Callie Mae smiled.
“Oh, Morgan,” she breathed. “I had no idea anything like that was possible. It must be the best-kept secret there is. I feel as weak as a newborn kitten,” she continued, stretching languorously.
“It’s one of them,” he replied, returning her smile. “I’m fixin’ to show you another one.”
“You mean there’s more?” she gasped in delight.
“Oh yes, much more,” he assured her, nibbling at the corner of her mouth as he toyed with her sensitive nipples.
Callie Mae placed her hands over her head and grabbed onto the bedstead.
“This time I’m hanging on,” she giggled. “I thought I was going to fall right off the face of the earth.”
“That’s a good idea, baby. Don’t you let go until I tell you.”
“I won’t.”
Morgan moved between her legs, spreading them wide and attended to her breasts until she was wiggling beneath him. Kissing his way down her belly he used one hand to spread her lips open and blew gently, smiling when she tried to buck him off. When his tongue flicked out to lap at her clit, her head popped off the pillow and her hands flew to grasp his head.
“Morgan! What are you doing?” she cried, her face flaming. “Surely that’s not how it’s done.”
“And you would know this how?” he asked.
“Well, I don’t know exactly, but… I can’t imagine this is acceptable. Do what you did before,” she demanded with a pout. “I liked that.”
Morgan pushed his finger inside her, enjoying her quickly smothered moan.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put your hands back on the rails and mind me,” he said sternly. “I don’t want to have to spank that pretty little ass again, but I will.”
Callie Mae sighed in defeat and flopped back on the bed, her hands once again clasping the rails. He didn’t need her sigh to tell him his words had affected her. The clenching of her pussy and the rush of warmth did that quite clearly. Taking her clit with his mouth produced plenty of squeals of protest, but it wasn’t long before he felt her body tensing for release. Quickly he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock poised at her entrance.
“Callie Mae, look at me,” he said softly, his thumb stroking her nub. “I’m sorry about this baby, but it might hurt a bit the first time.”
Panic flickered in her eyes and he felt her tense.
“No, baby, you’re tight enough as it is. Just relax if you can and let me love you. It’s only the first time, after that you’ll love it, I promise.”
Biting her lip, Callie Mae nodded.
Morgan grasped her hips in his hands. This was a one-time shot in his opinion. He wasn’t going to screw this up with repeated painful attempts to breach her without hurting her. It was pointless and cruel.
“I love you, Callie Mae,” he said, just before plunging inside her tight sheath.
Callie Mae screamed, her hands flying from the bed to push him away.
Morgan held stock still, his cock buried to the hilt.
“Get those hands back in place right now,” he ordered. Grinding his teeth, he maintained his position, fighting the urge to rock. Her pussy was clenching around him, and he wasn’t sure if she was trying to rid herself of the intrusion or pull it closer. Her big accusing eyes were tearful but she complied and fell back on the bed.
“It might take a few minutes for you to accommodate me,” he offered, painfully aware that each minute was about as long as a century on his end.
“Accommodate you?” she cried in disbelief. “It’s a monster. I’ll never be able to accommodate you.”
Morgan snickered. “I admit it’s um… substantial, but it’s hardly a monster. At some point in the future you’re going to be grateful for every inch of it,” he said, grinning.
Now Callie Mae snorted. “Just get on with it, will you?” she snapped crossly. “It’s not getting any better and I doubt it will.”
“Whatever you say,” he replied, and although he wanted to give her exactly what she’d asked for, he knew it would be a mistake. Instead he slowly withdrew, entering her gently each time. Counting in his head, he tried to maintain control. Gathering moisture with his fingers, he coated her now dry clit and resumed sliding his thumb over it on each inward stroke.
The first time he felt her hips arch, he almost came.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured in approval.
“Shut up,” she replied, as a moan escaped.
“Oh, so that’s how it is?” he teased. “Someone thinks she has a free sassy-pass just because my cock’s buried in her incredible pussy. I don’t think so, even if you are giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Am I?” Callie Mae asked, hiding her smile as she arched against him.
“Yes, you are,” he growled out, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with it. Maybe you need you’re bottom warmed every night before we make-love so you’ll mind your manners.”
“Oh,” she replied. “Morgan, can’t you come closer,” she pleaded, holding out her arms.
“Not yet, baby. I want you to come one more time. I want to see how it feels with me buried inside you.” Picking up speed, he patiently worked her, biting his cheek every time his body urged him to let go.
When he felt her first contraction, he moved his hand and fell over her, grinding his pelvis against her with each forward thrust. Her arms clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as though she couldn’t stand the tiniest space between them.
Clutching her well-spanked bottom in his hand, he lost it, pumping faster and faster as he squeezed her cheeks.
“Let go for me, Callie Mae, I want you to come again or I will stop right now and blister you ass,” he warned. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would be able to stop, but Callie Mae didn’t know that and his words sent her rocketing into space. Her pussy milked him with a vengeance as she screamed her release and he followed immediately, pumping jet after jet of hot come into her welcoming body. It was unspeakable, the pleasure rushing through his veins. Her cries the sweetest music he’d ever heard.
Keeping his weight on his elbows, he brushed the hair off her face and
kissed her lips.
“Okay?” he asked.
“More than okay,” she answered smiling and cupping his rough cheek in her palm. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. It just hurt so much at first; I didn’t believe it would get better.
Tipping her hand, he kissed her palm. “I know, and I’m sorry about that, baby. I wouldn’t hurt you in that way for the world. Do we need to get back downstairs right away?”
“No, let’s stay here for a while,” Callie Mae suggested, snuggling against his chest. “I want to memorize every minute of what just happened.”
“Every minute?” he asked, laughing as he moved to lie on his back and gather her close.
“Well, maybe not every minute,” she conceded, blushing and hiding her face against his neck. “Are you always going to be so strict with me?”
“Only when I need to be, Callie Mae. You’re the most important thing in my life and I won’t have you risking yours any longer.”
“I know. I’ll have to see who I can find to run this place and not rob me blind. Besides, maybe we made a baby tonight,” she whispered. “I sure hope you still plan on marrying me right away. I don’t want folks counting the weeks when I am with child. I’ve been the subject of gossip too long. I won’t have my child suffer that.”
“You just try to get out of it and see what you get,” he teased, patting her bottom. “You might be the first bride carried into the church, and you’ll have a sore bottom under that dress I promise you.”
Chapter Eighteen
The sound of gunfire yanked Morgan from sleep. Reaching blindly for the automatic weapon at his side, he tumbled out of a bed much higher than his normal cot.
“Take cover,” he roared, crawling across the floor in the dim light. Realizing what he was hearing was not the rapid fire of an assault rifle, he called out quickly. “It’s a sniper, men; keep your heads down.”
Finding his pants, he pulled them on, looking around for the rest of his combat gear.
“Morgan?” Callie Mae called, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “What is it?”
“Get down,” he yelled, pulling her to the floor and pinning her body beneath his. “Where the fuck is my radio? John, get ahold of recon and find out what we’re dealing with.”
“Your what?” she asked, struggling to push him off her. “Morgan, what is it? Who are you talking to?”
Morgan felt Callie Mae’s soft body, her breath on his cheek. His eyes stared at the lace trim on the quilt hanging off the bed. Resting his forehead against hers, he shuddered with relief. It was just a dream, only a dream.
“Are you alright?” she whispered, stroking his rough cheek.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I must have been dreaming. I thought I heard gunfire,” he replied as calmly as he could with his heartbeat still drumming in his ears. “Get dressed, baby. I need a drink.” Standing, he offered Callie Mae a hand and pulled her to her feet.
Dressing quickly, he smiled at the hissing sound she made as she pulled up her jeans.
“Maybe you want to wear something else, something a little looser,” he suggested, pulling on his boots.
“And have someone suspect what we were doing up here?” she asked, her face blushing prettily. “No thank you.”
“I think… what was that?”
“Sounds like trouble,” Callie Mae said, throwing on her shirt and grabbing her gun belt. She was out the door on a dead run, Morgan hot on her heels.
“Wait,” he ordered at the top of the stairs, taking her arm. The uproar was stunning as they rounded the corner. Fists were flying, glass was shattering, and bullets were whizzing in all directions.
“Callie Mae, no!” Morgan roared as she twisted away from him and flew past the landing.
“They’ll destroy this place if I don’t stop them!” she yelled back, diving into the melee. Picking up a chair, she started swinging, knocking aside anyone who got in her way. She could see Marilee and Annalise huddled behind the bar. One minute they were hugging each other and the next Marilee was handing out bottles and Annalise was clocking the heads of anyone who tried to climb over the bar.
Fancy was perched on top of the piano swinging a pool stick at any head that came within whacking distance. Searching frantically, Callie Mae couldn’t see Jane.
Morgan shoved his way toward Callie Mae, punching and ducking, not willing to be held up in his pursuit of his woman. He spotted Ty and Matthew working their way through the mob, trying to reach the girls. Morgan knew instinctively the bottles would run out before they got there and plowed ahead.
The scream had him pivoting just in time to see two rough looking men headed for the door. One of them had Jane over his shoulder as she pounded his back. Doc Brubaker let out a roar and made a grab for Jane, spinning the man around and planting his fist in his face as he gathering the sobbing girl to him. The other man drew a gun and fired just as Mead lunged. The shot spun Mead sickeningly in a slow motion circle before he collapsed. Morgan drew and his aim was true, catching the man in the chest and sending him crashing through the doors and into the street.
Torn between going to his brother’s aid and helping Callie Mae and the girls, he spun to search for her, watching as she jumped on the bar and swung herself over. In the blink of an eye she had a pistol in each hand, cocked and ready. Raising his gun over his head, Morgan fired rapidly four times as he made his way to his brother, walking backward and keeping an eye on the remaining fighters as they looked around, nervously eyeing one another.
“Somebody go get the Marshal,” he ordered, keeping both of his weapons trained on the crowd. “Doc, how is he?” he asked as Ty made it to the bar and took up residence beside Callie Mae, his weapons drawn.
“He’s hurt bad, Morg,” Matthew replied, “and in the same damn leg.”
Morgan shook his head, his teeth clenched in fury. “Can you save him?” he ground out.
“I think so, but I’m not sure about the leg. Come on you two,” Doc said, taking off his belt and tightening it around Mead’s thigh to stop the bleeding. “Help me get him to my office. Jane, stop that crying and come along too. I may need your help. Matthew, you take his feet and for God’s sake be careful with that leg.”
Matthew carefully lifted his brother with the help of another man and carried him out. Jane dried her tears and followed the procession out of the saloon, looking longingly at Callie Mae and the girls.
Marshal Riley arrived quickly, bringing several armed men with him.
“Sorry about Mead,” he said to Morgan as he surveyed the scene. “You go on over to the doc’s office and see how he’s doing. I’ll handle things here,” he continued as he kicked broken tables out of the way and approached the piano. “Alright, young lady, get down from there,” he insisted, holding out his hands to help her. Fancy launched herself into his arms, not letting go until he carried her to the bar. As soon as he sat her down, she swiveled and jumped down, pulling Marilee and Annalise close.
“You can put those away now, Callie Mae,” Hank said.
Callie Mae looked at Morgan and at his nod holstered her guns.
“I’m going with Morgan.”
“I need to get an account of just what the hell happened here,” Hank snapped.
“The girls can tell you,” she replied, holding out her arms for Ty to lift her onto the bar. “I was upstairs with Morgan.”
“Oh, you were upstairs with Morgan when all hell broke loose,” he drawled sarcastically with his hands on his hips. “So you started this business, assured all and sundry that you knew what you were doing, insisted you could protect yourself and these girls, but you were upstairs with Morgan. Just what was so all-fired important upstairs?” he demanded.
Callie Mae crawled across the bar, jumped off and landed on her feet. She was tired, unnerved, and worried sick about Mead. Her saloon was in shambles, her ass hurt, and she was in no mood for questions.
“If you must know, Marshal, Morgan took me upstairs to blist
er my ass for pulling a gun on Ty here earlier,” she snapped. “Yes, that’s what I said; I pulled a gun on him. After that we spent quite a bit of time practicing making a baby. Oh, and we’re getting married Saturday! Any other questions?” she demanded, looking him right in the eyes and watching his face turn into a bright red beet.
“Um, no,” he replied, clearing his throat as snickers swept the room. “I don’t believe I have any more questions.”
“Good,” she snapped. “You know where to find me if you think of any.”
Working her way through the mess, she made it to Morgan’s side and they walked out the doors.
“You realize you’ve just given the entire town a new reason to talk about you,” he sighed as they hurried down the boardwalk.
“They can all bark at a knot, the mush heads,” she replied, opening the door to Doc’s office and running up the stairs.
“New word?”
“Yeah, Annalise gave it to me.”
*
They waited hours in Doc’s office. The only one they saw was Jane as she moved in and out of the treatment room, a white blood-stained apron over her red dress. She heated water, boiled instruments, and carried supplies from Doc’s storeroom without ever saying a word, but trying to offer comfort with her eyes.
Lilly sat as though shell-shocked, Morgan thought. Silent tears trailed down her cheeks; she didn’t speak, never even asked what happened.
Callie Mae tried to offer comfort, but Morgan doubted Lilly even heard her. He’d seen this many times before and pulled Callie Mae away, settling her on his lap.
Matthew paced the small room, his boots scuffing and clicking on the hardwood floor, watching the hands on the clock that barely seemed to move until Morgan sent him to check on the other girls. After he left, the only sounds were the endless ticking and the soft muffled voices coming from the other room. Emma would not get wind of this until at least morning and by then they would be there to soften the blow and bring her into town.
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