Ryan

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “You’ve been spending too much time around Maggie and those girls of hers.”

  “Would you like to see what they’ve taught me?”

  “Gracie, I…”

  “Take off your pants.”

  “I told you I won’t be bossed around by a woman.”

  Gracie marched over to him and unbuttoned his fly and got on her knees.

  She only hoped she could remember everything they’d told her.

  Sliding her hands inside his pants she pulled out his cock. He was hard and she knew he wanted her and this was going to drive him crazy.

  She put her lips onto his cock and slowly took him into her mouth.

  “Gracie, no, this is the sort of thing a whore does to man, not a nice girl like you.”

  She wasn’t listening. She was going to make him come if he liked it or not. She flicked her tongue along the edge of his dick and used her fingers to tickle his balls.

  “Dear lord, Gracie, what have they been teaching you? This is sinful.”

  She lapped at him, paid special attention to the underneath part of his shaft that they’d told made a man go quickly cross eyed.

  He flexed his thighs and moved back and forth, pushing his dick further into her mouth.

  “I’m going to hell for sure,” he said.

  It was working because his cock twitched against the roof of her mouth and he soon found release like Maggie had said he would. She swallowed. Maggie had told her she’d need to do that or spit. The latter seemed the best option. Gracie got up, seeing Ryan leaning against the table. Breathing heavily he wiped his brow.

  She began to undress. “Point me in the direction of the bedroom.”

  “Gracie.”

  “I’m guessing it’s this way.”

  She marched out of the kitchen and into a room with a chair and lamp and then into another where a bed sat against the wall. She took off her clothes just as Ryan appeared.

  She turned around so he could see her full frontal.

  “This is so naughty of you. I think you should move out of Maggie’s establishment today.”

  “Are you going to spank me?”

  Gracie turned around and leaned over the bed, offering her ass to him. Annabeth had told her men loved spanking women.

  She wiggled her ass hoping that Ryan would take the bait. When his hand met with her skin she hadn’t quite expected it to be that hard or for her to feel this good. He spanked her again and cream oozed from her. She leaned over some more and Ryan ran his hands over her cheeks, feeling his way down her crack and then plunged his finger into her pussy.

  “I’m going to make you come with my finger and you’ll have to be happy with that and leave.”

  He pushed his finger back and forth until she dug her toes into the floorboards. It felt so good, didn’t hurt, but made her smile, made her drool and then, wow, something she’d never felt before. The room spun and she felt so happy and so good. She’d experienced her very first climax.

  “You’ve come. I can feel your little pussy gripping my finger so now you have to leave.”

  He pulled out of her but she wasn’t going to settle for that. She sat on the bed and parted her legs, running her finger down over her pussy just like the girls had told her men go crazy for.

  “Come and get me sheriff.” She spread her labia like they’d told her to do.

  Ryan didn’t say anything but lifted her up, moved her back on the bed and the next thing she knew his cock was sliding into her.

  She clung to him with a confidence she didn’t have the first time around. Her pussy was relaxed and it didn’t hurt a bit. In fact, it was getting wetter and more excited the harder he drove into her. He kissed her neck and then pushed faster until she groaned.

  Gracie knew she had him. Men thought they were in control but like Maggie’s girls, a woman had a man right where she wanted him. Not vice versa. They had the power. Them and their bodies.

  She lifted her chin up feeling her pussy and nipples tingle. She flexed her toes. She was going to have another climax. She cried out, feeling her juices run from her body as Ryan moaned close to her ear and then found his own release which sent a spreading warmth through her pussy.

  He lay on top of her. She stroked the back of his head.

  “Gracie I’m not the right man for you.”

  “And why ever not?”

  “Because I once took a man’s life. I’m a killer, Gracie. A murderer.”

  Chapter Eleven

  If there was ever shock on a woman’s face it was on Gracie’s when he’d told her about what he’d done. Her mouth had widened and her jaw dropped. She hadn’t said a word for a couple of minutes. Ryan decided to break the silence.

  “So you still want me?”

  She put her hand on his arm. “I don’t think you could possibly kill another human being. I think you’re just saying that.”

  “It’s true. I shot a man five years ago in St. Louis.”

  “Then you must have had good reason to do it.”

  He got up and walked to the window. He’d have to tell her the whole story and it was the most painful one he ever told.

  “I was married. My wife’s name was Ruth. One night I came home and found out that a man had been to the farm while I’d been at the store…” He stopped and wiped the tear from his eye. “He’d forced himself upon her.”

  “Oh Ryan.”

  Gracie came up behind him and put her arms around him.

  “She told me she didn’t want me taking revenge or anything like that. She thought maybe it was her fault as she’d invited him in because he said he needed a drink of water after being on the road all day.”

  Gracie put her head down on his shoulder.

  “She seemed to be okay but then one day I came home and found her…”

  Ryan put his head down and looked at the floor. No matter how long he lived he’d never forget the image of her.

  “She’d hung herself in the barn.”

  He turned around and looked at Gracie. She was now crying too. “She left me a note saying she couldn’t live with the memory and this was the only way out.”

  Gracie bit her lip. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how you felt. How you still feel about her death.”

  “I was beside myself. Blamed her for a while but then one day I woke up and realized the man that raped her was the one who’d really taken her from me. It took me six months to find him. He lived in St. Louis. I went up to his door and when he opened it I shot and killed him.”

  “Anyone would have done the same. My own father would have done that had a man raped my mother.”

  “I went to jail, Gracie. I was a criminal and they were going to hang me but someone pleaded my case. The judge said he could understand what would drive a man to do such a despicable thing but I wasn’t in town. I left and came here.”

  “Do people in Grantsville know what happened?”

  Ryan nodded. “They’re the most caring and understanding people I ever met. Can you imagine they even made me their sheriff?”

  “Just because you did a bad thing doesn’t make you a bad man.”

  “But in my mind I’ll always be a criminal and a nice girl like you deserves better.”

  She ran her hand down the side of his face. “I stole some cookies once…when my mother wasn’t looking and we were in the store, I took two cookies.”

  Ryan did manage to smile. He knew what she was trying to do for him.

  “Stealing cookies and killing a man are hardly the same thing.”

  “I know but I did something wrong. I broke the law.”

  He put his hands either side of her face. She did excite him in a way that Ruth never had and that upped the guilt factor for him too.

  She put her hand on his cock, turning it hard in an instant. She leaned over and kissed him.

  It was true he wanted her like he’d never wanted a woman before. He set her flat on her back, pushing her legs apart and putting his finger on her c
lit. She had wide hips, just right for childbearing. Children were something that he and Ruth hadn’t gotten around to producing. He wanted to be a pa one of these days.

  Gracie wigged and groaned as he circled her nub making her legs shake until she found release. She slid his cock into her, loving that she was relaxed just still tight and hot.

  She pulled her finger down over his chest to his stomach as he began to ride her. Her hair lay like the rays of the sun across his pillow. Her blue eyes sparkled. He drove harder and faster hearing her catch her breath. She grew more beautiful the closer she got to her climax. Her cheeks blushed and her lips seemed to grow fuller.

  Gracie tightened her pussy around him as she cried out and held his arms. He was sure he could hear her heart beat as he took got lost in the moment and found relief.

  He slid out of her and then lay by her side.

  She turned to look at him. “You are not bad man and you are not too old for me.”

  “Gracie…”

  She put her finger on his mouth and he burst out laughing.

  ****

  Gracie knew this was what it felt like to be in love. Ryan had shared his deep dark secret with her. She’d been shocked at first but when he’d told her the reason he’d taken another’s life, she’d understood. She headed to Maggie’s.

  She heard Ryan’s voice coming from inside the saloon and straightened her hat.

  “Have you asked my permission to come courting Gracie?” asked Maggie.

  Gracie smiled. Maggie was so funny. She loved her like she was her own mother.

  “May I court your lovely girl, Gracie?” asked Ryan taking off his hat and placing in in front of his chest.

  “You sure can but have her home safely by dark.”

  Gracie stepped into the saloon.

  “And there she is,” said Maggie. “Now you two have a lovely ride on this beautiful afternoon.”

  Gracie kissed Maggie on the cheek and Ryan offered Gracie his arm.

  She took it and the two headed outside where Ryan had left the carriage.

  He helped Gracie up on the seat and then got up and took the horse’s reins.

  “After Pa died I didn’t think I could ever be happy again,” said Gracie. “But you and Maggie have made me smile.”

  Ryan looked at her. “I’m so glad to hear that.”

  He encouraged the horse to go faster as they headed out of town. “By the way I enjoyed that cake you baked. Did you really make that?”

  “I did. I used to watch my mother make cakes and biscuits, bread too. You wouldn’t go hungry with me as a wife.”

  Ryan gave her a sideways glance. “What have I told you about letting me be the one who does the courting and maybe the proposing….now I’m just saying maybe.”

  “I haven’t forgotten. Do you like being sheriff?”

  “Yes, yes, I do?”

  “What did you do back in Kansas?”

  “I had land and worked it.”

  “You didn’t want to do that here?”

  “A man really has to have a wife and children to do it successfully.”

  “I guess so.”

  Some clouds gathered overhead and a splash of rain fell on Gracie’s cheek.

  “Well, that’s a shame, it was so beautiful in town,” she said.

  “Let’s take our picnic into that barn over there.”

  Ryan pulled the reins on the horse and stopped it close to a fence. He tied it up and then helped Gracie down. He grabbed the picnic basket and the two of them hurried inside.

  “Let’s set down the blanket over there and maybe the rain will end soon,” said Ryan.

  Soon they were sitting with their backs on a bale of hay and enjoying the sandwiches that Gracie had put together for them.

  “You can even make a sandwich taste mighty good,” said Ryan.

  “Thank you sir. That day you found me in the ravine. What were you doing there?”

  “I like to ride and get away from everything and everyone.”

  “Do you still think of your wife?”

  She shouldn’t have asked that because she guessed it made him sad. However, Gracie was wise enough to know that maybe Ryan’s reluctance to see her as a potential wife might be because he still saw Ruth as his one and only.

  “Of course I do. I don’t think I’ll ever forget her.”

  “How long were you married?”

  “Two years.”

  “And….

  “Gracie,” he said. “I know what you trying to figure out and no, I don’t think of you in the same way I thought about her.”

  Gracie bit her lip. Guess it was true he was still in love with Ruth and there would never be another spot in his heart for her.

  She took a sip of the soda, having to push it down now because of the lump in her throat that had formed when her heart sank. She’d never met Ruth and the poor woman had been raped and then killed herself. She could hardly call the woman lucky but nevertheless Gracie was jealous of her. She wondered what it would be like to have Ryan Doyle love you.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ryan knew it was wrong to be doing this after saying something like that to Gracie. He still wasn’t convinced that he should be courting her. Bottom line was when he was with her, she made him smile. Her enthusiasm. It was as if she knew exactly what she wanted. And her happy nature despite her tragic loss. And those eyes when he looked at her. The mouth that he’d just kissed. She tasted of the strawberries he just placed next to her lips right after he’d undressed her. She now lay naked in front of him, stretched out on some hay.

  He kissed his way down her belly, stopping to run his fingers around her navel. He let his lips travel lower while pulling apart her legs. He smelled her arousal, her juices so sweet that it made him grow hard within seconds. Ryan put his lips on her opening and began to flick his tongue against it. He glanced up seeing Gracie’s nipples turn into hard peaks, her cheeks turn pink, and her eyes flutter.

  ****

  Gracie hadn’t been sure what Ryan was about to do when he’d parted her legs and his head went down toward her pussy but whatever you called it she liked it, liked it a lot. His tongue went deep and flicked against the pussy opening making her legs shake, making her nipples pull and ache.

  She lifted her butt feeling him dig his fingertips into her thighs and dear lord, she saw squiggles of light, dancing stars and bit down on her fist because it felt so good.

  “You want to ride me Gracie?” She opened her eyes and hadn’t realized he was now naked beside her and lying on his back. His cock was rigid and waiting for her. He offered her his hand as she straddled him.

  “Just lift yourself up and put your pussy down on my shaft.”

  She did just that and loved the feeling as he slid inch by inch inside her.

  “You’ve ridden a horse before haven’t you Gracie?”

  “Sure I have.”

  “Then pretend you’re in the saddle and ride me like that horse.”

  Gracie remembered back to the last time she’d been on a horse. She put her hands on Ryan’s chest and began bouncing up and down, feeling his member go deeper as it bumped against the back walls of her pussy.

  “Just let yourself go,” said Ryan. “You won’t hurt me.”

  She did just that, using her thigh muscles to lift herself up and then down. Her breasts began bouncing, holding Ryan spellbound as he watched them. She’d always had big breasts even as a teenager. In fact, she’d always been a curvy girl but Ryan seemed to like that. As if he knew what she was thinking he put his hands on her hips as she rode him faster, feeling the onset of her climax building on each movement of her butt and hips.

  She lifted her hands in the air, knowing she was going to come and she might even shout. Despite being on the outskirts of Grantsville, the whole town might hear her.

  She pussy pulled and then it was like it was being tickled by a thousand hands. She’d never felt anything quite like it before.

  Gracie fell toward R
yan but realized he hadn’t found release like he always did. No warmth spreading throughout her pussy this time.

  “You didn’t get any pleasure from that.”

  “It was all about you not me.”

  She got up and walked over to one of the bales of hay. “I remember that night you thought I was Annabeth and you said you wanted to take her from behind and to bend over the bed. Take me like that.”

  ****

  Gracie was quite something. Her cute butt was quite something too. When he parted her cheeks the sweet smell of their last union drifted up to his nostrils, exciting him even more. The sight of her wet and pink pussy opening sent him into to overdrive. He slid his cock into her channel knowing, and somewhat disappointed with himself, that he probably wouldn’t last longer than four maybe five thrusts at most.

  He moved his legs toward her, their skin kissing and the sound of their bodies slapping filling the silence of the barn. He held her breasts, pinching her nipples as he drove hard and fast until he cried out and found the sweetest release of his life. He kissed her shoulder.

  “We’d better get back to town before Maggie wonders what I’ve done with you.”

  ****

  Maybe it was because he was the sheriff but he always sensed when something was wrong and when he took Gracie back to Maggie’s saloon, he guessed something bad had happened.

  “Oh Gracie, Sheriff Doyle, I’m so glad you’re back,” said Annabeth. She had tears in her eyes and he knew it was to do with Maggie. Everyone loved Maggie and only something happening to her would result in tears.

  “Whatever is it?” asked Gracie.

  “Maggie took a terrible tumble down the stairs.”

  Gracie put her hand over her mouth. Ryan expected Annabeth to tell them Maggie had died but she should have known despite her advancing age, Maggie was one tough lady.

  “Doc’s with her now but she’s broken her leg and scraped up her head real bad. She’s going to be laid up for a long time.”

  “I have to go see her,” said Gracie. “She looked after me and now I have to do the same for her.”

  There was no stopping Gracie and all Ryan could do was follow her back through the curtains and along to Maggie’s room.