The Good, the Bad, and the Naughty

by Jessica Frost

  Her instincts had been right about the handsome, mysterious duo. A lot more was going on with them than they let on. Why would they come all the way from Texas to work on the train? And of all the jobs to get there, they got the expressmen’s jobs. How convenient they’d know the combination of the safe and have easy access to all the gold, money, and bonds stored on the train.

  While beginning to undress, her hands did the movements, but her mind roamed a million miles away. “I was right about you boys. You’re up to something, and I need to find out what.”

  Once she changed into her cotton nightdress, she slipped under the covers and snuggled to get warm.

  “And the perfect time to do that will be tomorrow night. Whoever came up with the motto ‘divide and conquer’ was a genius. Together, boys, you’ve got each other’s back, but alone, your vulnerabilities will show.”

  She rolled over to face the window and whispered as she closed her eyes, smirking, “Get ready for tomorrow night, Trevor, because I’ll certainly be. I’ve got a nice surprise in store for you. Maybe even two.”

  * * *

  Trevor knew where his mind headed and just let it lead him, enjoying the trip.

  His eyes had gotten heavy after the voices in Belle’s room ceased and James turned out the oil lamp’s flame, going to bed. He did the same and surprisingly fell into sleep instantly.

  As darkness enveloped his conscious, his subconscious awakened.

  The knock was faint but distinguishable. James looked at him through sleepy eyes and mumbled, “Will you get it, Trev?”

  Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he got up slowly and stretched, yawning. He couldn’t have been asleep for more than five minutes when the sound awoke him. Walking over to the door, he opened it, not knowing whom to expect.

  To his delight, the vision that waited behind the door took his breath away. She stood there dressed in a sheer nightgown with her housecoat open, teasing him with the curves of her breasts and hips. A look of terror shadowed her eyes.

  She lifted her brow and whispered, “I’m sorry to wake you, Trevor, but I heard a noise outside my room, and when I went to look, I thought I saw someone running away. I got scared.”

  At first, he couldn’t draw his attention from her body. She obviously didn’t realize how much of her curves showed through the sheer garment, and he wasn’t about to tell her, primarily because he didn’t want to embarrass her, but also because he couldn’t. Her dark areolas peeked at him every time she leaned to either side, fidgeting, mesmerizing him. Heaven have mercy!

  Struggling with his stupor, he finally mustered enough strength to break his fixed stare. He pushed the door open to welcome her in and stuck his head out to look down the corridor. It was vacant.

  “I don’t see anyone there.”

  She shivered with fright as she stood between his and James’s bed, waiting. “I know someone was there. I’m so scared.” She began to cry.

  James threw the covers off himself and rushed to her side. He hugged her, rubbing her back. “Shh, Belle, no one is going to hurt you. Me and Trevor are here to protect you.”

  She rested her head on his shoulder, and her tears subsided slightly. Trevor walked up behind her to caress her beautiful, silky, soft black hair. “That’s right, Belle, we’re here for you.”

  She turned her head to him and, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, she smiled. “Thank you both. I feel so safe here with you.” And to Trevor’s utter pleasure, she let go of James and twirled around to hug him. He hugged her back, his excitement rising higher and ever stronger with the mounting of his drumming heartbeat.

  God, she felt amazing in his arms, so soft, so fragile and vulnerable, so feminine and alluring. He gazed deep into her blue eyes, wiping away the few tears that remained, and he imagined taking the embrace to the next level.

  He envisioned bringing his lips softly down on hers—her warm, full lips that he longed to kiss, suckle—as well as her plump, luscious breasts. Heaven help him, being without female companionship for the past couple of months certainly weakened his willpower. And her vulnerability softened his heart. Her fervid body rubbing against his and her exquisite perfume tickling his nose acted as aphrodisiacs.

  His cock became erect, and heat built within him. He yearned to take this further, to the next level, before his body exploded or he went mad with desire. But he mustn’t. He shouldn’t take advantage of her vulnerable state.

  She clung so tightly to him that her heaving made her breasts rub against his chest. Her sheer garment hardly acted like a barrier. It felt like they were bare skin to bare skin. Thinking of anything other than making love to this beautiful woman became impossible. His skin turned sweaty, and his heart felt as if it would burst out of his chest with his body rising in frenzy and arousal.

  When she brought her delicate hand to his chest, it scorched his skin. He needed to get his bearings before things went too far. He needed to bring her back to her room before ‘he took’ things too far.

  Panting, he broke their embrace, asking, “Why don’t I go back to your room and check if the coast is clear?”

  She moaned and shook her head as fear returned to her beautiful blue eyes. “No. I’m too scared to go back there. Can I stay here with you?”

  Seeing the fear in her eyes, how could he deny her wish? Trying to tame his sexual urges, he replied, “Sure, Belle. You can sleep on my bed and I’ll sleep on James’s. And James can go sleep in your room.”

  She glanced at James, stating, “It could be dangerous.”

  “Whoever it was isn’t there anymore. Besides, James can take care of himself.” Trevor gazed at his friend.

  His partner nodded. “Belle, don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” He walked over to the door and said “Goodnight” without looking back.

  When he shut the door behind him, Trevor gazed at her. “I guess we should go to sleep now. You must be tired.” He headed toward James’s bed as he saw from his peripheral vision she began to take off her housecoat The wheels in his head spun crazily while he imagined himself turning and catching a glimpse of her perfect naked body through the sheer garment. But no matter how he yearned to look at her, he shouldn’t. He might not be able to control what would happen next.

  Just when he got to the edge of James’s bed, she said, “Would you mind sleeping on this bed, with me, Trevor? I’m too scared to sleep alone.”

  Good God, was this some sort of test? Did the good Lord send this beautiful damsel in distress to show him how weak He made him? To lie next to her and not make love to her would be impossible. But gazing into her face, he realized that she needed comfort and security, and if that meant he’d have to curb his sexual desires and lie down with her on the same bed, then so be it. He’d pat himself on the back in the morning for having so much self control.

  “Sure, Belle.”

  He walked over to her as she got into the bed. Her dark right nipple stood erect rubbing against the lucid garment and his eyes fixed on it as his cock hardened still. Diverting his gaze to the wall behind her and taking a deep breath, he slipped into the bed and turned his back to her intoxicating body.

  She fidgeted and then whispered in a sweet voice, “Do you mind holding me?”

  That was it. He had come to the end of his rope of abstinence. Did she realize what all of this was doing to him?

  He nodded, not uttering another word because he feared his voice would crack from how much stress he experienced at this moment.

  When he turned to her, he saw her big, beautiful eyes gazing at him, and he stared back transfixed.

  “Trevor,” she whispered as she cuddled closer to him. Her taut, plump breast came to rest on his ribcage as her perfume intoxicated him. Lord, but she smelled delicious.

  “Yes?” he asked with tension in his voice.

  “Make love to me.”

  He hadn’t expected her to ask him that, but damn was he ecstatic when she did. Every inch of his excited body and naughty mind had him
fantasizing about making love to her. He yearned to touch her luscious breasts that beaconed for his caresses and sink his cock into her hot, wet pussy. He wanted this more than he wanted anything in life.

  “All right,” he said without hesitation.

  She hadn’t broken eye contact. But when he came in closer, she did, staring at his lips. Then she bit her lower one. Heaven help him, but her every act increased his sexual appetite, and he brought his lips down hard on hers.

  A sigh of desire escaped her slightly parted, warm lips, and she leaned in closer to him. He brought his hand up, cupping her plump breast through the garment. Her taut nipple slid closer to his palm as she thrust her body forward, and she trembled when he squeezed it. He pinched and rubbed the nipple until she moaned in pleasure.

  His body heat augmented with every breath he took, and soon the covers became encumbering and suffocating. He kicked the blanket off of them. Cool air tickled his damp skin. Now finally free to move, he slid on top of her while his tongue twirled with hers in a dance of mating.

  She rubbed his back, widening her legs. Her breathing became heavy, and he swore he could hear her heart beat faster with every second, almost as fast as his raced. She delicately sank her nails into his back and inched her way lower.

  Shivers of ecstasy traveled through his body with the friction, making the hairs on his neck and his limbs stand on end and his cock stiffen. It hardened and extended, demanding encroachment into her sweet, delectable passage.

  When her hands reached his underpants and she began to pull them downward, he lifted his lower body to aid her in her endeavor while he did the same to her sheer gown. He gazed down at her pelvis, licking his lips when the transparent garment rose inch by agonizing inch up to her waist.

  Once she liberated his cock, it sprang out and the cool air made it harden even more. Her eyes opened in obvious appreciation. He couldn’t help but smile at having met her approval. She dipped lower to touch it in curiosity when he grasped her hand to stop her movement.

  It wasn’t time for distractions. And her hand on his manhood would be the greatest distraction of all. No, right now, he needed to concentrate on her.

  Without speaking, he dipped down and began to lick her abdomen, heading downward. Her salty skin made him hunger for her even more. Goose pimples formed on her skin from his licks, and she shivered, moaning. He crawled backward to the foot of the bed and pushed her legs wider. Goose flesh of excitement formed on her legs now, too, as he rubbed them up and down.

  Bringing his attention back to her face, he noticed her eyebrows lifted in curiosity. Did she know what he planned to do to her now? She must have a general idea, but he was sure she wouldn’t expect it to be so satisfying. His years of experience with the ladies had made him an expert at pleasure. She’d soon whimper with ecstasy.

  A gaze at her moist pussy and he moaned at the delicious sight. He touched her gently there, and she spread her legs wider while she bit her lip and teased her erect nipples with her hands. Seeing her pleasure herself in that way made pre-cum seep out of his cock as it stood high, waiting to enter her tight, hot passage when the time was right. When he had made her climax by his oral ministrations.

  Bending to bring his mouth to her clit, he was about to touch her swollen, excited, and wet nub when a male voice said, “Trevor.”

  Suddenly, Belle and her delectable pussy disappeared and Trevor jumped at the voice. He turned his head to see James had come back in and stood right behind him.

  Damn!

  James placed his hands on his shoulders and shook him

  “Trevor, it’s late. Get up.”

  His arousal instantly dwindled to a mere spark that completely extinguished as sleep drifted off and consciousness took its place. Opening his eyes, trying to push the fogginess away, he focused on his partner’s face. Complete disappointment.

  Rubbing his eyes to erase the up-close image of his friend’s unshaven face, he sat up. “What time is it?”

  James straightened, walked over to his bed, picked up a clean pair of socks and underwear he had lying there, and then strode to the door. “Three to seven. I’m going to get ready and then head down for breakfast. I suggest you get started, too, or you’ll miss it.”

  Stretching, Trevor nodded. “I heard you. I’m getting up.”

  Once James exited, closing the door behind him, Trevor stood and placed his ear to the wall separating their room from Belle’s. The dream had been so erotic. Dreaming of her in that wanton state had him still aroused. Tonight, while James would be busy searching her room for any leads and then heading back to the train station to test out the safe, he planned on seeing just how hot the real Belle could get when fully excited.

  Chapter 4

  Frustrated, Belle stared in her closet and sighed. She couldn’t decide what to wear this evening. It was already six forty-five. The entire day, thoughts of Trevor and James preoccupied her mind. Her instincts told her they were in Fort Smith for a reason other than work. Their auras screamed of this.

  That inner voice that warned her that things weren’t always what they seemed hadn’t ever been wrong before, and she doubted it would be this time either. No, they were definitely up to something, and tonight she planned to get to the bottom of it, using all her charms as her aids in extracting the truth.

  Once she decided on one of the most alluring dresses she had hanging in the closet, she huffed and drew courage from within. She slipped into it and tied the back bodice as tight as she could. It was low cut, and she feared if she took a very deep breath, she’d plum pop out of it. She dabbed on her favorite perfume and added some rouge to her lips and cheeks. She dampened her hair earlier, making her natural curls softer and more bouncy as they cascaded down her shoulders and back.

  Normally, she wouldn’t dare to dress so provocatively, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And she direly yearned to know what Trevor and his partner were hiding. Locking her door behind her, she headed downstairs. Butterflies fluttered uncontrollably in her stomach as she descended the stairs and saw Trevor and James together. Gosh, they both were so handsome, each in his own distinct and charismatic way.

  If given the choice of whom to date, she wouldn’t be able to decide. Both of them made her heartbeat speed up and her breathing shallower. If it had been James who had asked her on a date instead of Trevor, she would have accepted and been as delighted. But Trevor was the one who made the first move, and when his stare came to rest on her as she took another step on the stairs, her legs became weak.

  The hungry look in his eyes as his gaze travelled from her face, down her body, and back up to her bosom had her swooning. Oh my, but this night would definitely be intense if the wayward look in his eyes were any indication.

  * * *

  Trevor barely heard anything James said in the past ten minutes. His mind hovered a million miles away. Thanks to last night’s bewitching dream, all he could think about was his date with Belle and how he’d charm her. The lady oozed charisma, innocence, beauty, and grace. Her shyness entranced him, and he ached to break through that coy, reserved barrier she built around herself and see the real her.

  Checking his pocket watch once again, James remarked, “So the plan is clear?”

  “Hmm, what, partner?”

  James lifted his gaze in exasperation and sighed. “You haven’t been paying attention, have you?”

  Trevor rubbed the back of his neck and squinted while giving him a sideways, guilty look. “Well, not really.”

  “I knew it from that lovey-dovey look in your eyes that your mind was on something else.”

  “Sorry, James, but I can’t help it.” Trevor shrugged.

  James leaned on the wall. “I don’t blame you. I’d be acting the same way if I’d be spending time with Belle tonight.” He combed his fingers through his hair. “But don’t let her looks or seductive ways fool you, Trev. Remember who you are dealing with. Wild LaRue is unscrupulous and slyer than Jesse James. She’
ll tear out your heart and serve it to the posse if you let her.”

  Nodding, Trevor responded, “I still have my doubts about her being LaRue, but I admit she isn’t a simple saloon singer, either. There is much more to the lady than meets the eye.”

  “Uh-huh.” James sighed.

  “Okay, so what’s the plan again?” Trevor asked,

  “While you’re distracting her, I’ll check out her room and see if I can come up with any leads. Once I’m finished there, I’ll head back to the train and check out the safe.” He poked Trevor’s chest lightly. “And you’ll try to get more information out of her about her past and when she came here. See if you can catch any holes in her story and then start digging deeper there.”

  “Okay, partner.” Trevor sensed someone watched him. He turned around just in time to see Belle descend the staircase. He gulped as he took in every inch of her gorgeous body and stride as she got closer.

  “Heaven, mercy!”

  James’s gaze followed his and his mouth fell open. “I’ll second that.”

  They both advanced to the foot of the winding staircase and took off their cowboy hats. James sported a huge grin, and Trevor wondered if he wore the same expression on his face.

  When she got to the bottom, her smile widened. “Howdy, boys.”

  James replied as he took her hand to kiss the back of it. “Good evening, Belle. You look so pretty.”

  Trevor elbowed him. “Pretty is too mild a word.” He took her hand and kissed it, letting his lips linger a little longer on her sweet-smelling skin. “Belle, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You’re graceful, musically gifted, and smart. Perfect in every way possible.” And he meant every word.

  She blushed deeply, gazing at the ground. “Oh, thanks for the compliment.”

  Glancing at James and seeing the fixated, admiring look in his eyes, Trevor coughed. “James, shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”

  Taking a big breath, James turned to him. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Heading for the stairs, he added, “You two take your time and have fun tonight. Trev, don’t worry about me. With all I have to do this evening, I won’t be back until late in the night.”