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by Jessica Frost


  James stared at her. “You’ve been through a lot.” He kissed her forehead and then caressed her hair. It soothed and calmed her, bringing with it sleepiness.

  She turned on her side to face him, moaning, “Mmm, that feels good, James.”

  “Well, close your eyes and rest.” He kissed her lips gently once more in a nurturing way.

  Trevor turned to hug her from behind, caressing her shoulders, back, and neck. Absorbing their calming ministrations, she let her mind wander and thought how boring her life had been before she met James and Trevor.

  Chapter 7

  Trevor turned and, to his shock, fell to the floor with a thud. The sun peeked through the opaque curtain and blinded him momentarily when his eyes sprang open with surprise. Disorientation enveloped his mind. He shook his head to rid himself of the fogginess. As he focused on the room, he realized he fell off the bed.

  He glanced at the bed. James slept with his back to him, undisturbed. There was no sign of Belle, and his heart felt heavy. He would have loved to wake up with her in his arms this morning.

  Slowly, he got up and walked over to the curtain. Opening it and seeing the position of the sun up above, he figured it was around eight in the morning. Way too early to do anything but go back to sleep.

  Rubbing his scalp, he headed to the bureau to get a drink of water. His dry throat tickled with every swallow he took. When he picked up the glass, he noticed a note resting next to the whiskey bottle. He opened the paper to read it.

  Hi sleeping beauties,

  I had to get up early. I have a busy day ahead of me. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope you’ll come see me at Eden’s Paradise again tonight, and maybe afterward, we can continue where we left off last night.

  Belle

  A smile spread over his face. He had been disappointed a moment ago when he realized she left, but that last sentence on the note brought his spirits up to soaring levels again.

  He quietly tiptoed to his bed, not to awaken James, and laid down, bringing his arms to rest under his head as he stared at the ceiling. His mind brought him back to last night’s journey of intimacy. He couldn’t help but grin remembering how she looked naked on the bed, her skin glowing, her eyes full of wanton hunger and anticipation. His cock became excited with every vivid, arousing image.

  He had to admit, he had originally been hesitant about James’s idea that they both seduce her. He’d never done something like that before, and he found it uncomfortable to think of both of them being sexually intimate with her at the same time. But when he saw her kissing James and how she reacted to him, he found it highly stimulating to watch. And he could bet James felt the same way.

  Leaning to his side, his mind wandered further to thoughts of where tonight would lead. Making love to her while James watched, or vice versa, brought him to heightened excitement. His imagination delighted him to no end with all the possibilities, but then a disturbing thought began to build in the dark crevices of his mind and crept to the forefront of his thoughts without his consent. The thought of Belle being the famous outlaw Isabelle LaRue. The fact she didn’t hesitate in participating in last’s night lewd, taboo activities and also suggested they take it to further heights tonight made warning bells shrill in his head.

  This brought him one step closer to believing she was the ruthless outlaw, and his heart hurt with the thought. He wished she weren’t because deep down, he had begun to feel something for her that entailed more than lust. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it felt sincere, protective, and loving, and it frightened the hell out of him.

  * * *

  Belle touched her lips, remembering the night before, and sighed. Both Trevor’s and James’s kisses were unforgettable and she longed to be with them again.

  When she awoke at five o’clock this morning with Trevor’s arm on her waist and her face leaning on James’s chest, she couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to be lying between the most gorgeous men she had ever laid eyes on and to feel their warmth and remember how they brought her to such an ecstatic state last night. She wanted to stay there with them, perhaps see where their sexual adventures would lead them still, but she had to leave.

  She needed to get away from them, far away from them, and focus, think. She couldn’t be preoccupied with lustful thoughts that made butterflies flutter in her stomach, weakened her legs, or made her head swoon. She had to think of far more important things, like her mission and that James and Trevor could very well put everything in jeopardy.

  Considering the fact that the handsome men seemed to turn her mind to mush whenever they were in close proximity to her, she figured she needed reinforcements. She couldn’t do this alone. Without realizing it last night, by being intimate with them, she passed the boundary of objectivity. Her feelings for them fogged her judgment. The reason why she originally wanted to seduce them vanished and she was no closer today to finding out the real reason for their appearance in town.

  And that predicament was why she stood outside the sheriff’s office at Little Rock right this minute, taking a deep breath for courage. She staked out the place for the past half hour. When she saw the sheriff leave, she walked up to the front door and pushed it open to step inside. John sat at the front of the office with his feet up on top of the desk. The second he saw her step inside, he moved his feet off the desk and got up with a start.

  “Belle, what are you doing here?”

  She walked past him looking around. “Relax, I have no more news.” She glanced in the jail cell and saw it was empty, then peeked through the other door. “Where’s Mat?”

  And just as she mentioned his name, he walked up behind her. “Here. What’s up?”

  “Ah, you scared me!” She jumped, startled.

  He laughed while walking past her to sit at the table next to John. He pushed the chair out next to him. “Sit, Belle.”

  She shook her head and strode to the window to check if anyone else was coming by. She didn’t need any more complications.

  “If you’re worried about Sam, don’t be. He isn’t gonna be back until later today. It’s only me and Mat until then,” John said.

  “Good. The last thing I want is the sheriff to know I’m here.” She sighed with relief.

  Mat corrected her. “No, you don’t want him knowing you’re in Fort Smith and that you’re the saloon girl singer at Eden’s Paradise.”

  She pointed her finger at him. “Don’t start acting smart, Mat. I have no time for that. Besides, if he knew you both were my accomplices, you’d be in just as much trouble as I’d be.”

  “True, so what’s your hurry?”

  “I have to get back to town to get ready for the show. But I needed to talk to you both before I did. I need your help.” She huffed.

  “Oh, now you need our help,” John piped in.

  “Why are you giving me a hard time? You know I need to be on my own on this out there. Having you two as my sidekicks would bring too much attention to us, and if people like the sheriff there started asking questions, then my whole secret operation would be exposed. Besides, you need to keep Sam busy here, so he isn’t on to us. You know he is our biggest problem at the moment.”

  “You’re right.” John leaned on the backrest of his chair. “So what help do you need from us?”

  “Well, remember those two men you told me about the night before yesterday, Trevor Kent and James Sanford?”

  “Um. What about them?” Mat responded.

  “Well, as luck would have it, they’re staying in the room next to mine at the Mayflower Inn.”

  Mat slapped his leg. “Darn. Talk about a coincidence.”

  “Yes, but don’t get too excited, boys. I think there’s more to them than just being the new expressmen. They are way too smart to be just that. And I’ve tried to get information out of them, but they aren’t squealing.”

  Both John and Mat sat to attention then.

  “How exactly did you try to get stuff out of them?” Mat
asked, squinting with suspicion.

  Without giving away her whole seedy, bawdy, sexual, heavenly experience she had with the two irresistible men, she replied, “That doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m suspicious.”

  John got up huffing. “Well, that’s it, Belle. If you’re suspicious, then it’s time to get out of there before it gets too dangerous.”

  How dare he tell her to quit now when they were that close?

  “What? No, I’m not.” She frowned.

  Even Mat came to John’s defense. “Belle, he’s right. If you’re right, which you usually are, then it could get dangerous.”

  “No, I can handle things.” She shook her head vigorously.

  “What if they know who you are and know the real reason why you’re in town?” they asked at the same time.

  Now her patience was running thin. “I don’t think they know. At least not yet.”

  This time, only Mat asked, “How can you be so sure?”

  Her voice raised an octave with her frustrations. “Just because. That’s all.”

  “Okay, then what do we do now?” Mat asked.

  She began to pace as she ironed out the last thoughts in her mind. “Well, I’ve invited them both to Eden’s Paradise to hear me sing this evening. I want you two to go into their room and check it out.”

  They stared at each other. “All right, Belle. We’ll do it your way, but if we find something, anything, that proves your suspicions are right, then we’re gonna call in reinforcements. We won’t wait for your call on it,” John said while crossing his arms over his chest.

  As much as she wanted to argue with them, she couldn’t. They were right. If James and Trevor were who they suspected, then nothing she could say would save them. Her heart almost broke at the thought.

  * * *

  James’s ears perked and his heartbeat quickened when he thought he heard her voice. He raised his head searching through the crowd for her. To his disappointment, he realized it was someone else, a saloon girl serving a customer a couple of tables away.

  They came in five minutes ago and luckily found a table before the real crowd came in a few minutes later. The place was packed. Unfortunately, their table stood closer to the exit door than the piano and stage in the saloon.

  Trevor glared at him. “Relax, James.”

  “I’m relaxed.” He frowned back.

  “Oh? Well, you could have fooled me. You haven’t sat still for one second, and you just jumped right now.”

  “No, I didn’t,” he refuted.

  “Yes, you did.”

  James heaved. “Okay, okay. This waiting is driving me crazy.”

  Trevor swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Me, too.”

  James stared at him keenly. “Since I had to go check out the train station today, we didn’t have a chance to talk about what happened last night. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

  “Me, too.” Trevor paused, just staring to the side. “What do you think?”

  “Think about what? What happened or if I think Belle is Isabelle?”

  “Both.”

  James took a deep breath and started. “Well, last night was amazing. Out of this world amazing. She’s so beautiful.”

  Trevor’s eyes glazed over, and a serene smile spread over his lips. “Mmm, beautiful, desirable, all woman. You just want to hold her in your arms and…”

  Then his face took on a serious look laced with a tinge of disappointment. “But unfortunately I guess this means there’s a good possibility she is LaRue.”

  “You think it, too?” James’s heart hurt at the thought.

  Trevor opened his mouth to say something when a female voice interrupted, “Well, look at who we have here?”

  James’s attention ripped over to the lady standing beside their table. A smile spread over his face. “Sally, howdy.”

  She leaned against Trevor and wrapped her arm around his shoulder in a too-welcoming way. As she dipped in, her cleavage caught James’s eye for a second until he quickly diverted his gaze back to her face. She then smiled in an alluring way, winking at him. She obviously saw him peeking and didn’t mind one bit.

  “Nice to see you makin’ Eden’s Paradise your home, fellas.”

  “We came to see Belle sing again,” Trevor responded.

  Her brow lifted. “Belle? Yes, I figured that you would. She’ll be comin’ down in a minute. In the meantime, what can I get you boys, in drinks, that is? Anythin’ else, well, that comes extra.”

  She winked at James again, and when James didn’t react, she threw her head back laughing.

  Trevor looked at him, turned to her, and responded for them both, “We’ll just have two whiskey shots, Sally.”

  She put her hand under his chin, tilting his head up slowly, “Comin’ right up, sweetie.” Then she blew him a kiss and walked away in a sultry gait while glancing over her shoulder at them.

  Trevor gazed at James with a lifted brow. “What the hell was that?”

  James shook his head and snorted. “You’re asking me? I haven’t got a cl—” Before he could finish his sentence, pain surged from his ankle up to his shin. “Ouch! Why did you kick me?”

  Trevor put his finger to his mouth. “Shh, stop talking and look.” He pointed with his chin. “She’s coming down the stairs.”

  James glanced over his shoulder just in time to see her descend in the epitome of elegance. She wore a pearl-blue gown that cascaded straight down to her shoes. The collar was all the way up to her neck with overflowing ruffles. The tight fit accentuated every curve of her breasts, waist, and hips.

  His memory catapulted him back to last night with her naked on the bed, her long, gorgeous legs and her pussy that made him whimper in need to touch them once again. He imagined her full, soft breasts with her taut nipples erect, screaming for attention. He didn’t have the satisfaction of touching, fondling them last night. Trevor did. But seeing his partner touch them, pinch them, lick them, aroused him just as much, if not more.

  Trevor let him read the note she left them when he awoke this morning. Now, it spurred his eagerness for the evening to come to an end so they could head back to the inn to continue where they left off last. Tonight, he planned on fondling, licking, suckling her breasts while Trevor watched, and he hoped to do far more than that.

  * * *

  Where were they? Her gaze scoured the room as she descended the stairs, but because the place was packed, she couldn’t see much. Had they come? Or had they stayed at the inn? God, she hoped not. Mat and John would be breaking into their room anytime soon. The last thing they needed was to get caught before they could find out what the handsome, secretive men were up to.

  When she got to the end of the stairs, Jesse greeted her, much to her disappointment. “Miss Belle, you look beyond pretty tonight. You look like a princess.”

  “Thanks.” She forced her smile and headed to the bar while he followed.

  She rolled her eyes upward and silently sighed in frustration. “Jesse, I’m running late. I’ll be going up in a little bit. I want to drink something to soothe my throat. So I don’t have time to talk. Sorry.”

  Glancing from side to side, she tried to search for them while she walked to the bar. Jack had already set her a glass of water on the bar.

  How considerate.

  He was one of the few men in the place who respected her, acted like her older brother. Unlike the pervert Jesse who never left her alone and looked at her like he owned her body and wanted to touch his property like he saw fit. She shivered in disgust.

  “All right, I’ll talk to you after your show then,” Jesse replied from behind her.

  “Sure, that’ll be fine.” She looked back to nod.

  He waved to her. “Good luck, Miss Belle.”

  “Thanks,” she said while taking the seat at the bar that was reserved for her. Sally stood near there waiting for Jack to get her order ready. She had the freakiest grin Belle ever did see.

  “Why are yo
u smiling like that, Sally?” Belle asked, frowning.

  Sally looked at the bar. “Nothing. Just nice to see the boys got to finally talk to you the other night.”

  “You saw?” Her cheeks heated.

  Sally’s smile widened. “Sure did. Saw them waitin’ for you outside and that they talked to you for quite some time. Ain’t that so sweet.”

  Belle couldn’t help but smile herself. “They were so kind.”

  Sally slid closer. “I also saw them escortin’ you home, too.”

  “They’re staying at The Mayflower Inn, too. They wanted to keep me company. That’s all.” Belle lost her breath then.

  Sally laughed. “I’m sure they did. So which one caught your fancy?”

  Belle was at a loss for words. “Uh.” She wanted to scream, Both of them! but didn’t dare. Instead, she replied, “We’re only friends.”

  Sally threw her head back, laughing. “Belle, the look those boys have whenever your name comes up, they ain’t interested in only friendship with you, honey. They want much more.”

  Playing coy, she responded, “Really?”

  She nodded. “Yes siree.” Then she leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Maybe you don’t need to decide. At least not just yet. Sometimes two is better than one.”

  “What?” Belle’s eyes sprang open as she darted her gaze at Sally.

  As Sally picked up her tray, she nodded with more emphasis this time. “You heard me, honey. You heard me.” Then she handed the tray over to Belle.

  “Why are you giving me this?” Belle asked, confused.

  She pointed to the door. “There are a couple of gorgeous men who were askin’ for you before. They are waitin’ for their drinks.” Then she laughed deep in her throat as she walked away to serve another table.

  Suddenly, Belle’s spirits soared and so did her awkwardness. The tray shook in her hands as she tried to walk over to them without spilling their drinks. When they were finally in view, she saw them staring at her with big smiles. Her heart warmed at the sight. Then it lurched with the thought that Mat and John were now searching their room. If they found what they looked for to prove their guilt, then that was it. It would all end here before it even got started.

 

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