by Reece Butler
His cock still throbbed. The icy stream wasn’t working. Maybe if he counted backward, by fours. No, that was too easy. By sevens, then. One thousand. Nine-hundred and ninety-three. Nine-hundred and eighty-six. Nine-hundred and seventy-nine.
He was at eight-hundred and eighteen when he heard the bed move. He used every sense he possessed to discover what Amelia was doing. He smelled the rose scent on her skin as she pushed back the sheet. She waited with just one thin layer between her skin and the moonlight.
“Please, hold me.”
If he could wait all these years to avenge the most horrid crime imaginable, he could hold one small woman for a few minutes without violating her. He eased into the bed. The ropes squeaked a bit as he settled. She lay to his right, her shape outlined. He reached out his right arm and forced out two words.
“Come here.”
She gave a mew like a frightened kitten and snuggled, her left side on the mattress and her right leaning on him. He settled his right arm around her, resting his hand on her waist. Her head lay on his chest, her breasts pressed against his ribs. Her right hip lay to the left of the biggest erection of his life. Her right leg settled between his.
Exquisite agony. He held her for a moment until she relaxed. He, however, was stiff as a board, and not just the part standing at attention near her hip.
“Prue said Gillis is all furry, but you’re nice and smooth.”
She skimmed her palm over his left chest, rasping his nipple with an innocent touch that inflamed him. He put his left hand on top of hers.
“Amelia, unless you stay perfectly still, I won’t be able to just hold you.” Hell, she’d be lucky to be a virgin for more than two minutes!
She held still while he forced himself to relax. He lifted her left hand, freeing her right. She didn’t move for a few minutes, but he could almost hear her brain working overtime. He was almost under control when he heard her breath catch. A bare whisper of a sound, but when her nipples pressed against him and her sweet perfume rose from between her legs, he knew he had to get out of the bed, the room, the town or do something he’d sworn never to do. Unless she wanted him.
She swept her hand down his chest. His heart stopped beating then pumped like a revival organ at full savior mode. His belly rippled when her hand floated past. His cock stood, tall and proud, pointing forward.
“Oh, my. Is this your cock? It’s very big.”
Her fingers touched his hard flesh. Before he could push her away and escape, she gripped him by the hilt.
“No wonder it hurts so much! That will never fit inside me.”
He waited, his whole body tight from eyebrows to toes, but she didn’t release him. If anything, she held him tighter.
“Babies are a lot bigger that this,” she said as if rationalizing to herself. “If you go in and babies come out, I expect I can stretch.” She changed her grip. “You’re fuzzy here. What are these?”
She cupped his balls, squeezing gently. He groaned, loud and long. Before she could release him, he clamped her hand tight.
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not hurting you?”
“Nope.” Maybe if he came, he’d be able to lie there and not ravish her for at least fifteen minutes.
“Show me what to do.”
With his guidance, she raised and lowered her hand twice. He released her and let her do what she wanted. Luckily, that was what he would walk through coals to feel. The room was hot, but her hand burned. She reached the tip and found his pre-cum. She figured out what to do with it, sliding up and down his shaft. She took to it so quickly he wondered if she was a virgin. If she thought making babies hurt so damn much, why was she all over him?
“Is it bad for me to touch you when I was supposed to marry your brother?”
“Nevin won’t mind,” he croaked.
He didn’t tell her that, either way, they intended share her. If she wanted to, that is. Considering the way she stared at him, licking her lips while driving him crazy with her hand, it would take more than one man to satisfy her.
He slid his hand down her back to her ass. Her nightgown shifted when she moved. It was easy for him to reach between her spread legs and press his finger inside.
“Oh, my godfathers!”
She gripped his cock hard, not moving as he gently explored her pussy with his fingers. He pushed farther. She gasped and jerked, pulling on his cock.
“Keep that hand moving, Amy,” he growled.
Though she panted like a tired dog, she slid her hand along his cock. He rewarded her with a touch on her clit. She tilted her ass up in the air, silently begging for more. The witch was wet and begging for him, but she wasn’t ready yet.
“Sit up on my chest,” he said.
“Will this make a baby?”
“I’ll do my best.”
He helped her sit on his chest. He inhaled her scent, sweet and clean. He wanted to lift her over his mouth and lick her dry, but his cock needed attention. He grasped her breast in his palm. She fit perfectly. She thrust her chest forward and ground herself against him.
“You ever touch your breasts?”
“Is that wrong?” She whispered the question, not answering him.
“Nope. Nothing that brings pleasure is wrong.”
“But the church—”
“Is full of sanctimonious old men who couldn’t get it up if they tried.”
He took her hands and placed them on her own breasts. When he let go, she squeezed her breasts. He watched for a moment, enjoying the show. His cock demanded attention, but she needed more first. He brought his legs up, bending his knees to make a backrest for her.
“Slide back so you can rest your shoulders. Slowly.”
“Why? I’m comfortable like this.”
“Because I want to touch you right here.”
He placed his thumb lightly on her clit. She grabbed his thighs and backed up. Her ass cheeks framed his cock, pressing it up. He wouldn’t be able to hold her like this for long, but for now, it felt great. He reapplied his thumb to her clit. She tilted her hips to give him easy access.
He could feel her barrier with the end of his finger. He pressed gently. It gave slightly. She clenched his fingers with her pussy, and he shivered. He flicked her clit again, and she shivered in return.
“Lift up and bend forward,” he said. He held his cock in one hand and pressed it against her pussy. “Feel my cock?”
“Mmm, that feels good,” she said.
“You want more?”
When she nodded, he guided her hips until she took him as far as her barrier. He fought hard, forcing himself to stay still, to not thrust up and take her. He held her hips and guided her forward and back over his cock. Each time she came back, she did it harder.
“It won’t go in far enough!”
“That’s up to you. It will hurt for a minute when you sit down, but then all you’ll feel is pleasure.”
“You promise? They said it hurt every time.”
“Most men don’t take time to get their woman hot, wanting, and wet.” He grasped the root of his cock, pressing her clit with his thumb. “If you want more, take it!”
She wavered, pressing against her barrier. She rose to her knees. He guided her so she didn’t go too far, too fast. Once past her barrier, she would still be tight. Finally, she growled and pushed back hard. She gasped and stopped, mouth open. He held her until she relaxed and settled back.
Once more he thought of winter. She leaned forward and rubbed herself against him, her clit dragging across his belly. He slid his hand under so he could give her more to rub against. She had both hands on his chest, panting as she moved back and forth. Her breasts swayed out of reach of his mouth. She must be short to be so far away. He hadn’t even seen her out of bed yet!
His balls swelled, ready to explode. He felt behind to his cock. Her juices coated him. He gathered some and trailed his fingers up her ass, spread wide around his hips. She shuddered. He scratched against
her tight ring. She groaned. He gave her clit a good rub with his knuckle and pressed his smallest finger into her ass.
She groaned louder and squeezed him so hard he grabbed her hips and slammed her down on him, again and again. She squealed, and he erupted. His mind went blank as the greatest pleasure he’d ever known blew out his eyeballs from the inside out. Again and again, he pumped as she convulsed, squeezing him dry. Finally, she collapsed on his chest, both of them gasping like fish out of water.
He wrapped his arms around her tiny body and pulled her close as minor earthquakes trembled through him. He felt her answering echoes when she squeezed him.
When he could think, he trailed his fingers over her back, down to her ass, and back again. He found places that made her twitch. Some made her gasp.
“Does this mean we’re married forever?”
Ross couldn’t tell from the words mumbled into his chest if she was glad or not.
“If you mean has our marriage been consummated, then yes.” He waited for her reply. He barely heard the whispered, “Good.” A moment later, he heard a soft snore.
Ross jammed his eyes shut. He curled his lower lip over his teeth, biting down to stop the emotional storm that threatened to rage through him.
Just because she had an orgasm didn’t mean she wanted him. When she saw his color, would she demand the next train East? If she wanted to stay in the area, there were more men than he could shake a stick at who would take her, sight unseen, as a wife. Knowing she’d spent one night with a half-breed wouldn’t stop them. They’d insist she’d be far better off with a real man. He had more book learning, manners, and money than most, but he didn’t have white skin. To some, that was all that mattered. Would Amelia care?
With one single white woman for every few hundred men in Montana Territory, he didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell of keeping her. Not if she wanted to leave.
But with the fire she’d showed him just now, he had a way to keep her near. He’d show her nights with him would make up for everything else.
He had one whole night to prove what he could do for her before morning’s light brought the truth.
Chapter Four
The hand stroked her, fingers trailing from her neck, over her back, and around her bottom. She relaxed, letting the dream take her. This was a good one, where she could almost believe a man wanted her. The hand slid farther around her bottom. She moved to encourage it. Fingers strayed inside her tissues, inflaming her. She moved to roll onto her back. Something stopped her.
“Stay right there.”
She rolled away, scrambling from the deep voice. A body rolled with her, on her, trapping her with its weight. His weight. He chuckled and shifted off her. She groaned, realizing who it was. Ross, not Nevin. The one who made her tingle so much more than all of her dreams together. The one she’d sat on, changing her world.
“You don’t listen well.”
She heard the touch of laugh in his voice. She tried to move away, but he was far too strong. It should bother her that he was so in control. Instead, it made her feel that, for once, someone could protect her.
“According to Father, I’ve never listened. Don’t expect me to change,” she said, throwing his words back at him. “Get off me.”
“Why? I like it here. Lots to play with.”
He trailed a finger around her breast. She forced back a groan. He caught the tip with his mouth and suckled. Fire shot from that spot to the place between her legs. It began to heat up again, making her twitch.
“We already did it,” she whispered.
“Nothing stopping us doing it again. And again. Unless you’re sore. Then you can play with me.”
She shook off the bolt of lightning at the thought of doing things to him. Would it make him want her?
“I thought one has marital relations once a night until one is with child.”
“Not this one,” he said. “And not you, either.”
He nibbled her other tip. All thought flew from her mind. An arrow shot again to the place between her legs.
“Nothing stops us from this,” he continued. “Not unless you’re sore.”
He lifted himself up on his arms. The moonlight made his shadowed face and body dark. He moved down her body and off the bed. She frowned when he grasped her ankles. He pulled her to the edge of the bed. She squeaked and struggled to escape. He held her down with one broad palm on her belly, nudged his way between her thighs with his head, and kissed her.
There.
His tongue flickered over the button that held her still. He lifted her legs and rolled her back until her bottom raised off the bed. He kissed her again in a totally unmentionable spot. Then he licked her from one to the other. She trembled, flaming and wanting and—
“This is your clit,” he said. He pressed her button, making her hiss. “This is your pussy.” He licked her between her legs. He flicked his tongue around the flesh that she ached to explore now that she knew what touching it felt like.
“And this is your asshole.”
She squawked and struggled when he lightly scratched it with his finger. A small pain erupted on one back cheek. He’d spanked her! She tried to attack, but he rolled her forward and pushed her knees toward her ears.
“You brute!” She sputtered the words from between her breasts, pushed into her chin by her knees.
The sting had faded, though not the shock. He pressed his finger inside what he called her pussy. It slid easily, wakening new desires. She relaxed a bit to encourage him.
“Don’t complain when that little tap made you wetter,” he said. “That’ll make Nevin happy.”
He settled himself on the floor and placed her heels on the edge of the bed. She stared at him. What would make Nevin happy, and why? He drew a finger over her pussy, making her shiver. She closed her eyes and concentrated on right now.
“Now, I’m going to taste you.”
“No!”
Her heart beat as if to escape the cage of her ribs. She jammed down her heels and skittered backward like a crab on the beach escaping the tide. Like the tide, he followed her. He caught her just before she would have fallen off the foot of the bed.
He set her on her back and, very deliberately, lay on top of her. He put one heavy leg over both of hers. His chest pressed on her breast. The moon shone from behind his head into her eyes.
“I know you were a virgin. When we have light, the sheets will prove it. You’ve touched yourself before.” He traced a line of fire from her breast to her belly and back. “My tongue will show you pleasure. Tell me what you like.”
He whispered the words into her bad ear. Heat flashed up her chest. She closed her eyes in shame. Father would have had her locked in an institution for perversion. What would this dangerous man do?
“Na, ah, Mrs. MacDougal. Open your eyes and face me. I want honesty.”
He didn’t sound angry. She looked up, still unable to see much with his hair hanging over his face.
“Did you touch your breasts?” He ran his callused palm over one. His touch inflamed her as her own never had. She nodded, inhaling a gasp as his rough skin rasped her nipple.
“Did you touch your pussy?” He dragged his fingers all the way to her thatch. “Like this?” He slid two fingers in, pressing her inner lips together.
“Not until—” He lightly pinched her clit. She arched her hips.
“Until?”
He continued to play with her swollen lips, making it hard to think.
“Today. After the bath. I never did it before.”
“And your clit?”
“I didn’t know about it,” she said, panting.
His fingers continued to stroke her. “You put your fingers in your pussy before I arrived, then you told me to leave you to your dreams.”
She gasped when he hit a sensitive spot. Without stopping his finger, he suckled her nipple. She gasped and clutched the bottom sheet with both hands. She couldn’t think when he touched her. She sig
hed in relief when he moved his hand to her belly and lifted his head.
“You didn’t think I could make you feel this good.”
She shook her head. No, she had no idea her body had parts that could feel like that. Even when her dreams were wild and she woke up swollen and shaking, wanting more, she didn’t know it could be this good. She wanted more of it before the sun came up and he saw how ugly she was.
He captured her breast with his large hand. She arched her back.
“These are going to cause me trouble,” he said. “I want to show everyone how lucky I am.” He kissed the top of one breast. “I hope you brought pretty gowns that show off these beauties.” He lifted his head, giving her a respite so she could think.
“I never had gowns,” she quietly admitted.
“Why not? Didn’t your father parade you in front of rich young bucks to make a match and better himself?”
She gave a sarcastic laugh. “My father wasn’t going to spend money when no one wanted to see my ugly face.”
Immediately as the words left her mouth, she wished them back. This was where he’d get the lamp out. He’d see her scars, hidden in the soft dark, and show his disgust. She cursed the temper that gained her many beatings from her father.
“Are those your father’s words?”
“Yes, and my ex-fiancé’s, ex-girlfriends’, and, once you turn on the light, yours as well, I expect.”
She waited, tense and tight, but he said nothing. His fingers skimmed over her breast for a few minutes before rising to her neck. They trailed up the right side of her neck, over her temple, and around her perfect ear. She blinked back tears as they then traced over her burned left cheek and temple. He ran a finger back and forth over the crumpled top of her ear. His touch disappeared for a few seconds where her ear was so burned she could no longer feel anything.
He raised up on one elbow and lifted her right arm. Once again, he traced the marks. Her arm had received the worst burns as she protected the baby from the fire. It was no longer smooth, but she’d regained all her feeling. Her hand was merely mottled, like her face.