Her Dominant Saviors

by Bonnie Parker

  Billy had already moved in at her back, blocking her from the view of most of the other men. “Sarah, what the hell are you doing, sweetheart? Every man on the land is out here right now.”

  Sarah lifted her head from where she’d buried it against James’s neck and whipped around to look at Billy. “Good, then send them inside to hog-tie McCoy before he gets away.”

  “McCoy?” James asked, baffled even as Billy shouted orders to the hands.

  “Rock McCoy?”

  “H–he’s in the bedroom,” she stammered. “I w–woke up and he was there.” James tightened his embrace, hoping his body heat would help calm her. He’d never seen her this scared. “Did he hurt you?” Please say no. If the bastard laid so much as a finger on her, James would shoot him dead.

  Sarah shook her head. “He planned to rape me. He was going to—” She closed her eyes, gulped, and met his gaze again. “He was going to rape me and then t–take me back to his ranch for his men.”

  “Jesus.” Billy’s hands slid down her arms, and he and James exchanged a look. “Let her go some,” he said to James.

  James loosened his hold on her just enough to back up a bit. He let his attention fall between them, raking his gaze slowly down her body, searching for any sign of harm.

  “Did he hurt you?” he asked again, more forcefully this time.

  “No, I got away before he could. I k–kicked him in the balls and ran.” James winced as pride and a knowing pain twisted in his groin.

  Billy let out a bark of laughter, his forehead falling to rest on the back of her shoulder.

  James felt himself start to grin, too. “I never doubted for a minute that you could take a man down if you had to.”

  “Me neither.” The tension and fear he’d felt trembling through her started to ease as she gazed up at him. “Believe me, I don’t want to ever have to do it again.”

  * * * *

  The remembered feel of Sarah’s naked body quivering in his arms stayed with James all the way into town. She’d taken care of herself, but she’d been terrified.

  Damn it all to hell, it was his job to keep her safe.

  He shot a seething glance over his shoulder. His gaze landed on Rock McCoy, bound securely to a horse riding between Hank and Ethan. His hand itched to reach for his gun. One pull of the trigger and he could shoot the bastard dead. He’d nearly done it a quarter mile into the ride when McCoy started yammering on about that whore Sarah McLaury and all the things she had coming to her. Hank had stopped and shoved a bandana between McCoy’s thick lips, shutting him up and saving his life.

  The sun was a full ball of blazing heat high in the sky by the time they reached town. A scattering of people walked the main street, all stopping to gawk as he and his men slowly galloped past on their way to the sheriff’s office. Word about McCoy being brought in by a Cassidy brother would spread fast, and the rumors would start to fly. James intended to make sure those rumors were created from stone-cold facts before he set out for home.

  Up ahead, the sheriff’s office came into view just as the front door opened.

  Sheriff Robert Spicer caught sight of them and slowly stepped off the front porch. He sparked up a cigarette, puffing slowly as he watched them approach, his gaze dancing from James to Hank and Ethan to McCoy between them.

  “Looks like you ran into some trouble at your ranch again.” The sheriff spat on the ground as he took two steps closer to greet James.

  James dismounted and secured his horse’s reins to the post. “Brought the trouble with me, too.” He turned as Hank and Ethan wrestled a hefty Rock McCoy off his horse and up the porch steps.

  “Take ’em inside. Virgil’ll see him to a cell until I can find out what’s goin’

  on here.” The sheriff shifted his attention back to James and cocked a brow. “Want to fill me in?”

  James held his cool while he recounted the events of the previous evening.

  “Is Sarah all right?”

  James figured the man earned a bucket load of respect seeing as how the first question out of his mouth when James finished was about Sarah’s welfare. He nodded. “She’s shaken but physically unharmed.”

  “I’m gonna need to hear her side of things, especially seein’ as how you weren’t in the room at the time.”

  “You’re welcome to ride out to the ranch. I ain’t bringin’ her into town right now.”

  The sheriff shook his head. “And I ain’t expectin’ you to. I’ll go inside, see McCoy is locked up tight, and we’ll ride out.”

  “This ain’t over, Robert.” James’s declaration stopped the sheriff in midstride up the porch steps. “When McCoy’s men get wind of him being holed up in your jail, they’re gonna come after him.”

  The sheriff tipped back his cowboy hat. A trace of amusement glinted in his expression. “They’re likely to try, more than likely to come after you, though. Either way, it’s about time old man McCoy is stopped and seen for the bastard he really is.”

  * * * *

  Sarah wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and grimaced, certain she’d transferred enough soot and grime from her hand to her face to turn her black. The fire had burned well into the next day before the flames died enough they could extinguish the rest with the buckets of water hauled from the nearby watering hole.

  “Still gonna smolder a spell longer,” Buck commented, hooking his thumbs in the gun belt around his plump waist. “We’ll have ta keep watch. Always a chance it could flare up again.”

  Billy took off his cowboy hat and tunneled his fingers through his hair. “I might as well put Hank and Ethan on watch when they get back from town, seein’ as most of their day’s been wasted anyways. I’m sending the rest of the hands out to see to the day’s work.”

  Sarah tipped her head back, noting the position of the sun already lowering in the sky. “What’s left of the day, anyways.”

  Billy stepped behind her, running his hands up and down her shoulders. “I’m sendin’ you inside.”

  Sarah turned her head, her mouth opened to argue, but the expression on his face took her words away.

  “You’ve been out here too damn long already.” One hand moved up her shoulder to her nape, kneading the tight muscles in her neck. “You’re grimy and tired.”

  And the last place she wanted to be was holed up in the house, where the horrors of facing off with Rock McCoy would plague her mind. Being outside, helping see to the fire, had kept her from reliving those moments in the bedroom, from speculating on what the bastard would’ve done to her if she hadn’t managed to get away. But she had gotten away, and the men of the Cassidy ranch had hog-tied McCoy and rode him straight into town.

  “I’m where I want to be, where I need to be.” With you. She didn’t add the last, but she hoped he saw it in her eyes, felt it in the way she allowed her body to melt against him. “James and the others should’ve been back by now.” She turned her upper body, letting her cheek rest on Billy’s solid chest as she gazed into the distance toward town. “What if McCoy’s men came lookin’ for him?” They’d searched the Cassidy ranch before and after James and his men rode into town to deliver Rock McCoy to the sheriff. Sarah still found it hard to believe he’d acted alone, but they’d found no signs to suggest otherwise.

  “You know as well as I do James can handle McCoy and any of his men that come our way.” He shifted, obviously spotting them at the same moment she did.

  “There’s proof, if you needed it.”

  Four horses rode into view with James in the lead. As they closed in the distance, Sarah recognized the sheriff riding behind him with Hank and Ethan taking up the rear. She straightened, feeling as relieved at seeing James now as she had when she’d run into his arms last night. She wanted to run to him again and feel his corded muscles draw her tightly close. Instead, she waited with Billy’s arm curved slack around her waist as James and the other men dismounted their horses. James said something to Hank a
nd Ethan that she couldn’t hear then nodded toward Buck before following the sheriff to where she and Billy stood.

  “Miss Sarah.” The sheriff touched the brim of his cowboy hat in greeting as he stopped a few feet from where she stood.

  “Sheriff,” Sarah greeted in return, but she shot a questioning gaze at James before pinning the sheriff with a hard look. “You better not’ve rode out here to tell me you let McCoy go.”

  The corner of the sheriff’s lips twitched. “No, ma’am. Rock McCoy is holed up in the jailhouse.”

  Sarah crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “He best as well stay there, too.”

  “The sheriff needs you to tell him what happened last night, darlin’.” James moved to her side opposite Billy and slid an arm around her shoulders.

  She hated to relive those moments, had spent every minute since she’d run from the house fighting with her mind not to think about what had happened, what could’ve happened. But standing there with her men’s arms around her, she could force herself to do it, just this once. She steadied herself, drawing on the comfort she found between James and Billy, and started from the beginning, telling the sheriff everything in as much detail as she could remember.

  “I’d suggest you keep guard for awhile,” the sheriff told James and Billy when she’d finished. “And keep her close. No tellin’ how many of McCoy’s men’ll come callin’ once word spreads.”

  “We can handle our own, Sheriff,” James assured the other man.

  “Takin’ the law into your own hands ain’t gonna solve much of nothin’, James.”

  “I brought McCoy to you today unharmed but for a few rope burns, didn’t I?

  Seems to me it wasn’t long ago that I took Sarah here from you in the same way, and McCoy was to blame for that.”

  The sheriff nodded. “All the same…” He hesitated, letting his meaning fall on silent air. “Seems I owe you an apology, Miss Sarah. Sure found it hard to believe you stole them cattle, even when I saw them plain as day on your land.” Sarah scoffed. “You sure as blazes were ready to hang me for it, too.”

  “When ya got folks like the McCoys breathin’ down your neck while the rest of the town is hollerin’ for justice, it’s hard to make ’em see reason past a hangin’.” Hogwash, Sarah wanted to say but pursed her lips and nodded instead. “Well, now you can make it up to me by seein’ McCoy gets what he’s got comin’.”

  “Yeah, I reckon I can.”

  “See, Sarah, always told you the sheriff here is a reasonable man,” James drawled, tongue in cheek.

  Sarah bit her tongue and slanted a disbelieving look at James. The way she remembered it, he’d claimed the sheriff wasn’t as reasonable a man as himself, but who was she to point that out?

  “You boys have your work cut out for you tamin’ this one.” The sheriff touched the brim of his cowboy hat and back stepped to his horse.

  “Don’t we know it,” Billy said on a half laugh.

  Sarah puffed out a breath as the sheriff rode away. “Men, always thinkin’ a woman has to be tamed.”

  “Only men that know you, darlin’.” James’s voice held a tone of pure amusement.

  “Only men that know you, darlin’,” Sarah mocked. She narrowed her eyes and planted her fisted hands on her hips. “I got half a mind to let you two see to your own supper tonight.”

  “Seein’ as we already figured we’d be doin’ that anyways…” Billy shrugged and reached for her. “You’re gonna go inside, grab a bite of the grub Mary-Beth made for everybody, and turn in early.”

  “It’s always orders with you two,” Sarah complained, but the moment Billy’s arms snaked around her, she felt herself start to melt. She wound her arms around his neck.

  “Most times it’s the only way you’ll listen.” James turned toward them and ran a hand down her back, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

  She fixed her gaze on James, letting her fingers play in hairs at Billy’s nape.

  “You want me to listen? Now you both have to come inside with me.” She didn’t want to be alone, not yet, not after all that happened last night. What she wanted most was to be with them. She was hungry, but not for any meal Mary-Beth prepared. She craved their touch, their warmth. Her body ached to feel their cocks inside her again.

  She wanted James to explain those whispered words she remembered just before falling asleep last night.

  Soon, we’ll bind you to us even more, together.

  James lifted a brow. “Sweet Sarah, now who’s giving the orders?” Sarah smiled slyly. “Most times it’s the only way you’ll listen.” James pursed his lips, studying her for a long moment. The heat in his eyes ignited an echoing fire in her womb. “I think the hands can see to what’s left to be done, don’t you?” Though James’s gaze never left hers, she knew his question was aimed at Billy.

  “I’ve already sent the men to do just that.”

  “Then how ’bout we take our woman inside and remind her what happens when that spitfire tongue of hers starts ordering us around.” Sarah shivered with anticipation as Billy swept her into his arms. He carried her into the house and straight to the bedroom. Her gaze flicked to the bed, then to the shadowed spot where Rock McCoy had been standing when she’d awakened in the night. The quiver that ran through her next had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with remembered fear.

  “It bothers you to be in here now,” Billy said softly as he lowered her to stand in front of him.

  “It won’t for long.” Confidence rang in James’s tone as he moved to her, began to undress her. Tender kisses landed on each inch of flesh he exposed. His lips trailed over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. He nipped at her buttocks, sending a riot of pleasured pain ricocheting through her system. The muscles in her buttocks flexed when his tongue slipped between her butt cheeks, and her forehead fell forward to rest on Billy’s chest.

  “We’ll see to that, Sarah,” Billy whispered, his lips grazing the top of her head in a feathery kiss. “We’ll see the memories you have in this room from here on out are nothin’ but ones of pleasure.”

  She believed them with every fiber of her being. A trickle of wetness dripped from her pussy as her body anticipated the pleasure Billy spoke of and the myriad of ways he and James would give it to her.

  Soon, we’ll bind you to us even more, together. James’s words continued to echo in her mind even as Billy’s hands moved to her breasts, kneading the mounds, applying a stupendous pressure to her nipples.

  Sarah lifted her head only to let it fall back on James’s chest as he straightened behind her. One hand moved between hers and Billy’s bodies to cover her pussy while the other turned to cup her ass. Billy dipped his head, his lips sliding over her cheek to her ear, where he drew her lobe between his teeth and nibbled. It was too much. Fantastical sensations slammed into one another, making her tremble, making her body burn for more.

  “Talk to me, Sweet Sarah,” Billy whispered in her ear. “Are we makin’ those bad memories go away?”

  “Yes.” The word left her on a gush of surprised air as James slid a finger between her pussy lips, swiping at the cream pooling between her folds. She felt his thumb and middle finger part her butt cheeks and then the finger he’d wet with her own juices lightly grazed over her anus. “James.” His name was half pleasured cry and half question.

  “Do you like that?” James’s question came in a flutter of heated breath against the other side of her neck.

  Sarah didn’t answer. She couldn’t. A part of her did like it, just as she’d enjoyed it the last time he’d dared to play there, even as much as the rest of her feared he’d go further this time.

  “What did you mean last night?” Her voice quivered with the same mixture of arousal and apprehension that coursed through her body. “When I was going to sleep I thought I heard you say you would bind me to you even more, together. What did that mean?”

  Sarah drew in a quick breat
h as the finger pressed inside, slowly wiggling deeper, stretching the taut muscles of her anus.

  “I told you before what I aim to do, darlin’,” James said huskily as he slowly eased his finger back only to probe inside her again. “I want to put more than a finger inside you here. I want to put my cock in you here.” His finger picked up the pace, retreating and plundering faster.

  Sarah found herself wiggling in search of the touch, her anus so full and yet so empty at the same time. She wanted more. She wanted what he spoke of.

  “Let’s lay her down.” Billy’s suggestion seemed to come out of nowhere, lost as she was in the sensations James ignited with his perusal of her anus.

  She nearly wept when James’s finger retreated completely, when the warmth of his hands and body left her in an instant. Billy’s hands dropped to the backs of her thighs and he lifted her, guiding her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

  She felt his cock, rigid and insistent against her middle, but he didn’t enter her. He turned with her in his arms and lay back on the bed, taking her down with him until she straddled his waist, the weight of her upper body resting on her arms on either side of his head.

  She locked gazes with him and started to speak when she felt James behind her. His hands found her again without hesitation. He used his finger to collect her pussy juices once more and spread them around her anus, slipping the digit inside.

  James didn’t give her time to think, to anticipate his next move. Billy lay beneath her, his hands gripping securely her hips, holding her poised above his cock.

  She wiggled, discovering she could move just enough to feel the beads of pre-cum seeping from the slit of his cock as it rubbed at her widespread folds.