Outlaw Rose (3 page)

He stared at her.

She didn’t say anything, but ran a hand down the rough fabric of his sleeve until she got to his hand. It was cold. She brought it up, turning it so the palm faced her, then placed it on her breast. Her nipple peaked under his cool skin and she heard his sharp intake of breath. She dropped her hand to the fly of his pants but at the first touch he jerked his hips away from her and squeezed her breast reflexively.

“Oh!” he cried, dropping her breast like it had burnt him. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

She laughed gently and reached for his hand again. This time she led him towards the fire and chose a bedroll. “Lie down,” she told him, and when he hesitated she added, “Please?”

His gaze shot to where the other two men were watching. He swallowed again, then did as she asked, lying stiffly on the blankets. She got to her knees beside him and leant forwards to give him a good view of her breasts.

“Relax,” she breathed as she lifted his hand to her breast again, then ran her own hands over his chest and stomach. “Just relax.”

He rubbed his fingers tentatively over her nipple and she sighed, leaning into his hand. She watched his face—his attention was on her chest, and he lifted his hand to her other breast of his own accord. She used the distraction to go for his fly.

She got the button open before he tried to jerk away from her again, but this time she was ready for him and didn’t let go, heading for the second button as she murmured, “Just relax. Trust me.”

He fisted his hands at his sides, his veins standing out along his forearms. She closed her hand on his shaft. Her fingers didn’t meet around it and her mouth was dry as she pulled his cock out into the firelight. His eyes were closed tight and when she looked up at his face his lower lip was caught between his teeth.

“Look at me.” She ran her hand up the length of his erection. His eyes opened and he gasped and twitched in her hands. She straddled him, positioning herself above him. She started to sink around him. Even with all the activity of the evening, it was a tight fit, and she went slowly to give her body time to adjust, her breath coming short as she took more and more of him in. Once he was deep within her she paused, letting them both get used to the feeling.

She looked down at him. He was gaping at her, his eyes wide and mouth open, hands in mid-air as though he didn’t know what to do with them. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, then leant forwards, braced herself against his chest, and began to move. She raised herself nearly off his shaft before settling down, slowly, as he gasped beneath her.

She’d only repeated the movement three times when he reared up and grabbed her hips. He bent his knees and held her still as he pounded up into her and she felt him explode inside her. Instantly he released her, collapsing back against the blanket.

She felt him slide out of her. Behind her she could hear laughter.

“That all you got, boy?” Shorty called out. “That big a dong and you only last a minute?”

Junior ignored him and reached out to fondle her breast again. He looked into her eyes. “This time,” he said, “I want to be on top.”

Rose shot a look down at his cock, which pointed straight up at his belly button. Apparently one round wasn’t going to be enough to wear this one out. Junior sat up, moving out of the way on the narrow blankets so that she could lie down. She obliged, spreading her legs to make room for him. He paused and rocked back on his heels, looking curiously at the junction of her thighs. She tried to close her legs again, embarrassed at his scrutiny, but he stopped her, running a finger ever so gently down her slit. She trembled and tried to catch her breath.

“You like that,” he said, and repeated the movement.

She didn’t answer, but squirmed when he touched her again.

“Tell me what you want.”

She took a steadying breath and propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. “I want you inside me.”

He shuddered. She spread her legs wide and he eased himself between them. His first thrust missed, bouncing off her inner thigh, but the second buried him to the hilt and she couldn’t help the cry that came from her lips. He braced himself on his elbows and looked down at her. “Does it hurt you?”

She thought about that as her muscles stretched to accommodate him. “No,” she panted as he shifted his weight. “Yes.”

He started to pull out of her and she wrapped her legs around him to hold him close.

“Yes,” she said, louder than she’d meant to, “but don’t stop.”

He began to move, thrusting in and out, biting his lip, his eyes closed in concentration.

“Yes,” she said again. “Yes, faster.” She arched her hips, meeting his every thrust. She started to shake, trembling under his onslaught.

His face was red as he strained, pumping his hips, and she threw her arms around him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt as her climax approached. Wordless grunts issued from his lips and she could hear the lewd encouragement of Shorty, then her orgasm shuttered over her and she heard nothing but the pounding of her heart. Junior collapsed on top of her, spent.

Or so she thought.

He pushed his way off her, grinning as he knelt beside her. “I’d really like to try that mouth thing now, if you don’t mind.”

She stared in shock at his huge cock, still standing at attention, a white drop of liquid at the tip.

The other men roared with laughter. “Oh, to be eighteen again,” Shorty said.

She rolled to her knees and bent over, taking his shaft in one hand then smoothing her tongue around the tip. He groaned and dug his hands into his sides. She licked up the underside of the head and his shaft jumped in her hands. With a deep breath Rose opened her lips wide to take it in her mouth. Her jaw ached with the effort to accommodate the thick head. She took as much as she could, then started to suck, sliding both hands up and down as she did so.

She felt a pair of hands on her hips and a knee pushed her thighs apart. She adjusted her balance on her knees just as a hard cock rammed into her. She moaned, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth. She was jarred from behind as she sucked. Junior’s hips jerked as he came, filling her mouth and shooting down her throat.

She tried to twist to see who was inside her, but a hand grabbed her hair, pulling on it for leverage as he pounded into her. She was just about to come again, the pressure building, nearly over the edge, when the man behind her moaned and went still. A hand landed on her ass, confirming that it was Shorty’s second time.

Rose assessed the situation, forcing her attention back on her goal. The gold was all that mattered—everything else was simply a distraction. Junior sat beside her, leaning back on his hands, his giant cock finally lying quiet against his leg. As she watched, he tucked it back inside his pants. Shorty pulled out of her and collapsed on a nearby blanket, not even bothering to cover his penis, which was bare and shining in the firelight. Tucker still sat against the tree across from the fire, and she wondered if the frisson of excitement she felt when she looked in his direction was her imagination or a result of the nearly achieved orgasm.

The gold. She shook her head to clear it, get her attention back where it belonged. The three men sprawled nearby. It was working. All she had to do was wait for them to fall asleep, then get away with the gold.

She sat down, chest heaving, ignoring the throb of her pussy. A heavy-looking pack saddle sat in the dirt near Tucker. That had to be it, her gold. She tore her gaze away and curled up on her side, hoping they’d believe she was too exhausted to cause them any more trouble.

“Just a minute.” It was Tucker who had spoken, and she watched him get to his feet. “We still haven’t decided what to do with her.”

Shorty waved a hand without opening his eyes. “She ain’t going nowhere.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Tucker gazed down at her, looking huge from where she lay on the ground.

“She’s as worn out as we are,” Junior said.

“That’s right,” Shorty said, with another wave of his hand. “We’re a lot of man to satisfy.” He chortled and rolled onto his back.

“Now there’s an idea,” Tucker said. She was worried by the glint in his eye. “All we have to do is make sure that she’s as exhausted”—he paused—“as
satisfied
as we are.”

He grabbed for her, and she tried to scoot away but he was too fast, snagging her ankle, then pinning her with his weight. Tucker gave her an evil grin. “Oh, I noticed you were on the brink there. Let’s see if I can finish you off, Miss Bank Teller.” He winked. “Least I can do, after everything you did for me.”

His finger slid inside her and she tried to rear up, but he held her tight. He pulled the finger out then slid two back in. She cried out and he used his other hand to separate her, exposing her to the attention of his big, roughened thumb. He stroked her in hard circles, ignoring her begging and pleading.

Then she wasn’t begging him to stop. She heard her own voice screaming, “Yes, harder! Oh, please!” and he pumped his fingers one more time and she came hard, with a long scream that ended with a moan, her thighs twitching around Tucker’s hand.

She sagged and he released her. Her legs flopped wide open, but she didn’t have the energy to move. Her chest heaved, her mouth dry from her panting, her throat sore from screaming. Tucker landed an open-handed, stinging slap on her pussy before he stood and walked away. She screamed again, her hips arching up into the pain, another orgasm shooting through her. Rose thought she saw him wink at her over his shoulder but, in the dim light of the campfire, she couldn’t be sure.

Chapter Four

Her breathing slowed, the strength returned to her extremities and she curled onto her side, trembling as aftershocks sent tremors out from her overly stimulated pussy. The men drifted off to sleep, Shorty and Junior—she wondered absently if those were their real names—one on either side of her. She couldn’t see Tucker from where she lay, but could hear his soft, steady snoring from the other side of the fire.

She lifted her head first then paused, listening for any movement from the men. Her legs were wobbly as she got up on her hands and knees, and she paused again, taking a deep, slow breath and thinking of the gold. After getting to her feet, she paused, but there was no interruption in the snoring of the men. The fire had died down to embers. She crept around it, picking her way through the items strewn through the campsite, stumbling over the tattered remains of her dress. She lifted it, but it was beyond salvage. With a sigh she dropped it and turned away, only to trip again. Her arms pin wheeling, she caught her balance as she waited to see if the noise had awoken anyone. After minutes had passed without movement her heart started beating again and she looked down at the saddlebag at her feet. The flap had been knocked open when she’d tripped over it, and she could see a wad of cloth jammed inside. She pulled out a rough cotton shirt and a pair of denim pants. It must’ve been Junior’s pack, as both were way too big for her. She rolled the sleeves of the shirt way up and rummaged through the saddlebag until she found a length of rope to slide through the belt loops to keep the pants from falling off. With the cuffs turned up and her own boots laced up, she wasn’t stylish, but she wasn’t naked either.

She eased up to the pack saddle. Tucker leaned against the tree trunk, barely six inches away. The saddle was heavy, but she’d known it would be. She’d helped them pack it, back at the bank, with a pistol to persuade her. She lifted the saddle, staggered, then locked her arms underneath it and began working her way towards the horses.

The horses threw their heads up at her approach and she froze, letting them settle down. The last thing she needed was for them to wake the men. She approached the nearest horse, a solidly built, nondescript brown gelding that stood and watched her curiously as she heaved the loaded pack saddle onto his broad back. He pinned his ears and stamped a hind foot when she tightened the cinches.

Leaving the saddled horse tied to the line next to the others, she headed back to the fire. Her heart was pounding as she worked her way through the camp and gathered weapons. Junior and Shorty had removed their gun belts, and she plucked the pistols from the holsters where they’d been flung near the bedrolls. She stepped carefully over their sprawled limbs and tucked the pistols into the waistband of her oversized pants.

Tucker still wore his Colt as he slept sitting up, his head flopped forward and his face hidden from view by his broad-brimmed hat. His hands lay in his lap, just inches from the gun. Rose held her breath, took hold of the butt of the pistol with two fingers and eased it from the holster. She stood up and breathed again, just as Tucker moved. She froze. He stretched his arms out in front of him, rubbed his face with one hand, then tipped his head the other way and settled back to sleep. She didn’t waste any time backing away, afraid he would awake enough to realise she was there. At the edge of the camp she hesitated. She looked back for a long moment at the strong edge of Tucker’s jaw and chin, all she could see of his face.

With a shake of her head, she hurried back to the horse that now carried the gold and untied him. She started to lead him away, but stopped as a thought occurred to her. Moving quickly down the line of horses, she turned the other four loose, then headed through the trees in the direction of the spot where Tucker had found her.

After half an hour of walking, listening intently for any sign of pursuit, she got to the clearing where she’d left her own horse. She swung into the saddle with a sigh of relief. Now all she had to do was avoid the outlaws and the posse and she was home free.

 She finally stopped, exhausted, long after the sun had risen. She worked her way to the centre of a thick copse of trees. There was a small patch of grass, and she picketed the horses without unsaddling them then curled up to sleep on the damp ground in the warmth of a beam of sun.

The heat of the day awoke her, the sun past its peak, well into the afternoon. She sat up and stretched, lifting her damp hair off her neck to let the breeze reach her skin. She looked around her. The two horses grazed nearby, their tails swishing to keep the insects away. She could hear the sound of running water and went to pull their picket pins. The horses followed her eagerly towards the smell of the water. It was a lovely little stream, dropping down a few feet in a sweet little waterfall into a pool where the water gathered, cool under the shade of a few ancient, spreading trees. Both horses sank their muzzles into the water and drank. She followed suit, kneeling in the damp bank and cupping her hands to scoop up water. It spilled down her throat, cold on the hot skin of her neck and chest.