by Liliana Hart
“I know, love. Don’t worry about it now. Get out of those clothes and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep by the time she came back in from taking the horse to the barn. His wet clothes still clung to his body, and she could feel the heat radiating from him before she touched her hand to his forehead.
“Wake up, love,” she said, shaking him awake. “You’re going to have to help me, Dillon. I can’t carry you up the stairs by myself. You’ve got to get well before we can make those dreams a reality.”
He took her hand and heaved himself to his feet, and they made their way slowly up the stairs to his big black bed. She undressed him quickly, drying him briskly while admiring the rigid muscles on his chest and stomach. Every inch of him was chiseled and hard, and Cole hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said Dillon’s cock was bigger than his. Even flaccid against his thigh, it made her fearful even as it excited her.
“I don’t think this fever’s going to go away if you keep looking at me like that,” he said. “As much as I’d like to be inside you right now, I just don’t think I’d give be giving my best performance.”
“Well then, I guess I’d better get busy and nurse you back to health, because I’d really like you to be inside me as well.”
Victoria rebandaged and cleaned the wound at his side, breathing a sigh of relief when she noticed the infection wasn’t too severe, and she tucked the silk sheets around him. She sponged his brow before asking, “Do you feel up to telling me what happened?”
“Cole tracked us down about five miles outside of Grand Junction. We’d been able to track the Blackstone Gang that far, but we’d lost their trail. We were trying to decide which path to take when Cole showed up. He told us what you’d heard about the bank in Grand Junction, and we knew that must be where he’d planned to hit. We were able to stop the robbery, but the Blackstone Gang got wind of the trap we’d set and we weren’t able to catch all of them. But we were able to catch one of the bastards. By the time we were done questioning him we had a few other names and some locations. The man wasn’t too high up in the pecking order, so he couldn’t tell us much. But it was enough.
“A couple of the other marshals and I split up in pairs and started checking out the names we were given. Each of the names had one person in common—either they’d worked for him before in some capacity, played poker with him, or in one case, a man was even related to him. I believe you might have heard of him. Harold Cromley.”
“What?” Victoria said. “That can’t be. He wasn’t there the day the wagon train was robbed. I would have recognized him.”
“No, he wasn’t there that day. But he’s the one who hired the men to rob the wagons in the first place. He’s the one behind all the robberies. It turns out that Harold wanted you dead pretty badly. There was a stipulation in your betrothal contract that if anything should happen to you before the wedding, then Harold would gain a large percentage of your father’s shipping company as restitution.”
“That son of a bitch,” Victoria said, so furious she could barely see straight.
“He certainly is. He’d already heard we’d been asking questions around town, and when we went out to his ranch, he was waiting for us with gunfire. One of the other marshals didn’t make it. The only satisfaction I got was that my bullet winged his leg just before his got me. It was enough for the others to rush the house and capture him. They’ve already started rounding up members of the Blackstone Gang from their hiding places. It’ll all be over soon.”
“What about Cole and Holly? They’ve been worried sick and went to look for you.”
“I figured they would, so I left a note for them with the sheriff in Wilmont. They’re going to be taking advantage of the services of the Wilmont Hotel for a few days. It’s my turn to have you all to myself.”
Victoria leaned in close and rubbed her lips gently against his, finally getting to taste him for the first time. “Get some rest, my love. I’ll be here when you wake.”
***
Dillon slept soundly for two days while his body fought off the fever and the summer storms continued to rage. He spent part of the time delirious and speaking about things that made no sense, but Victoria was there to wipe his brow and soothe him with gentle words.
By the third day, his fever had broken and he was moving around well enough that he was able to check on the horses and see to their care. The wound in his side was uncomfortable, but nothing he couldn’t live with.
Victoria was able to wash his sheets and air out his room while he was out of the house. She found another set of identical sheets in his wardrobe and put them on the bed. But the last three days caught up with her, and before she knew it she was sound asleep.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” Dillon whispered in her ear.
She opened heavy eyelids and stretched languorously, noticing immediately that her dream had come true. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the bed, and she was completely naked, the feel of the silk sheets sinuous against her skin.
“I think you’ve got the wrong fairy tale,” she said, testing the strength of the bonds gently. “I don’t remember this part of the story.”
“Hmm, you could be right. I guess we’ll have to make our own.”
“I’m going to be very angry if I wake up again before you make me come.”
“I guess I should get to work.”
Dillon lowered his mouth to hers, nipping at her lips and stroking her tongue with his own. “Better than I dreamed,” he said.
He was hard behind the seam of his trousers and he pressed against her, making her moan with the pleasure that shot through her system. He ran his fingers through the silky mass of goldenrod curls and angled her head so he could take the kiss deep, make it hotter. He kissed her until she felt his possession to the depths of her soul. His hand skimmed along her hip and up to the undersides of her lush breasts.
“Christ, Victoria. Your body was made for me. Look how perfect we fit together.” He kneaded her generous curves, plucking at her rigid nipples until she was straining against the bonds at her hands and feet.
“Untie me, Dillon. I want to touch you.”
“Not this time, baby. I’ll be gone as soon as you get those hands on me. I’m going to claim you. Fast and hard this first time. This time it’s real, Victoria.”
“Yesss,” she hissed as he replaced the hands at her breasts with his mouth. Her breath came in shallow pants and she pushed against him, her body wild with need for the hot male flesh that pressed between her thighs.
Victoria moaned in protest as Dillon moved off of her and stood at the side of the bed. Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs. They gazed into each other’s eyes with heat and passion and didn’t break contact as Dillon quickly stripped out of his clothes and climbed back between her thighs.
His large hands slid under her back and skimmed down until he grasped her bottom in his hands and tilted her pelvis up so his cock grazed the sensitive flesh. She looked down her body and gulped at the sight of him. He sat on his knees so his cock strained against his belly, large and ridged, the head plump enough to make her swallow in trepidation. And then he slid his flesh up and down her sensitive folds and she forgot to breathe. Every passing touch was just enough to send shivers down her spine, but not enough to give her the fulfillment she longed for.
“Oh, God. Please. It’s not enough, Dillon. Don’t tease me. I need all of you.”
“I don’t know,” he said, his glacial eyes intense on hers as he kept up the maddening motion. “It seems that maybe this first time won’t be fast after all. I think I like having you at my mercy.”
“Dillon,” she growled. “I’ll pay you back for this. I swear.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” He leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the taut bud and suckling gently. He released her with a soft pop and kissed his way up her neck to her lips, his shaft pushing harder a
gainst her but still not inside her.
“Did you know this is exactly what I wanted to do to you the first time I saw you lying naked in Cole and Holly’s bed? I don’t know how long I stood there watching you, imagining what you’d feel like in my arms. Wondering what you tasted like.”
He kissed his way back down her body until his mouth whispered over her sex. He took her in his mouth, his tongue hot, his strokes like liquid fire. He sucked at her clit, swirling his tongue around the swollen nub before moving down and licking inside of her. Victoria screamed as a climax came out of nowhere, shaking her with the intensity of her release.
“Yeah, baby. You taste so good. Like honey and ripe peaches.” He kissed his way back up her belly until their bodies were perfectly aligned. “You’re so wet for me. So ready.”
Dillon untied the restraints at her ankles and brought her legs up so her knees rested over his shoulders, and he groaned as he saw her pussy open and weeping for him, greedy for his flesh.
Something primal entered his eyes as her reared up over her, the plump head of his cock probing at her folds. Victoria closed her eyes and held her breath as he found her entrance and began the slow push inside her. She gasped as he stretched her farther than she’d imagined possible, and she arched her hips just as he slid all the way home.
He drove in to her—high and hard and deep—every thrust claiming her as his. She closed her eyes and let the feelings overwhelm her senses. This wasn’t just an act of possessing her body. He was taking everything she was. Everything she had to give. And she couldn’t help but respond to his need.
“Look at me, Victoria,” he whispered against her mouth.
He released her legs from over his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, not wanting to lose the incredible closeness they’d had. She opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“I love you, Victoria. You’re mine forever. And I’m yours.”
He kissed her with all the pent up need and passion he possessed, delving his tongue inside her mouth even as his cock stroked inside of her pussy. He rocked against her in a hard, steady rhythm, and her inner muscles strained and grasped around his shaft as she pushed her hips against him.
Something primitive and feral coiled deep inside of her, until her nerve endings vibrated like the ends of a tuning fork. He slammed against her one last time and her climax tore through her with the ferocity of the storm raging outside. Dillon threw back his head and followed her over the edge.
Several hours later, Victoria lay contented in Dillon’s arms, watching the rain patter against the window.
“What are you thinking?” Dillon asked, running a finger down her spine to the crease of her buttocks.
“I’m thinking that your bed feels just right. There’s no place I’d rather be.”
Dillon flipped her to her stomach and slipped into her from behind and whispered against the back of her neck, “Good, because I’m sure as hell not letting you leave it for awhile.”
Victoria flexed her fingers into the bed and cried out as Dillon made good on his promise.
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LINKS TO MY OTHER BOOKS
The MacKenzie Series
Dane
Thomas
Riley
Cooper
A MacKenzie Christmas
MacKenzie Box Set (includes the 5 books listed above)
Cade
Shadows and Silk
Secrets and Satin
Sins and Scarlet Lace
The MacKenzie Security Series (includes the 3 books listed above)
The Collective Series
Kill Shot
The Rena Drake Series
Breath of Fire
The Addison Holmes Mystery Series
Whiskey Rebellion
Whiskey Sour
Whiskey For Breakfast
The JJ Graves Mystery Series
Dirty Little Secrets
A Dirty Shame
Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
Standalone Novels/Novellas
All About Eve
Paradise Disguised
Catch Me If You Can
Who’s Riding Red?
Goldilocks and the Three Behrs
Strangers in the Night
Naughty or Nice
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