The man’s eyes sparkled as he glanced around at his fellow outlaws and grinned. “Boys…I think we have found ourselves a new home.”
The other men laughed from deep within their throats as the leader dropped down to eye Shelly keenly. “Listen, I want to make something clear. We don’t want to hurt you. We steal money and damn near anything we need to survive, but we would rather not murder anyone…but especially not a pretty thing like yourself. I admire your bravery.” When her eyes met his, the man seemed genuine. “Really. I appreciate you telling us the truth. It makes me think that we can get along.”
“What do you want?” Shelly inquired, trying to keep her voice strong and clear. The last thing she wanted was for them to know how truly terrified she was of them.
“We need a place to lay low for a while. We pulled of a big score a few towns back and we need a place where no one will think to look for us. We were gonna rob you and leave, but I think this is too good of an opportunity to pass up. So, if you can give us that, we promise we will not hurt you.”
“How long do you have to stay?” Shelly asked, knowing that she didn’t have much of a choice, if she wanted to keep her life.
“A few weeks. A month at most. Just until the dust clears and they think were long gone.”
“How do you know that you will keep your word?”
“You don’t, but by letting you live your normal life and not making you a hostage, we are taking a risk too.”
Shelly considered this for a moment. She was still afraid of them, but there was something about the leader at least, that she started to trust.Considering that the three of them were outlaws though, she wasn’t about to give into that feeling absolutely. Yet, she couldn’t help but hold a curiosity about them.
Thinking positively, she decided that while this wasn’t the adventure she thought she would have, at least this was different from her life thus far.
Also, if she did survive this, she would probably be adventured out for the rest of her life, feeling completely content with her books and her ranch.
“So, what do you say? Will you help us out?” The leader asked, eyeing her seriously.
Shelly locked eyes with him and eventually, she agreed.
This seemed to please all three of the men and they backed away, giving her some personal space.
Not sure what else to do, she figured she should be a good host, like her mother had taught her. “When I saw you, you were in the kitchen instead of rooting around looking for valuables…Would you like something to eat?”
Shelly seriously doubted that this was what her mother had in mind when she told her that she should always be a gracious host, but she supposed that she had to work with what she was dealt.
“Well, that is awfully nice of you.” The leader exclaimed, seeming slightly cautious.
Shelly shook her head. “Well, if you aren’t hungry, that’s fine too. I’ll go up to bed and you can fend for yourselves.”
“No.” The leader answered quickly. He looked at the man who had grabbed Shelly from behind and gave him a command. “Go with her. Make sure everything goes well and if she needs any help, be a gentleman.” He grinned.
The man turned his attention to Shelly. “After you.”
She simpered carefully and hurried offinto the kitchen. She had no intention of trying anything. Instead, she was curious about how this was all going to play out. Therefore, she was thankful for the extra hands. Before reaching the kitchen doorway however, she turned around. “Oh and I would suggest you two clean up before dinner. There are two separate bathrooms upstairs and plenty of hot water.”
At first, the leader seemed as though he didn’t like her telling them what to do, but after a moment he shrugged and turned towards the staircase.
The four of them shared a meal before going to bed.
The next day, the men allowed Shelly to go about her business, exactly as they promised. They laid low and slowly became inclined to trust her. She wasn’t planning to try and hurt them and eventually, they realized that for sure.
Despite being outlaws, they were respectful of her and seemed to appreciate the attention she gave them.
After a few days, when the four of them had settled into a routine of sorts, Shelly couldn’t help but think that, in a strange way, was enjoying the company. It seems strange to her, but after a week went by, she was almost dreading the idea that one day, they were going to leave.
Then, one night, the four of them were sitting by the fire in her large drawing room and the leader, who she now knew as Troy, struck up a conversation.
“So, how is it that a woman like you, young as you are, came to acquire this ranch? Are you widowed?”
Shelly shook her head. “This was my family’s house. When my parents died, I lost the will for a life that most would call normal.”
“Well, this ain’t really living…” The muscle of the group, Bronx insisted.
“It’s better than the alternative.” Shelly admitted. “Loving a man literally to death and dying of a broken heart, leaving your daughter to fend for herself.”
“Is that why you don’t want anyone here?” The trigger happy fellow, Dustin inquired.
Shelly’s shoulders raised up to her ears and fell back into place lamely. “What about you guys? What made you become outlaws?”
“Oh, you don’t want to hear about us.” Troy insisted.
“Yes, I do.” Shelly replied, genuinely intrigued by the possibility that she might learn their story.
Troy was quiet for a moment, considering what she was asking. “Well, for me, I grew up an orphan. I was dropped on the street and left there to die. I didn’t, but that was only because I was taken in by an outlaw couple. When they were killed, I was on my own and being an outlaw by association and skill was the only skill I had. So, I embraced it and here I am.”
“I was a sheriff of a local town.” Dustin offered. “I was well-respected, until one man came into town, challenged me to a duel and shot me in the arm. He declared that he was the new sheriff and the people ran me out of town, fearful I couldn’t protect them anymore. I had nowhere to go and after being unable to get another way to make money, I joined up with Troy.”
“I was on the run anyway.” Bronx spoke up. “Not from the law though. I had a whole mess of gambling debts.” He sighed. “I came to Troy in order to get them all straightened out and he let me leave the town. I’ve since paid off my debts, but I can’t go home and I owe my life to Troy, so I stayed.”
“Wow…” Shelly replied, looking from one man to the other and feeling badly for each of them. She was always thankful that she was well off, because she knew once her family died, she was so bitter that if she didn’t already have the ranch, this could have easily become her life. She could have been on the run also and as a woman, with few social and survival skills, she likely wouldn’t have made it more than a few days. To that, she felt for them, realizing that it was likely they didn’t have any other options available to them. “I am so sorry. That is awful.”
“Not really…” Troy answered nonchalantly. “At least we are free from the bounds of society. After you come to the realization that this is your life and there ain’t much you can do about it, you learn to live with what you’ve got. It’s actually far more exciting than it is anything else. It keeps your heart racing and the constant fear of death makes you live far more than most would ever think possible.” He snickered at this thought and everyone fell into silent contemplation.
In this moment, Shelly mulled around what he had said in her mind. She had always been attracted to a life of adventure, even though her life has always been a little bit mundane. Therefore, she imagined what it would be like to be one of them. Having observed how they operate for a little while now, she figured she would be safe with them, at least. Plus, she would have a camaraderiethat, as Troy put it, would be so consumed by the idea that death could happen at any moment, that she could live without fearing that death would sneak
up on her.
Shelly had never thought much about death until the day her father died and then her mother. However, after all of that was over, she feared death, which was why she refused to have any friends or loved ones. With the way Troy described their life though, death was never a surprise, because they were always staring it in the face.
In a strange way, much like the rest of her experiences with the outlaws, their lifestyle was intriguing and this particular aspect of it was actually comforting.
“So…” Troy began, almost as though he was nervous. Yet, he paused and allowed his eyes to connect with Shelly’s while she waited patiently for him to continue. “Excuse me if I’m being bold, but I have to know…The way you talk, it seems like you have never been with a man.”
“No.” Shelly replied, almost self-consciously. “Before, I was saving myself for my husband, but after, I haven’t even had a courtship, so there would be no opportunity to...engage in such behavior.”
He agreed and beamed, inching closer to her. His eyes now fixed more on her bosom than any other part of her body.
Suddenly, Shelly felt warm, as though the fire roaring in front of them had suddenly intensified its heat exponentially. At the same time, she felt the hair on her arms stand up on end.
She had felt something for the men ever since she came to the conclusion that they weren’t going to harm her. Her curiosity had quickly melded into attraction, but until this moment, she had paid it no mind. Now however, as she felt their eyes on her, as though they were intent on ravishing her right where she stood, she could think of nothing else. Her mind raced with the choice that she instinctively knew she would have to make incredibly soon.
“Would you like to be with a man? Or is that not something you are interested in?” Troy inquired in a deep throated, sensual tone.
Shelly felt her eyes pass around to stare at each of the men before her voice came through to them. “Are you asking?” She finally expressed when her eyes reached back to hold Troy’s glance.
“If you’re offering.” His lips coiled into a dirty sneer and his eyes flashed with anticipation. “I guarantee you won’t regret it.”
Shelly laughed carefully and felt her cheeks blush as she fixed her attention on Troy. However, with the intensity of the moment, Shelly was startled by the feel of a hand on her shoulder and a sultry voice cooing in ear. “Let us give you a first time that you will never forget.”
With that, she felt her body be pulled up and a hand slap across her bottom. She yelled and leapt away, surprised at first, but turned back around with a seductive look in her eyes and she answered in a teasing tone. “Hey! What was that for?”
Shelly heard a groan of excitement come from behind her, before she felt herself be yanked around, having her back be pressed heavily against Troy. She noticed his scent before she heard his voice. “We’re outlaws, remember? We don’t play by the rules.”
She felt his lips against the nape of her neck and her whole body seemed to become entranced in a glorious feeling of wonder and excitement. She moaned as the waves of attraction rippled over her, causing her blood to pump quickly through her veins, causing her to feel every single touch with magnified precision.
As his lips trailed up and down her neck, across her exposed shoulder blades, she felt Bronx move towards her carefully. When his hands rested on her pure white nightgown, his fingers gently pulled the sleeves off of her shoulders, exposing her firm, supple breasts.
Bronx seemed to be drawn to them like a moth to a flame, for as soon as they were uncovered, his hands grasped at them with desperation as he let a long breath spill out.
Instinctively, Shelly moved her arms in the way of her bareness, but Troy pulled her arms back quickly, so that she was completely exposed to their liking. She felt his head nudge against her ear before his voice broke through the moans of anticipation. “Trust us. You are going to enjoy this, Shelly.” The heated way in which Troy spoke her name melted her insides and caused a grin to ease onto her lips. Encouraged, she thrust her bosom towards Bronx and giggled at his encouraged reaction. He squeezed her breasts with authority that she wasn’t quite sure he had in him, while troy continued to nuzzle into her neck. After squeezing her breasts, his fingers trickled down to culminate against her nipple. He stroked it gently, but the intense shock that she felt cascading through her caused Shelly to shudder, almost as though trying to block him. However, Troy held her tighter, so that all she could do was whimper as she felt a wetness form between her thighs.
Again, Shelly swallowed hard, trying to comprehend all of the emotions that seemed to be flooding her body. Despite her natural, virgin reactions, she never wanted this intensity to stop. She loved the coursing thrill that wound through her body, igniting her soul in a passion that she never knew existed. She needed to feel more of the ecstasy that seemed to come with an overabundance of emotion, but mostly, she wanted to see how much better this experience could get.
Shelly quivered an inhale and let loose a ragged breath with the realization that she was at the mercy of these outlaws. The slight amount of reservation she held from the unknown was only enough to fuel her building desire.
“Oh, so you like that, huh?” Troy antagonized in his gravelly voice, before Dustin backed away and Troy shoved Shelly into the arms of another.
When Shelly realized what was happening, since the motion was quick, she opened her eyes and saw Dustin, who no longer had any clothes on, grasping onto her shoulders, holding her steady.
In an instant after she stopped moving, she felt her nightgown be tugged off of her, along with her undergarments. It happened so quickly, that she only had time to gasp before she saw Dustin’s gaze leering over her. His lips coiled into a simper as he spoke to her. “That’s better.”
Yet, she had no time to give any kind of response to him before Dustin spun her around and pressed his manhood close to her bodice. She had only gotten a glimpse of him, but what she had seen of his barrel chest and rippling muscles, had caused her to want to see more.
Now, she could feel his warmth against her body while he pulsated against her as she felt him grasp at her breasts and toppled them over in his hand.
She closed her eyes and relished in the moment, feeling her body slip against his, leaning on him heavier with each ragged breath.
She felt her womanliness thrust eagerly, to the same rhythm as Dustin’s rod. Her body seemed to move in a natural motion, in accordance with her own desires. Having him rubbing up against her, caused Shelly to feel an intense amount of allure and her body seemed to react appropriately without her even having to think.
In fact, she was certain at this point that she couldn’t think, even if she wanted to. They had stolen her will to do anything but be with them in only a few strokes and now, she allowed her mind to relax as she floated away into a mirage of heightening intensity.
Soon enough, Shelly felt her body being tugged backwards, before she was seated, overtop of Dustin on the couch.
His slim, virile body eased itself down, so that he could hold her securely, spreading her legs apart with his own and massaging her breasts with his hands.
She yelped slightly when he thrust open the entrance to her secret spot, but immediately, her head was thrust back, over the other side of the couch by a hand that had seized either side of her head and a hard kiss interrupted any further noise that she made. She groaned as a tongue thrust deep into her mouth, but the sound was completely muted. She felt the lips burrow into her mouth, exploring it with keen precision, as an enticing taste filled her senses.
She tried to wriggle around, but the men had made it so that she was completely at their mercy. Shelly felt as though she should probably be nervous, but instead, she simply wanted more. Despite herself, she absolutely loved what they were doing to her. She didn’t want it to stop.
Once she was in place, she felt hands on her body, sliding up and down her thin torso, before Dustin grasped her breasts and protruded them out, for anot
her devilishly delightful wandering tongue.
At first, she felt a wetness encircling her nipple, but soon after a mouth latched onto the chosen breast and suckled on it with tantalizing vigor.
Shelly found herself moaning and gasping, but the lips that continued to plunder her mouth would not allow her to pick her head up in order see anything that was going on around her. So, she writhed with sensual intoxication as she put a greater focus on the sensations the men were giving her.
After the mouth on her bosom had traveled over to her other breast and caused both nipples to stand erect, she felt the kisses move down her navel and toy with the cleft between her thighs.
This caused her to feel even more heated as breaths became entirely elusive. Shelly heaved and groaned as she felt large fingers carefully instigate her needy place until she felt her carnal lips be spread in time for a silky touch to probe her.
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