by Vanessa Vale
Somehow Jack knew when I was done. Perhaps it was the fact that I loosened my grip on his hair. Perhaps it was because I was no longer squeezing his shoulders with my thighs. Perhaps it was because I was no longer shouting his name for the east half of town to hear.
“I’m going to be bald before the year is out, sweetness.” Grinning, he ran his hand over his hair. I couldn’t miss the way his mouth was wet.
“Stop calling me sweetness,” I grumbled, but it was difficult to be cranky with him when he just made me feel so damn good.
He leaned over me, kissed me. His tongue touched mine and he tasted… different. I realized I was tasting myself. Lifting his head, he looked down at me, ran his thumb over my lips. “Not a chance,” he countered. “Your pussy’s too sweet for you to be called anything else.”
Sitting back on his haunches, I saw how his cock rose from the dark thatch of hair I could glimpse from his open pants. It pointed straight up and nudged his belly.
“It’s time to get my cock inside you.”
“You do it with your clothes on?” I wondered. He only exposed the most important parts for the act, but I wanted to see all of him.
His grin spread across his handsome face as he moved to stand beside the bed. Slowly, he shucked his shirt and his pants, quickly looming before me naked. Oh, my. I took in his broad shoulders, the solid chest, the sprinkling of dark hair smackdab in the middle of his chest that narrowed to his navel, then into a straight, thin line that went directly south to his—
“Like what you see, sweetness?”
I liked what I saw very much. He was just too far away. I wanted to touch all that tanned skin, to run my palms over those ridged and grooved muscles. I wanted to wrap my hand around him again and feel him pulse against my fingers. Most of all, I wanted him deep inside me. I just wondered how he was going to fit.
“I can see you thinking from here,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. This only thrust his member out toward me a little more. “Clearly, I didn’t do a good enough job eating that perfect pussy.”
He put a knee on the bed and grabbed my ankle, pulled me slowly across the bed toward him. My eyes widened at the predatory gleam in his eye.
“Jack, I think—”
“See? Thinking.” Instead of parting my legs and working that massively large piece of flesh into me, he flipped me onto my belly, hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me up onto my knees. I only had enough time to look over my shoulder when his hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.
“Jack!” I cried, this time in a completely different tone. “You hit me!”
He did it again, the sound reverberating through the room. “I spanked you, and you needed it.”
“I did not,” I sputtered, but he did it again and again until I slumped and let him hold me up.
With one last stinging strike, he said, “There. Now you aren’t thinking.”
As he released his hold, I spun away from him and tugged my chemise down over my thighs as far as it would go as I knelt before him, my bottom hot and tender.
He tilted his chin in my direction. “Take that off.”
I glanced down at my last remaining covering—the stockings were not what I considered helpful to my modesty—and noticed that my breasts were clearly defined through the thin fabric and I could see the hard points of my nipples jutting out. Releasing the grip on the hem, I crossed my arms over my chest.
When I saw Jack’s eyes darken, then one brow rise, I realized I’d only accented my bosom instead of hiding it. “I had my head between your legs just a minute ago, sweetness. What’s got you all riled now?”
“You spanked me,” I replied, feeling justified in my anger. I couldn’t help that my body ached for this man. There was principle at stake.
“Yes, and like I said, you needed it. At the way you’re behaving, you’re going to need to be tossed over my knee often enough. I guess I went too light on you just now.”
My mouth fell open. “You will not do that again!” I said, trying to look as indignant as I sounded. It wasn’t working very well having a conversation with a naked man.
He reached for me and I darted back away from his hold. I caught a flash of his grin before I was lifted and settled over one strong thigh, his hard member pressing into my belly. I started to wiggle and he hooked his other leg over both of mine.
Shifting, he settled me so my upper body was across the bed by his side.
“You’ll be face down, hands on the floor when I spank you, but this time, since we don’t need the entire hotel to know what’s not their business, you can muffle your sounds in the blanket.” He pushed up my thin chemise and stroked his palm over my bottom.
He didn’t wait for me to reply, to question him or even flinch. This wasn’t a quick swat or two. This was a consistent, steady spanking, his hand falling all over my bottom and the tops of my thighs. It wasn’t overly hard, but the feel of hot tingles spread across my skin.
I did muffle my sounds in the blanket, just as he’d said. I was furious with him having been placed as I was, being treated as I was, but the searing heat morphed into something different. I found my body relaxing into each of his swats and I sighed.
“That’s it, sweetness. Give yourself to me. There’s nothing to think about but what I’m doing to you.”
He offered up one last spank before he slid his hand between my thighs and found me wet. I tried to pinch my legs together, but with his other hand, he gave another swat. “Give. Over.”
I slumped down again as he played with me.
“You’re drenched. You like it and there’s no sense of denying it.”
He slid his fingers over every inch of me that he had before with his tongue, then dipped a finger inside, mimicking the action I knew his member would do soon enough.
“That right there, sweetness, is mine.” He nudged my maidenhead and I winced. “You’re to think about nothing but my cock filling you right up. I can always spank you some more if you need a little help.”
I didn’t say a word, only lifted my hips up toward his probing finger. I winced as he circled and pushed against it.
“I’m going to take your maidenhead now with my finger, ease my way in so I don’t hurt you.”
I’d heard that it was painful when it tore, but it felt as if Jack was doing everything in his power to keep that from occurring. Surely his member would breach it without any kind of precision.
“That’s it. I like when you squeeze my finger. I’m going to love it when you do that to my cock. Just a little more.” He continued his attentions, nudging, pulling back, circling, pushing again at my maidenhead until all at once his finger slid all the way into me.
He groaned while I gasped into the blanket. “You’re mine, sweetness. All mine.”
His finger touched me in new places. Deep places. Very carnal places. Nothing had ever been there before, not even my own hand. Gently, so very gently he moved in and out. It didn’t hurt, really, but it was uncomfortable. I was being stretched open, my tender tissues were resisting. But, Jack knew what he was doing and I couldn’t help but arch my hips into his actions, circling them and pushing back against his hand.
“So greedy, sweetness. Such a naughty girl.”
I should have hated his words, but they were true. I was starting to ride his finger. My body heated, my skin became slick with a hint of perspiration and I didn’t care any longer that he had spanked me. Hell, he could do it again if he wanted as long as he put his finger back inside of me afterward.
He pulled out with a wet sound from his finger and settled me upright, yet between his legs. With a simple lift and toss, my chemise was on the floor. Taking a brief moment to flick his gaze to my breasts, he moved me onto my back on the bed. He was rushing, but he was gentle about it. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was afraid I’d start to argue with him again or because his cock was turning a very vivid shade of plum. Resting on one forearm again, he nudged my thighs wide and settled bet
ween. This time, instead of his cock nudging my thigh, it settled directly at my core and with a slight adjustment, pushed right against my slick entrance.
“Lily,” he said.
His tone was grave and rough. His eyes were clear and filled with heat. His jaw was clenched and rugged. His cock was hard and intent. “I’d say there was no going back when my finger parted your maidenhead. I’d even say there’s no going back once my cock fills you and makes you mine. But really, there was no going back the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
I couldn’t believe the depth and sincerity in his words, for I felt the same way. One minute I was angrily crossing the thoroughfare, completely distracted from the world with my racing thoughts, the next I was in the arms of the man of my girlhood dreams—although I’d never imagined how pleasing he’d look naked. He was right. From the moment he rescued me, there was no going back. I would even spend the time he was off working at Dr. Bower’s house because he knew I would have some amount of protection staying there. It was also silly remaining in a hotel room while he was gone. If I was stir crazy in Dr. Bower’s house, I would surely go insane in a hotel.
I couldn’t say a word. He’d said it all, so I just nodded. With a slow thrust of his hips, he slid into me, one inch at a time. Pushing at his shoulders, I tried to squirm. Even though I was wet, and he’d made me come and he’d breached my maidenhead already, he was big.
“Jack, it’s too big. Your member, it’s so huge.”
He grinned, but not with the same ease as earlier. Instead, it was laced with a strong edge of tension. “No need for compliments, sweetness. I already said you were mine.”
Cocky little bastard.
“Don’t say such things if you don’t want to get spanked,” he uttered. Had I said that out loud? “If you want to say something, you can say cock. It’s not a member, it’s my cock. My cock is fucking your pussy.”
He spoke as if he were teaching a young child how to read. Mary and Jane played with a ball.
“Say it,” he repeated.
“Cock,” I muttered.
“Say all of it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Your cock is fucking my pussy.”
“You’re such a good girl when you say naughty things. Now, take a deep breath and let it out.”
He held himself still as I did so.
“Relax. That’s it. You’re so wet that I’m sliding in nice and easy.”
That was not what I thought.
He pulled back and moved back in again, a little further this time.
“Bring your knees up. Good. Now let’s see if this might help things.”
I didn’t know what was going to help get his… cock all the way in, but when he lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth, I knew he was going to be successful. My entire body softened at the hot spark of heat that the suction of his mouth caused. I arched my back, pushing my breast further toward him as I relaxed. Without even trying very hard, he slid home.
Yes, that’s where he was. Home. I felt perfectly connected with him.
I wasn’t sure if my gasp of pleasure was from being filled for the first time or from having his teeth rake over the very tip of my nipple. He lifted his head and looked down at me, his hand once again pushing my hair away from my face.
“There. I fit.” He started to pull back.
I grabbed his sides. “No! Don’t leave me.”
Lowering his head, he kissed my mouth. “I’ll never leave you, sweetness.”
His words pulled me from the lust-filled haze. “You’re leaving tomorrow.”
Being a Pinkerton was his job, his purpose, and I had to let him go. I didn’t want to, but I needed to. I, more than anyone, understood the need to wake up each day.
He stilled above me. “I am.” Lowering his head, he nudged my neck. “While I’m gone, remember this, remember me right here, buried deep inside you. This is where I belong. This is my home.”
I clenched about him as I realized he thought the same as me. He felt the same things as me.
“Promise me, Lily, that no matter what you hear while I’m gone, that this is real. I’m coming back. That this is the only place I want to be. With you. In you.”
He used my real name. He rarely did, which made his words serious. I met his dark gaze. “Yes. Home,” I repeated, then decided to give over once again. We had all night and I wasn’t going to ruin it. “Is this all it is? Are you done?”
His mouth quirked at the corner. “Hardly. The things I have planned for you.” He growled against my neck as he began to move in earnest.
We both stopped talking. He made me come not once, but twice, before he spent inside me, his seed pulsing into me, coating my walls and slipping from me. He didn’t leave me then, even when he pulled me into his arms. Nor did he leave me later when he woke me to take me again, then once again just before dawn.
He was gone, though, when I finally woke, the sun bright and high in the sky. Duty called and I returned home to Dr. Bower’s house; the only proof that I’d married Jack was the ring on my finger and the sticky soreness between my thighs.
CHAPTER FIVE
JACK
I caught up with Benson and his men a week after I left Butte. A week after I left the warmth of the bed I shared with Lily, and the warmth of Lily’s body. It had been the hardest thing I’ve ever done, walking away. I knew that when the papers printed the story about how I’d robbed the train, killed an engineer and fled with a metal box full of US currency, she would hate me. Hell, when I’d heard about it at some saloon in Bozeman, then found a newspaper, I’d been sick. I’d have hated myself, too. I could only imagine what she thought of me.
It had been no problem to keeping the entire job a secret when I had no one to tell. I hadn’t expected to leave the meeting and meet my future wife. I hadn’t expected I’d be married within a day. I’d given my word that I’d keep the arrangement confidential, but it had been damn near impossible keeping it from Lily. I’d told her I’d be back within two weeks, but it had taken half that time just to track Benson down.
Fuck, she hated me. There was nothing else that could be possible. I’d married her and fucked her good and hard, then left her within a matter of two days. The best two days of my life. Now, now I was an outlaw—a wanted man—on the run with Benson, helping him plan and plot his next robbery. The entire job was supposed to take about a week, but it was dragging on. And on. I should have just shot him, then I could get back to Lily immediately, but that wasn’t what the copper kings wanted. I couldn’t have just tied him up with rope and dragged him to the nearest sheriff, because then I’d probably be shot myself, since everyone in the territory had heard about how ruthless and dangerous Eli Pike was. Me, Eli Pike, the fake outlaw.
I told her she should go back to her family and the Lenox ranch, but she refused. She’d decided to remain in Butte with Dr. Bower since it was less than two weeks. But now, knowing she probably hated me, I was sure there would be four very angry brothers-in-law waiting for my return. A doctor with a scalpel would be the least of my concerns. Shit, one of her brothers-in-law was a doctor.
We were around a hastily made fire beneath a cottonwood at the bank of the Jefferson River. The breeze was strong enough where the smoke was taken away, allowing us to be fairly undetected. Indians, and a tracker like me, could easily pick up the scent from the fire a mile away, but I assumed the Indians were smart enough to stay away from this gang. The air was warm, hot even, after a string of chilly nights. Summer in the territory didn’t guarantee good weather, but at least it hadn’t rained except for one afternoon storm. Still, I was tired and irritated as fuck with these men.
“Get yer head out of your ass and find out the routine of the bank.”
Benson’s voice, rough from smoking and a hard life, grated on my every nerve, especially when he liked to make demands on me. I was doing everything in my control not to shoot him in the back as he took a piss. Why the colonel didn’t just have someone follow me an
d arrest him, I had no idea. The men’s plan had been good—catch Benson red-handed committing a crime so there’d be no chance of him escaping a guilty verdict—but after two weeks with them, I was thinking that wasn’t necessary. I had enough evidence personally to sway any judge in the territory. But where was the cavalry?
Unfortunately, the copper kings were sitting in their plush mansions waiting for word of the time and place of the next robbery. Only when I gave word would the colonel ready his men. Only after the robbery was complete and Benson captured would I be free to go back to Lily, if she’d still have me. I’d been gone too long, the cover too deep. My fear that she’d slam the door in my face, or Dr. Bower or the doctor brother-in-law swinging a scalpel at me and trying to flay me alive, had me edgy and irritable.
I bit the side of my tongue to keep from breaking my cover. Since we were focusing on the town of Bozeman, the bank on the edge of town for their—our—next heist, I was edgy and eager to end it all.
“Get Morgan on this shit,” I countered, settling back on the ground, resting my head against my saddle. Pushing my hat down over my eyes, I hoped to shut out more than just the sun. I couldn’t just go along with whatever he said. While Benson was ruthless—I feared for my life every night when I closed my eyes—I was the one who’d robbed a train. Benson stuck with banks. I had clout, outlaw clout, and I couldn’t forget it. He was expecting an asshole with a chip on his shoulder the size of the Montana Territory and I was going to give it to him. Anything less and I’d be gunned down for an imposter.
Benson had two cohorts, Morgan and Crumb. They were big and bumbling, more muscles than brains, which made them dangerous. They had guns and knew how to use them. Morgan also had a penchant for the knife he kept in a sheath on his hip. He liked cleaning his nails with it.
“We should all go in and check out the town,” Benson countered. I heard the scrape of his knife across a piece of kindling. He’d taken to whittling in these quieter times, and the sound offered a constant reminder that he was armed and dangerous. “‘Sides, my nuts are going to fall off if I don’t get myself a woman.”
