In Danger's Shadow: Cassandra Wilde Western Adventure (Half Breed Haven Book 2)

by A. M. Van Dorn

  “Hello, Dr. Fitzroy,” Chris greeted the man. “This is my friend, Kelly Streeter. How is my father doing?” He asked clasping his hands together.

  “Nice to meet you, Miss Streeter. Your father’s condition is unchanged, I am afraid. I will be back to check on him later, Chris,” The doctor answered, squeezing Chris’s shoulder. For a moment Chris braced his arms on the side of an upright piano along one wall of the sitting room and then nodded at the doctor.

  Fitzroy quickly said his goodbyes and left, giving Chris the room to explain to Cassandra that his father’s heart had been failing for almost ten years.

  “Dr. Fitzroy is a constant presence in our home,” He concluded.

  Cassandra nodded, subsequently following him down the hall and into the bedroom where his father was asleep. The room had the same warmth, as did the sitting room and hall. On the walls, there hung a couple of family pictures. The father looked healthier and chubbier in the pictures, and beside him in a particular picture was a woman, quite his age, and a younger version of Chris.

  There was a young boy about eighteen in the room as well, leaning over the bed. When he turned to look at them, Cassandra saw he looked Mexican with his wide chin and copper skin and seemed quite intent on wiping the older man’s brow.

  “Hello, Cruz. Brother, this is Miss Kelly Streeter.” Chris said to him, introducing Cassandra.

  “Hello, Miss Streeter,” The youngster said in a polite manner.

  “Hello, Cruz, good to meet you,” she said with a warm smile.

  “I will be able to help more with Father, Cruz. I’m no longer employed by Driscoll,” Chris told him as he looped his thumbs into his front pockets.

  “Oh, well, I’m sorry about the job,” Cruz said to him.

  “I’m not, Cruz. The man is insufferable!” Chris admitted. Cruz wasn’t much of a talkative youngster, it was clear. He got up from the bedside and came over to them with a nod.

  “Mr. Ting, next door, is out of town until tomorrow, so he will not be able to cook for us tonight. I’m gonna split some wood for the stove then boil some water and make our father’s favorite turkey soup for him to have when he wakes,” he told them, earning a smile from Chris.

  “That’s great, Cruz. Pop will be pleased, and I’m glad,” Chris told his brother. He guided Cassandra out of the room by the elbow followed by Cruz who was making his way to the back door. Chris pulled on the doorknob, shutting the door quietly behind them.

  “I know what you are thinking,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I have a Mexican brother.” He breathed as he turned to face her, clearing his throat. “It seems strange, I know. But you have to understand how my father came to adopt him. Pop was forced to kill Cruz’s blood father and uncle when he caught them trying to jump his gold mining claim. To make amends, he adopted Cruz. I guess it’s not every day that you meet a white man with a Mexican brother,” he finished speaking rapidly.

  Cassandra thought he was sweet.

  “Not so strange. Not to me, Chris. What if I were to tell you I have a brother, three half-sisters and a half-brother? He’s half Indian. As for my sisters, one is a colored woman, one is Chinese and the other is Mexican, too.” she told him with a grin, liking the surprise and happiness in his eyes. She imagined he took a lot of grief for his brother. Cassie had received some of that herself for her siblings. Some people didn’t get the notion of tolerance and she was glad he did. Cassandra liked him even more and found standing so close to him alluring.

  “I would say that you’re pulling my leg, but you have an honest face and I can see your care for your family in those beautiful eyes,” he told her, and she almost blushed. It was a nice compliment, a simple one, and yet it set her heart beating faster. The warmth and sincerity the way he had said it meant far more to her than Rory Russell shouting out how tight she was ever would. There was simply no comparison. It was high time for truth between them.

  “I haven’t been completely honest with you; my name isn’t Kelly Streeter; it’s Cassandra Wilde,” she said and he showed no undue reaction.

  “You’re not surprised?” She asked curiously.

  “Not at all. A lot of performers use stage names,” he said and she nodded, knowing he still didn’t understand.

  “Of course. However, there is more I need to tell you, but could we go to your room to talk with a measure of privacy?” she asked. He stared quietly at her face for a while before finally nodding and leading her away.

  His room was two rooms after his father’s. It was spacious with a desk, chair, and a large soft-looking bed. The white paint on the wall looked ordinary, yet it gave the edges of the room an alluring glow that made her admire his taste instead of the room itself. Her attraction for the man was now beyond the measure of any scale, and she found herself wondering if the bed was as comfortable as it looked.

  “First of all, I want to thank you again for defending my honor with Driscoll. That was very sweet, and I appreciate it,” she told him honestly.

  “Of course, think nothing of it. Men should not be laying hands on a woman without permission,” he told her righteously. Cassandra stepped up closer to him, her breasts touching his chest. Unlike with Driscoll, she liked the sensation this time. He had a strong chest that made hers flattening against it feel quite pleasurable.

  “You are right, but then … there are some men a lady wouldn’t mind having certain hands laid on her … including the hands of a man in this very room,” she said, putting her arms around his waist as she spoke. She was gaining more confidence with every second that she spent with him. He flushed, but she could see excitement growing in his eyes.

  For her part Cassie realized this had been preordained from the moment she had first spied him at his piano. Things always moved quickly with the Wilde sisters, but this was different. Her thoughts about how long it had been since she had been with someone that she genuinely cared about returned to her. To her astonishment here it was, the very thing she had been longing for. Life truly could throw the unexpected across one’s path at any moment. She locked eyes with the man and could see his amazement was just as profound.

  “I can’t believe this is happening to me. Such a beautiful woman interested in …” She could imagine those words spreading like wings in his head or perhaps he was whispering them. Either way, she interrupted him with a kiss, holding herself tight to his strong chest.

  The kiss was brief but arousing. His lips, for a man, were soft and plum. They were warm, gently vibrating as hers closed around them. When she pulled back and saw the mixture of excitement, shock, and arousal in his eyes, she chuckled and stared deeply into his eyes.

  “Believe it, Chris. A Wilde always gets her man, one way or another, and today, you … are … that … man,” she told him, kissing him more firmly. He returned her kiss this time around, his hands reaching for her waist. His lips were softer than she had perceived earlier and they were eager now. As their tongues touched, she felt that longed-for thrill she had not felt from a man in such a while, glad she had trusted her instincts with this one. His lower lips clutched tightly to her upper one, pulling, demanding more. When she plastered her body once more to his, giving him more space into her mouth, she heard a soft groan, confirming that she was really getting to him.

  His hands had begun to move downwards from her waist, slowly caressing the curves of her hips. She tempted him more again, wiggling her body against his. She smiled into his mouth when a soft groan escaped his lips again, loving the way she affected him.

  Before they broke apart, Cassandra let him part her lips with his tongue, the space between her thighs lighting up with want as soon as his tongue found the soft tissues of her mouth. He tasted everywhere, dragging breaths from her throat and putting a little of his deep down into her throat. The sizzling effect of their rolling tongues, Cassandra surprisingly felt at the tip of her breasts. The tiny buds came alive, taunting her to ask for more until they finally their bodies separated but their hands s
till clutched the other’s.

  “Oh Cassandra. When you first walked into Driscoll’s, I wondered if I might have been dreaming. I knew Driscoll would be all over as fine a woman as you. You’ve got no idea how long I was pacing back and forth before I decided to make sure that pond scum wasn’t bothering you. I couldn’t stand the thought.” Chris admitted struggling to catch his breath, “It makes my heart sing to be with you…here…now,” he said and Cassandra’s own heart easily told her it was high time they took everything a notch higher.

  “Then sing for me, Chris.” She whispered, “Such a caring, handsome, strong man must be able to sing in ways a woman like myself desires.” she told him softly, gazing into his clear blue eyes. The desire in them matched her own feelings that were rising from every inch of her pleasure spots. She wanted him to touch her under her dress. She wanted out of the dress too, so she could see her nakedness through his eyes and let him devour her like the gentleman that he was. A heartbeat later she had peeled it off, lying it discarded on the bedroom floor.

  Chris echoing her desire suddenly scooped her up in his strong arms, kissing her. He guided her arms around his neck as he took her to the bed, his lips sometimes leaving her lips to nibble on her neck. Cassandra threw her head to the back to give him more space, her body shuddering with pleasure as he traced kisses from her throat, down to the edges of her cleavage.

  By the time he laid her down, Cassandra had managed to have his groin fastened against hers. He could feel the warmth down there from his hardening cock as he gently placed her on the bed and quickly laid down next to her. He leaned so close, frantically kissing her neck and undoing her corset.

  Cassandra didn’t move in order to give his working hands a chance to set her free. She stared into his eyes the entire time, loving the admiration in them as he worked on her corset. The coming release of her large breasts were sure to be a relief that made her body want him more. At last he undid the final lace and Cassandra intentionally crossed her arms over breasts and slipped the shoulder straps down, pulling her corset to her waist finally freeing her breasts to his gaze.

  Chris’s eyes grew wide with wonder and insatiable lust as he pulled back to take in the view. Surprisingly, it was the first time since she met him that she had seen him look directly at her chest and the admiration was all she could have hoped for. So was his reaction. She watched as he gulped in breath hungrily and flicked his tongue out to taste his lips which parted to mutter soft lyrics that gave her the goose bumps. She let him slide closer now, his lips still pouring out more tunes, even as they met the soft flesh of her breasts.

  “Oh Chris.”

  She couldn’t stop herself. He was a romantic man and an excellent lover. Cassandra arched her back as his lips pecked her left breasts, causing a tingling that ran to her toes. She cried out softly when those lips found her one of her nipples next. He was slowly suckling it at first before his palm found her other breast. Soon he held both breasts in his palms, his suckles becoming more eager. His moan echoed with hers as he sang to her breasts with urgent lips, kissing her soft flesh, continuing suckling her tiny buds as she wriggled the rest of the way out of the corset leaving her stark naked.

  His lips travelled from her breasts to the middle of them and then downwards; he trailed a fine line from the middle of her boobs to her taut abdomen. She may not have had the six defined muscles like her youngest sister Catalina had and who liked to show them off with some amount of pride but hers were lean and hard enough. Chris rested there for a moment before he used his tongue to swirl around the circumference of her belly button and then he teased her by darting it in and out. A preview of what was to come perhaps? As his sensuous mouth was licking with vigor he used his right hand to gently squeeze one of her large breasts.

  Cassie felt her toes curl and the sweat began to glisten on her forehead. She welcomed him, twirling at her waist, so near to her place of pleasure and yet so far. Anticipation was wracking her body.

  “Please...” she moaned

  He heard her plea as his mouth travel to her Venus mound and he gently licked her honey well and stopped with admiration in his eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful, everywhere aren’t you?” it was clear to her that he had the same anticipation as hers and he moved to satisfy it.

  A second later he buried his head back between her legs; she parted her legs wider for him, Cassandra wanted him so badly.

  Chris stuck out his tongue and parted her lips; a moan escaped her as Cassie welcomed his wet tongue with a wave of ecstasy.

  With appreciable skill, he ran tongue over her the knob of all her pleasure, setting her to quiver on the bed. Chris scooped her slightly salty juice that poured down from the fountain of her crevice and glided it over her clit. Her moans increased.

  The man was playing her like his piano, only that his lips replaced the hands and she was making sweet melody from the loud moans. Cassandra started to dance again, arching her hips, shivering, crying out for more.

  He seemed to sense her budding release; he quickly stopped and decided to pleasure her with his fingers.

  “Kneel and back me” he commanded with the gentleness she had come to know from him.

  She quickly obeyed wondering what he planned next. Whatever it was she was up for it. Through a sensuous haze she found that the Cassandra Wilde who was the tough as nails ex-Pinkerton, leader of the formidable Daughters of Half Breed Haven had fallen away and was ready to do whatever he asked of her. It was so different with Chis…simply because she had come to care for the man in such a short time and now here in this bed she was no longer the take charge woman that she was. Cassandra let herself flow with whatever he desired.

  Now her heart shaped buttocks faced him as she knelt, her legs were sprawled out and she could hear him breathing deeply at the sight of her from behind. She knew he couldn’t wait to take her and the feeling was mutual.

  He slipped a finger into his mouth and moistened it and then slipped it into her from behind.

  “Oh...oh” Cassandra groaned.

  “More” she began to arch her hips.

  He dug deeper into her place of desire. She knew from experience men loved that she was tight and warm down there and enjoyed the feel of her heat inside.

  “Chris darling…” she moaned loudly. She looked over her shoulder at him and their eyes met and they both grinned at each other and at that moment Cassandra reasserted herself. It was time for her to take what she wanted, as the Wilde sisters were known to do.

  She spun around and rose on her knees facing him and ran her hands down over his strong back afterwards, tugging his shirt off so she could feel his smooth skin under her hands. It was her turn and she hoped she could be as patient and gentle as he was. She got her answer when she tugged excitedly at his shirt began to work the buttons but suddenly she simply tore it open to his laughter as the buttons flew everywhere, apparently pleasured by her impatience. When the shirt finally went flying off his body, he quickly leaped off the bed and worked on pulling off his trousers and undershorts, his hard cock jolting free as he did so before rejoining her in a jiffy.

  Cassie only had a moment to lick her lips in satisfaction at the sight of what he was carrying before she pushed him back on the bed. With another man, she would have spent time sucking his cock just to make him mad with lust. It was different with Chris. She wanted to have him now. She wanted to feel his long cord drilling deep into her and making them both mad with desire. She had an odd feeling this was what he wanted too. She raised herself above him eventually, tossing her hair back over her shoulder and looking straight into his eyes to know if she was right.

  Chris did not hesitate, gently grapping her by the hips he guided her down and he slid his huge cock deep within her. She felt so swollen, so full and she thought she would explode as his rod filled up her crevice.

  Their naked bodies were entwined in a special, ancient dance. the sweat on his skin joining with hers. They were singing and dancing at
the same time and she could not get enough of him. His every touch was firm and decisive, yet somehow gentle at the same time. Her palms were placed against his muscular chest while her hair whipped wildly about and she gazed down at him in exhilaration. He was beautiful and handsome at the same time and the effect was dizzying.

  With his hands gripped on her behind Chris continued pummeling her until she was so wet and tight and cut his cock firmly. Her tightness would surely be driving him crazy she knew and it wouldn’t be long now. She could see desires in his eyes. Animal lust undoubtedly filled those iris of his.

  “Oh Cassandra.” For a brief, second, she almost laughed out loud because she could almost hear Lijuan in her usual dry voice saying, “Thank god he didn’t call you Kelly.” It was after all the first time he had spoken her real name and hearing her whispered name only raised her lust to the roof. She cried out, unable to hold back giving voice to her excitement. Her cries grew louder when their hips continued their frantic movements as old as time and humans. He met her thrust with hers, grinning with satisfaction as she rode his cock, wanting more and more every passing second.

  Each time he reached into her depths, Cassandra moaned with building pressure and went back down with greater force, keeping his cock inside her.

  “Oh… Oh…”

  He was nearing his climax right when hers reach a point of explosion. When he finally exploded his essence into her, she felt a wave of glorious pleasure roll through her, telling her to accept her own rousing ecstasy. It was a feeling of joining she had not felt in such a long time. Was it possible to fall in love in a few short hours? She didn’t know but this man had touched something within her that she had not felt in such a long time.