Jewel's Gems (The Red Petticoat Saloon)

by Maggie Ryan

  “You’re welcome,” he said with a grin before he grew serious again. “So, from what you are saying, I’m hoping you will think twice before walking anywhere alone and will not be visiting any more places without an escort?”

  “No,” she said and watched his eyes widen and his grin disappear. “I won’t be thinking twice; I’ll be thinking at least a half-dozen times. I have no desire to be thanking you for my aching posterior again anytime soon.”

  “You are one sassy little minx, aren’t you?” he asked, the grin as well as the dimple reappearing.

  “I suppose,” she agreed, lifting a palm to lay against his cheek. “Now will you kiss me?”

  “Sí, chica de oro,” he said softly as his mouth descended on hers in a kiss that instantly had her heart stop for a moment. Heat seared through her, zinging along every nerve in her body and pooling instantly between her legs. Her fingers ran through his hair as his tongue demanded entrance to her mouth. As his hand moved to cup her scalded cheek, giving it a squeeze, she moaned deeply, her tongue playing with his as her quim cried out in happiness.

  Their lips didn’t part as he moved his hand to her thigh, pressing gently and yet demanding she spread her legs. Thick fingers drew a path from her thigh to the very core of her, stroking along the seam of her sex, spreading her sodden labia lips apart before a fingertip found her clitoris.

  She surged against him at the bolt of fire his touch ignited, her moan now whimpers captured by his mouth as he took the kiss deeper. She was putty in his hands as he slid a finger into her, stroking her velvet walls, withdrawing only to sink two fingers into her, stretching her as they slid slowly in and out until she was moving her hips, clinging to his shirt and his hair, her cries of need transmitting to him as she felt her body beginning to tense. When his fingers stilled and withdrew, she screamed her disbelief only to have him swallow the sound. Their lips finally parted as he lifted her, rearranging her to straddle his legs, her knees on the chair cushion.

  A tug on her bodice had her breasts freed, her nipples puckered and begging for a kiss which he instantly bestowed upon them, licking until the turgid bud threatened to shatter before suckling it inside his mouth, raking it with his teeth and giving it a gentle nip. When he moved to her other breast, she was fumbling to undo the buttons of his pants to release his cock from its constraint.

  His head lifted. “Jewel, this comfort is for you. I don’t expect…”

  “No, not for me, for us,” she managed to say though she continued to whimper until his cock sprung free and filled her hands. God, he was huge and growing even larger as she held him. “I want you in me; I need you to fill me.”

  “Shhh, I’m here,” he said, giving her a soft kiss. “Lift up, put me inside.” He helped her by lifting her weight easily. Again she whimpered, needing, wanting, demanding he fill her. He nuzzled her neck as she attempted to position his cockhead at her entrance. She was so slippery that she couldn’t manage; keening with her desperation to be filled.

  “Let me,” he said, placing his hand over hers and unerringly positioning his cock at her opening.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as his cockhead began to stretch her, filling her as nothing had ever before. It took her a moment before she began to ease herself down, the pleasure causing her to moan and her head to fall back. The pleasure became too much when his fingers found her clit and he began to slide them across the hard bundle of nerves. “Oh—Gab… Gabriel!” she cried, exploding as her body accepted only the first few inches of his shaft. “Gabriel!” she screamed as he thrust up into her while she continued to contract again and again.

  “Otra vez, chiquita,” he demanded, taking hold of her hips and pulling her down until not a single inch of his cock remained unburied. “Come again. Ride me; come with me.”

  She felt his mouth return to her breasts, the nips and bites a bit harder, the suckling causing her nipples to swell with the intense pleasure. His cock filled her completely, his girth forcing her pussy to stretch to the point of delicious discomfort but that touch of pain magically morphed into pleasure as he lifted her, causing her to whimper with the threat of emptiness only to pull her back and thrust home again. She felt that she would surely perish as she balanced on the edge of pain and pleasure as he filled her time and time again.

  “Ride me, chiquita.” Her body took over, moving to the rhythm he’d set, rocking back and forth, up and down in a dance as old as time. When she felt his hand move to fill his palm with the punished globe of her bottom, she cried out and pushed back into his hand. The added ache of his fingers gripping her hot flesh was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She was making sounds she’d never uttered, her hips moving, pushing, lifting, not knowing which sensation she wanted most as all were craved. He fisted his fingers in her hair, pulling back, forcing her to expose the delicate column of her throat which his lips instantly claimed. She felt her balance beginning to tilt as his hand on her bottom pinched, massaged and gave swats that stung and yet drove her lust higher.

  “Gabe… oh… Gabriel… I-I’m going to come…” she cried

  “Ahora!” he said in a tone that had her instantly whimpering as she rushed towards obedience.

  A hard thrust into her pussy, a sharp swat on a burning buttock, and a nip of teeth on her throat, he helped her obey his command as she came apart, her body convulsing as the strongest, most consuming orgasm of her life ripped through her. He roared her name as he came within her, his hips continuing to piston, the effort to sink fully into her depths requiring more force as the walls of her cunny gripped and pulled at his cock. She was stunned as she came again, never before having climax after climax. With the release of her hair, she buried her face in his neck, letting herself go, taking what he gave her and as his hands moved to grip and massage her now very tender cheeks, she didn’t protest but rode the indescribable waves of pleasures as he began to thrust into her again until they both came for the final time.

  It was several minutes before she could even lift her head from his chest and then it was to find his mouth descending on hers; this time in a gentle kiss. She didn’t know what to say and realized she didn’t really need to speak. They shared another sweet, almost innocent kiss before he stood, holding her in his arms, her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed. When he set her down, she couldn’t contain her hiss of pain as her weight settled onto a posterior that had been punished extremely thoroughly. He bent and kissed her forehead and then her lips.

  “You are beautiful, simply beautiful.”

  Despite her disheveled appearance, she felt beautiful. She was slightly embarrassed when he stepped back and she saw exactly how their lovemaking was evident on his pants. He followed her gaze and shrugged, quickly stripping the wet pants off. She bit her lip as he turned and walked to the washstand. God, he had the most remarkable ass. It wasn’t soft like she knew hers to be. It didn’t bobble or jiggle, but reminded her of the statues she’d seen in the museums of London. She smiled knowing that when she ran her hands over them, it would not be to find cold, hard marble but firm, warm flesh. Her cheeks heated at the thought of being on her knees, her hands around his hips, her fingertips buried in those cheeks as he plunged his cock in and out of her mouth.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Um, what?” she said, having to open her eyes after unknowingly shutting them to enjoy the fantasy she’d just imagined.

  “You were moaning. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She giggled and then said, “Well, there was that spanking…”

  “Sassy, girl,” he said with a grin. “If it’s only your naughty arse that hurts, then I’m good. Now, lay back and let me give you a quick wash.”

  Her face flamed as she reached for the cloth he’d brought to the bed. “No, I can do it.”

  His eyebrow quirked even as the dimple appeared. “Hmmm, it’s obvious that your butt can’t hurt too badly. Perhaps you need…” He chuckled when she flung herself backwards and though she slammed
her eyes shut, she obediently opened her legs a bit to allow him to wash away the evidence of the passion they’d shared. She moaned when she felt his warm breath waft across her swollen nether lips right before he kissed her sensitive pussy.

  “As I said, you are beautiful.”

  After they dressed and left the room, she felt color rush into her face as she wondered if indeed anyone on this floor would have heard either her cries during her spanking or her cries of pleasure afterwards. Deciding that ignorance was indeed bliss, she didn’t ask that question. The only one voiced was asked when they reached the sidewalk and Gabriel was requesting a carriage.

  “Um, Gabriel, would you mind if we walked? It’s such a pretty day.” His grin told her he understood her real reasoning.

  “Sure, chiquita. After all, you’ll be sitting a long time tomorrow when we leave for Culpepper Cove.” Her groan at his reminder only had him adding a chuckle to his grin.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jewel walked into the boarding house with a hot bottom, swollen lips, flushed cheeks and a huge smile on her face. She’d almost earned herself another spanking when she had seen Gabriel speak to the carriage driver and then had seen it slowly following them as they walked down the street. When she asked why, he’d explained that he needed to return to the livery and finalize the purchase of the team and wagon they’d be loading in the early hours of the morning.

  “This is silly,” she’d protested. “I can walk from here and you…” she’d begun and then shook her head. “Um, forget I just said that, okay?” He’d chuckled and nodded, waiting until he deposited her on the front porch and kissed her before slapping her backside, making her squeal.

  “Go inside and make sure everything is ready. We’ll leave at dawn.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said and then deliberately swished her hips, giggling at the sound of his muttered, ‘cheeky’ before he climbed into the carriage to finish his own errands.

  “What happened to you?” Amy asked when Jewel walked into the kitchen.

  “Hmm?”

  Opal looked up from the jars she was wrapping in newspaper and grinned. “Come help me, Jewel,” she said. “Sit right here.”

  Jewel dropped onto the chair and shot right up again only to hear Opal laughing. “That’s what I thought.”

  “You are so mean!” Jewel said, giving her backside a rub but only because Gabriel wasn’t standing there with that damn eyebrow lifted.

  “So, do we have a wagon or not?” John asked as he walked into the kitchen with the trunk that would house all the items that Nettie had been using in preparing the meals. “What’s going on?” he asked after no one answered because two women were giggling and Nettie was smiling and nodding her head, muttering, “It’s about time.”

  “Nothing!” Jewel was quick to respond. “Oh, and, yes, Gabriel just went to buy the wagon and the team.”

  “Just now?” John asked, his expression showing his confusion. “I thought that was on this morning’s agenda.”

  “Seems like the agenda changed,” Opal said, placing a bundle of wrapped jars into the trunk. “And, I don’t think we are going to have to worry about Jewel wandering the streets alone any time soon.”

  “I would think not,” John said, taking a stack of items from Nettie. “After all, we’re leaving…” he paused at Opal’s laugh and then looked over at Jewel. “Ah, well, that’s good.”

  “Yes, I guess it’s okay to pack my spoon,” Nettie said and they all laughed when Jewel groaned and shook her head. Jewel noticed that even Della, who had been working quietly, smiled. God, was it that apparent that Gabriel had taken her to task? Deciding that it probably was, she shrugged. At least they didn’t know that he’d also loved her to heights she’d never imagined.

  Her delusion was shattered a moment later when Opal smiled as she leaned close and softly said, “I’ve got some powder that will help with that bruise.” She laughed when Jewel’s head whipped around to glance down at her backside. “I meant the love bite on your neck; but I do have some lovely cream that will help back there as well.” Jewel’s groan was followed by her own giggle and the two women hugged. “So, I’m thinking a little pain adds to the pleasure?” Opal whispered and then smiled when Jewel whispered back, “Definitely.”

  ***

  Dinner that night was almost comical though Jewel knew that the Emorys were very sincere. She felt very blessed when Nettie thanked them for their praise and their generous offer to stay and work for them, but stated that she needed to go with her ‘family’. She lessened their sorrow by presenting Mrs. Emory with a stack of recipes that Della had painstakingly written down with Nettie’s directions. The presentation of another three-layer chocolate cake to Mr. Emory had him rubbing his hands together and then giving Nettie a hug.

  The group was up well before dawn. Though Jewel initially yelped when getting into her bed, turning onto her side had lessened the discomfort and replaying the events of the afternoon in her mind had her smiling and enjoying very sweet dreams.

  “I swear there are far more trunks than we brought,” John grumbled as he lifted another onto the wagon.

  “There are,” Jewel said, handing him a smaller valise. “Once I did some research, I realized that not every gem will be the same size. I had to get some more costumes and, of course, I needed to get Della something to wear.”

  “You’re telling me all these trunks contain clothes?” Gabriel asked, removing his hat and wiping his forehead with his handkerchief.

  “Of course not,” Jewel said, “some contain Nettie’s cooking items and some have books and such. Oh, and I did pick up a few items to decorate the saloon.”

  “Have you thought of a name yet?” Opal asked.

  “No,” Jewel said, her brow furrowing. “I keep thinking of names and yet none have touched my heart.”

  “What about using your gram’s idea? Jewel’s Gems?” Amy asked, and then said, “that’s the last from upstairs,” as she handed up another carpetbag.

  “I like it,” Jewel said, “but I don’t love it.”

  “Well, you’ll have plenty of time to think of one,” Gabriel said, jumping down from the wagon. “We don’t have a single inch for anything else…” his sentence ended in a groan as Nettie approached, her arms wrapped around a huge basket. “Nettie, really?”

  “We could lighten it by removing your share of the food,” Nettie sassed, setting the basket down and putting her hands on her hips.

  “Not on your life,” Gabriel said which made Jewel smile. He somehow managed to find room as he tucked the basket behind the seat and then turned again. “We leave in five minutes. Say your goodbyes and you might want to use the privy. There will only be bushes from here to Culpepper Cove.”

  The sound of ‘ews’ being given only had him grin. It took closer to fifteen minutes before the final goodbyes were said and the group gathered around the two wagons.

  “I made you a special spot, Miss Della,” Gabriel said, easily lifting her in his arms. “You can sit when you want or take a nap if you need.” Jewel felt a surge of joy flow through her heart at his tenderness as she watched him settle her into a bed of blankets and pillows he’d stacked behind the seat. Her softly spoken thanks was followed by the first giggle Jewel had heard as Gabriel warned her to keep her hands out of the picnic basket or risk a spanking. Jewel knew without a doubt that he’d not only never spank Della in her fragile state but he’d personally feed her every morsel to assure she grew healthier.

  Opal and Amy climbed up on the seat beside John and Jewel had just gingerly settled onto the seat and was pulling her skirts in so that Nettie would have room to sit when a call had her looking up.

  “Thank God,” the man said as he reached the wagons. His breathlessness told of his rush. “I was afraid I’d miss you.”

  Jewel saw Gabriel move Nettie behind him and when his hand dropped to his gunbelt, her heart thudded.

  The man also saw the movement and immediately held up his hands, palm
s out. “I understand your caution but I promise, I mean you no harm. My name is Charles Walker… I was playing the piano…”

  “Charlie?” They all turned to see Della kneeling up in the wagon. “Charlie!”

  Jewel’s concern evaporated at the smile that lit the pianist’s face as he saw Della. Gabriel evidently saw it as well because he nodded and helped Nettie, who appeared totally unfazed at the scene, up onto the wagon.

  Jewel twisted around to see Charlie reaching to give Della a hug. “I’m so happy to see you safe, Della.”

  “I wouldn’t be but for Miss Jewel and Mr. Gabe,” she said. “They saved me and Miss Nettie has nursed me.”

  “I’m glad but even happier that you are leaving San Francisco.”

  “Is there any reason to believe Della is in danger?” Gabriel asked having settled Della and now turned to address Charles.

  “No, I mean, I don’t think you need worry,” Charles said. “But this isn’t the place for Della.” He paused and looked towards Jewel. “In fact, I was hoping you might need a piano player in your place, ma’am.”

  When she began to answer, Gabriel spoke first. “I know you must be okay or else our Della wouldn’t be so pleased to see you, but… well, to be blunt, I’m not sure Tompkins will be content to allow you to go as well.”

  “I owe Tompkins nothing,” Charles said. “I work at several establishments and am beholden to none. But, well, when I heard about what happened and saw the true appreciation for my work on Miss Jewel’s face, I thought it was time to move on.” He waited a moment but when Gabriel didn’t immediately accept his explanation, he spoke again. “There’s a woman, Dorothy, who has finally paid off her contract and she’d like to come work for you if you’ll have her. She said she’d spoken to an Opal and Amy?”

  “Oh, she’s the woman who spoke so honestly with my friends,” Jewel said. “Of course she can come.”