Smart man. He had been two steps from the grave three seconds before he made the correction.
“Callie, everything all right in here, though?”
“Yes, Marshal,” she assured him. “You should know better than anyone, I don’t play nice and quiet.”
He glanced at Richard and then back at Callie. She dropped the sheet, bracing herself with her palms next to her hips and proudly showcasing her voluptuous body. “We don’t want any trouble here. You know what I mean, don’t you, Marshal?”
He stared at her breasts either in disbelief or out of pure gratitude. She wasn’t sure which until he patted his cock. “My woman is dying,” he said again. “I don’t get much lovin’ at home these days.”
“Then come on back here in a few days, and I’ll treat you right. A free one on the house.”
“Are you coming back to Tucson for good?” He deliberately ignored the huff from behind the door. “We’d sure like to see you back around these parts.”
“Have a right mind to settle here again. Kind of miss the people around here, even you, Marshal.” She fluttered her eyelashes.
He put his hat on his head and brushed his trembling fingers over the brim. “Callie, you ain’t going to run with these two, are you?”
Little Joe shook his head and then stepped out from behind the door. No sense in hiding from a man who realized he was there all along.
He walked over to the bed and then fell face forward, ass up, kissing Callie’s nipples just to rub it in. She wedged her body in between Joe and the headboard. The new position allowed the marshal a pretty good show.
The marshal’s upper jaw twitched. His biceps flexed. For a second, she thought the good marshal might stay a bit longer than her men planned to tolerate. Joe’s lips snapped over her breast, and he showered her nipples with ravenous kisses.
She cried out in stark pleasure before locking gazes with their guest. “They entertain me, Marshall.”
“I imagine it only takes a man to accomplish what these two do, huh?”
She studied his erection and caught the deeper meaning. “I’ll be damned. Wanna join us?” she offered, laughing.
Quickly, he looked at Richard and then back at Little Joe. He shook his head and then pressed his palm to the front of his breeches. “I want you to act like a decent whore and take one man at a time to your bed when you’re in my town.”
Richard clenched his fists, but Callie rescued the marshal before he found himself facedown somewhere, and probably not in her bed, which he might have liked.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” she assured him. “But you’re welcome to stay.”
His face turned bloodred, and he rushed out. She could hear him taking the steps as fast as his feet would carry him, and with her current mood, even that turned her on.
Chapter Eight
“You’re a bad girl, Callie.” Richard walked over to the bed and stripped the sheet from her body, and then the thin mattress. He pulled her from Little Joe’s arms and, at the same time, unhooked his fly and let his erection hang free from the front.
The shades were drawn, but since the marshal would’ve headed across the street, Richard decided to give him a show. After what he’d interrupted and the way he brazenly negotiated time with Callie, he’d let him see what he missed. The visual provided would serve him later, because some fantasies never came true, and the marshal wasn’t coming near Callie again.
After the shades were up, he pushed the glass window forward also. He grinned when he spotted him. As luck would allow, he looked their way.
“Joe.” He motioned for him to move, and he did.
Richard grabbed a cloth from the basin and tossed it at her. “Clean me,” he demanded.
She smacked her lips and dipped the cloth under his balls and swiped the material back and forth before she ran it over his shaft from base to tip. When he was clean, never mind hard, she sucked the tip in between her lips and licked around the head.
Richard growled before he reached over her back and pressed her body forward. He stood parallel to the bed, and she hooked her arm around his hips and greedily sucked what he offered.
“You like me, don’t ’cha, Callie?” He fucked her mouth with one hand applying pressure between her shoulder blades and the other twisting her nipples. His balls slapped against her chin, and the little wench slurped as she sucked.
“Ah yeah, she likes you well enough, I think,” Little Joe acknowledged.
Richard backed away all at once and watched the pre-cum tip his mushroom head. With a wink and a shove, he pinned her to the bed and watched her boobs bounce when her back met the mattress.
He wasn’t a breast man, but with full mounds like hers, he might learn to appreciate breasts. He spread her legs and fingered her pussy. “Want me inside of you right here, don’t you, Callie?”
She shook her head, and he was grateful. He wanted her ever-loving ass. She gave permission when she reached between them and pressed his tip to her bottom.
Working his body in between the nice space she provided, he shoved his dick in between her cheeks. He held her legs open, ignoring her precious cries when he found his space, the one reserved for his cock, his erection, and his pleasure.
“Richard!” she gasped. “More, please!”
“Good hell, she’s tight. Ah yeah,” he mumbled. He didn’t want to hurt her, but the way she encouraged him, he couldn’t help himself. He needed to go deeper and stroke harder. He fucked her ass just as hard as Little Joe allowed him earlier.
Her expression held a note of pain. He flipped her over. Gripping her shoulders, he lifted her up just enough for Joe to slide under her and caress her breasts.
Richard drove into her ass. His full sac smacked against her bottom as he buried himself inside her. The experience brought more satisfaction than he ever imagined.
He was fucking a woman. He had once feared taking Callie because he didn’t want to hurt her and couldn’t imagine tearing into her like he fucked Little Joe. Yet now he had Callie Matthews right where he needed her, and she matched him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. She bucked against him and cried out his name. Not Joe’s but his.
“Richard, harder!” she screamed out.
A sudden, hot sensation rippled around his shaft about the time Joe fingered her pussy. His probing digits found their spot, and Richard drove harder and harder.
“God yeah! That’s my girl, my good woman. Ah yeah, Callie. Give it to me, sweetheart.”
She shifted back and forth on her knees, and her firm ass cheeks drew his hand. He spanked her, flogging her with repetitive smacks. She whimpered and she cried, but he didn’t stop the fucking.
He couldn’t stop now if he tried. They were both hollering and yelping. She rubbed against him, and Little Joe pushed on her hips, giving Richard the opportunity to go as deep as he could reach. This was one lovely moment he’d never forget.
Richard had found his way home, and he liked it well enough to stay awhile.
* * * *
They all stood at the window fully dressed. Little Joe wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.
“I don’t know what they’re thinking, but I reckon they’re waiting on someone.” He pointed across the street. “Best I can tell, those folks they’re expecting may look a lot like us.”
“Yep,” Richard said. “The two ropes hanging side-by-side in the center of town kind of ruins the element of surprise, too, don’t it?”
“Sure does,” Joe said, rubbing his neck. “Makes a man stop and reconsider all of his options, huh?”
Callie stood between them both. She grabbed Richard’s hand and snuggled closer to Little Joe. “I’m going with you.”
“No,” Joe told her firmly. “You’re gonna stay put. We may not make it out of here. I believe we pissed off the wrong marshal.”
“What makes him any different than the others?” she asked.
“You fucked him,” Little Joe easily pointed out.<
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“And apparently he liked it,” Richard chimed in.
“Is that all?” She batted her eyelashes.
“Shit, Callie,” Richard grumbled. “You need to take his goals to heart. You can see his hard-on from here. I really hope you haven’t bedded all the other marshals in the west.”
“Don’t blame her,” Joe said. “What the hell were you thinking anyway? I betcha the second you screamed out her name, the noose was hooked and tied.”
“Maybe. I didn’t care at the time. A man with a hard dick doesn’t have to worry about anything more than the woman—or man—he’s stroking.” Richard stared straight ahead. “Besides, I reckon I used the same brain you did when you up and decided to let those strange men have a piece of your ass.” He tilted his head toward a few cowboys to the right.
Callie looked down the dusty street and pointed toward the three riders waiting there. “Let me guess, Small, Medium, and Large?”
Richard studied Little Joe. “Hell, with names like that, you deserve the trouble they’ve brought down on you.”
“I named ’em,” he stated flatly.
Richard continued to watch everything outside without making a move. “I don’t wanna know, Little Joe, I really don’t.”
“You heard what you wanted to hear anyhow,” Joe said. “You were right outside the door when I told Callie about my travels.”
“Uh-huh, I listened to about all a man in love could stand. Now, I’ve seen about all I wanna see, too.” He turned around and headed for the opposite side of the room.
“Where are you going?” Callie asked, tugging at his arm.
“He’s going to kill them, as a matter of fact,” Little Joe said.
“No!” she screamed. “You can’t, Richard.”
“I reckon I can. I’ve done some killing before.”
“That was before you decided to take up with me. And I don’t go to bed with killers.”
Richard and Little Joe locked gazes. Joe cleared his throat. “You don’t?”
“That’s pretty dang funny when you think about the company you keep, Callie.” Richard stroked his chin. “Considering your profession and all.”
“I don’t.” She stood firm in her beliefs. “No killers come to my bed.”
He imagined a lot of them came in her bed. He didn’t argue with her. Sometimes lust was blind, and the money behind a hard and ready penis must’ve paid for stupidity, too.
“If I’m going to screw men of a different sort, then I think it’s only fair I set some rules,” she quickly added.
Richard was amused. “You do?”
“Yes,” she said. “For starters, we stick together from here on out. No more parting ways and playing hide-and-seek. We stay together because we love together.”
Little Joe narrowed his gaze. “Why the sudden change?”
She peered at Richard from under her long eyelashes. “I…I…”
Richard slapped Little Joe on the back. “You ought to understand.”
“I do,” he promised. “But she’s never hurt for sex. I always give her what she wants, and some of those fellas paying her probably did, too.”
No one mentioned the fact that it took Little Joe two years to meet her needs this time.
“So, why now?” Joe demanded.
“I’ve never wanted to change things until Richard…well, you know.”
Little Joe gnawed the inside of his jaw. “Liked it in the ass, did you?”
She choked out a response, and it sounded like a “yes.”
“Uh-huh, and Richard here is the only one able to give you what you gotta have, huh?”
She shyly looked at the floor and then back at them again. “Yes, the only one, and you, Little Joe, give me other things I need.”
“And you can’t live without us now?” Joe asked, his tongue positioned at his upper lip as he studied on things for a dang minute longer.
“No,” she admitted. “I can’t, and I won’t.”
Richard gulped, and Joe sat on the bed. “I reckon we have a problem then, don’t we?”
“Yes, I believe we do,” she agreed. “I’ve never known you to turn me down for anything, Joe. I hope you don’t start now.”
He sat in deep thought. When he looked up at Richard, they shared a quiet stare. She reverted back to their past history. Richard and Little Joe would always have their secrets. Most of them they’d never share with her.
Richard nodded. “Go on, tell her. I’ve already figured out your connection back in Tombstone, but she needs to hear the truth from you.”
Little Joe cleared his throat. “Doc Scott patched up those fellas I told you about because he uh, well, he knows ’em pretty well.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. “What does any of this have to do with those men out there waiting for you now? You think Doc Scott sent them?”
“Well, truth is, Callie, I reckon Doc Scott wanted a pretty little thing like you on his arm. It was for show and nothing else. He uh, he meets up with those three a few times a year for a little man lovin’ and such. He needed you for social fronts and looked for an excuse to get rid of me and Richard once and for all.”
“There must be some mistake. He’s as straight as they come.”
Richard paced back and forth across the room. “Tell her all of it.”
“Truth is, Callie, there were four cowboys, not three. The fourth was your doctor friend, and it’s the reason he wanted me out of the way as quickly as possible.”
Callie stared at him in disbelief. “That’s not possible. Doc Scott is a woman’s man. He likes things a certain way. I don’t think he’s a man’s man in all the ways you might think.”
“You don’t? Well, you’re wrong. Those three fellows down there are waiting to give me and Richard here a little encouragement. They’ll want us to ride on out in the other direction or hang for some kind of crime we most likely didn’t commit. We ain’t innocent men by any means, but the fellas down yonder will stretch the truth enough to gain public support for a dual hanging.”
“I don’t understand.”
Little Joe took a step forward and touched her cheek. “That Doc Scott…let me ask you something about him, Callie. Did you fuck him or not?”
“No,” she replied.
“I didn’t think so,” Richard said.
“But we were intimate,” she quickly added.
“Uh-huh. I’ll bet. You sucked his cock, and he fingered you, and that’s about the extent of it, right?”
“He uh…did other things for me. You know, down there.” She sounded almost proud of the fact as she pointed toward her pussy. “He was skilled with his tongue.”
Little Joe clapped his hands. “Well, whoopee. Now I feel so much better. Callie, look here and listen, too. You told Doc Scott too much, and he sent his fellows to look for me. Small rode out that first night I told you about so he could let Doc Scott know I was in their camp. The Doc rode on back with Small. Since he already knew about me and Richard, it made everything a little easier. They passed around the bottle that night, but it wasn’t necessary. Doc knew what he wanted, and he understood how I liked it best, on account you told him everything.”
Callie sat on the bed. “Little Joe, I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize. Truth is, we enjoyed the hell out of one another. In less than a day, he wanted to run away, just the two of us. When he realized I have feelings for you and Richard, feelings I couldn’t abandon, well, Callie, he plumb lost his mind. Jealousy is an evil thing, I reckon.”
“You mean he shot you because you wouldn’t run off with him?”
“Yes, ma’am, he certainly did.”
“He strikes me as a peculiar man,” Richard said thoughtfully.
“Indeed,” Little Joe agreed. “I think you would’ve enjoyed him, too, though.”
Richard sneered. “I doubt it. I have everything I want with the two of you. I don’t need another one.”
“I’m not suggesting we hook up with him
later.”
“Good,” Callie said. “I’m not in favor of bumping into him again after what you’ve told me.”
“I have an idea,” Richard said, returning to the window. “Callie, you’re gonna go downstairs and talk to those cowboys. Tell them we plan to ride out of here. Let ’em know you’re going, too. You need to explain to them that the good doctor in Tombstone doesn’t want you back there.
“You have to make them believe if you return to Tombstone, you won’t marry Doc Scott and you won’t make a man of worth out of him. Since he was the one to suggest it first, you see, he’ll get the message. Then you tell those boys you’re riding with us, and for the sake of conversation, tell them I’m pissed off ’cause they fucked my man. Let them know I don’t have a problem getting a piece of their asses since they had a piece of Little Joe’s here. Make sure they understand I’m a good shot regardless of what I draw.” He winked then laughed.
Joe shook his head. “I don’t want her going downstairs without us around to look after her.”
Callie fingered the butt of Richard’s gun. “I’m pretty sure he has my ass covered.”
Epilogue
Four years later
Callie had little Joey on her hip when Doc Scott slid out of his saddle and strode toward the small covered porch. “Callie?”
“Doc?” she replied, tenting her hand over her brow in an effort to block the sun and greet her guest at the same time. She wasn’t glad to see him. Holding her little boy closer to her chest, she was fully prepared to protect her only child.
“You can tell who that kid belongs to,” Doc said.
“Yes,” she agreed, cautiously. Joe proudly fathered a son, and the little boy looked just like him.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” he said quietly. “I guess I’m a surprise, too.”
“I wouldn’t call you out as a pleasant one.”
The sound of a cocked gun forced Doc to look behind him. “Me either.”
“Little Joe,” he snapped over his back. “How ya been?”
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