WhiskeyBottleLover

by Robin Leigh Miller

  Whiskey Bottle Lover

  Robin Leigh Miller

  When Chance purchases an antique whiskey bottle, she doesn’t expect a “genie” in the form of a rugged, sexy cowboy to come with it. Hayes claims he can grant her every desire. Her yearnings don’t require wishes or magic, only his body. Hayes’ enchanted touch sparks pleasures Chance never imagined. Unable to ignore the strange, familiar draw between them or deny the erotic needs he fulfills, Chance sets out to keep him in her life forever. All she has to do is figure out the rules before her sexy lover disappears for good.

  Too bad the rules are as ironclad as the shackles on his wrists and the hold he has on her heart. Before the clock runs out, Chance has to make a serious decision—give up the man she desperately wants or sacrifice an innocent soul. In the end, someone has to return to the bottle.

  A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

  Whiskey Bottle Lover

  Robin Leigh Miller

  Chapter One

  Kennesaw, Georgia, 1882

  Hayes Martin pushed through the door of the local saloon and headed straight for the poor excuse for a bar. Nothing fancy here. A few wood planks over some shelving and it worked fine. What did he care if it wasn’t fine oak polished ’til a man could see his bloodshot eyes staring back? Nope, elaborate furnishings didn’t impress him. What they served over those boards and offered a man for comfort, that’s what dragged his exhausted ass in here.

  Months of pushing cross-country had taken their toll. Even a man with his good nature could only go so long without having needs met. And his first need—wetting his parched throat.

  “Best whiskey ya got,” he told the partially bald man behind the bar.

  The man grabbed a bottle, cracked it open and poured two fingers into a tin mug. Hayes poured it down his gullet, savored the burn and waited for the explosion of warmth in his gut. Ah, there it was. All was right with the world once again. Wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst either.

  He made a deal with the barkeep for the price of the bottle and then gripped it in his hand as he searched the room. As soon as he spotted what he wanted, his dusty cock jumped to life behind his fly. Pretty and plump, not so damn skinny he’d break her. With his sights set, Hayes pushed away from the bar and strolled across the room.

  She stood there against the wall with her leg propped on a barrel and her skirt hiked to her knee. Now, he prided himself on being a good judge of character in both men and women. This one, she had that look in her eye that said she wouldn’t simply lie there and let him do all the work. No sir. She had experience and that’s what he wanted.

  She eyed him up and down, no discernible expression as to her thoughts. He wasn’t no pretty boy but he did have a muscled body and a not-so-bad face. At least that’s what the last lady he used told him. Didn’t matter anyhow. She’d be more interested in the money than what he looked like.

  Hayes reached into his pocket, pulled out the money set aside for the whiskey and the woman and let her get a good gander. With no hint of disgust or eagerness, she pushed away from the wall and nodded toward the back door.

  “Hold on,” he said, stopping her. “This money gets me more than a body. You know what to do with a man?”

  She reached out, cupped his straining erection pushing at the dusty denim and with that same blank expression answered, “I give as good as I get. If you’re limp, so am I. If you’re hard then I ride hard.”

  Hayes couldn’t contain his grin. To show his enthusiasm, he pushed against her hand before she yanked it away. “Well, then, let’s saddle up.” He took a hefty swig of his whiskey and followed her out into the darkness.

  She lit a lamp outside a tent before stepping through the flaps. Eager for the festivities, Hayes followed. Again, nothing fancy—a bed, table with a washbowl and pitcher. That was it. Who needed silk and ornate furniture for a rowdy rutting?

  He decided to name her Annie ’cause she looked like an Annie. Even if he asked her name she most likely wouldn’t give it or would offer a false one. Neither was interested in anything other than pleasure of the flesh so what was the point?

  Annie set the lamp down on the table as Hayes tossed his hat to the side. She reached around behind her, loosened her skirt and let it drop to the ground. Not much surprised him these days. He’d witnessed and experienced everything imaginable but he had yet to see a woman who wore nothing beneath her skirt.

  Hayes gave an appreciative whistle, taking in the dark curls between her legs. Yeah, Annie knew what she was doing. Next she stripped off her top. His palms itched at the sight of her plump breasts tipped with dark areolas and nipples.

  “Hair up or down?” she asked.

  “Up, don’t like nothin’ getting in the way.” When he fucked he wanted to see and experience everything. ’Course, that didn’t mean by the end her hair wouldn’t be hanging.

  “I don’t do this without the man wearing one of these.” She picked up a sheath, holding it out. “You don’t have to put it on until your cock gets close to me but I’m not the mothering type and I don’t take chances. No negotiations about it either. Wear it or turn yourself around and choose another lady.”

  Hayes took a swig of his whiskey. He’d never worn one, hell, he’d never seen one. Curious, he took it from her and looked it over. “I put this on.”

  She nodded. “It catches your seed and keeps me from carryin’ a babe. Hard enough to take care of myself. Don’t need the responsibility of another. I’ll even put it on for ya,” she said, and for the first time gave a small smile. “Men like the way I put it on them.”

  “Okay.” What the hell. He’d never given any thought to leaving behind a child after getting his needs serviced. Damn, he hoped there weren’t any little Hayeses out there running around. “I ain’t gonna argue.”

  Right now, with her soft, supple body so inviting, he wasn’t about to argue. If he didn’t get out of his dirty clothes soon he’d rip them apart at the seams. Hayes handed the sheath back to her and then yanked his shirt from his britches as he toed off his boots. Another quick swallow of his whiskey warmed his blood further, making his head swim.

  Annie took his bottle, set it down on the table and then helped him undress. Her fingers brushed his hot flesh, sending shocking currents throughout his system. Annie jerked his pants down, freeing his aching cock. His head brushed against her belly, drawing a moan from deep in his throat. He wanted to toss her down, drive himself deep inside her hot body, but he knew it would be over all too soon if he did.

  That’s not the way he did things. Not even when it’s been eight months feeling nothing other than his own hand touching his throbbing cock. It came as a challenge to satisfy the woman and he hadn’t had a complaint yet. Matter of fact, he usually ended up being invited to stay longer, receiving a reward of food and a bed to sleep in. Annie would be a tough conquest though. She might be soft and womanly on the outside but he knew hard innards when he saw them. Annie had to be the hardest.

  “You’re big,” she commented and then wrapped her tiny hand around his shaft.

  Every muscle in his body locked down hard to keep his impending release at bay. She gave a slow stroke from root to tip and damn if the hair on his head didn’t curl as tight as his balls. Yeah, Annie knew how to handle a man.

  “You ever have pleasure?” he asked in a tight voice, struggling to keep both heads attached to his body beneath her too tender ministrations.

  Annie shrugged, her face as stone-cold as a killer. “That’s not what this is about.”

  Her voice couldn’t have been any less emotional. She’d been at this a long while. That he would wager his horse on. Hayes grinned. Challenge accepted. Very gently he gripped her
wrist, pulling her hand from his throbbing cock. “Lie down on the bed.”

  Just like that she obeyed, probably thinking it would all be over in the next five minutes. Hayes had other plans. He guided her to a suitable position with her legs over the side, feet on the ground, and then knelt.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, her brow furrowing slightly.

  “Men get pleasure in different ways.” He pushed her knees apart, took two fingers and spread her outer lips. Annie propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at him, her expression of confusion a nice change from the cold mask.

  She kept herself clean, he noticed, all her pretty pink flesh sweet and inviting. With his other hand he rubbed gently, paying extra attention to the little nub of sensitivity. After a few moments of bringing the flesh to life, he looked up to find her face slightly flushed and a look of wonder in her eyes.

  “No one’s ever done this before?”

  She replied with a jerky head shake and a quick lick of her bottom lip. No, these women were only used for quick gratification. Little attention, or none at all, was paid to their needs. Well, she’d discover what real pleasure was all about tonight.

  “Hold on tight,” he told her with a smile. “You’re about to experience heaven and hell all rolled into one.” With that warning he leaned in, gave a little flick of the tongue to her clitty and then sealed his lips over it, sucking gently.

  Annie gasped, her body tightened and he rubbed his tongue over the tender flesh. He kept his eyes open to see every expressive reaction she had. He couldn’t help it. It made his body burn hotter. By the time he finished with her she’d be moaning and pleading for more. He liked the sounds women made when he did this to them, liked the taste of their arousal and how wet they became. It made it more pleasurable when he slid inside their warm bodies.

  Using two fingers, he rubbed her opening, drawing another shocked, breathy sound from her lips. Keeping his gaze firmly fixed on her face, he worked his fingers in. Already her body was responding, slicking with warm juice, but not nearly as much as he liked. Annie’s lips parted slightly, her eyes glazed over and when he rubbed her inner walls she actually let a tiny groan free.

  The sound caressed his tense, eager flesh, making his cock twitch. There wasn’t anything like the sound of a woman enjoying pleasure. With tender strokes of his fingers and tongue, Hayes worked her body until Annie dropped back onto the bed, succumbing to his attention. She made sweet, desperate mewling sounds as her head twisted side to side on the mattress.

  He took his time even as his body demanded release. No telling when he’d get this again, so drawing it out and enjoying every moment was worth it. He knew she neared her limit when her body clamped tighter on his fingers and she gripped his hair, fisting the strands tight. He didn’t want her coming yet, they had so much more to experience.

  Hayes pulled his fingers from her hot body and moved away from her core. Annie groaned in protest, nearly yanking his hair out by the root. “Easy now,” he crooned, getting up and sitting on the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet.”

  His large hand cupped one of her plump breasts, squeezed lightly and then he rolled her hard nipple. He took in the sight of her, all spread out naked there for the taking. His brain committed the vision to memory, something to draw on in the upcoming cold months as he hunkered down in the mountains. Hell, maybe he’d just toss her over his horse and take her with him. No doubts she’d be a worthy companion with her lush body and harsh attitude.

  Hayes leaned down, lashed her nipple with his tongue and then sucked. Annie cried out, arching her back, offering him more. Yeah, that’s the way he liked it.

  “You’re the devil,” she murmured, gripping his head and holding him to her bosom. “I didn’t know the fires of hell would be like this.”

  Amused by her wonder, Hayes gave her more to burn with. He tucked his hand back between her legs and then dipped his finger inside her tunnel. With each draw on her nipple, she grew wetter. He’d have no trouble fitting inside her now.

  “I don’t understand what you’re doing to me,” she cried out. Her hips pumped against his hand as she writhed on the bed. “I feel so strange. I’m going to tear apart from the inside out.”

  The desperation in her voice startled him. He released her nipple, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger and then gazed down at her pink face. “You’ve never climaxed before? Ever?”

  Her glazed eyes rolled around in her head. “I don’t understand.”

  How could that be? “A man has never made you climax during sex?”

  “If this is climax, no. I’ve never felt anything like this.” She gripped a handful of hair, tugging his mouth back down to her breast. “More.”

  He nuzzled the hard nub, debating whether or not to allow her the release at this time. He rather liked having his women out of control while he pumped into their bodies. Yet Annie, she was different. He’d never come across a woman who hadn’t experienced this level of pleasure at one point in their lives. He looked down her body, watched her ride his hand with enthusiasm and wanted her to do the same with his body.

  “If I bring you to climax now, you won’t make me leave before I finish?” To most men it wouldn’t matter, they would simply take what they wanted even if it meant hurting the woman. He could never do that. Harming the fairer sex never appealed to him.

  “Our deal ain’t done ’til you finish,” she whimpered.

  “It could take more time,” he warned.

  She turned her head, pinned her glassy gaze to his face and smiled. “I like the time you take.”

  That smile, it punched him in the gut. With her skin so pink and her eyes glowing, the smile brought out a beauty he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he would take her up into the mountains with him.

  “Good.” He slid off the bed, positioned himself between her knees and eagerly went about eating and fucking her with his fingers, driving her higher. She thrashed on the mattress, moaned and when her body clamped down tight on his fingers she cried out with shock.

  Hayes worked his fingers in and out of her, watched her pretty, moist, pink pussy milk him, groaning at the thought of what was in store for his cock. When she finished she lay there panting, her flesh shimmering in the dim lamplight.

  “That, my dear,” he said, in a tight voice, “is a climax. Don’t ever forget it or who gave it to you.”

  “I’d have to be dim to forget that,” she whispered. “But you paid me to service you. What is it you wish me to do?”

  Hayes stood, took her calloused hand and helped her sit up. She looked up his body, her eyes so young and innocent now but eager at the same time. “Have you ever taken a man in your mouth?”

  She blinked several times, giving him his answer. Gripping his shaft, he held his hard cock in front of her. “Open.”

  “You want me to put it in my mouth?”

  “Yep, let your tongue slide over it and when I pull back you suck lightly.” It had been far too long since he felt this specific pleasure but he wanted it now.

  Annie nodded and then parted her lips. With one hand on the back of her head and the other tight around the base of his cock, he fed his throbbing flesh into her mouth. “Close,” he ordered and when she did, he pulled back.

  Annie was far from dim. She sucked as he slid out, allowing her soft tongue to slide over the shaft. Hayes groaned from the hot suction. When he pushed back in she released slightly. It took only a few times before she had it mastered and was eagerly sucking him into oblivion. He pumped between her lips, thrusting his hips, grunting from the sweet pleasure.

  That old familiar sensation of his spine tensing like it would break came hard and fast. He wouldn’t last. This wasn’t the way he wanted to come. Desperate to fill her body, he pulled back, panting as he struggled for control.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  She looked honestly concerned. “No. You do that very well. A little too well. This isn’t the way I want to climax.” Hayes ea
sed her back onto the mattress, lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

  “The sheath,” she protested.

  He reached around to the table behind him and handed it to her. “Don’t know what to do with it.”

  Annie dropped her legs, sat up and gripped his cock. With gentle hands she worked the thin material down, jerking his flesh until he thought he’d blow right then and there. Yeah, no wonder men liked the way she put it on. The woman gave a hand job without even knowing it. It fit snug and frankly he didn’t know how it would stop any seed from entering her body, but what the hell.

  She seemed pleased now as she lay back down willingly, wrapping her legs around him. He wasted no time, thrusting into her body with one hard push. Even with the sheath on he could feel her muscles separating and then contracting around him. The lack of wet heat enveloping his cock disappointed him but he quickly got over it when she gave a little swirl of her hips.

  The basic need to rut hard hit him. No grace now, he pumped and pounded into her, drowning in the pleasure washing through his body. He reached between them, rubbing her little clitty with his thumb, strumming the pearl until it swelled and her body tightened. Annie’s climax strangled his cock, unleashing a hard explosion that dragged a roar from his throat.

  He continued pumping into her, loving the feel of her little body milking him dry. When he had no more to give, he collapsed down over her body. Annie wrapped her arms around him, holding him through the shuddering aftereffects. They lay there like that for long moments, their naked bodies pressed tight against each other. Hayes didn’t want to move, he wanted to stay here forever.

  “You like your life?” he asked. Apparently the wrong question because she dropped her arms and pushed at his body. He wasn’t having it. He put more weight on her to hold her still. “A simple question, darlin’. Do you like this life or are you up for a change?”

  “It’s the only life I know,” she snapped, struggling to get out from under him. “Since I was sixteen years of age.”