Sweet juices perfumed his lips and mustache, but she was too far gone to resist him kissing her. His tongue swept through her mouth until she fell into the blissful calm of his kiss. She hardly noticed him touching her, sliding her pants the rest of the way down her ass to her knees, and drawing her shirt up to expose her stomach.
She collapsed on her back when he rolled her over. She sailed aloft on clouds of pleasure. She didn’t notice anything until he slid her pants the rest of the way down to her feet and removed her boots.
Her eyes snapped open, but she couldn’t see anything other than the top of the big canopy bed. She searched the ceiling, but she couldn’t make her mind function. She never experienced a climax like that. She never knew it was possible. Now here she lay on her bed, a changed woman.
All at once, another Earth-shattering sensation ripped through her. It startled her out of her trance and brought her back to full awareness. Her body writhed in glorious agony. Her quivering cunt shrieked for more of the same unstoppable delight.
She looked around everywhere until she spotted Bishop’s head bobbing up and down. She summoned all her powers of mental concentration to understand he was sucking her bare nipple.
Her vest and shirt lay open to expose her chest. Both her breasts pointed up toward the ceiling. He sucked one of them and massaged the other in his big hand. He pinched the nipple and rolled it from side to side.
She tried to twist on her side in moaning lust, but she couldn’t get away from that sensation. She had to lie there on her back while it burned a molten path through her insides. It dug its tendrils up and down her skin to every part of her. Her lips prickled in anticipation of kissing him. Sparks exploded before her eyes and threatened to knock her unconscious. Those wicked little sensation vines wound down her stomach to tease her pussy awake again.
She never knew she could want another climax like that so soon after just having one, but his mouth on one nipple and his hand on the other urged her back to full passionate desire. If only she could get hold of him. If only she could give him the pleasure he gave her, she would gladly do it.
She rubbed the back of his neck and clawed down his back, but she couldn’t find any part of him exposed to her touch. She ached for his skin, for his hard body hidden under his clothes. Maybe he didn’t want her touching him. Maybe he wanted to hold himself removed so he could do everything to her without giving her the chance to reciprocate.
All of a sudden, he bolted upright. He planted his knees apart on the bed and stripped off his coat. He hurled it away and set to work on the buttons of his shirt. His hair hung loose and tossed around his haunted face. He set his jaw in determination while he worked. His shoulders bulged and strained to unfasten each button as fast as he could.
The shirt flew away in the direction of his coat. His broad chest spread out over Raleigh’s face. She gazed up at him in wide-eyed wonder. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. His chest and shoulders towered high above, and his face distorted in passionate fury hovered over all.
His chest strained when he yanked his belt loose. He ripped his pants open, but she couldn’t look down to see anything. His face held her locked in his eyes.
The next thing she knew, his long frame slotted into hers. His smooth warm skin touched her from her lips all the way down to their legs entangled for all time in one Gordian knot. His chest softened against her breasts, and his solid abs sealed against her belly.
His eyes gleamed beyond her nose. She kissed him in blessed union. She could put her arms around him and swim in his eyes. She could run her fingers down his spine and around his shoulders to his chest. She could burrow into his armpits and glide down his ribs.
In all this glorious togetherness, they couldn’t stop staring into each other’s eyes. Was this really happening? Were they really lying naked together? Nothing could stop them crossing the last frontier to merge their bodies into one, and that’s exactly what they would do.
For now, though, they merged into one in their eyes. Raleigh could understand him now. No barriers remained to hold them apart. No clothes hid them from each other. They didn’t have to pretend they were only working together. They didn’t have to resist their feelings anymore.
Chapter 22
Bishop nuzzled down Raleigh’s neck to nibble the delicate skin under her ear. She pillowed her head on his massive shoulder and rocked against the solid frame of muscle seething against her skin.
She never felt any sensation so blissful as his body touching her all over. It quickened her most treasured desires until she couldn’t contain them. She stroked him down to his waist and squeezed his chiseled ass. She tugged him toward her until he couldn’t mistake the message.
He mouthed lower toward her breast, but when he gave it the first friendly bite, she burst out of her skin in insatiable desire. She had to get him. She had to touch him and feel him and experience him all over.
She flung her leg over him and lunged on top of him. She grazed her nipples across his chest until he collapsed back on the bed. He gasped for air through his teeth, and both arms flew out to his sides.
The moment she exposed him like that, she saw what she wanted. She never handled a man up close and personal before. She never investigated his hidden parts, at least not in a way that she could understand how they worked.
She had her hand down Quentin Hodges’s pants, and he got it under her skirts a few times. That was before she started wearing pants and guns and leather all the time. She loved his cock and its thick hot hardness. She loved the way it pulsed in her hand and the sticky sauce lubricating its head when he angled it between her legs.
She never got to touch it and look at it and explore it, though. She never met Quentin often enough for that. Now she had Bishop spread out on the bed beneath her. She could do what she wanted. She could take all the time she wanted.
He turned his head aside and closed his eyes under her attentions. His chest expanded in deep breaths, and his stomach contracted all the way down to his black hair when she glided her hand up and down his shaft.
She studied the veins pulsing between her fingers. She watched the loose skin gather around her hand and roll up over the head when she stroked it. She couldn’t stop staring in fascination at the skin tightening and convulsing down his balls to the tight seam running back to his ass.
He arched his back to shove his prick into her hand. “God, that feels good. Don’t stop. That feels so good.”
She couldn’t connect that thing in her hand with the man saying those words. That serpent throbbed and hissed and slithered of its own accord. It spoke to her out of its one penetrating eye.
She loved it. She wanted it. She hungered for it. She bent down to give it a kiss and laced her tongue around its crest. She gave the underside a flick where it wrinkled into the skin along his shaft, but he snatched her shoulders and pulled her up. “No!”
Her eyes widened. He drew her up to kiss her. His mouth twisted in knots. “Sit on it, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
She wanted it, all right. Next to kissing it, she wanted it inside her. She wanted it where she knew it wanted to go. She straddled his hips and pointed it between her legs. Her juices glistened on its head, but she couldn’t look away from Bishop’s face. His hypnotic eyes watched her mount him and sink onto his cock with a satisfied sigh.
He caressed down her neck to her breasts. He supported them while she settled herself on his lap. His cock filled her with such joy, she never wanted to leave. He fit so perfectly between her legs and satisfied the bottomless hunger burning in her soul.
She propped her hands against his chest. He was big enough and strong enough to hold her up, no matter what she did. Her hips glided in circles around that massive cock inside her.
“Yes, baby,” he murmured. “Oh, yes, that feels so good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
She would never stop, and she would never stop loving him, either. This was where she belonged. This was where she me
t her destiny, with him. She rocked on his prick and worked it into the forgotten secret recesses no one knew about. It discovered all her hidden territory until nothing remained unspoken between them.
Her lips parted, and the blood rushed to her cheeks. He stroked up and down her chest and hips. He followed her gentle swaying movements until his cock rocked inside her. Her delicious juices saturated his hair and dribbled down his nuts.
Her breath came in quick, harsh gasps. She pumped faster. She beat his bones against her clit and ass. She needed him. She needed him like this. She needed him faster and deeper. She couldn’t stop now.
Her fingers dug into his chest, but he didn’t complain. He kept murmuring into her face. “Come on, baby. Come on. That’s it. Oh, yeah.”
She stared into his face. His eyes and his lips and his skin told her everything she needed to know. She worshiped him. She needed him, and she would never stop until they both dissolved in glorious passionate wetness.
She bucked down hard on that blistering cock. He wouldn’t lie still now. He got hold of her hips and bounced her on his shaft. He slapped her ass against his thighs, and the impact hurled her upwards for the next stroke.
She couldn’t go fast enough to satisfy either of them. She wanted so much more than this. She wanted to become him and have him become her. She fell forward to kiss him, but when she sat up, he cupped her head in both massive hands. He glared into her eyes and hissed through gritted teeth.
He slammed his hips upward to drive her into the air. She fell back down on his upthrusting spike. He knocked her so hard her breasts bounced free with every swing.
He glared into her eyes. She stared back in horrified fascination, but she couldn’t stop the pleasure rushing through her from those withering penetrations. He knew his business, and he wouldn’t stop until he completed his task.
Her mouth gaped open in a howl of sheer ecstasy, but he was nowhere close to stopping. He plunged in to the hilt so his cock cracked into her half. He forced her up until the frill tickled her entrance. Then gravity hauled her down to fill her up again.
She couldn’t stop the rising climax tearing her apart. Her cries escalated to hideous shrieks. He growled through his teeth over the noise. “Come on. Come on. That’s right. That’s so good.”
She never imagined how good it could be. Her juices spattered his legs. His nuts swung up and slapped her ass. Her skin stuck to his hips every time he bumped her up. She peeled off, only to stick down in the wetness of her own spattered juices.
All of a sudden, she couldn’t see anything beyond his eyes. She couldn’t think anything but how much she loved him. Her whole body shivered at the first explosive surge. He shouted over her cries, but she couldn’t understand the words. He held her firm with both muscled arms so she couldn’t get away.
Wave upon wave of delirious passion cascaded over her. She screamed louder than ever. She only hoped and prayed neither Dax nor Mrs. Mitchell heard her, but if they did, that only meant she wouldn’t have to explain this to them afterwards. She didn’t think she could explain it if she tried.
She loved him. She worshiped him. She wanted nothing but to be with him, and he gave her this life-changing pleasure. What would become of her? Would she stay the same hardened warrior she always was after softening under his touch and his love?
She didn’t have to worry about any of that right now. She only had to experience this incredible fulfillment. She only had to see him lying below her, so strong and sure and burning hot.
She let the screams rip out of her. She let her body and mind disintegrate into cosmic stardust. She let her juices gush over that solid cock slipping between her pussy lips. If only it would keep going for all eternity, she could dwell in this world of happiness and ecstasy forever.
It couldn’t go on forever, though. Bishop startled her with a tremendous roar. His words turned to inarticulate bellows. His hands crushed her head, and he bared his teeth in a primal snarl of raging madness.
He pulled her down, but he didn’t kiss her. He held her face against his mouth and thundered to the skies. At the same time, a jet of scorching liquid fire catapulted through Raleigh’s insides. It infused her with its molten light and sucked the last drops of her desire from her.
She folded on top of him in sighing delirium. He strapped his arms around her shoulders and held her against him, but he wouldn’t stop howling into her ear. His tortured cries touched her heart. She had to protect him. She had to soothe him and shelter him the way he sheltered her.
She hardly heard her own noises sobbing in harmony with him. His chest heaved and shuddered underneath her until the last raking groan grated out of him. He kissed the side of her head and compressed his cheek into her hair.
She buried her face in his neck, and his sweat stung her eyes. She never wanted to see anything again. She wanted only to feel his warmth and his skin and his bigness around her for the rest of her life.
Their breathing dwindled to one continuous tide. Raleigh covered him with her body and relaxed into the vaporous clouds of heavenly rapture.
Chapter 23
Raleigh woke with a start. Her head shot up from where it rested on Bishop’s shoulder. She listened into the dark, but she only heard Bishop whispering into her ear. “Shh...It’s only the wind.”
She couldn’t lie down again. Every nerve stretched to the breaking point. She whispered back, “Something’s out there.”
His fingers trailed through her hair. “It’s almost time to leave.”
She caught her breath. “Are they asleep?”
She didn’t have to see in the dark to feel him nod. “Mrs. Mitchell went to her room about an hour ago. I just heard the clock chime midnight.”
“Have you been awake all this time? You didn’t fall asleep, did you?”
“I didn’t fall asleep. I listened to make sure they didn’t hear us, and I listened to you breathing.”
“You should have woken me up. You shouldn’t have let me sleep.”
He kissed her forehead. “You needed it.”
Raleigh struggled out of his embrace. “We better get going.”
His hand clamped around her arm, and he held her back. He drew her face down over him where his breath wafted into her nostrils. “You won’t forget, Raleigh?”
“Forget what?”
“This,” he breathed. “This wasn’t some random accident. Tell me you won’t forget this when we put on our clothes and strap on our guns and go out there. Tell me you won’t leave this behind.”
She let herself drape forward to kiss him. “I won’t forget. I’ll never forget this. You’re stuck with me now. Don’t you remember what you said to me earlier? You said I would live to make you regret you ever met me.”
His eyes burned two black holes in the dark. Then he burst out laughing. “I’m sure you will.”
She jumped off him. “If we’re gonna do this, then let’s get going. Waiting around will only make us lose our nerve.”
She couldn’t see a thing in the dark until Bishop struck a match and lit one of the wall lamps. She slipped into her pants and boots and buttoned up her shirt. She caught sight of Bishop across the room. All the muscles across his chest rippled and jumped when he tugged his belt tight. His chest and shoulders rose tall and square from the black line of his pants across his stomach. He kept his masculine power hidden beneath his gentlemanly exterior the same way Hinterland lay hidden beneath the veneer of everyday life.
In a second, he covered it all over with his pristine white shirt and frock coat. Only his guns slung on each side gave any clue what lay buried beyond sight.
Raleigh buckled on her guns and draped her crossbow across her back. She checked her bolt wallet, and when she looked up, she caught Bishop watching her. Was he thinking the same thing about her? Was he thinking what an insatiable cauldron of sexual desire lay boiling beneath her tough exterior? He and only he would ever tap that reservoir of feminine power. He and only he would experience its torr
ential explosions on his sharp intruding shaft.
For just a moment, they regarded each other. They knew each other so much better now. They both knew the other’s hidden secrets. They shared a night of passionate union and left it behind in that bedroom. Maybe, if they survived this night, they could come back and experience it again.
Right now, though, the night loomed dark and foreboding outside the windows. The house lay silent and asleep all around them. They buckled on their armor. Bishop shrugged his coat into place, checked the weapons in his pockets, and eased the door open. He nodded to Raleigh and slipped out into the shadows.
Raleigh hurried along the hall behind him, but he didn’t head toward the kitchen the way they usually went. He collected his suitcase from the foot of the stairs and turned into the library. He crossed it to the mantle shelf and picked up a heavy brass urn resting in the center.
At his touch, the whole mantle unhinged from the wall. It swung toward him to reveal a hidden stairway plunging into the ground. The fireplace itself filled the empty space above the hole in the ground.
Without a word, Bishop dropped down the stairs. Raleigh had no time to take a deep breath. She had to keep up with him or be left behind. She stepped onto the first stair and took hold of a handle set into the back of the wall. The hinged surface shut behind her and closed the stairway in pitch darkness.
Bishop’s footsteps receding into the distance called her forward. She brushed one hand on the wall to guide her. She climbed down the stairs as fast as she could and bumped into Bishop in the dark.
He pushed her back into place. “We’re here.”
She looked around, but she couldn’t see anything no matter how she strained her eyes. “Where are we?”
“We’re by the river. Hold on a minute.”
She heard a rustle and a few loud pops. “What are you doing?”
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