Ryan

by Vanessa Devereaux

  He took the key and then dug out some money and handed it to her. His hand was shaking so bad he thought perhaps he’d drop it. Now all he wanted to do was get to the room, fuck the girl and go home.

  Ryan turned quickly and headed up the stairs. In fact, he took them two at a time wondering who he was going to get to service his needs tonight. He heard one of the girls giggling and what sounded like her ass being spanked.

  He’d never been into that sort of thing before but the thought of smacking Gracie’s bare ass sent the blood pulsing around his body so fast that his legs shook as he went up the final stair. He hurried along to room five. He lit the kerosene lamp and proceeded to get undressed. Usually he liked the girl to take off his clothes but tonight he wanted to just get down to business as soon as possible and get the hell out of the saloon.

  After he’d placed his pants and shirt on the chair he laid on the bed. He thought of Gracie again, stroking his cock as he did so.

  He had to stop this. He had to get her out of his head or she’d be the death of him.

  Chapter Eight

  “Let me go to Ryan instead of one of the girls,” said Gracie, putting her needlework down and standing.

  “Gracie, Ryan’s made it very clear to me what will happen if I put you to work as one of my girls.”

  “I don’t want to be one of the girls but I want to lose my virginity to Ryan Doyle.”

  Maggie smiled. “I thought I saw a gleam of passion in those eyes when you look at him. I see the same with him when he looks at you,” said Maggie sticking her needle into the pin cushion.

  “You do?”

  “Of course I do. Why do you think he’s been avoiding this place? Before you came here, well, he did his drinking in the saloon most nights of the week.”

  “But that must mean that…”

  “He’s got a thing for you and he thinks he’s too old and broken.”

  “Broken?”

  Maggie raised her hand. “He’ll have to explain that one to you. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “I’m positive.”

  “Okay then. I really should sit you down and explain a few things to you but knowing Ryan he’ll be a wonderful teacher.”

  “It’s going to hurt isn’t it?”

  Maggie stood and put her arms around her and pulled Gracie to her chest. “Sure honey, it’s not going to be comfortable but the next time you’re with a man it’s going to be wonderful. I promise you that.” She kissed the top of Gracie’s head. “Now off you go and I’ll be here if you need me after you’re done. You might want to talk to a seasoned lady like myself.”

  She winked at Gracie.

  Gracie headed up the stairs before she changed her mind about this. She’d had a thing for the sheriff the minute she’d woken and seen him. So Maggie thought he had a thing for her too. She bit her lip as she went along the hallway. There was no other man she’d give the gift of her innocence to. She hoped he wouldn’t make a big fuss because this was going to be a night to remember.

  She turned the knob on the door, slowly opening it to see the lamp was already lit. She ventured inside, her heart beating so fast that it made a noise in her head and ears. She looked on the bed and swallowed. Ryan was already naked and lying on the bed. He had his eyes closed. She glanced at his cock as it lay upon his left thigh. First time she’d seen a man’s genitals this close. He was big and long and suddenly she was scared. Scared of how much it would hurt. Scared that in her innocence she wouldn’t bring him pleasure.

  “About time you got here. I just want to fuck you quick and hard so bend over the bed and let’s get this over with,” he said.

  Gracie moved her feet, causing one of the floorboards to squeak. Ryan looked up.

  “What the hell, Gracie? Get out of here because I’m waiting for one of the girls.”

  “I’m the girl.”

  He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

  “I’ve told Maggie that you are not to work here and when I get my hands on her…”

  Gracie walked over to him. “It’s okay, I volunteered.”

  “Shit, Gracie, you are not going to be a soiled dove.”

  She put her fingers over his mouth preventing him from saying another word.

  “I am not going to be one. I’m going to be with just you and no other man. I’m giving you my virginity if you’ll have it.”

  He looked her in the eye.

  “Gracie, you don’t know what you’re doing. This is something you need to keep for your husband.”

  “What if I never marry? I don’t want to die a virgin.”

  He shook his head. “The chances of you not finding a husband are non-existent.”

  “I want to do this,” she said. She was bold enough to run her fingers down his chest, feeling the taut muscles push against them.

  Gracie glanced at his cock. It had suddenly gone from flaccid to hard. Had she done that with her touch?

  He lifted her hands to his mouth the kissed both palms.

  “Think about what you’re doing,” he said.

  “I have. Well unless you don’t want a virgin.”

  “Every man has fantasies about making love to one of those.”

  “So tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Ryan couldn’t believe that this was happening. He had to be dreaming. He’d wake up any minute and be in his bed. Opening his eyes to find himself in a pool of sweat where he’d imagine that Gracie had given herself to him.

  But this was real. He was naked and Gracie was standing before him in all her beauty.

  She pulled the ribbon from her hair, allowing her long locks to cascade around her shoulders. He reached out and touched one of the curls at the end. So soft and silky between his fingers.

  Gracie touched his face, her fingers so light, like butterflies fluttering against his skin. He took them in his hand and kissed each tip. She touched his shoulder making his body tremble with anticipation of what would come soon: his body joining with hers. In all honesty he’d wanted this since the first time he’d visited her when he brought her to Maggie’s.

  He began unbuttoning her dress, popping the buttons open until the sides of the material fell away from her chest. Her chemise had the cutest bow on the front of it. He pulled at it, opening it up and giving him the first glimpse of her bare skin and the top of her breasts.

  Ryan grew more excited, more eager with each passing second. He had to pace himself, had to slow down or he’d come right this minute.

  He opened up the top of her dress, pushing the sleeves off her shoulders and then her arms. She helped him ease it over her hips and soon it sat around her ankles.

  Just her petticoat and bloomers stood between their naked bodies marrying up, rubbing together, causing friction, causing passion.

  The next thing he did with regret but he was getting desperate. He yanked at the chemise pulling down off her shoulders. Her breasts, he’d never seen such beautiful nipples. Dusty pink…he had to touch them. See if this was all a wonderful dream. But no, it was real. They were real as he rolled them between his thumbs and fingers.

  She groaned a little.

  “Sorry Gracie, but you’re just so damn beautiful,” he said.

  “It’s okay, you didn’t hurt me. You can play with my nipples some more if that’s what you need to do.”

  Oh he needed to all right. That and a lot more. Gracie wiggled out of her petticoat. He pulled on the cord on the bloomers, loosening up their waistband until they too slipped down over her hips.

  His cock grew hard as he saw for the first time the dark curls that he’d only got a glimpse of when she’d stood in front of the mirror that morning. He put his hands on her mound and felt them against his palm. What treasure lay between them?

  “Open your legs for me Gracie?”

  She parted them and put her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers were digging into his skin, making him sense that she was
nervous about what he’d do next.

  He looked up at her. “If you’d like to change your mind about doing this I’ll understand.”

  Gracie shook her head. “I don’t want another man taking my innocence, only you.”

  Ryan took a deep breath and moved his fingers down into her curls once again. He slid them over her folds that were wet and soft. He’d never been with a virgin before. Never known a guy who had. He fingered her opening, feeling her grip his shoulders with more pressure.

  Being as careful as he could he slipped one finger gently inside her. Her own fingers dug deeper and harder. She was tight, oh so tight that he could barely get his finger any farther into her channel. She was tense and it was going to make things worse, that much he knew.

  “Gracie, try and relax, let your pussy relax as best you can.”

  “I’ll try.”

  He pushed a little farther but she wasn’t helping things any.

  Ryan decided to pull his finger out and instead her lifted her up and placed her on the bed.

  “Part your legs wide for me,” he said.

  Ryan got onto the bed and lay on his side, twirling his fingers around her navel.

  “Just close your eyes and relax,” he whispered in her ear.

  Once he saw her eyelids flutter and close, he put his fingers over her folds and then pressed his finger inside her. He wiggled it about, feeling her wetness. He removed it and moved down to the end of the bed, getting his first glimpse of her pussy. It like the rest of her was beautiful. Pink and glossy and now that he’d seen it he had to be inside her. He had to find his release or he’d go mad.

  “Okay Gracie, now you relax as best you can.”

  “Are you going to do it now? Are you going to take my virginity?”

  “I am honey, so just don’t grow tense down there. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

  “I know you will.”

  She made fists and squeezed her eyes shut.

  He positioned himself between her legs, held his erect cock and introduced it to her opening. With a gentle push he was half way inside her. Her tightness excited him making him push himself farther into her channel when he felt the resistance. She whimpered, brought one of her fists up to her mouth and bit down.

  “Honey, you still want me to do this?”

  She didn’t say anything but nodded. He pushed some more, feeling the resistance break and Gracie cried out through her fist.

  “Worst is over, honey.”

  He pushed some more. He’d never been in such a tight pussy ever before and it excited him in a way that made him unaware to stop himself. He thrust into her, losing himself inside her, feeling her pussy almost squeeze the life out of him.

  Ryan closed his eyes and was sorry for what he was doing but her body gave him no choice; he rode her hard and fast, seeing her bite down more and more and then, he came, he found the sweet release he needed.

  A tear was running down her cheek.

  “I’m so sorry honey,” he said pulling out of her.

  “It’s okay. I knew it would be a little rough for me the first time.”

  He looked down at her thighs and knew that maybe he should go get Maggie to help clean her up.

  He got off the bed and began to get dressed.

  “You’re not staying the night?”

  “No, Gracie that’s not the way this works.”

  “But I’m not a whore.”

  “I know but I’m not good enough for you Gracie.”

  “It’s not true, you’re a good man. You saved my life.”

  “You’ll find a better man than me. I know in my heart you will.”

  He put on his cowboy hat, left the room and began heading down the hallway. He didn’t deserve the gift he’d just been given. And he definitely didn’t deserve Gracie because at one time he’d done a very bad thing. The law might have offered him clemency and forgiven him but he never had forgiven himself.

  Chapter Ten

  Gracie hadn’t realized that she been crying so loud until someone knocked on the door.

  “Gracie, it’s Maggie. One of the girls said they heard you crying in here. Everything okay?”

  “It’s fine,” said Gracie, pulling the covers up around her. It had suddenly grown cold.

  “Can I come in and visit with you?”

  She didn’t feel like talking but she knew Maggie would be hurt if she sent her away.

  “Sure. Come in.”

  Maggie opened the door and stepped into the room.

  “Oh Gracie, it looks like you’ve been doing lots of crying. Look at those beautiful eyes all red and swollen.”

  Maggie sat on the bed and put her arm around her. “You tell Maggie what happened and what’s wrong.”

  “It’s Ryan.”

  “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

  Gracie shook her head. “Not physically.”

  “Oh baby girl, you’ve just had sex for the first time and you’re bound to be emotional.”

  “He just upped and left.”

  “That’s what men do, honey.”

  Gracie tried to move but her body hurt. She grimaced.

  “Pussy hurting?”

  Gracie nodded.

  “That will go away and so will those emotions. Next time around things will be different.” She squeezed Gracie’s hand.

  “Why doesn’t he want me?”

  “He does and that’s his problem.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Men get things backwards sometimes. He wants you and that’s why he puts up that fence. He doesn’t think he’s good enough for you.”

  “Then I have to convince him he is.”

  “Ryan Doyle is a stubborn man.”

  “Maybe I didn’t bring him enough pleasure. Maybe you and the girls can show me how to make myself irresistible to him.”

  “Gracie, I think you already are and that’s the problem,” said Maggie.

  “Please?” asked Gracie. She moved again and groaned.

  “Okay, but first I think we need to get you into a bathtub with some warm water to help take away some of that pain.”

  ****

  Ryan couldn’t sleep in very much the same way he’d had restless nights after the incident five years ago.

  Had it been five years already?

  He walked outside and looked up at the moon high in the sky. Montana was beautiful. He never wanted to leave but with Gracie being around he might have to go and be sheriff somewhere else. That was if some other town would let a criminal be a sheriff. Grantsville had been more than accommodating to him.

  He loved Grantsville, Maggie and the rest of the people so the last thing he wanted to do was leave. If only he hadn’t ridden up to the canyon that evening and found Gracie.

  That was so wrong of him to think that. If he hadn’t, then probably no one would have found her, and she’d without a doubt have died up there, without water and exposed to the elements.

  He leaned against the door jamb, continuing to look up at the sky as he did so. Tonight had certainly taken a twist. When he’d woken up this morning he hadn’t expected to have sex with Gracie. He should have been stronger. Should have resisted her. It should have been her husband who took her virginity. That was his prize not Ryan’s.

  He walked back into his house, closing the door.

  Ryan could still see her standing in front of him, her lovely curves and the dusty pink nipples. And her lying on the bed, legs apart, pussy on full display. He almost came just recalling its splendor and how it felt to be inside her.

  He got back into bed looking up at the ceiling. He wanted her all over again.

  ****

  Gracie hadn’t seen Ryan in almost a week. She knew he was avoiding her and he wasn’t going to get away with it. If Maggie was right, and she suspected that she was, his motive was because he wanted her. Now all she had to do was break down those barriers he’d build up and enter the fort.

  She carried the cake she’d made and he
aded for his house. She’d been given lots of instruction in the art of pleasuring a man so hopefully that and the cake should work wonders.

  Her pussy pulled just thinking about having sex with Ryan again. Maggie had assured her the second time would be a special treat for her.

  She knocked on the door. It was still early morning and a Saturday so she hoped she wasn’t waking him. When a bleary eyed Ryan opened the door she guessed she had.

  “Gracie, what are you doing here this early? Everything okay with Maggie?”

  “It is but I baked you this cake and I wanted to bring it to you.”

  “Cake?”

  “Yes, it’s made with flour and you eat it.”

  He smiled. “Guess you’d better come in and set it down on the kitchen table.”

  Gracie walked behind him into the house. He was wearing jeans and nothing else.

  “Did I wake you?” asked Gracie.

  “Well, I was just about to get up.”

  She sat the cake down and untied her shawl.

  “I haven’t seen you since…”

  How did she phrase it?

  “I’ve had lots to do.”

  “Why do you avoid me?”

  “I’m not sure that I do.”

  She walked over to him. Stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “The other night I couldn’t kiss you because you were a paying customer and those are the rules.”

  She made him smile. “They sure are.”

  “But today the rules are different.”

  “Really.”

  “And I can do this all I want.”

  She stood on tiptoe again and kissed him, this time he pulled her in close to him.

  “I want you to have sex with me again,” she said.

  “Gracie sometimes you are a very persistent and bossy young lady. It’s a man’s prerogative to say what happens and when.”

  “You can boss me around all you like if that’s what you want.”

  He looked at her. “You like me don’t you?” asked Gracie.

  “Yes, I do, but I know what you’re thinking and I’m too old for you.”

  “Nonsense. Older men are good providers.”

  “Is that what you’re looking for, a good provider?”

  “Nope, because I’m a woman of independence. I help run a whorehouse.”