The Shot: Traincoach of Death, Book 1

by Leona Bushman

“That, my dear lady, was an interrogation. Subtle, smart, and little torturous, but an interrogation, nonetheless. I wonder if your father knows with whom he’s dealing.”

  “What?”

  “That man is more than he seems.”

  “Then he’s in good company, Bill. Hey, is that your real name?” She stepped closer and trailed her hand around his bow tie. His heart stuttered then started to gallop.

  “One of them.” He grinned at the sexy pout on her lips and clasped her other hand is his. “It goes with an obscure title that many have forgotten belongs to my family with the more illustrious ones.”

  Those eyes of hers stared at him: deep, dark, mysterious. Though he’d studied her face a thousand times from the pictures in the files, none prepared him for the reality of her. She kept so much hidden from the world. A self-defense mechanism he recognized so well. Why give the rest of the world something to gossip about? Her father did enough of that for her.

  As he thought this, she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his. The heartbeat that had slowed to a mere canter, bolted into a full out gallop. He took her hand and drew it behind him. With his other hand, he cupped her face. He deepened the kiss, and she opened her mouth when his tongue sought entrance.

  His dick throbbed when her hips pushed against it, and she drew herself even closer. With an effort worthy of a knighthood at least, he pulled away and cupped her face with both hands.

  “Are you sure?” he asked and then became embarrassed hearing his own raspy voice.

  “Yes.”

  “But your father...”

  “My father can go to hell. I could have died today. I’m not waiting. Even if he found out, he could not force me to marry you before my birthday. The time to plan the wedding alone would be problematic, and gone are the days of running off to Gretna Green because of an indiscretion.”

  Amused, he wondered if she realized she’d slipped into her Scottish brogue a trifle as she spoke. “Am I merely an indiscretion, then?” he asked.

  “You are so much more than that.”

  His heart, galloping to the finish line a moment before, stopped dead at the love and lust in her voice. “I...” He swallowed the words and kissed her instead. He’d ask her to marry him later. Now, he needed his mouth for other more enjoyable things.

  ***

  Victoria closed her eyes as his mouth dropped to hers and became demanding. About time. I thought he’d talk me to death before he kissed me again. She pressed herself into him, moving her hands behind his neck and clinging to his hard body. More. All she could think of was more.

  How long since she last felt safe? Loved? His actions showed her so much more than the words of men who came before. How many men of her acquaintance would have ran to her after being shot with the killer still on the loose? He took a hold of one side of her pants, and undid the snaps that ran down the side in one quick yank. He repeated the process on the other side and threw her pants to the side, leaving her in her overskirt, garters, and boots from the waist down. His hands grabbed her ass and pulled him against her, pushing the back bustle up so the heat of his palms soaked through her senses as he kneaded her against him.

  His erection pushed against her groin, and her skin prickled. This time, she pulled away, took his hand, and led him to her bed. She sat and he pushed her to lie on the bed by kissing her all the way down. His hands began to loosen her many constraints. As he loosened each restraint, he freed a new part of herself. By the time he took her outer corset off, she wanted to cry in relief. With a swift movement, she pulled her gun out of her leg holster and put it in her night spot.

  “I nearly forgot you were armed,” he gasped out. “Good thing you liked my kisses.”

  She giggled. “I have other things to do. This will be quite unneeded, I assure you.”

  He kissed his way down her neck, and the brief moment of laughter disappeared as heat flooded her. With a new feeling of desperation, she yanked on the ties of his breeches and tried to get them undone without getting in the way of his kissing and unbuttoning her shirt. When he freed her breast and bit the nipple, a whirlpool of lust devoured her and she gave up trying to fight the clothes. With a surrendering sigh, she left his pants and gave in to the pleasure. He soon had her blouse completely unfastened and spread apart and began to lavish each breast with attention. The nipples peaked into buds of desire, echoing her inner pools of lust. While looking into his eyes, she brought her hands up and began rubbing them on her skin and her free breast. His hand, which had begun undoing her overskirt, faltered, and he whimpered with need.

  With a wicked half smile, she flicked her nipple. His hands became frantic on her, as if she’d opened a door of frenzy in him. Her overskirt flew and her pants were down around her knees. He dropped down to work on her shoes and cursed.

  She sat up and pushed his hands away. “I’ll get these. Take your clothes off.”

  His eyes were unfocused, and it took him a long minute for her words to sink in. When they did, he moved quickly to divest himself of his clothes. By the time she’d finished the last blasted buckle and zipper and flung her boots off, he stood in naked glory before her.

  Pre-cum glistened on the tip, and she reached out a hand, touched the bead and brought it to her mouth. His cock jumped, and he made a little noise in the back of his throat. She reached out her hand again, but this time, she fisted him, slowly, from the base to the tip and back. “Can I put my mouth on you?” she asked.

  He stepped closer, put a hand on the back of her head, and guided her to his erection. She opened her mouth wide and allowed him in. Her hand got in the way, so she let go and grabbed his ass. As she neared his base, he pulled her hair back and pushed her head forward so her mouth took him in again. How she liked the flavor of him, having him push the tempo and hearing the groan in the back of his throat, as if holding back. But she would like it more if he lost control.

  As she took him in next, she cupped his balls with one hand and left the other on his ass—such a sweet ass. The increased tempo of his hand and hips told her he liked it, so she fondled the sac between her thumb and fingers, back and forth, gently, though the tempo increased. Her stomach clenched as her own lust pulsed through her and she moaned against him as she sucked, and his gasp rained down on her, pouring glitters of desire over her skin.

  For the first time, she enjoyed giving a man a blow job, and her whole body agreed. This man smelled clean, tasted a little tangy, and the size of him made her pussy wet just looking at it.

  He must have had enough of the teasing, for he suddenly swept her up and thrust her back on the bed. One hand held her head as he kissed her hard, and the other found her clit and sensitive opening. His thumb circled while his fingers pushed into her juices, and she cried out against his lips.

  Tingles started in her hands and her clit, as if her body received too much sensation and needed to distribute it. His fingers kept sliding in and out, and the tension in her expanded over the whole of her body. She raised her hips, wanting to draw him in deeper, to tease and torment him into giving her the release she craved. To no avail. His hand kept the steady pace, working the clit and building up her lust. A tight coil began inside of her, winding tighter and tighter.

  So much sensation, yet not enough. If he stopped now, she might literally die; she was sure of it. No one could go this high without completion and live. Then her juices flowed on his hand and hot electrical sensations blazed through her. She screamed, and his mouth covered hers in a deep kiss. After her body rocked like a train at full speed, it slowed back down, and her muscles relaxed, causing a sense of languid weightlessness to fill her.

  A deep laughter rumbled from deep in his chest. “Not yet, princess. You can’t check out on me. I have more to give you.”

  Involuntarily, her breath sucked in and her inner muscles clenched as if searching for the proof of his words. “More? I may die.”

  “Then we shall do so together.”

  Victoria only recei
ved a moment to appreciate his romantic wit before the tip of his dick pushed against her still wet entrance. His arms were on either side of her, and she grabbed on to them as she watched him make love to her.

  Slowly, as if testing the waters, he pressed against her opening and began to penetrate. Her body actually quaked in response, and she didn’t know what to expect next. He looked up from where he’d been watching their joined bodies and caught her staring at him.

  He gazed into her eyes, something dark and unidentifiable to her in his gaze. “I don’t do this lightly, love. From this moment on, you are mine. I shall have no other and neither shall you. Tell me, say it.”

  His dick pushed in a little more and her body screamed yes in response. “Only if you are mine as well,” she whispered fiercely. “I will not be played for a fool, physically or emotionally.” Her words were accompanied by a slight lift of her hips. She needed him inside, now.

  “Always,” he replied and swiftly entered, until her body swallowed his.

  “Oh, my God.” She moaned as he started moving.

  The former electric feeling tripled, as if about to overload her circuits. He pumped faster, his eyes never leaving hers. She held on tight to his muscular arms and enjoyed the ride. Sensations rocketed through her as her body convulsed with mini explosions.

  The rhythm poured through her, the sensations steaming around her. They were all too new to catalogue, even though she hadn’t been a virgin. The buildup started again. Her eyesight began to blur, and the last thing she noted was his slack jaw before the colors swam in front of her.

  “I...I...” She tried to tell him she couldn’t see, but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate. He kept pounding into her, staking his claim, and she gave herself, heart and soul. Nothing would be the same again. White stars super-imposed over the colors, and she let it all go.

  His shouted, “Victoria!” came shortly after. They lay together, spent and replete.

  “What are we doing?” she asked from the crook of his arm. “I refuse to marry before my birthday. Yet, I find I don’t want to give you up.”

  “Let me handle your father. You won’t get married one day before you have to,” Bill said grimly and held her closer. “At least, not because of your father.”

  She left that cryptic statement alone for another time. Six weeks remained of their trip. They had time. His hand caressed her shoulder as she drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  Though part of him wanted to pace as he thought through his plans for the following weeks, he lay still, content to hold her as long as she’d allow. Then he thought of the king and what he’d say if he found out they’d slept together. Fortunately for him, the king also disliked the Earl. He fought the urge to hold her tighter as he imagined her reaction to finding out her father was a traitor. Though he’d known her a short time, he knew her to be a staunch citizen and loyal to the crown. How this would break her. He had to find out more about the whole family. Like her mysterious sister.

  The companies he’d hired for more information on the sister would get back to him soon. However, the King’s men would get back regarding the sister and the father with more detailed and up-to-date information. Finding the name of the sister shouldn’t be too hard with the aid of computers.

  The attack on Victoria at the train station seemed fortuitous more than planned. The attack on the station, on the other hand, was well thought out, practiced, and all scenarios taken into account. In other words, the act of a professional or professionals, and that chapped his hide. A professional took the risk of getting away by taking a shot at a seemingly random worker of the train station? No, they wouldn’t risk it. Not for a nobody, which meant Victoria was already a target for whomever set this up—a terrorist cell in his opinion—before the take down. Also, a coincidence that her stuff is stolen under such an attack? No way.

  Determination filled him as the soft sounds of Victoria sleeping next to him surrounded his senses, her deep breaths, the whisper of skin against lush sheets. The more he found out, the less convinced he became of her safety. He made a promise to himself—whoever turned out to be behind this and whatever it was about, he would get to the bottom of it. He would not let anyone harm her, even if it meant killing the Earl himself.

  William James George Louis IV, Duke of Athart, Duke of Suffolk, swore by his honor, that he would solve this mystery and marry the Princess of Scotland. Nothing would stop him, no matter how long it took. He’d stay on the traincoach as long as she did. Then he’d whisk her away to safety. Nothing would stop him.

  Biography

  Leona Bushman goes by many names but the most common one is superhero. She earned this name from saving a kangaroo from a tree—and yes, that is as hard as it sounds. The dragons taught their queen how to write, and Queen Leona hasn’t looked back, even when her muse tries to muck things up.

  She can be found goofing off and loving dragons and other creatures of the supernatural at these places:

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  Breathless Press:

  The Ulfric’s Mate*

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  Passion in Print (Summer 2014)

  Murder by Succubus

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