Her hips thrust high into the air pushing Carson up with them. His mouth never stopped sucking, never stopped making her scream with excitement. She’d never felt anything like this—never dreamed it was possible to enjoy a man’s touch. Now she’d do anything to keep him from stopping. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face more tightly against her. Even as her body squirmed to escape her mind focused on the task of keeping him in place—keeping his lips sucking on her body.
It felt like Carson had done for her what she’d always done for the Colonel, only this was a thousand times better—and Carson clearly liked doing it to her as well. He rode her body up and down, chasing that bud of pleasure wherever her hips thrust it. His fingers dug into her thighs, but instead of causing pain it intensified her enjoyment. Her heart pounded, her throat rasped with fire, her groin burned with excitement.
Then he tugged her about on the dirt floor of the barn and thrust the head of that thick cock deep inside her. She’d never imagined sex could be so wonderful. Her dark hands gripped his pale ass, begging him to thrust harder while his hand rediscovered her breast—squeezing the soft flesh while his thumb rode her swollen nipple.
His cock delved deeper than the Colonel’s ever had, pumping powerfully inside her, urging her body toward another explosion of pleasure. Sweat stood out on his pale brow before rolling in drops down the tip of his nose. His breaths became increasingly ragged with the strain of maintaining his pace. His efforts grew clumsier as his need rose.
His pale white rod popped out from her depths and stabbed the tangle of hair that covered Delilah’s groin. A smear of clear seed marked his passage—identifying her as his woman. He quickly grabbed hold of himself and pushed his cock back between her dark lips, stretching her flesh with his size while his fingers caressed her swollen pussy.
Delilah shuddered to the brink of another climax.
Carson’s fingers quested higher, pressing lightly against her ultra sensitive flesh, feeling his cock pump beneath her skin. He brushed her throbbing nub of flesh, triggering a violent contraction between her thighs. Her legs clamped tighter around him as her pussy squeezed with all the strength of her lower body. She could feel every swollen vein cording his iron rod and track its passage in and out of her womb.
Carson gasped and his rhythm faltered. He half-fell on top of her, his hand trapped between their bodies. His calloused thumb ground against her nub of flesh, pushing back the hood, and igniting Delilah’s senses.
She screamed—excitedly announcing her new orgasm. Then Carson grunted and seed spit deep inside her. His thrusts grew even more frantic, spreading hot desire throughout her insides and spilling it down her eager thighs.
Delilah wrapped her arms around his strong back and hugged Carson. His lips found hers and he kissed her for the very first time—his lips urgently sucking at her mouth. Her tongue startled him, but he quickly got the idea, thrusting between upper and lower lips until the force of his seed finally subsided.
Chapter Sixteen
The Colonel
Delilah couldn’t get the smile off her face as she dressed herself. Carson drowsed on the dirt floor, his manhood still half erect. She resisted the impulse to stroke it back to life again. There would be plenty of time for that later. Who could have imagined that sex could be fun for a woman?
She slipped her smock over her shoulders and readied herself to slip out of the barn into the yard. She needed a drink of water and she wanted to look over the house to see what they could take with them when they left this farm. She had no doubt that Carson would go with her now. If she had to, she’d tell him all about the Colonel. He was a good man and he’d enjoyed her body as much as she’d enjoyed his. He wouldn’t take any chance that the Colonel would find them.
She slipped out into the daylight, giving one lingering glance at Carson in the barn. Was this pleasant warmth radiating through her body love?
A horse whinnied behind her.
Delilah whirled around in time to see the Colonel dismount his horse. “Been quite a chase, Delilah,” he said. “Now get your black ass over here and show me you’re sorry!”
Delilah froze. Behind the Colonel, his men, Jake and Ross, dismounted their horses and stalked toward her. Carson was lying naked in the barn—his rifle in the house if it was even loaded. He couldn’t help her.
“Get over here!” the Colonel hissed.
Terrified, Delilah watched her body do as it was told. She crept three paces toward him.
His fist split her lip, knocking her to the ground even as it loosened her tooth.
The Colonel’s boot caught her in the ribs. “How dare you run away from me?”
The force of his blow picked her off the ground and flipped her over on to her back.
“Get away from my woman!” Carson shouted.
He burst out of the barn, buck naked and wild with rage. His Arkansas Toothpick gleamed menacingly in his hand, but the bright morning sun caught him in his eye, blinding him so that a rifle butt connected with the side of his head.
He sprawled to the ground and the Colonel’s two men commenced beating him, alternating between blows with the stocks of their rifles and the boots on their feet.
The Colonel took in Carson’s appearance and turned on Delilah in a rage. “Cheating on me? You no good little whore!”
He kicked her again, driving the toe of his boot deep into her side. Then he stomped on her with his heel before grabbing her by the hair and slamming her head into the ground.
Still holding her hair, the Colonel yanked Delilah to her knees and dragged her over to Carson. He had curled up in a ball, trying to shield his bloody head and body from as many of the blows as possible. “Is this what you left me for?” the Colonel shouted.
He sneered at his men. “Let’s cut off his balls!”
Carson proved to still have some life in him. He fought like a bobcat as they tried to stretch him out, but the Colonel’s two men were too much for him. While they held him down, the Colonel rammed Delilah’s head into the barn wall and dropped her to the ground. He picked up Carson’s knife and crouched down over him.
He grabbed one of Carson’s nuts and ran the knife over the flesh. “You never should have touched my nigger,” he said.
Red fury clouded Delilah’s vision and she threw herself at the Colonel’s back. “I’m not your nigger!” she shouted.
Surprised the Colonel stumbled forward. Jake leapt out of the way to avoid the knife, releasing Carson in his effort to avoid the blade. Carson took advantage of his captors’ distraction by wrenching hard on Ross’ arm and toppling him to the ground. His knee came up into the Colonel’s gut and in half a moment’s time, Carson was on top of the pile, driving his fist into the Colonel’s face.
“Run, Delilah! Run!”
She looked about in panic. Where could she go? They’d be back up in moments and kill them both.
Jake kicked Carson off the Colonel but didn’t drive him far enough away. Delilah’s man grappled with the Colonel for his knife, but with three men against him, he wasn’t going to win.
Carson was going to die!
And Delilah might well die right after him.
Her eyes came to rest on one of the dropped rifles. It was the only hope they had.
Scrambling around the side of the fight, she scooped the long gun up in her hands. She had no experience with weapons like this but she’d seen the Colonel use them often enough. She pointed in the direction of the men fighting with Carson and pulled the trigger. It bucked so hard the weapon jumped out of her hands while a cloud of black powder momentarily obscured her view.
All four men stopped fighting and looked at her, frozen as if waiting for the smoke to clear.
She hadn’t hit any of them.
With one mind, the Colonel and his two men lunged for the other rifle.
Carson pulled Ross down and began to slam his head repeatedly into the ground.
Delilah darted toward the other gun. She be
at the Colonel to it, but not quickly enough to keep him from getting his hands on it as well. He spun her around and the weapon went off in a cloud of awful black smoke. A red spot appeared on Jake’s chest and then the Colonel pulled the weapon free from Delilah and drove its butt hard into her stomach.
“First I’m going to kill your man,” he told her. “Then I’m going to make you wish you were dead.”
He turned around to find Carson holding the other rifle. He didn’t hold it like he intended to shoot—which was good because the chamber was empty. His hands were spaced eighteen inches apart on the stock and barrel and he looked very comfortable despite being naked.
The Colonel took a step back from him. “Who’d you serve with, boy?” he asked.
Carson spit blood. “My pa served in New Orleans under General Jackson,” he said.
The Colonel glanced at his horse and the rifle still sheathed beneath the saddle.
Carson stepped in and swung the butt of his weapon into the side of the Colonel’s head. It was a fast movement, up and back, followed up by a jab to the gut. The Colonel squealed—eyes open wide with what had to be fear. His own weapon moved clumsily by comparison and to Delilah’s shock, she realized he wasn’t the big man she’d always thought him. He’d always had others to do his dirty work. He wasn’t prepared to fight a real man on his own.
On the ground behind Carson, Ross groaned and began to move again.
Carson risked a glance back at him and the Colonel barreled forward, knocking him off his feet. He swung his rifle like an axe, breaking it in half on the ground next to Carson’s head. The sodbuster brought his knee up hard between the Colonel’s legs, but Delilah’s owner jumped back out of the way to avoid the blow.
Ross rolled onto his hands and knees. He was going to get up and help the Colonel kill Carson. Delilah couldn’t let that happen. She started to run for the Colonel’s horse when she saw Carson’s Arkansas Toothpick lying on the ground. She picked it up, feeling the weight in her hand, then stepped forward and drove it hard into the Colonel’s back.
He stiffened, trying to look behind him at her, but Carson took advantage of the moment to drive the barrel of his rifle deep into the Colonel’s groin.
He screamed and Carson scrambled to his feet and swung his rifle stock hard into the back of the man’s head.
The Colonel collapsed to the ground and Carson turned his attention to the last living man. Ross saw him coming but couldn’t act to save himself. It only took two more blows to see him dead.
Chapter Seventeen
Going West
Delilah watched Carson mount the Colonel’s horse and turn the stallion toward the west.
They’d been busy since the slavers had attacked—burying the three men, gathering up Carson’s meager belongings, and packing them with the best of the farm equipment in an old two-wheeled cart. They even had money in their pockets as the Colonel didn’t have any more use for it. With enough distance to put all of this behind them, they had enough to make a fresh start in life.
Carson extended his hand to her and she let him pull her up behind him. She loved the strength in his lean body and the way it felt to sit against him on the horse. “You ready?” he asked her.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Doesn’t much matter,” he said, “California or Oregon, I reckon. All I really care about is that we’re together.”
She couldn’t have said it better herself.
The End
Other Books by Veronica Tower and Red Rose Publishing
Christmas Wagers
House Rules
My Son’s Roommate
Not Another Dateless Valentine’s Day
One Night Stand
Strip Poker
Tricky Business
Tricks
Blind Date (forthcoming)
Healing (forthcoming)
Please Stop Filming (forthcoming)
Rock Idol (forthcoming)
The Snowbound Series
Snowbound 1 Snowbound Christmas
Snowbound 2 Snowbound New Year
Snowbound 3 Snowbound Valentine’s Day
Snowbound 4 Snowbound Vacation
Snowbound 5 Snowbound Treat
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