As they prepared to leave the still-smoldering partially destroyed ghost town, Honor found herself curious as Lijuan emerged from what had apparently been a dress shop. She had an old dusty wicker basket in her hand that she promptly tied to the back of her horse, Kong.
“What in the world are you doing, Lannie?” Honor asked.
Lijuan ignored her and got down on her haunches. She began to make kisses into the air; delight blossoming on her face as Mister Muffins came running towards her. The cute orange cat had apparently forgiven all and eagerly rubbed against her, waiting for his reward of a good head scratching, which Lijuan promptly obliged. Without saying a word to her three sisters, she scooped him up and placed him in the wicker basket and then turned to her three sisters who were uniformly smiling at her.
“What?” She raised one eyebrow at them. “We did destroy his home, after all. Seems fair that we take him back to Cedar Ledge.”
They resisted the urge to tease her for displaying the softer side of herself. She so rarely did that, they weren’t going to discourage her.
A few minutes later, their caravan headed out of the town. The two feral cats sat on a hitching post as they slowly rode past, making some final hisses at them. It was obvious that they were happy to at last have what was left of the town free of humans.
***
Bennet Boxhall had been overjoyed when they had returned from the wasteland with all the bandits either captured or dead, and his depositors’ money once more safe in the vault until he could arrange armed escorts to return all the money to the other three banks. With sincere gratitude, he passed out rewards to the Wilde sisters. As usual, they tried to refuse, but he had insisted.
The evening after their return, he had arrived at their hotel to pick the ladies up. He had promised to treat them to a luxurious dinner only to discover just Cassandra remained. She had told him that Lijuan and Catalina had been eager to return to their duties at Cedar Ledge and Honor had gone with them. It was all true, of course, but they also knew that their older sister fully planned to receive a reward of a different nature from the handsome banking heir. Not wishing to be a trio of third wheels, they had hitched up that morning and headed back to Alamieda and home.
The dinner had indeed been as wonderful as Boxhall had promised and he and Cassandra had enjoyed a lively evening of chatter as she once more repeated their adventure in Beacon as well as several others she and her sisters had been involved in the last few years.
When the time came for Cassandra to return to her hotel, she insisted that she was having none of that. She had only gone as far as sitting in the carriage that was to take her to the lodging house, then she shook her head, turned to stare at Boxhall with demanding eyes and requested a viewing of the Boxhall Estate.
Boxhall had been more than happy to oblige.
The banker had thought they were going to spend a long time taking a walk to admire the large estate with its hills along with the main house and its beautiful silhouette in the dark, but at her urging, the tour quickly led them inside and to the hallway leading to his lush bedroom. Boxhall kept his fingers locked in hers, while she let him guide her into his room. She watched as he slowly closed the door, released her fingers and walked over to the fireplace to light the wood already set and waiting. He turned to her, afterwards and she could see it in his eyes—the exact desire that she wanted as payment, the same urge that burned within her. She was positive he was only waiting to be sure that he wouldn’t be too forward.
Forward, Cassandra thought with pleasure. She was going to show him the true definition of forward. Cassie intended to show him how the Wilde sisters did it. How effortlessly they went after what they wanted, and made it seem so pleasurable for themselves and for their partners at the same time.
So she had pursed her lips, biting the lower one as she stepped towards him by the fireplace. Luckily, the floor beside him was filled with a massive bed complete with lots of sheets, so she pushed him towards it. She let his eyes stare up at her as his back hit the softness of the sheets, before she slowly began to work on the buttons of her shirt. Loosening it all, she ignored the temptation to do all the work for him. It wouldn’t be fun that way, she thought. She needed to feel his fingers on her skin. She could already imagine her hand strongly griping his as she guided his hand towards her brassiere … towards her pants, until she would be left entirely naked.
“Come here.”
He had read her thoughts somehow. He lay there, waiting for her … his hands twitching with anticipation. She nodded and joined him, lying beside him and letting him guide her body until he was bent above her. Cassandra guided his hand down with her towards her chest. He parted the soft fabric of her shirt, then, his eyes gazing at the obvious lump of her breasts underneath the bra.
Cassandra had no idea how he did it, but suddenly, her shirt was floating in the air while his fingers swiftly worked to pull down her trousers. He was working fast and breathlessly, an act that was getting her too excited. When he came back up to stare in her eyes, she knew he was done. Nothing stood between her and him except for her panties and brazier, and his shirt and….
She had watched with a more excited heart as his hands suddenly yanked his shirt off, his trousers sliding off five seconds later. He unclipped her brazier, a fancy French number Honor had gifted her the prior Christmas, within a second and threw the lacy material off the bed. For a moment, as they fell free, he had paused in awe at her endowment as she slid her underwear free from her body. Boxhall kissed her afterwards and she could feel his anticipation like a thing alive. They were going to make love, but a little teasing was in order first, she thought, and that was when she had started tracing his chest with her finger.
She would get that payment, after all and he was about to have a pleasing night – one that he probably never had before.
***
Putting her thoughts of the adventure that had led up to this moment aside, she suddenly ended her tease of the pleasuring she appeared ready to give him and she drew back from his navel and again, hovered over him with her hair cascading down. With a smile, he suddenly flipped her over on her back and took the position over her. When he bent closer he clasped his lips against hers and Cassandra gasped into his mouth and let her hand travel down the length of his arms. He was strong. He was muscular and he had smooth skin that she delighted in touching. With his solid body, she had to remind herself he was a banker. He had the physique not of someone who worked behind a desk and she loved it!
She let her fingers travel down his back, and without meaning, she gripped his ass and chuckled, loving the way his body flexed impulsively. He groaned his pleasure at whatever she did, and gaining more confidence, she trailed one hand back around front and found his saluting cock.
Cassie began to pull it with purpose, her eyes fluttering closed as he bent his head down towards her breasts as his playful revenge for her earlier undelivered oral tease. His lips closed around an already taut nipple. The more she jerked his cock, the more he suckled one or both. He placed his lips everywhere burying his head in between her balloon-shaped breasts and kept groaning as she pulled his cock. She loved the way it jerked in her hand under her ministrations.
There was no mystery about it. Cassandra knew it didn’t take her considerable detective skills to figure out how the night was going to end already. The tempo had been built. The rest of the music relied solely on how they would ride each other until they climaxed… not once, not twice… but as many times until neither of them could move on out of exhaustion.
She let go of his cock and pushed his head downwards, her thighs spreading wide to welcome his probing lips. A soft gasp left her lips as every part of his mouth began a wondrous work of magic that was to keep her entire body on edge until she couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Cassandra was now very wet as she spread her legs before him subconsciously as if inviting him. Using his middle finger, he found his way within her finding her to be very
slick and wet indeed. She moaned as he used his finger to stroke her gently. Cassie shuddered against him while muffling a scream of pleasure. He started licking and kissing every inch of her honeywell with a degree of skill she found most pleasing even as shivers ran down her spine.
As he worked her thighs were rubbing against his ears while she kept her eyes closed in deep ecstasy. She was so far away from all the madness and danger that had ensued in Beacon she felt as if it had happened to another woman.
But she was Cassandra Wilde who was nothing if not fair. It was time to deliver on her earlier tease. In one swift movement, she seized his shoulders and turned him on his back returning the favor by taking his dick to a promised destination. The rigged walls of her mouth and her tongue mixed with saliva she knew would give him a premonition of what it would feel like when he was last inside her.
Despite her mouthful she giggled as he used his thumb to playfully trace the lines of her eyebrows as he lay there clearly enjoying the sensations. Cassandra swished his cock inside her cheeks, drawing it as deep into her until it was completely inside her mouth, his thighs pressed up against her cheeks as her eyelashes brushed against his hair.
His groans grew louder and his breathing became more desperate. She firmly pleasured his dick with strong suction from her mouth as she fondled his heavy balls.
“Now! I want you now!”
The words almost startled her as neither had spoken in some time but she was more than happy to oblige. She repositioned herself on all fours and moaned with a pleasurable sigh as he pushed in slow while he shook his head saying something unintelligible. One of his hands returned to her breasts and she moaned loudly as he used it to fondle them.
The dashing and rich banking heir continued moving slowly matching the rocking of her hips. As she had been told my any number of her lovers she was a little bit tight and she wasn't sure how long he will be able to last. Suddenly he withdrew and slammed home again, making her unleash a wanton scream of pleasure. Bennet continued to thrust into her for all he was worth. She was enthusiastically driving back into him as well. Cassie flew past the tipping point and stars burst into her head as her body rippled as her orgasm ran its course. Bennet didn't last any longer either. Pulling out he let it all go across her lower back and the pair collapsed into a sweaty mess.
They lay there panting, clinging together in the afterglow. As this was only the beginning It was going to be one hell of a pleasure-filled night, Cassandra thought with much cheer.
PART 2
MASQURADES
CHAPTER 7
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CEDAR LEDGE RANCH
Alamieda, Arizona Territory
Two Days Later
Making her way up the long driveway that led to her family’s ranch, Honor Elizabeth paused for a moment and took in the sight of her home. Unlike the oldest children—Cassie, Dutch and Lijuan—the Cedar Ledge Ranch, with its incredibly vast land and hilltops had been the only home she ever truly knew. While it was a fact that she had been born in the East, the family had left it behind in the wake of her mother’s death, heading west towards the promise of a new life in Arizona.
With his newfound love, Mercedes Corderro at his side, her father, Whip had erected the magnificent two-story “L” shaped ranch house on a slight promontory that abutted huge jagged rock ledges that thrust themselves skyward. Mighty cedar trees also dotted the ledges and the lands surrounding their home, giving the ranch its name.
Honor truly loved her Cedar Ledge. She wouldn’t deny that she would always cherish the time she was schooled in Manhattan, especially since it had given her the chance to mingle with the successful black families of the city. There was something to be said about the comfort of being able to see others that looked like her all around. However, the family ranch was the one place she truly belonged; surrounded by the people she loved so much. They always had such good times together.
Tonight was promising to be another one of those times, Honor Elizabeth thought, as she hastened her steps and began to head back to the house. She was finished with her stroll around the ranch. It was high time to collect Lijuan and meet up with Cattie.
Inside, Lijuan was ensconced on the large sofa in the great sitting room of the Cedar Ledge Ranch and next to her was a curled-up Mister Muffins who had recently become Lijuan’s favorite companion. She had numerous binders and ledgers on the couch with her and currently had her head buried in them as she frantically searched for a particular item.
Honor Elizabeth, upon entering, was heading for the grand staircase when she caught sight of her on the couch. She quickly crossed over and stood in front of her with her hands on her hips.
“You hardly look ready!” she accused Lijuan.
Lijuan didn’t bother to raise her head from the ledgers. She simply grunted and gave her sister a dismissive rebuke. “I’m plenty ready if you’re talking about getting caught up on all the finances that fell to the wayside while we were off roaming about burning ghost towns.”
“I am not and you certainly well know it!” Honor shot back. Now tapping her hands on her hips.
Lijuan stared up at her, exasperated. “What?” she asked blankly. “What don’t I look ready for?”
Honor expressed her surprise by allowing her jaw to slightly drop downwards. “Surely, you are not going to pretend that you do not remember the three of us are going into town for a nice dinner, hopefully followed by an evening of drunken escapades at Gabriella’s Cantina?” she asked.
“What are you talking about?” Lijuan put aside the ledger she was going through and turned to fully stare at Honor, the expression on her face seeming blanker.
“Yesterday morning!” Honor cried out, stamping her foot. “We all agreed we were going to have a night out on the town. We surely deserve it after Beacon. You said you would go!”
“Wait a minute …” Lijuan said, realization dawning in her eyes, “… the same yesterday morning when I was neck deep trying to figure out the mix up with the feed shipment for the cattle? You and Cattie were in my office going on about something … this was it?”
“You presume correctly! It truly sounds to me like you were paying us not the least bit of attention.”
“I always say this ranch doesn’t run itself!” Lijuan bit back. “I’m sorry if I was distracted. I should have given you my full attention.”
“Apology accepted conditionally, of course …” Honor sighed, taking a brief moment to stare at Lijuan and the horde of ledgers surrounding her. “… and that condition would be that you get moving! Post haste!” she grinned afterwards, grabbing Lijuan’s hand and yanking her up unexpectedly.
“Hey!!” Lijuan yelled as the ledgers on her lap fell to the floor.
Honor obviously seemed irritated with her fixation to the books. She scooped up some in her hands and shook her head. “What is all this, Lannie? You have a perfectly good office. Why drag all this stuff in here?” she curtly inquired.
“If you must know, when Mrs. Chow came in to bring me lemonade, she noticed how dusty the windows were,” Lijuan recounted, grabbing the ledgers from Honor’s hands. “She ordered Mr. Chow to get busy cleaning them, so I basically got kicked out of my own office.”
Honor nodded subtly. There was a familiar affectionate tone that Lijuan had whenever she spoke of Mrs. Chow. The older Chinese woman had been the one to school Lijuan about her Chinese ancestry when she was young.
“Perfect.” Honor mumbled, focusing on the current need. “You shall have clean windows in the morning when you throw yourself back into your work. As for now, we have to go meet Cattie at the Double J Ranch!”
“The Double J? Why?” Lijuan seemed surprised.
“She went over there hours ago,” Honor explained. “She finally decided to make her play for the lovely Selena Santorez … at least, that is how she describes her.
Lijuan sighed and spontaneously reached down to pet Mister Muffins. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” she asked.
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nbsp; “She has not mentioned her to you?” Honor asked.
“Would I be asking if she did?”
A frown quickly crossed Honor’s face. “That sharp tongue of yours is going to get you in a world of trouble someday,” she hissed.
“Someday?!” Lijuan snorted. “Now who is Selena?”
“She’s the assistant cook over at the ranch,” Honor murmured, shaking her head at Lijuan’s nonchalance. “They met one day at the general store in Alamieda. Cattie’s been flirting with her ever since … she can tell that she’s receptive … though reticent, of course … few are as open as Cattie is when it comes to dalliances with your fellow gender.”
“That’s their problem.” Lijuan wrinkled her nose as the large sitting room became quiet briefly afterwards. Honor waited for her to finally give in and get them on the move.
“Well …” Lijuan finally sighed. “I don’t want to disappoint our little Cattie, so let’s go!”
***
What she had said about not wishing to let her little sister down was true, Lijuan thought, but she also knew she would enjoy a visit to the cantina. She would never be considered an overly social person and she had few relationships beyond her family, but there was one person that she truly considered a best friend and that was Gabriella, the proprietress of the bar.
Something had just clicked for Lijuan the first time she had met Gabriella. Perhaps she saw something of herself in the woman. Gabriella ran a business and was as tough as nails since she had no choice then to oversee an establishment rife with drunks, scoundrels, and all manner of jaspers. Lijuan admired and respected the way the older woman dealt with it all, whether it was with a commanding voice or the double-barreled shotgun that she kept behind the bar.
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