I held her waist, lifting and lowering her onto my cock, all the while looking my fill at her luscious curves. "I'll show you," I promised. And I did.
Three hours later, I wanted her again. It was torture to have her sitting on my lap, her ass right above my cock for the ride back to the ranch. Work could wait. My need for my wife could not. I wanted to carry her over the threshold and up to our bedroom and not let her leave for a week. Surely by then I'd be sated.
The sight of Meecham standing on my porch steps diminished my ardor. He wore a black suit, crisp and sharp. His balding head and jowls were damp with sweat from the sun. The thin mustache above his lip did nothing to age his baby face; it was all the facial hair he could grow.
"Leaving the bank unattended, Junior?" I asked. He hated to be called that, a constant reminder that he wasn't his own man, but his father's son.
His thin lips pursed, which made them disappear. He wiped at his brow with his handkerchief, but kept his eyes on Caroline. This was the first he'd seen of her and most certainly realized what he'd lost. "Stevens will be throwing you in jail."
I lowered Caroline to the ground, then dismounted myself. I put one hand on her shoulder to keep her close, but she did not appear to want to leave my side, which was fine by me. "Oh, what for?"
Meecham stepped off the porch and approached. "Kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment. Rape."
I was calm until he said the word rape. "Did I force my attentions on you, Caroline?"
Her hair was back once again in a simple, neat bun at the nape of her neck, all curls perfectly in place. She wore the pale blue dress I pulled from the hiding place before our simple breakfast in the shack. That was all. Her shift had been ripped and was of no use. I refused her drawers and her corset. The first was banned so I could have easy access, the latter because it was too confining and restrictive. Perhaps it was her tight nipples pressing against her dress that had Meecham hurling ridiculous allegations. This had me questioning my ban on the corset; I wanted no man to see how her nipples responded to me.
"No," she replied softly, then repeated it, only louder.
Frank - one of my ranch hands - approached. "Need any help, boss?"
My men weren't just my employees; they were friends. Family really. There was no question that all of the men had seen Meecham ride up. I could only imagine his tirade yesterday when he did. Whether he spent the night somewhere - I wouldn't put it past the man to claim a guest room - or if he rode from town once again this morning, I did not know.
"Just take care of the horse. I can take care of Junior."
"No problem," Frank replied.
"Let me introduce you to my wife, Caroline."
"Wife?" Meecham bellowed.
Frank took a step toward the bastard.
"I've got him, Frank. Thank you."
The man led the horse away, but I had no doubt he'd send someone back to monitor Meecham.
"As for kidnapping," I continued, as if Meecham hadn't shouted, "I was too excited to wait another minute to see her, so I stopped the stage. McCallister didn't mind."
"You can't be married to her." Spittle went flying and the man's tone had Caroline moving behind me.
"I can. Just so happens I ran into Stevens yesterday and he performed the ceremony."
He must have seen the truth on my face or heard it in my voice, because his face turned a mottled red and I feared for his health. His waistline was quite broad from overindulgence. An excess of food, liquor and women led to a poor well-being.
He approached, pointing a finger at me, and I pushed Caroline behind me all the way. I heard footsteps and knew some of my men had joined us, but held back.
"It was his money. You wanted it all. You don't want her ," he slurred. "You'd take any bitch that came along if she had an inheritance."
I heard Caroline gasp, but she didn't speak.
"Get the hell off my property, Junior. There's nothing here that belongs to you. Never did. You might not be
Three hours later, I wanted her again. It was torture to have her sitting on my lap, her ass right above my cock for the ride back to the ranch. Work could wait. My need for my wife could not. I wanted to carry her over the threshold and up to our bedroom and not let her leave for a week. Surely by then I'd be sated.
The sight of Meecham standing on my porch steps diminished my ardor. He wore a black suit, crisp and sharp. His balding head and jowls were damp with sweat from the sun. The thin mustache above his lip did nothing to age his baby face; it was all the facial hair he could grow.
"Leaving the bank unattended, Junior?" I asked. He hated to be called that, a constant reminder that he wasn't his own man, but his father's son.
His thin lips pursed, which made them disappear. He wiped at his brow with his handkerchief, but kept his eyes on Caroline. This was the first he'd seen of her and most certainly realized what he'd lost. "Stevens will be throwing you in jail."
I lowered Caroline to the ground, then dismounted myself. I put one hand on her shoulder to keep her close, but she did not appear to want to leave my side, which was fine by me. "Oh, what for?"
Meecham stepped off the porch and approached. "Kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment. Rape."
I was calm until he said the word rape. "Did I force my attentions on you, Caroline?"
Her hair was back once again in a simple, neat bun at the nape of her neck, all curls perfectly in place. She wore the pale blue dress I pulled from the hiding place before our simple breakfast in the shack. That was all. Her shift had been ripped and was of no use. I refused her drawers and her corset. The first was banned so I could have easy access, the latter because it was too confining and restrictive. Perhaps it was her tight nipples pressing against her dress that had Meecham hurling ridiculous allegations. This had me questioning my ban on the corset; I wanted no man to see how her nipples responded to me.
"No," she replied softly, then repeated it, only louder.
Frank - one of my ranch hands - approached. "Need any help, boss?"
My men weren't just my employees; they were friends. Family really. There was no question that all of the men had seen Meecham ride up. I could only imagine his tirade yesterday when he did. Whether he spent the night somewhere - I wouldn't put it past the man to claim a guest room - or if he rode from town once again this morning, I did not know.
"Just take care of the horse. I can take care of Junior."
"No problem," Frank replied.
"Let me introduce you to my wife, Caroline."
"Wife?" Meecham bellowed.
Frank took a step toward the bastard.
"I've got him, Frank. Thank you."
The man led the horse away, but I had no doubt he'd send someone back to monitor Meecham.
"As for kidnapping," I continued, as if Meecham hadn't shouted, "I was too excited to wait another minute to see her, so I stopped the stage. McCallister didn't mind."
"You can't be married to her." Spittle went flying and the man's tone had Caroline moving behind me.
"I can. Just so happens I ran into Stevens yesterday and he performed the ceremony."
He must have seen the truth on my face or heard it in my voice, because his face turned a mottled red and I feared for his health. His waistline was quite broad from overindulgence. An excess of food, liquor and women led to a poor well-being.
He approached, pointing a finger at me, and I pushed Caroline behind me all the way. I heard footsteps and knew some of my men had joined us, but held back.
"It was his money. You wanted it all. You don't want her ," he slurred. "You'd take any bitch that came along if she had an inheritance."
I heard Caroline gasp, but she didn't speak.
"Get the hell off my property, Junior. There's nothing here that belongs to you. Never did. You might not be
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