crinoline and lace.
Mary Margaret gasped as he rubbed against her. He forced her back against the wall and held her there, staring down the bridge of his nose as if he were mesmerized, as if she’d placed him under a lusty spell.
“You’ve been without a woman so long you’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to lay one down and love her. It’s been at least a year, maybe longer, since you’ve put your dick anywhere worth remembering. Unless of course, you have a good strong grip and I’m betting you do.”
Rather than take her jabs lying down, Jared did what any man in his position would do. He moistened his lips and said, “You trying to tempt the devil, honey?”
“I hope so,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” he asked in a raspy voice. “Because it won’t take much. You know that. You feel where I am. Don’t ‘cha baby?”
“Absolutely.”
A dry chuckle escaped his lips. “Hell has a special place for women like you. But don’t worry, Mary Margaret. I plan to reform you before you’re forced to visit there.”
Chapter Four
“Mary Margaret! Are you in there?” Annabelle sounded panicked.
“Maybe you should release me,” Mary Margaret whispered against his lips. “Otherwise I might be tempted to put on a show.”
“I didn’t think you had time,” Jared challenged her.
“I don’t,” she assured him, thinking the stagecoach to Stockton was one she could afford to miss. The hard cock poking between her clothes, practically piercing through her folds, was far more tempting than galloping horses carrying her into the vast prairie and an uncertain future.
She still wasn’t sure what kind of job these fellows wanted performed. If past work experience prepared her for five hard and handsome cowboys, then she was sure to find plenty of personal perks and benefits working for bounty hunters.
“So you aren’t interested in what we can offer you?” Jared asked.
“I’m listening.” She stared at the door. Annabelle wouldn’t go away and she was far too intrigued by the pending proposition.
“Mary Margaret! Open up!”
“I think you’d better get that.” Jared released her. She slid down the length of his body and strolled across the room, straightening her skirts as she walked. Butterflies took flight and the fluttering sensation in the pit of her gut was quite abrasive rather than soft and fluffy. The pains alone should’ve been a warning.
Then again, she’d always loved a challenge.
While the anticipation may have gotten the best of her, the angst in the air was hard to describe. There was plenty of sexual chemistry. The mutual attraction between her and each man present was understood and quite defined by their individual expressions, their uncanny ability to hide their interest. She couldn’t defy her own building lust and she wouldn’t deny them if they made an offer she couldn’t refuse.
Swinging open the door, Mary Margaret moved out of the way and allowed Annabelle to peer inside. “Oh, I’m uh…I’m…sorry.”
“We told you we had business with Mary Margaret,” Tuff reminded her.
“I was afraid you’d leave without saying goodbye,” Annabelle said, studying Creed.
Mary Margaret faced the man holding Annabelle’s interest. “If you’d like, Annabelle can keep you company while your friends explain themselves.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Creed replied firmly.
Mary Margaret was strangely relieved. “Sorry, Annabelle.”
“Don’t mention it. Seems the older whores around here were right. You always get the good guys.”
Annabelle disappeared and Mary Margaret returned to her guests. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. The older whores were working girls like herself, not a day over thirty-five. Most of them were considerably younger than Mary Margaret.
Had she just been insulted? Probably. Annabelle and Mary Margaret were friends but at the moment, Mary Margaret had a man in her room holding Annabelle’s interest. In a whorehouse
Mary Margaret gasped as he rubbed against her. He forced her back against the wall and held her there, staring down the bridge of his nose as if he were mesmerized, as if she’d placed him under a lusty spell.
“You’ve been without a woman so long you’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to lay one down and love her. It’s been at least a year, maybe longer, since you’ve put your dick anywhere worth remembering. Unless of course, you have a good strong grip and I’m betting you do.”
Rather than take her jabs lying down, Jared did what any man in his position would do. He moistened his lips and said, “You trying to tempt the devil, honey?”
“I hope so,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” he asked in a raspy voice. “Because it won’t take much. You know that. You feel where I am. Don’t ‘cha baby?”
“Absolutely.”
A dry chuckle escaped his lips. “Hell has a special place for women like you. But don’t worry, Mary Margaret. I plan to reform you before you’re forced to visit there.”
Chapter Four
“Mary Margaret! Are you in there?” Annabelle sounded panicked.
“Maybe you should release me,” Mary Margaret whispered against his lips. “Otherwise I might be tempted to put on a show.”
“I didn’t think you had time,” Jared challenged her.
“I don’t,” she assured him, thinking the stagecoach to Stockton was one she could afford to miss. The hard cock poking between her clothes, practically piercing through her folds, was far more tempting than galloping horses carrying her into the vast prairie and an uncertain future.
She still wasn’t sure what kind of job these fellows wanted performed. If past work experience prepared her for five hard and handsome cowboys, then she was sure to find plenty of personal perks and benefits working for bounty hunters.
“So you aren’t interested in what we can offer you?” Jared asked.
“I’m listening.” She stared at the door. Annabelle wouldn’t go away and she was far too intrigued by the pending proposition.
“Mary Margaret! Open up!”
“I think you’d better get that.” Jared released her. She slid down the length of his body and strolled across the room, straightening her skirts as she walked. Butterflies took flight and the fluttering sensation in the pit of her gut was quite abrasive rather than soft and fluffy. The pains alone should’ve been a warning.
Then again, she’d always loved a challenge.
While the anticipation may have gotten the best of her, the angst in the air was hard to describe. There was plenty of sexual chemistry. The mutual attraction between her and each man present was understood and quite defined by their individual expressions, their uncanny ability to hide their interest. She couldn’t defy her own building lust and she wouldn’t deny them if they made an offer she couldn’t refuse.
Swinging open the door, Mary Margaret moved out of the way and allowed Annabelle to peer inside. “Oh, I’m uh…I’m…sorry.”
“We told you we had business with Mary Margaret,” Tuff reminded her.
“I was afraid you’d leave without saying goodbye,” Annabelle said, studying Creed.
Mary Margaret faced the man holding Annabelle’s interest. “If you’d like, Annabelle can keep you company while your friends explain themselves.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Creed replied firmly.
Mary Margaret was strangely relieved. “Sorry, Annabelle.”
“Don’t mention it. Seems the older whores around here were right. You always get the good guys.”
Annabelle disappeared and Mary Margaret returned to her guests. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts. The older whores were working girls like herself, not a day over thirty-five. Most of them were considerably younger than Mary Margaret.
Had she just been insulted? Probably. Annabelle and Mary Margaret were friends but at the moment, Mary Margaret had a man in her room holding Annabelle’s interest. In a whorehouse
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