you."
It was his turn to cross his arms and stare at her. He looked at the creamy white flesh, and the softness of a woman's body. His cock bobbled, pointing at her strongly. I want that, I want that, I want that ... His voice was a guttural growl when he answered.
"You've taken up my time and already owe me. You can either take a bath with me or bend over the nearest bale of straw right now while I settle our account."
She glared, but he ignored her hostility, focusing instead on the flush that warmed her skin. “Until I say otherwise, you'll follow my directions. Now get in the tub."
He concluded that he might have to wrestle her into the water and stepped closer, dropping his hand to her nipple, thumbing it to attention. He palmed the plump melon and squeezed, “Looks to me like you're ready for me, Naomi."
"What are you doing?” she gasped, displaying real horror as her nipples reached for him. For a minute he thought she might run bare naked from the barn, screaming like a banshee.
He timed the moment her glance dropped lower and she remembered that her full glory was exposed to him. “Ohhh...” she moaned and covered the pale silken curls with one hand, wrapping her other arm across her breasts as she backed away from him.
"Better be care—” his warning was too late. He caught a glimpse of creamy pink flesh between splayed thighs as she lost her balance and fell backwards into the half-filled horse trough. Not one to miss an opportunity, he climbed in behind her and pulled her, sputtering, to the surface.
"Like I said, the tub's plenty big enough for both of us. Now settle back down and enjoy yourself. I'm sure going to.” He surrounded her slim hips with his thighs and rubbed his cock against her back while cupping her breasts in his hands.
She was breathing in small pants, her ribs moving against the edge of his palm. He pulled her head back and fit it against his chest.
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Chapter Five
It wasn't the way Naomi had thought it would happen. She had already been with this man through the dusk into darkness. It was time they needed for traveling.
But the bounty hunter seemed intent on coupling with her before they set out on the trail of the Comancheros. There was no getting his attention. He was like Pa Lancaster's terrier after a rat—only this time she was the rat, and it appeared he might be going to devour her. She tried to reason with him.
"Mr. Wolf, we need to get on the trail of the men who kidnapped my students. Surely we could conduct this part of our transaction after we have completed the rescue."
It was a difficult proposition to sell since as she spoke, he ignored her suggestions, exploring the valleys and hills of her body. His fingers ran willy-nilly up her ribs, seeming to count them, possibly to make certain she was real.
For a man who had needs , he was certainly taking his time. And now she was held captive between his thighs, and unless she turned around and risked bumping that waving protrusion of his, she couldn't see his eyes.
She needed to be able to read his eyes; the rest of him was just a blank slate, but she knew his thoughts when she looked into his eyes.
But it wasn't to be. He held her, her back to his chest, and controlled her body in spite of her will to resist.
Her clearly developed plans were delivered as moaned suggestions suborned to his will. While she marshaled her arguments, he explored her body, top to bottom.
When he slid his hands between her thighs, she stiffened her legs and made her back rigid. Still, he gave her a reprieve from his lower exploration to press his thumbs against her nipples. She expelled her breath in a loud, thankful breath, only to gasp in shock. Not finished with her nipples, he rotated them, before pinching each nub between finger and thumb.
She had never felt anything like that in her life. Even in moments of her own self-explorations her breasts had remained—well—breasts. They had become
It was his turn to cross his arms and stare at her. He looked at the creamy white flesh, and the softness of a woman's body. His cock bobbled, pointing at her strongly. I want that, I want that, I want that ... His voice was a guttural growl when he answered.
"You've taken up my time and already owe me. You can either take a bath with me or bend over the nearest bale of straw right now while I settle our account."
She glared, but he ignored her hostility, focusing instead on the flush that warmed her skin. “Until I say otherwise, you'll follow my directions. Now get in the tub."
He concluded that he might have to wrestle her into the water and stepped closer, dropping his hand to her nipple, thumbing it to attention. He palmed the plump melon and squeezed, “Looks to me like you're ready for me, Naomi."
"What are you doing?” she gasped, displaying real horror as her nipples reached for him. For a minute he thought she might run bare naked from the barn, screaming like a banshee.
He timed the moment her glance dropped lower and she remembered that her full glory was exposed to him. “Ohhh...” she moaned and covered the pale silken curls with one hand, wrapping her other arm across her breasts as she backed away from him.
"Better be care—” his warning was too late. He caught a glimpse of creamy pink flesh between splayed thighs as she lost her balance and fell backwards into the half-filled horse trough. Not one to miss an opportunity, he climbed in behind her and pulled her, sputtering, to the surface.
"Like I said, the tub's plenty big enough for both of us. Now settle back down and enjoy yourself. I'm sure going to.” He surrounded her slim hips with his thighs and rubbed his cock against her back while cupping her breasts in his hands.
She was breathing in small pants, her ribs moving against the edge of his palm. He pulled her head back and fit it against his chest.
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Chapter Five
It wasn't the way Naomi had thought it would happen. She had already been with this man through the dusk into darkness. It was time they needed for traveling.
But the bounty hunter seemed intent on coupling with her before they set out on the trail of the Comancheros. There was no getting his attention. He was like Pa Lancaster's terrier after a rat—only this time she was the rat, and it appeared he might be going to devour her. She tried to reason with him.
"Mr. Wolf, we need to get on the trail of the men who kidnapped my students. Surely we could conduct this part of our transaction after we have completed the rescue."
It was a difficult proposition to sell since as she spoke, he ignored her suggestions, exploring the valleys and hills of her body. His fingers ran willy-nilly up her ribs, seeming to count them, possibly to make certain she was real.
For a man who had needs , he was certainly taking his time. And now she was held captive between his thighs, and unless she turned around and risked bumping that waving protrusion of his, she couldn't see his eyes.
She needed to be able to read his eyes; the rest of him was just a blank slate, but she knew his thoughts when she looked into his eyes.
But it wasn't to be. He held her, her back to his chest, and controlled her body in spite of her will to resist.
Her clearly developed plans were delivered as moaned suggestions suborned to his will. While she marshaled her arguments, he explored her body, top to bottom.
When he slid his hands between her thighs, she stiffened her legs and made her back rigid. Still, he gave her a reprieve from his lower exploration to press his thumbs against her nipples. She expelled her breath in a loud, thankful breath, only to gasp in shock. Not finished with her nipples, he rotated them, before pinching each nub between finger and thumb.
She had never felt anything like that in her life. Even in moments of her own self-explorations her breasts had remained—well—breasts. They had become
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