Sarah's Playmates (10 page)

“What’s a fine young man such as yourself
doing robbing trains?”

“Well, Miss, my family didn’t have much. My
pa died when I was five, and my ma drank herself to death. I fell
in with the wrong crowd,” he eyed Brack, “and the rest is
history.”

I sat on a rickety chair, just as an enormous
boom sounded overhead and the heavens opened up, lashing rain down
upon us. Brack hung his hat on a peg and sat next to me. He stared
with such intensity that the hair stood up on my arms.

“Here you go,” said Jimmy. “Have a
drink.”

“Thank you.” I took a sip, the liquid burning
a path down my throat.

“I don’t want booze,” muttered Milly. “Drink
is the curse of the land.”

“That’s right,” laughed Brack. “You Irish
could’a ruled the world, if you hadn’t invented whiskey.”

Millie glared at him. “You better watch out
for that one. He’ll steal the sugar outta your punch, if you let
him.”

“So I assume we’re with the infamous Corbett
Gang?” asked Isabelle. “Add that to the list of things I can tell
my grandchildren about.”

Exhaustion seeped into my weary bones,
producing a lengthy yawn. I seemed to have Brack’s undivided
attention, although I wasn’t speaking.

“We might need to turn the lights down, boys.
The ladies are tired.”

“Sarah and Isabelle will take the bed,”
stated Millie. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“I don’t think so.” Those warm eyes were on
me. “You sleep on the bed with Isabelle. Sarah’s with me.”

Millie bristled. “I think not, sir!”

Oh, my goodness!
That look all but
singed my nerve endings, stealing my will to argue. For some
reason, I could not resist this man, and that didn’t seem to bother
me at all.

“My bedroll is mighty comfy.” His grin
brought out the lines around his eyes. “I’ve never had any
complaints before.”

A smile stole across my face. “You take the
bed, Millie. I’m fine. I won’t let him touch me.”

Her stare burned holes in my back. “You’ve
lost your senses. He’s a villain of the worst sort, and you’re
going to sleep with him?”

“We’re all in the same room. Nothing’s going
to happen.” I muttered, “I’m too tired.”

Brack brought his hand down on the table,
rattling the whisky bottle. “It’s settled then. Let’s make
ourselves a little more comfortable, shall we?” His grin was hot
sex personified, mixed with a dangerous, raw quality that appealed
to me on nearly every level. “I’ll get the bedroll out.”

I was nearly dizzy with exhaustion, and the
whisky had relaxed my inhibitions. “Do you have a pillow?” My voice
was breathy soft and barely above a whisper.

“Honey, that’s what my arm’s for.”

Millie snorted. “How I’m going to explain
this to your mother, I’ll never know.” She lifted the covers on the
bed. “If there are bugs in here, I’ll scream.”

“That bed’s fine. No bedbugs. Honest,” said
Jimmy. “Slept in it last night, and I’ve got no bites on me
anywhere.” He grasped his crotch. “Although this is larger than it
should be. Anybody wanna help me out?” Brack and Buck snorted with
laughter.

“Ha!” said Isabelle. “You boys might be gun
slinging train robbers, but that doesn’t mean you have any skill
whatsoever below the waist.”

“Whoa…that sounds like a challenge, boys,”
said Brack. “Your virility is being called into question. You gonna
stand for that?”

Jimmy undid his belt. “That’s fine. I’ll be
happy to prove her wrong. I bet she’s never been with a real man
before. I’ll show her what for.”

“You’re welcome to try, train robber.” She
got on the bed, grinning. “This little disaster might not be such a
bad time after all.”

“Shush now,” admonished Millie. “Don’t
encourage them.”

“Come here.” Brack held out a hand.

“My back will ache tomorrow.”

“What happened to your arm? It’s all
blue.”

“Train crash. I landed on it.”

“You got lucky, honey. I bet a lotta folks
died.”

Images of smoke, charred bodies, and blood
filled my vision. “They did.” I scooted closer, and he grabbed me,
dragging me to him. “It was horrible.”

He sighed. “You go to sleep. It’ll all look
better in the morning.”

“I hope so.”

“Merry Christmas to me,” he murmured.

He smelled of leather, horse, whiskey, and
perspiration. He was all man and then some. The arms around me felt
strong. He vibrated with masculine energy, heady and seductive. I
closed my eyes, blotting out the horrors of the night, and fell
into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I wasn’t even going to pretend to be asleep,
as the touch of a man’s hand skimmed over my hip. At some point
during the night, I had turned from him, and the bottom portion of
my nightgown had worked its way up my thigh. He’d divested himself
of clothing; his shirt was off, and his pants were missing. Not one
word of complaint came from my lips regarding this change in
circumstance. Fingers skimmed over my thigh to my hip and back
again, leaving a path of little flutters that had me clamping my
lips together, preventing a moan from escaping.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he whispered,
huskily.

“Don’t touch me.”

His soft laughter teased my ear. “You and me
both want it. Don’t even try to pretend.”

I opened an eye to take a peek around the
room. Isabelle and Millie were fast asleep, and the other bandits
were unconscious on the floor. Feeling slightly less conspicuous
now, I wiggled closer to Brack. He responded by kissing my neck,
which sent shivers down my spine.

“Ooohh…”

“Sheee…honey…”

His roaming hand had slid between my thighs,
a finger rubbing my heated core. The fact that he slid inside
easily gave away the extent of my desire, highlighting my arousal,
and all but giving him permission to do as he pleased. A finger
opened me, and a second finger filled me, working in deeper.

“Kiss me,” he murmured.

I turned to glance at him, noting a sleepy
looking man with bleary eyes and messy hair. I’d never seen
anything sexier in my whole life, and as his fingers drove through
the silken confines of my pussy, my lips met his. The memory of the
kiss on the train came crashing through my consciousness, hot,
quick, and demanding. His lips were soft, yet persistent; his
tongue devouring me and mine invading his. I held nothing back in
that heated instant, enjoying the taste and feel of him.

His thumb grazed my nub, triggering a flood
of pleasure that fanned out to every part of my body. I felt
wetness on my thighs, which should have embarrassed me; instead, I
wiggled closer to him, hoping he would enter me. Answering the
silent request, he prodded me with a thick shaft, the tip rounded
and broad. A little push and he was buried, producing a slight
stinging sensation. I was sore from when Laughing Hawk had taken my
virginity.

“Honey,” he breathed. “It’s so tight.”

“If my mother knew I was letting a filthy
train robber touch me, she would disown me.”

His laughter filled my ears. “You ain’t
exactly fighting me, darlin’.”

“I should…”

Soft lips kissed the skin on my throat, his
teeth nipping gently. “Why fight? It’s what we both want. I knew it
the first time I saw you. That’s why I kissed you. If I didn’t take
what I wanted, it would be gone. I didn’t think I’d ever see you
again. Now what I don’t understand is how fate brought you to my
doorstep. That’s got me puzzled as hell.”

“I don’t know either…ooohh…don’t stop.”

He grasped my hip, thrusting deeper. “Like
that?” His voice was low and rich.

“Yes.” My hand slid to my pussy, where I
rubbed myself, producing a distracting tingling. “A little
more.”

“Does this fiancé of yours know you ain’t a
virgin?”

“Shush!”

“You be sure to tell him that a good for
nothin’ gunslinger had his cock in you. You tell him how you
screamed when I fucke—”

“Oh! You…horrible…man…ooohhhh…” I wasn’t able
to say anything else because the orgasm stole the breath from my
lungs. I shuddered, thrashing against him, my pussy contracting
sharply.

“Good Lord,” he murmured. “You’re a hot
one.”

My forehead was on my arm. “Oh, shut up.”

He continued to drive deep, pounding me
soundly. Then he pulled free. “Wrap your lips around me,” he
rasped.

That suggestion was wickedness personified,
but…being utterly curious about what his instrument looked like and
never having seen one before up close and personal, my
inquisitiveness won out by a mile, leaving my morals and my sense
of decency on the front doorstep. I wrapped a hand around him,
feeling hot, sticky wetness.

“What do I do?”

“Don’t bite…at least not hard. Suck on
it.”

I had caught a glimpse of the Indian’s cock,
and it looked as if skin covered it, like a snug blanket. This one
was free of skin, surprisingly long, and wondrously hard. I smelled
myself on him, which reminded me of having sex with Millie. As
streams of sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the walls, I
set about licking the tip of a magnificent looking penis. The
bandit fell onto his back, closing his eyes. I laved attention to
the leaking tip, wiping away clear fluid with my tongue.

“Oh, honey.”

“Am I doing this right?” I whispered.

“Yes…”

“Okay.”

He grasped his balls, pulling them away from
his body. “Lick these too.”

The soft looking sacs were coated in sparse
wisps of hair. A musky aroma teased my nose. I sucked a ball and
prodded it with my tongue, feeling the heat of him and wondering
how good something like this would feel, if I were a man. The same
amount of attention was bestowed upon its mate. When both had been
thoroughly attended to, I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft,
while he fingered his crown.

“Ooohh…honey…Oh! Shit!”

I was going to suck him again, but the tip
suddenly erupted in a spritz of whitish fluid. “Oh, my.”

“Oh my’s right,” quipped Jimmy, who eyed us
from across the room. “I wouldn’t mind being woken up like
that.”

I buried my face in Brack’s chest out of
embarrassment. “Ugh.”

“There are other women,” he chuckled. “This
one’s mine.”

“Those bitches ain’t nearly as friendly.”

“How do you know?” Isabelle sat up. Her hair
was a riot of tangles around her shoulders. “Maybe if you were
better at seduction like Mr. Corbett here, you might find women
more receptive.”

“Christ! These women are smart. I don’t even
understand half of them words.”

Brack held me close. “Merry Christmas to
me.”

“Stop saying that,” I giggled. “I’m not a
present.”

“Oh, yes you are. You’re the answer to my
prayers. Too bad I won’t live long enough to enjoy it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m headin’ for a hangin’, honey. A nice,
tight noose is in my future. Sooner than later. Maybe today.”

“No.”

“Yes. Make no mistake about it. I’m livin’ on
borrowed time. That being said, I’m gonna speak my mind. You’re the
prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I could love you so easy. I
could marry you and have babies with you. I could grow old with
you.” He gazed at me. “I’m seein’ us on rocking chairs, sipping ice
tea with grandbabies all around.” He moved a strand of hair away
from my face. “Thank you for a lifetime of happiness.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Oh,
Brack.” The immediacy of the situation hit home like a perfectly
aimed rock. The meanings of his words were bittersweet, tinged with
the tragic undertones of impending doom. These few hours together
would be the only ones we had.

“I need to use the facilities,” muttered
Millie. Her unhappy glare was directed towards me. “Don’t think I
didn’t hear everything.”

“I’m sorry.” I turned, staring at her. “I
wanted to resist him. I…really did.”

She snorted in reply, flinging a shapely leg
over the side of the bed. “Try not to get into trouble while I’m
gone.” She glared at me. “I wasn’t speaking to you. You’ve already
gone and done it.”

“He’s gonna hang soon, Millie, and
he’s…adorable.” I glanced at Brack. “What a shame.”

“The sooner we get to California, the
better.” She padded to the door. “Which way to the privy?”

“Open your lungs, and take a whiff,” said
Jimmy. “You can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”

“So, Jimmy,” said Isabelle. “What do you have
to offer a girl?” She had woken up on the saucy side of the street
this morning.

He stood, dropping his pants, and exposing an
impressive looking cock. “This here is eight inches of prime cut
meat, Miss Isabelle. It’s all yours for the very low price of a
wink and a smile.”

Isabelle scratched her chin. “Hum…how many
ladies have had the pleasure of this…eight inch blessing?”

“Not that many. It’s hard to get…er…pleasure
on the run. It’s not everyday the Lord sends us three beautiful
women dressed in nothin’ but night clothes.”

“Indeed.” Her smile was sassy, as she lifted
the garment over her head, tossing it to the floor. “Why don’t you
bring that blessing over here and let me get a better look at
it.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Brack’s chuckling was contagious. My soon to
be sister-in-law was playing the part of the floosy, but one had to
wonder how much of her behavior was acting and how much of it was
the real Isabelle.

“You’re an impressive stud, big boy.” She
wrapped her hand around his cock. “Oh, the games we could
play.”

“Ahem. It’s hardly fair to leave me out now,
is it?” asked Buck. “I’ve got my own God given gifts, and I
wouldn’t mind lending a hand. Looks like that’s a lotta woman for
one man.”