WildOutlaws (9 page)

It was a wet snow and the horses were beginning to have great difficulty trudging through the drifts. At one point, Mary Margaret had begun to think they wouldn’t make it back to town, but when she had just about given up all hope, she saw a figure up ahead. Minutes later, Buck was at their side.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it!” he screamed, the wind whipping around them.

“Ye of little faith!” David yelled back.

They rode for another hour. What should’ve taken about fifteen minutes became the most treacherous journey of Mary Margaret’s life.

She was cold and nearly despondent when Tuff dragged her from the horse, pulling her off the mount and yelling for Jared and Creed. “Get these animals over to the stables! David, you and Buck go on over to the hotel. See the clerk for a hot bath.”

Her head rested against his shoulder as he carried her into the saloon. Trudging over several steps at a time, he entered her bedroom like a bear, hurriedly stripping her the second he released her.

“I paid for a hot bath. Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

He stripped and peeled the layers away. At one point a ripping sound poured into the room. Her eyes watered and he quickly said, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t get the blasted thing unzipped.”

She didn’t care about the dress. She was more concerned over the fact she couldn’t feel her fingers. Her legs were numb and her toes were practically nonexistent. When he pushed her to the bed and tugged her boots away from her body, she immediately looked down, terrified she would find her feet missing a few toes.

“You shouldn’t…pay…for…bath…” Her teeth chattered.

“Honey, I have to warm you up. Hot water is quicker than any other way.” He examined her arms, lifting one limb and then the other before twisting and turning one leg in order to see the underside of her calves. “You don’t appear to have frostbite. You’re just cold. We can fix that.”

“Yes, but…the…whores…bathe…free…at the end of…the hall.” She took a ragged breath. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Actually, I should’ve. I paid because I plan to join you.”

* * * *

Tuff carried her to the room at the end of the hall. Constance left them fresh towels on a wooden stool and let herself out.

Dressed only in her pantaloons and a thin chemise, Mary Margaret looked at him as if she’d never undressed in front of a man before. He was beginning to question her experience. Then again, he dismissed all notions. The reputation Mary Margaret earned was owned. What he was seeing was fear. The woman damn near died out there in the weather. He was lucky she wasn’t in shock.

“Let me help you,” he said, sliding the white material away from her slender shoulders. Her eyes followed his as his gaze drifted down the length of her body.

He rolled the wet material away from her breasts and held his breath, unable to breathe. “You’re perfect, Mary Margaret.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder as he undressed her. Once the pantaloons were off, he tossed them aside. Offering her his arm, he assisted her as she stepped into the water.

Once there, she relaxed in the freestanding tub, immediately placing her head on the cushion he’d requested they install. Money afforded certain luxuries and she apparently enjoyed the treat.

He secured and locked the door then took a seat next to her and watched her soak. She seemed unaware of his presence.

Keeping her eyes closed, she moaned as if she were either in the throes of passion, quietly taking advantage of a rising orgasm or in a deep, perhaps troubled, sleep. Her fingers curled over the sides of the tub and her legs gently parted.

He couldn’t resist looking into her bath, gazing under the translucent waters at the small patch of pubic hair bunched between her legs. He moistened his lips. Another man had recently visited there. He’d smelled David on her when he’d helped her disrobe.

“I always thought I’d be the first one,” he said, not exactly envious, just making a statement.

Her head rolled to the side and she looked at him. “So did I.”

For some reason, her admittance brought a surge of satisfaction. He wasn’t sure if he’d expected her to deny their intimate involvement or if he’d braced for some sort of woman-fuss. Either way, he appreciated the honesty between them.  

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked, itching to touch her, wondering if she’d mind if he stroked the back of her hand and unsure if he questioned what she’d welcome because of her vulnerable current position or his own. He wasn’t exactly an invited guest there. He paid for the bath to give himself an advantage.

The way he saw things at the moment, he was enjoying his money’s worth. He wondered how she viewed their situation.

“Did you make it to the cemetery?” he asked, deciding it was best if he focused on conversation rather than gaped at her body like he’d never seen a naked woman before.

“Yes. We had good weather on the way to Pikes Peak. We ran into snow on the way back down the mountain. Poor Buck was at the fork waiting for us all that time. He may have frostbite. Have you checked on him?”

Tuff arched a brow.

She snickered like a school girl. “Of course you haven’t. You’ve been with me. I think I lost my senses along the snowy trail.”

“It’s understandable. The old timers in the saloon claim we’re in for the biggest blizzard Colorado has ever seen.”

“I hope not,” Mary Margaret said. “The tent communities can’t survive heavy snows.”

“I imagine not,” Tuff said thoughtfully, rubbing his jaw.

“Would you like to join me?” Mary Margaret asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

She fluttered her eyelashes. “I won’t bite, you know.”

He stood up and peeled off his clothing. “Yeah, but you never know, I might.”

“I hope so,” she teased him as he stepped away from his breeches and dropped his drawers. “Damn boy! Don’t I hope so.”

* * * *

It was another telling moment. She was a whore and she just couldn’t get past it no matter how hard she tried. As soon as Tuff undressed, she couldn’t help herself. Goodness, she’d never spotted a penis as long and wide as Tuff’s.

His cock was nothing short of magnificently pretty. Annabelle was the first whore Mary Margaret could remember calling a man’s dick out as such. Mary Margaret had never had the first cause to use the phrase but now she did.

“If you don’t mind my saying so,” she rasped, the second Tuff’s foot landed in the water next to her hip. “You have a magnificently pretty dick.”

He laughed. “Thank you.”

She threw her arm behind her head and gripped the tub. “Do you see anything you like?”

The enclosed porcelain area was cozy and since there really wasn’t any other place for Tuff to land, he straddled her. It was a good thing. She didn’t feel like wasting time in the first place. After she saw what he had hanging between his legs, she couldn’t wait to either feel him swelling between her lips—either set would be fine.

Rather than beat around the bush, he dropped his head to her chest and immediately nipped at her full breasts. Taking extra care around the nipples, he flattened his tongue over one hard bead and then the next. “These will hold my attention.”

He suckled her fullness, drawing the weight of her breast inside his hot mouth as his fingers swirled around her opening. She bumped against his hand, encouraging him to penetrate her.

Tuff wasn’t in any hurry. She liked that in a man.

What she found disconcerting was the way he watched her. She was a whore for crying out loud. Men didn’t look at her while they used her body for their own satisfaction. They rarely kissed her. They certainly didn’t tilt their heads and watch the way she responded to their touch which was precisely what Tuff appeared to be doing and it was driving her crazy!

“Did you and David fuck?” he asked. He knew damn good and well they did. David wasn’t a man a woman could keep at foreplay. And why would she want to?

“Yes,” she replied, moaning when he immediately stuffed two fingers between her folds. He slowly swirled the digits inside her, watching her more intently, his brow wrinkling as he studied her face.

“Did you like it?”

“No,” she said quietly. “I loved it.”

He snarled. Two more fingers disappeared inside her. Two occupied the front and she felt double trouble in the back. His fingers parted like scissors as he fingered her in a way she’d never thought of as particularly possible. He seemed to reach places no other man had tried to find and if he kept stirring those digits inside her, she’d have an explosive orgasm, the kind certain to rock the building.

“Relax,” he said. “You’re too stiff.”

“So are you,” she said, eying the purplish tint to his hard dick.

He licked his lips, swiping a long tongue over the bottom one nice and slow.

“Are you offering?” she asked, studying that damning tool men often refused to use on whores. In fact, when was the last time she’d had a man lick her pussy? She couldn’t recall.

“I will,” he said. “Is my tongue what you want?”

“It isn’t what I want,” she reminded him. “It’s what a future wife will want and expect.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she said, grunting when his fingers in the back probed too high.

He frowned and removed his fingers, dropping kisses on her knees as she splayed her legs. “How do you know? I didn’t think you had girlfriends who were in the family way?”

She laughed. “In the family way means pregnant and I’ve plenty of friends who’ve been knocked up.

“And no, I haven’t had that many friends who were married but whore or wife, we’re still women all the same. Women like a little tongue action.”

“I imagine so.”

“Think of it like this. If it feels good to you, it probably feels really nice to us as well.”

“Makes sense to me,” he said, kissing a trail up her inner thigh.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Absolutely,” he replied. “Go on. Tell me how you like it.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking down on him as he darted his head under water and playfully kissed her mound. When he rose above water level again, he shook his head and water sprayed everywhere.

He shot her an amazing smile. “I want you to tell me how you like for a man to eat your pussy and don’t leave anything out. Be explicit. If you are, I’ll reward you in ways you never imagined.”

Mary Margaret’s center heated at the thought. She wanted the intimate gifts and she could be as sensual as he wanted her to be in order to earn her due.

“I like a man who goes deep and wide, fluttering his tongue as he darts it in and out.”

Tuff’s hand disappeared between her thighs. He rolled her clit as she watched him, his neck arching as she spoke, his mouth opening as if he found intense joy by giving her pleasure.

“It’s important for a man to be uninhibited during oral sex. He wants a woman who will go at his cock like she’s famished. A woman wants the same thing. She wants a man to eat her out like he isn’t afraid to get her juices all over his lips and face, chin and cheeks.”

“Really?” he asked, acting as if he’d never thought of consuming a woman as she suggested.

He inserted two fingers inside her and twirled the digits around and around. Using his free hand he pressed his thumb to her clit and left it there, never offering to move it again. She was too aware of the building pleasure, the pending promise.

“I love it when a man uses his tongue and goes deep inside me, twisting and twirling that meaty flesh as high inside me as he can reach.”

“What about an orgasm? Do you prefer to ride one out with a man’s tongue or would you rather him take you to the brink and then tower over you, plunge inside you right before you come?”

Her nipples spiked and he noticed. He stared at her breasts and licked his lips. “Beautiful.”

“I like either but if I’m right there, I don’t want a man to stop. Look at it this way. It’s like working all day for a wage that’s never earned. If your head is in my lap and you’re licking my pussy, don’t you want me to enjoy it?”

“Sure I do.”

“Then what’s the point in stopping right before I get off?” she asked, unable to resist the temptation now. She squeezed her nipple and dropped her head back, relaxing against the cushion again.

And she enticed a man straight out of the water.

Chapter Eight

He took her by surprise. She’d give him that. He left their things strewn across the floor. He half-assed everything from there, wrapping a towel around his waist—one he lost but attempted to wear all the same—and draped one over her bare bottom right after he slung her across his shoulder.

Storming toward her room, they passed an open-mouthed Tara who never bothered to turn around. Mary Margaret couldn’t blame her. Tuff had a great ass and if she had the chance to view it, she’d stare too.

In fact, she had that opportunity.

After he dumped her on the bed, he took long strides across the room and slammed the door. Good Lord, the man had a shapely behind. His butt cheeks clenched as he took each step and she was itching to get a hold of that bottom and use him up the way a woman should.

As quickly as he could, he returned to the bed. Towering over her, he dragged her to the edge of the mattress and stretched out between her splayed legs.

And that’s when the student quickly became the teacher, hovering over her pussy lips like a man in control.

Mary Margaret was tempted to stretch her neck and look down the length of her body. Instead, she stayed put. Her head rested on a stack of pillows and she placed her pleasure in Tuff’s capable lips.

He assaulted her with a reverent tongue, licking through her folds with quick strokes, rapid fluttering driving her to the brink of orgasm almost from the start. He tossed one leg over his shoulder and then the other, making her more available, more susceptible to the oral attention he lavished upon her.

Licking through her folds with leisurely swipes, he took his time tonguing her pussy, literally stuffing his thick tongue into the heart of her core. When she finally looked at him, she was pleasantly surprised to see him staring up at her.

He winked as he ate her, his head twisting from side to side. He acted as if oral sex was the greatest all-time reward and she’d certainly rate the experience as one of the finest.