Lucille's Lawman Page 4
“Yes, honey, your beautiful cunt. I’m going to taste you and make you feel good.”
“Like when I sucked your cock?” Her honesty made him grin.
“Like that only I’ll be pleasuring you.”
“Sean?”
“Hm?”
“I think I will like this.”
He almost choked on his surprise. She was such a treasure. “I think you will too.”
Her mound was covered in beautiful reddish brown hair, smelling of soap and woman. He spread her nether lips and found the glistening pink folds of her core. The scent of her arousal filled him and he could wait no longer.
He blew on her heated flesh and her soft thighs trembled. Sean scooted closer until he was inches away from her then reached out and laved her from top to bottom.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “Do that again.”
Sean licked her from top to bottom slowly this time, eliciting a string of curses from her. She obviously liked this part.
Her taste coated his tongue as he got down to business. He slid one finger then two into her tight passage and focused on her clit. The hooded nubbin pulsed as he nibbled and licked at it. Her breath came with each thrust of his fingers. She pushed her heels into the bed and held onto the wood frame so tight, he heard a crack.
“Oh God, Sean, what are you doing to me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”
“Let it happen, honey. Come right on my tongue. I want to feel you come.” He sucked on her clit and fucked her with three fingers. Her body shook with her impending orgasm and her thighs closed in around his shoulders. He sucked harder and she screamed his name. Her pussy contracted around his fingers as her clit hardened and shook beneath his tongue. The sweet essence of her pleasure filled his mouth and he tasted the ambrosia that was Lucy’s ultimate pleasure. He felt his own pre-come coat the head of his cock.
As the tremors subsided, he gentled his movements and laved her one more time. He couldn’t wait much longer or risk spilling his seed into the bed covers. He had to put his cock in her. Now.
“Sean I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me, make heaven even better.”
He settled himself between her legs and entered her in one thrust. Ecstasy shot through him as though he’d been struck by lightning. With her taste still on his tongue, he thrust into the honey pot he had devoured, over and over. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Sean leaned down and pulled a perfect breast into his mouth. She hissed a breath and her impossibly tight pussy grew even tighter. He wouldn’t last long but knew they had all night to find the pleasure they both sought.
“I’m gonna come quick Lucy.” He increased his thrusts, filling her, his body trembling with each sweet friction between them. His balls tightened and he let loose her breast, then howled his release to the rafters above them. Waves of pleasure washed through him, over and over, seemingly never ending as he pumped into her.
When it was finally over, his arms could not support him and he slipped from her body, collapsing beside her. He breathed like a racehorse, surprised by the intensity of his orgasm after pleasuring her with his mouth. They were connected, which surprised him. Sean had never felt that kind of connection before, even with Lucy.
Perhaps fate had been fickle in sending him to help the black widow, but perhaps fate knew what the course of his life should be.
They came together twice more that night, finding new and unusual ways to find pleasure. Honey on Sean’s cock was twice as delicious to eat, as it was on Lucille’s breasts and cunt. She woke up sore and sticky but happier than she ever remembered being.
She stretched and felt the bed beside her. It was cold and empty. She quickly lit a candle and looked around. All his clothes were gone and any trace he’d been there, other than the remnants on her skin. Her heart beat hard as she hopped up and ran to the door. She yanked it open and peered across the yard to see only Mabel in the lean-to. The cow lowed at her but she slammed the door shut and slid down until she sat bare-assed on the dirt floor.
Sean was gone.
After a few minutes of self-pity, Lucille told herself not to be such a fool. He made no promises and neither had she, but she had definitely hoped for much more. She heated up water and bathed herself, her tender parts stinging a little from the soap. Remembering him made her nipples harden to a nearly painful state. No one would ever make her feel so good again.
With a sigh, she dried off, got dressed and emptied the tub outside. The rest of the day passed in a humdrum of regular tasks that failed to keep her mind occupied. It was full of thoughts of Sean and where he could have gone without a word to her.
She milked Mabel then put the milk in the tiny root cellar beneath the table to keep it cool. Then she cleaned the cabin and aired out the bed clothes, ridding them of the scent of the man who had captured her heart in less than a day. Lucille knew she couldn’t sleep with him surrounding her. She would ache for him physically and emotionally, and that she couldn’t bear. She was stronger than that and would simply make do. Life kept on going no matter what lousy thing happened to her.
By dinner time, she was ready to climb the walls of the small structure so she decided to take a walk and look for berries. There were patches to the west near the creek that might be ready to pick. She took a battered tin bucket and her hat then set off alone. Being alone was the only thing she knew how to do well.
Sean rode back across the grazing field with a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to tell Lucy what he’d discovered. She had no idea how much her husband must have been worried about her or what he’d set in motion to make sure she was taken care of.
He urged his horse into a gallop, enjoying the feel of the sun and the wind on his face. For the first time in his memory, Sean felt happy. Not just merely content and satisfied with things but truly happy. Two days ago he would have scoffed at anyone who had dared suggest it to him. Now he knew for certain he was supposed to be the marshal who got the blue marble, but it was far from being cursed. It had become a gift.
As he reached the edge of the ravine, he pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted. Wildflowers tickled the edge of his legs, rubbing gently against the deer skin pants. He reached down and plucked a few, feeling a bit foolish as he tucked them into his saddlebags. Sean had never given flowers to a woman before.
He led his horse down to the gentlest grade and together they walked down to the bottom until Sean could ride again. By the time he reached the small shack, he almost jumped off and ran inside.
It was empty.
He glanced around and saw Mabel, who stared at him with her soulful cow eyes. “Where is she girl?”
The cow didn’t answer, which meant he would have to look for clues to her whereabouts. He went inside and noted the damp hip bath, the cleanliness of the room and the freshly made bed. The note he’d left her on the table beneath the coffee pot, however, was untouched. He picked it up and walked out the door, determined to find her.
Sean picked a direction and started searching for tracks, anything that spoke of one ornery woman’s path. It took nearly half an hour before he found bootprints leading west. She was walking with a long stride, as though she had a purpose or was angry. Perhaps both.
He followed the tracks to a small creek surrounded by leafy bushes and shade trees. That’s when he heard her.
“Goddammit! Stupid blasted prickers. I’m not gonna have no blood left by the time you’re done with me.”
Sean grinned and followed the sound of the cursing. He found her crouched beside the biggest blackberry bush he’d ever seen. She had a bucket beside her three quarters full of ripe juicy berries.
“Lucy.”
She jumped up, spilling the bucket in the process. “Sean! Dammit, you scared me.” She scowled at him and squatted back down to pick up the spilled berries. “Thought you’d hightailed it out of here.”
He moved closer and she flinched. Something was wrong. “Didn’t you read my note?”
He had one chance to get this right or lose what he’d found with her. “I left you a note on the table under the coffee pot, which by the way I will be using from now on. Your coffee tastes like sludge.” He shook the note and she glanced up at him.
Her gaze was shuttered but behind her beautiful eyes, he saw confusion and pain. He had to find out what was going through her head.
“I went to your neighbor’s ranch and discovered your cattle hadn’t disappeared at all.” He squatted beside her. He pulled out another paper from his back pocket. “Patrick had an arrangement with Mr. Holton, that’s your neighbor, that if anything happened to him to sell the cattle to Holton’s ranch a dozen head at a time and deposit the money in an account at the bank in town. You have over two thousand dollars.”
She scowled. “I don’t understand.”
He cupped her face. “Patrick sold those cattle, they weren’t rustled. Mr. Holton left notes for you but never heard from you and assumed you wanted it that way.”
Lucille shook her head. “There was a paper on my door a time or two, but I, uh, don’t know what I did with them.”
The truth dawned on him and his heart did a little flip. His proud, cussing black widow couldn’t read, but she could love and be loved.
Sean kissed her forehead. “If you still have the notes I can read them to you.”
Her expression relaxed. “I never got taught.”
“I’ll teach you, if you want.” He smiled at the hope in her eyes. “That is, if you want me cluttering up your life for a while.”
She pursed her lips and touched the gun at her hip. He could get used to a woman who carried a gun, provided she was his and his alone.
“Do you mean that? You fixing on staying for a spell?” A small frown marked her brow. “Don’t you have marshaling to do?”
“Well I figured I could quit that job. Holton offered me a job as a ranch hand.” He kissed her softly, slowly. “That is if you want me. You’re rich, woman. You could have your pick of men.”
She threw her arms around his neck, knocking him to his back. “Want you? I could keep you in my bed every night and day, Sean.” She straddled his hips, bringing her pussy close to his dick, which twitched and grew hard in his trousers.
“Or at the blackberry bushes?”
She grinned and wiggled, pressing her mound against him and he realized she had no drawers on under her skirt. His dick almost ripped the seams of his trousers.
“Put it in honey. Ride me.”
Her eyes widened. “Here?”
“Everywhere.”
She reached between them and unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his aching staff. As she positioned herself above him, he felt the moist heat from her core moving closer. He watched her face as his cock slid into her welcoming core. Her eyes were half-closed, the pupils dilated with instant arousal. By the time he was fully inside her, he could hardly catch his breath.
Sean took her hips and guided her, reveling in the feel of her pussy walls sliding against his flesh. Up, down, up down. Harder, faster. She found her own pace, slamming down on him then rising up until just the head of his cock was within, then she would come down again. Lucy never did anything halfway and riding him was no exception.
“Show me your tits.”
She laughed. “You’re talking dirty.”
“I want to lick them while you fuck me, Lucille.” He ached to taste her sweet flesh again.
“It’s Lucy.” She pulled off her blouse, naked beneath that as well. “You need to call me Lucy.”
He reached for her breasts, the softness filling his hands. She moaned and leaned down so he could lap at them. He tried to suck them but she pulled away, laughing. The wench was teasing him and he loved it.
Sean reached between them and found her clit hiding in the folds of her sweet pussy. The first stroke of his fingers made her eyes widen. The second had her down on her hands, those delicious breasts inches from his mouth.
“Yes,” was all she said.
His mouth closed around her left breast as his hand pleasured her nubbin. Her pace had slowed to accommodate his touch. He didn’t mind in the least. The teasing rhythm kept his cock hard and eager for more. She arched her back, thrusting her breast into his mouth.
Blood rushed through his body, pounding in his ears as the world shrunk to this moment, this woman, this place. He pinched her clit and she came. Her cries were like music to his ears, his fingers sliding in the slick flesh. Shivers raced across her skin as the orgasm rippled through. She rose up before him, a goddess of heat and passion. Her nipples were dark pink, puckered from his ministrations.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and held them up. To his surprise, Lucy licked one. His cock twitched within her. She cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples as she rode him again. Her cunt tightened around him like a fist, pulling him more, more, more until he went over the edge and came. He shouted her name as he gripped her hips, burying his cock deep within the woman he was already falling in love with again.
She squeezed him over and over, milking him until he could hardly even see straight. He shook with the power of his orgasm. She lay down, her breasts against his shirt, her head tucked beneath his chin. To his delight, he was still buried within her, joined together.
A few moments of silence passed before she spoke.
“Now what’s this about a curse? And a marble?”
Sean laughed and rolled on top of her, kissing her thoroughly. “There is no curse, and the marble was the reason I found you again. So you see, it’s magic.”
She smiled at him. “Then never let it go.”
His heart beat against hers, finding a rhythm as old as time. He smiled back at her.
“Never.”
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Beth Williamson, who also writes as Emma Lang, is an award-winning, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of both historical and contemporary romances. Her books range from sensual to scorching hot. She is a Career Achievement Award Nominee in Erotic Romance by Romantic Times Magazine, in both 2009 and 2010, and a quarter-finalist in the 2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest.
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