The Lawman (Montana Men Book 1) (7 page)

"Lie back and touch yourself. Show me what feels good."

I lowered myself to the blanket, the grass beneath making a soft cushion and stared up at the pillowy clouds. Slowly, I lowered my right hand to the juncture of my thighs and slid my fingers over the flesh between. Swollen, steamy flesh was slick and very sensitive to the touch. I opened the petals of my sex so that I could slip one finger within, mimicking - albeit very poorly - how Ryder's cock had filled me.

Turning my head, I watched Ryder watch my fingers through a half lidded gaze. Bright color flagged his cheeks, his jaw clenched tightly. One hand bunched the blanket within a tight grasp. Every line of his body, every muscle was taut, as if he was holding back. He was aroused by what I was doing and this made me, in turn, aroused. I became instantly wetter and I could hear that fact as my fingers moved. Bringing my other hand down, I started to move the tips of two fingers over the hard little nub that had my back arching, my legs falling impossibly wider. I knew he could see the top of the plug in my ass.

"Ryder," I called out.

He lifted his gaze to mine. "Come, baby."

I did. His words set me off, my eyes slipping closed, and I cried out at the waves of pleasure that washed over me. My nipples tightened beneath my corset, my muscles clenched tightly. My inner walls clamped down on the finger within, but it wasn't enough. Ryder had ruined me for touching myself. I wanted his cock filling me.

After a fashion, I lay wilted and sated. I was too far gone to close my legs, to move my fingers from the dripping wet flesh. Tingles of desire there had me still on edge. I'd come, but it hadn't satisfied me the way Ryder had the night before.

"I've got to taste you." Before I had a chance to wonder as to his words, he lowered himself so that his shoulders kept my thighs spread wide, his tongue running the full length of my pussy, licking at my essence. He lifted his head and looked at me, his mouth and chin glistening. "Definitely peaches." With that, he was very diligent in his attentions, a single mindedness that had me coming at once. I was still so sensitive from the first time that my body had been ready, almost eager for more.

"Ryder, it's...it's not enough."

Sitting back on his haunches, he ran the back of his hand over his wet chin. "Oh? Do you need my cock, baby?" 

I bit my lip and nodded.

He undid the placket of his pants, and his cock sprang free. Yes, that was what I wanted. My pussy spasmed at the sight of his long, thick erection. Bulging veins ran up the length to the large, plum colored head. Clear fluid seeped from the tip. Grabbing my hips, he tugged me up his muscular thighs, lined up his cock and shoved deep. With my back bowed as it was, I couldn't move, couldn't shift my hips. I was completely at his mercy.

"Ah, baby, I love looking at you like this." He moved in and out as he spoke. "Your creamy thighs spread so wide, I can see your pussy stretched open for my cock, so unbelievably wet. And that plug, it's making you impossibly tighter."

I moaned my pleasure in time with his metered thrusts. He slipped a thumb around where we were joined and then over that pleasure spot. "Your clit is so hard, so swollen. Come, baby. You come before me. If you don't, I'll flip you over, spank your ass and watch my cum slide out of your pussy as I do so. Only after your ass is nice and red will you get to come."

"Oh God," I gasped at his carnal threat. The vision he painted had me on edge, so close. Shifting his hips ever so slightly, he bottomed out within me, and with it, I came.

Grabbing hold of fistfuls of blanket, I thrashed about, overcome with the most intense, fierce sensations, all the while Ryder continued to pump and fill me. So lost was I that his own release was but a blur, except for the feel of a hot flood of his seed deep inside.

I watched as he came - jaw tight, skin coated with a sheen of sweat, flushed cheeks, brow furrowed in a look akin to pain. His grip was tight on my hips, ensuring marks of his domination there for days to come.

Ryder caught his breath, slid my body off his thighs. His cock was coated in a sheen of his seed and my wetness, still turgid and hard. In one quick motion, he had me flipped onto my stomach, pulled my hips back so my knees were tucked up and under me, just as he'd positioned me for the plug. Before I could even question his actions, his hand came down upon my bottom. Hard.

I jumped and cried out. "Ryder! What are you doing?"

Another strike, this time to the other cheek.

"Spanking you."

A series of spanks followed.

I cried out, crinkled my eyes closed at the stinging. "But why?"

"Because I can. Because you're mine. Because I'm going to fuck you again."
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Right now."

Lifting my hips with one hand, he pushed into me. There was no finesse, no gentleness. This was what he called fucking, pure and simple. "You're so slick with my seed, baby. I can take you for hours."

Grabbing hold of the blanket once more, I clenched my fists tightly and held on. I was quickly recognizing the
propensities
he was looking for now.

CHAPTER FIVE

We returned to town as the sun set low on the horizon. Ryder lowered me from the horse in front of the livery and I met the first resident of August Point. Mr. Leudke was in his sixties, squat and solid. His hair was turning to grey and thinning. His smile was broad and kind. He tipped his hat to me as Ryder made introductions. I felt a slight immodesty at being without any drawers and a plug inside me while speaking to a stranger, especially with the dried seed sticky on my pussy and thighs and my bottom sore from Ryder's impromptu spanking. My husband did not seem to have any of such concerns. In fact, he had the air of a well-satisfied male. The fact that it was because of me that he had such a look made me satisfied as well.

"Ma'am. I heard you had quite the welcome to our town."

Ryder's lips formed a thin line at the mention of Baxter. I envisioned the gruesome scene and would have wished for an alternate welcome. "Yes, well. I certainly got a glimpse of my husband's profession firsthand." I brushed down the front of my dress.

"You did that, for sure."

"Anything come up while we were gone?" Ryder obviously wanted to alter the topic of conversation.

The older man ran his hand over raspy whiskers. "Your marriage is a secret no longer, however the how, when and why are still unanswered. I think you'll have much to convey."

Ryder removed his saddlebag, which I knew held my drawers. Was he intending to carry them with him all the time?

"I imagine nothing less," he murmured, seemingly not thrilled with the idea of sharing the details of our marriage.

"Perhaps you'd like my help in disseminating the information?"

I bit back a grin. The man was a busybody!

"Ellie and I met two years ago when I went to Minneapolis with Wyatt. We conversed via letter and our...love grew. I proposed and she accepted."

Both Mr. Leudke and I stared at Ryder during this explanation. The older man was gobbling up the details to share with the town; no doubt he'd be the center of attention as he did so. I, on the other hand, wanted to absorb his story so that I could be in complete alignment. It was only a matter of time before we were separated and I would be part of a ladies circle and bombarded with questions.

"That sounds mighty romantic, if you ask me."

"Thank you, Mr. Leudke," I said, smiling at the man.

"Little Robert Dray was caught outside the Mercantile with a pilfered stick candy," Mr. Leudke added, switching topics.

Handing the bridle off, Ryder replied, "I'll take care of him. Have a good evening."

The man tipped his hat once again and Ryder led me by a gentle hold on my elbow in the direction of our house. "How old is Robert Dray?"

"Eight or nine, I suppose," Ryder commented.

"What will you do with him?"

"I'll take him to jail--"

I stopped walking. "Jail? He's nine!"

Ryder sighed. "Ellie, you didn't let me finish." I pinched my lips together. "I'll take him to jail and let him sit in the cell, get a feel for what it's like to be on the wrong side of the law. If he doesn't wet himself or start to cry, I'll watch him like a hawk as he grows up. Those are the ones that have little conscience."

"You won't keep him there?" I let him lead me down the hard packed thoroughfare, our pace brisk.

"No need. A few minutes usually does the trick."

Every time we spoke of any type of illegal activity, it had my insides churning with worry. If he wanted to scare the daylights out of a nine year old, then I could only imagine his plans once he found out I was a murderer. The marriage was most likely doomed, as I doubted he'd bend when it came to his fervent morals. I respected him for them, believed in them myself, yet within the briefest moments, I'd crossed to the other side. With one strike of the rock, I'd become
wanted.

"Is there a reason we are walking so quickly?" I asked, my breaths becoming labored. My short strides were no match for his long legs.

"I expect to meet half the town, however tomorrow is soon enough. Tomorrow I will have to share you. I want to be safely inside before anyone sees us."

Ryder

As anticipated, the first knock came at ten the next morning. And, as anticipated, it was Myrna Flanders and her mother. They were both dressed in their Sunday finest, the older woman holding a pie.

"We came with a gift of congratulations." The woman smiled, although her tone was brittle. There was no doubt she was disappointed that I'd not only married Ellie, but that it remained a surprise until it was a
fait accompli.

"Hello, Mrs. Flanders. Miss Myrna. That pie looks delicious," I offered congenially, holding my arm out for them to enter.

"Peach," she added.

Ellie came out of the bedroom. She was meticulously dressed now, but I knew beneath her pretty clothes she wore a large size ass plug and no drawers. I placed the pie on the table and scratched my face in the attempt to hide the smile, remembering how I'd spanked and taken Ellie on it just the other night. I made quick introductions, worried that Ellie might be overwhelmed by the two ladies. They were quite a force to be reckoned with. But I was in error in my thoughts.

My wife smiled graciously at both women, offered them seats and had me heating water for tea and cutting slices of pie before I could come up with a retort about the tasks being ladies work. I couldn't leave Ellie alone with the duo, at least not with their first visit, so remaining occupied and out of direct scrutiny was perhaps a wise request on my wife's part. I was coming to find she was quite intelligent.

"Ryder has mentioned you along with other members of the town quite fondly. I'm so pleased to know I've got both of you as fast friends."

Since I faced away from them, I rolled my eyes at how smoothly she was maneuvering the ladies. A quick glance over my shoulder at Myrna Flanders had me knowing that  becoming fast friends was not something she would consider.

"We were all so surprised when we heard yesterday, not only about the shooting, but of your marriage."

"Baxter had become desperate and acted irrationally," I offered, handing plates with pie to each woman.

"To think he killed that stage driver," Mrs. Flanders said, accepting a fork.

"Some people are rotten to the core, ma'am," I added. Ellie's erect posture became even stiffer at my words. Did she consider herself rotten? Did she think what we did together made her bad? From her passionate responses, I doubted the idea.

"Tell us about yourself, Eleanor. How you met Ryder." Myrna had chosen to use my given name, which foretold a familiarity with me that did not exist. As Ellie had not met Myrna before, she did not know this.

Ellie cleared her throat, smiled at me as I handed her her plate. "I was born and raised in Minneapolis. My parents were killed only a year past."

"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear such sad news," Mrs. Flanders offered.

"Thank you. Ryder and I had been corresponding since we first met the year prior when he came to town. News travels slowly over such distance and he made his intentions known. By the time he arranged for my travel, many months had passed. But now...."

She let the end linger, to let the ladies complete the sentence on their own. They could imagine whatever they wished, for the ending was the same. We were married.

Myrna pursed her lips and I could see anger simmering. I moved to sit on the arm of Ellie's chair, placing a hand upon her shoulder. Both women recognized the proprietary gesture for what it was.

Myrna stood first, placed her plate with untouched pie upon the table. Her mother followed suit. I stood, as was proper. "Mother, I forgot that I was to meet with Mrs. Tanner about the fabric for my winter dresses."

Ellie stood and led them to the door. "Such a shame you have to go. The dress you are wearing is quite fetching. I look forward to seeing what you have made for the winter. I admit, August Point might be even colder than Minneapolis and will look to you for fashion advice."

I nodded my head as the ladies departed and we both exhaled pent up breaths as I closed the door behind them. "Are there other women in town?" Ellie asked, running a hand over her hair.

I frowned at her odd question. "Yes, of course."

"Good, because I doubt we will become fast friends."

"You lied." I grinned as I said the words.

"You served pie." She grinned back.

"I did a good deed. What you did makes you a bad girl."

Her full lips parted and she stared at me. The seconds ticked by as I watched her thoughts flit across her face. Finally, after licking her lips, she spoke. "Yes, I was a bad girl."

My cock turned rock hard. Uncomfortably so, at the way Ellie recognized the play behind my words. "You'll need to be punished." My voice was dark and gravelly.

"I'm sorry, Ryder." She glanced down, contrite, although she was a terrible actress.