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Abby's Last Stand

by Michelle Marquis

her head, was down around her shoulders. It was so long it covered the delicate pink nipples of her luscious breasts. Her features were soft and feminine like an angel that had fallen to Earth accidently. He knew he and Bear were lucky devils to have such a fine-looking woman. "Abby, if you ain't the most handsome woman I've ever seen . . . "

She smiled and stepped into the tub with him. He welcomed her into his arms and settled her between his legs.

He grinned when she tensed at the feel of his erection against her back. "The water's cold," she said.

Snake kissed and licked at her ear. "You'll get used to it."

He stroked his palms against her stiff nipples and licked the back of her neck.

She moaned softly, like a whispered prayer late at night.

The sweetness of it drove him wild. "That feels so good."

His kisses grew hotter and hungrier. He massaged her all over until he made his way down to the silken curls of her sex. He parted her lips and teased the inner folds, exploring.

All the while he delighted in the noises she made. Her body yielded slowly, but he worked to make her relax. Finally, when she felt soft and ready, he eased her up and glided his cock into her from behind. Abby surprised him by letting out a moan and bouncing up and down on him several times. She grew more aggressive as she pushed her hips down over and over again, taking from him greedily. Snake groaned her name and smoothed his hands along her butt. Their moans filled the tiny bathroom and echoed off the walls until he felt the slick muscles inside her spasm and he shot his seed inside her.

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They cuddled for a few moments and then there was a knock on the door.

Snake reached down next to the bathtub and pulled out his weapon. He cocked it and pointed the barrel at the door.

"Who the hell is it?"

"Bear," came a deep, familiar voice.

Snake gestured for Abby to stay in the tub while he got out and let his brother in. He opened up for his brother then locked them all inside. Bear took a seat on the chair by the tub while Snake got back in and resumed cuddling with Abby.

"Y'all are making enough noise to wake the dead."

"Only if it's the second coming, brother."

"Funny."

Snake played with a lock of Abby's hair. "You get word on Barker?"

Bear rubbed the back of his neck. "Couple of cowboys say they heard he's coming into town day after next."

"You think that's good info?"

"Best we're gonna get, I reckon," Bear replied. He stared at Abby. "We'd better get to teaching ya about shootin' just in case something happens to us. I know how much it means to you."

Snake squeezed her. "Nice girl like you? What you want to learn how to shoot for?"

"For the same reason you two want to kill Barker.

Revenge," she said. She turned her attention to Bear. "What do you mean 'in case something happens to us'?"

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day every gunfighter ends up on the wrong end of a bullet.

It's only a matter of time."

Her lovely brow wrinkled with worry. Snake kissed her cheek. "But let's not think about all that stuff now. Let's have some fun instead. After, we can teach you everything you ever wanted to know about shootin'. Now why don't you go over there and give poor ole Bear a reason to smile."

She squeezed Snake's thigh and got up out of the tub.

With a seductive roll of her hips, she came over to Bear and knelt down in front of him. She reached for his fly, and Bear didn't stop her. The sight of her and Snake together was even more exciting to Bear than having seen her naked. She reached into Bear's pants and pulled out his thick cock. The member disappeared into her lovely mouth only to emerge a little and go back in again. Snake couldn't take his eyes off her. She massaged Bear's balls as she worked, giving his brother a lesson in love he surely wouldn't forget. Bear stroked her hair and closed his eyes.

Abby used her talented mouth and hand, working Bear's cock until it was hard like stone and swollen with his need for release. Snake couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her.

He climbed out of the tub, moved up behind her and knelt down as she continued to work on his brother.

Snake buried his mouth into her exposed pussy. He kissed and licked as he shoved his tongue in and out of her moist channel. Then he grabbed her hips and shoved his cock into her yielding center. A wave of ecstasy moved up from his hips, rocketing up his spine and charging down to his toes. He cried out her name as he thrust. A moment later he could feel 36

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her around him, and those tight, feminine muscles milked him, massaging his shaft until he exploded in pure delight.

Bear held out a little longer. Abby worked his cock. She massaged the shaft, letting her tongue flicker over the mushroom tip. Bear was so stone-hard it looked painful. Abby must have sensed he was holding out because she became even more determined than ever. She gripped his cock with both slender hands and pumped the length as her lips poised over the head to capture his passion. Bear groaned like the act of holding back was killing him. He leaned his head back and let out a heavy breath like he was defeated and surrendering. His hips thrust in quick, jerking motions until his lust shot out only to be captured by Abby's eager mouth.

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Abby was carried back to the room by Bear. He laid her on the bed as Snake settled into a chair to watch. Abby had never considered herself the adventurous kind, but she wasn't afraid to admit she liked—no, she
loved
—sex. When her husband, Blane, had first introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh, she was shy at first. But he'd been a patient and gentle lover, and soon she'd come to look forward to their nightly coupling. Unfortunately, he hadn't lived long enough for her budding feeling for him to grow into anything stronger than mild affection.

When she met Bear and Snake, she'd been afraid of her need. It was strong and came over her like a summer rain.

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further plans to marry. Oh, sure, it bothered her a little she was considered a fallen woman by some, but Abby didn't care all that much. She had embarked on a new and exciting future she never could have imagined, and she intended to usher it in with open arms.

Bear kissed her forehead and let his kisses trail moisture down to her cheek and throat. He hadn't shaved this morning so his face was rough as it scraped along her skin. The sensation excited her more because he was so raw and primal. Abby ran her hands up his powerful back and through his hair. She savored his weight and the faint scent of tobacco and wood smoke that clung to his skin. Everything about him was very masculine: his muscular, hairy chest, his thick arms and neck, and the calluses he had on his hands. She wanted him to take and enjoy her any way he pleased.

Snake sat quietly in his corner dressed in just jeans. He hadn't bothered to button them, which allowed his erection to peek out from his fly. His blue eyes burned with hunger as he watched them and he showed his arousal by toying with his cock occasionally.

Bear covered her breasts in wild, hot kisses. He nuzzled and massaged them as he grew more excited. His tongue teased her nipples until they were bright pink and slightly tender. Desire consumed her. In her need for more sensation, she explored every inch of Bear's body. She cupped and lightly squeezed his balls as she licked and sucked on his nipples, too.

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"I'm gonna fuck the life out of you," he growled into her neck. Abby's sex thrilled, growing even wetter than it already was.

"I think you're all talk," she teased.

He propped himself up on his arms and stared down into her eyes. His gaze was fierce, savage, and dark. It robbed Abby's breath from her lungs. Bear was the essence of every scary story she'd ever heard about gunfighters. Death itself seemed to reside somewhere in his gaze, and that made her incredibly hot. He spread her legs wide with his thighs and grabbed the shaft of his cock. Abby was opened and stretched by his member. It was the feeling of being physically overwhelmed and conquered, and she loved it. She arched her back, tilted her head back, and let out a long, hungry moan.

"That's it, Abby," Snake said in smooth, silky voice. "You take that big ole cock deep inside." He pumped his cock so hard she wondered if it hurt. "Have her play, Bear."

Bear took her hand and placed it over her clit. Abby's face burned hot. She'd never touched herself before, and this was very strange. "What do I do?"

Bear laughed, and it sounded low and evil. "You do what feels good. That's gonna really turn us both on."

Abby rubbed the hard, little bump just above where Bear was working his cock in and out. The sweetness of it overtook her, and she was amazed at how much more exciting his cock felt inside.

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Snake was so aroused he'd pulled his jeans down from his hips and worked his cock fast. "That's it, Abby. You're beautiful, girl."

Bear's cock was working complete magic inside her. It massaged and stuffed her full as it found new places to delight. With every punishing stroke in, Abby gasped, her fingers working their own sorcery over the moist, little nub that gave her so much extra pleasure. Unable to control herself, she locked her legs around Bear's pumping hips. He worked her longer, harder, and just as she was about to climax, he eased out and peeled her off him.

Abby was stunned.

Before she could protest, Bear moved up behind her and positioned her on the edge of the bed. He grabbed her legs and pulled them back so Snake could have at her easily. She squirmed as Snake came over, his erection swollen and ready to peak. A second later he was inside her and the pleasure she'd just been denied exploded. Snake had barely entered her before her pussy was squeezing and milking his member.

He thrust several times, letting her sex pull the climax out of him, then he backed off and collapsed back in his chair, spent.

Bear manhandled her around and positioned her on her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind like a bull, his thick shaft stretching and claiming her once again. In his frenzy, he was rougher than before, but his excitement was fuel on her lingering fire. He worked her pussy hard then leaned down to her ear and said, "I want you to reach down and feel where I'm in you."

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Abby braced herself against the headboard with one hand and reached down to touch her sex. Her fingers found her drenched pussy plump and impaled by Bear's enormous, throbbing cock. She quickly found her nub and one touch sent her off the edge into ecstasy.

Bear pumped in and out, growling her name as total and complete pleasure filled her. Abby gasped and cried out.

Plumes of complete bliss consumed her.

Bear removed his cock and collapsed on the bed as he tried to catch his breath.

Abby collapsed, too. And a moment later she fell asleep.

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Chapter Seven

Bear and Snake took Abby out to an old, deserted ranch to do some target practice. They tied their horses in the sun-bleached barn and set up some things to shoot at in a broken-down livestock pen. The earthy smell of dry hay filled her nostrils. As the men worked, Abby explored the decaying house. It was empty, save for a torn and dusty couch and a few broken plates. As she walked along the creaky floorboards she wondered who had lived here or why they'd left. Out in back, just past the door held on with only one hinge, were an old chicken coop and a water pump. She tried the pump, and, to her surprise, water spilled from the spout.

Bear's spurs jingled behind her as he approached. She turned and smiled at him. "At least we have water."

He stroked her cheek and kissed her once. "That we do."

He gestured to the pen. "You ready?"

Abby followed him over and took the gun he offered. It was a heavy thing in dark metal with a brown handle. Snake jumped up on a fence to watch. He always seemed to be amused by her, and she never could figure out why.

"Why are you always smiling at me?" she asked.

"Because I'm remembering the last time I saw you in the bathtub. Now surely that ain't no crime."

Abby's neck and face grew hot. He just loved to embarrass her.

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as he sighted down the muzzle. Abby tried not to be distracted by his presence, but her stomach was doing flip-flops. Vivid memories of his lips all over her body heated her blood, and her hand trembled.

"You okay?" Bear asked, his voice a sexy baritone in her ear.

Abby swallowed. 'I'm great. Never better. What am I shooting at?"

"Let's start with that rusted can and work our way over to the target board."

She fired off a few shots but missed the can completely.

Daylight spilled in from the huge bullet holes she'd put in the wood siding. "This is harder than it looks."

"Ain't everything?" Snake said with his trademark winning smile. "Hard part ain't learning how to shoot a can or a piece of wood or other bits of junk. Hard part is looking a man in the eye and pullin' the trigger."

Bear placed his hand over hers to steady the weapon. She shot and this time hit the can that went clanking loudly into the far wall. "Better." He showed her how to reload even though she'd only spent a few bullets. She practiced on a few more targets until she could hit about half of what she aimed at. Then she handed the gun back to Bear and sat down on an overturned trough.