DangerousPassion (14 page)

Sarah noticed that Ellie Mae’s nipples, even through her camisole and dress, were now visibly erect.

Now I know she’s envious of me, Sarah thought.

* * * *

Derek eased the back bedroom window up soundlessly, then slipped his foot inside. He was a big man, but a limber and fit one. Despite his size and the fact that he was carrying a canvas bag stuffed with recently purchased goods, his entrance into Ellie Mae’s house was done as silently as a stalking cat.

He heard the sounds of a casual conversation in the other room. Pausing at the bedroom door, he looked out into the home’s kitchen area and saw Ellie Mae and Sarah at a small table. They were cleaning Sarah’s dress, and Derek smiled. He knew why the dress needed cleaning. While Ellie Mae was fully dressed, Sarah wore only a camisole that contained the extravagant mounds of her breasts but hardly came down far enough to cover her bottom. Though he had satisfied himself thoroughly with Sarah earlier—as evidenced by the need to clean her dress—when Sarah began rubbing at a stain on the skirt of her dress, her heavy breasts began swaying inside the camisole, and the sight was of such shocking sensuality that Derek’s penis almost instantly began to respond, twitching and growing to the visual stimuli.

No woman has ever excited me so thoroughly. I can’t get my fill of her
, thought Derek, rather perplexed that it was Sarah Miller who bewitched him. There had been many women before her, women more lovely to the eyes, more slender, more experienced and skilled in the ways of the flesh. But none of them entranced him the way Sarah did.

Ellie Mae asked Sarah, “Does it hurt when he has it in you? He’s so big, so big and powerful…”

Derek smiled to himself in the darkness. When he had trapped Sarah behind the bank, she had kept a death grip on Ellie Mae’s wrist. The girl had to be forced to stay…at first. But later, when Derek had bent Sarah over the packing crate, he had noticed how Ellie Mae watched unblinkingly as his erection disappeared and reappeared between Sarah’s buns as he thrust into her. She had even moved a little to get a better view of his erection thrusting into Sarah’s pussy. She might deny that it had excited her to watch Sarah having sex, but her denial would be a lie.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Sarah explained to Ellie Mae. “Derek can be something of a madman, but as far as madmen goes, he’s the greatest of them all.”

Sarah resumed rubbing the skirt of her dress, and as Derek watched her breasts quivered and trembled inside the camisole, he felt a slow, inexorable addiction working its way through his senses. He couldn’t get enough of the voluptuous, auburn-haired beauty who was, at that very moment, washing away his semen stains from her dress. She looked up at Ellie Mae then and said something, but seeing her in profile was so striking to his masculine senses that Derek couldn’t hear the words. It mattered not. He could see Sarah in profile, her nose small and straight and perfect, her lips full and lush sensual, her emerald green eyes like priceless jewels that were infinitely rare.

By the time Derek stepped out of the bedroom, his fully-formed erection was stretching the fabric of his trousers.

* * * *

“Don’t be startled,” Derek said as he stepped into the kitchen.

Both Sarah and Ellie Mae jumped at the sound of his voice. Ellie Mae wheeled around to face the intruder, and did so with such haste that she lost her footing and fell to her knees. Sarah’s generous curves were put on display when she faced Derek, her eyes filled with spontaneous fear that was quickly replaced with anger.

“Damn you, Derek!” Sarah hissed. “You about scared the life out of me!”

Shock had quickly been replaced by anger in Sarah, which then evolved into embarrassment as she became aware of being clothed in only a camisole. It didn’t matter to Sarah that Ellie Mae had already watched her doing astonishingly intimate things with Derek in a back alley where they could have been seen by any number of people. What mattered was that right now she wore only a camisole that provided marginal covering—a fact which Derek obviously noticed and appreciated…since he was making no effort to hide the enormous erection tenting the left leg of his trousers!

“I’m sorry. After thoroughly pissing off Edgar and his father, it seemed to me I’d better keep where I was going and what I was doing something of a secret.” He nodded toward Ellie Mae, and smiled in acknowledgement. “And since I wasn’t entirely certain I could trust our hostess, I decided to make my entrance a secret. I slipped in through the bedroom window.”

Under her breath, Sarah muttered, “It’s obvious that you’ve had plenty of experience sneaking into ladies bedrooms.”

Sarah was angry that Derek had reentered her life so unexpectedly, but she couldn’t deny that seeing him again hadn’t triggered an instant response in her body. The response was instinctual, primordial, one that she could not control with self-discipline. Her natural inclination to be in a heightened sensual state when in Derek’s presence, and with the visual stimulation of his already flagrantly aroused physical state, triggered in Sarah responses that were of such magnitude that they made her heart palpitate. Seeing the bulging trousers struggling to contain Derek’s formidable erection caused Sarah’s pussy to instantly begin creaming, her labia moistening in preparation for what her body already knew was a daunting task of accommodating a beautiful cock of extravagant dimensions. She felt the rapidly accelerating pulse of her heart in her clitoris, and the sudden difficulty in maintaining a smooth, even rate of inhalations and exhalations.

While sitting in Ellie Mae’s kitchen Sarah had, as she always had, reacted to Derek’s virile, lusty presence with an undesired but undeniable sexual awareness. He had crept into the house unannounced and several hours earlier than anticipated, and he had frightened Sarah and Ellie Mae completely…but that didn’t prevent Sarah from paying mouthwatering attention to the long, thick bulge tenting the gunfighter’s trousers. Anger couldn’t compete with alluring sensuality.

“I haven’t come empty-handed,” Derek said, showing the women the laden burlap sack in his left hand. “If that’s worth anything by way of apology.”

Ellie Mae, significantly more pecuniary than Sarah, piped in quickly with, “I knew you were a gentleman from the first, despite the circumstances in which we met.”

Sarah bristled at her friend’s comment. Derek had been many things when Ellie Mae had first seen him, but being gentlemanly wasn’t among them. She would have said something to Ellie Mae, too, but of more pressing concern was her dishabille. Aware of her own near-nudity, and painfully aware of her own inability to deny Derek when he wanted her sexually, Sarah sat down in the kitchen chair—and became distinctly aware of the cool wooden surface against her bare buttocks. She pulled her camisole as far down her thighs as possible. Derek’s presence invariably heightened Sarah’s awareness of her own body.

“We weren’t expecting you for at least another hour,” Sarah said accusingly. “What happened?” Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “You shouldn’t be here so soon.” She voiced the question and statement as an accusation, and did so in such a way that everyone was aware Derek wasn’t really expected to answer.

“Once you infuriate the most powerful banker in town, it’s been my experience that it’s good for your health to not stay in the hotel he thinks you’re at,” Derek answered, not one to be cowed. “I moved my horse to another livery, used a different name, and paid two days more than required in advance. Then I went and bought some provisions so that my intrusion into your world wouldn’t be quite so much of an…” he paused, and Sarah felt a sudden quickening of her heart before Derek concluded, “inconvenience.”

Sarah glanced over at her friend. Ellie Mae’s gaze was transfixed on Derek’s groin, the erection he had trapped inside his trousers mesmerizing the girl.

I’m not going to get jealous
, Sarah told herself.
A man like Derek has too many women willing to share his bed for a good woman to be jealous. Besides, Ellie Mae is just frustrated right now because she doesn’t have a beau and I do.

This awareness did little to ameliorate Sarah’s fury at her friend for staring—with the same desperate longing that a starving woman would stare at a perfectly grilled beefsteak—at the erection Derek had locked inside his gabardine trousers.

Derek extended the burlap sack toward Ellie Mae, though his gaze was trained on Sarah. He said, “See if there’s anything in here that interests you. I could have stopped somewhere and picked up a bite to eat for supper, but I couldn’t wait to see you again so I bought food and came right here. That’s why I’m early.”

Sarah knew that Derek was speaking directly to her, even if he was at that very moment handing the heavy burlap sack over to Ellie Mae. When Ellie Mae looked in the sack, she yelped with joy and extracted a small wood crate containing eighteen brown and speckled chicken eggs.

Ellie Mae asked excitedly, “You went to McCready’s?”

Derek shook his head. “I went to Olsen’s General Store. He said the eggs had just come in, and he was going to sell them one at a time. I bought all eighteen eggs he had in stock.”

Sarah saw the look of absolute adoration begin in shine in Ellie Mae’s eyes, and though she would rather that particular expression only come from her when directed at Derek, she also understood that she had no claims to Derek exclusivity.

Another screech of pleasure came from Ellie Mae when she found the tin of peaches in sauce, and the glass jar of Mrs. Norton’s strawberry jam. An even more enthusiastic cry of pleasure came from the girl when, digging deep into the burlap sack, she found the loaf of bread and the brick of cheese that had come from Mr. and Mrs. Fitzsimmons’s dairy farm. Under normal circumstances, to get an entire brick of cheese from Mr. and Mrs. Fitzsimmons, a person put their name on a list and wait a week or two for the order to be filled.

Sarah said, “You seem to have a way of hurrying things along.” Sarah turned sizzling green eyes upon Derek. “How do you always get everyone to do exactly what you want?”

“I don’t always get my way,” Derek replied. He leaned toward Sarah slightly, his eyes raking over the ripe curves of her breasts pressing against the décolletage of her chemise before traveling downward to take in the magnificence of her naked thighs. “But honesty precludes me from saying that the cards don’t sometimes fall the way I want them to.”

“Sometimes?” Sarah arched a disbelieving brow. “More like all the time, Mr.
Jordan
.”

Derek frowned theatrically. “Mr.
Jordan
now, am I? Seems like quite a comeuppance, if you ask me.”

Sarah replied, “Kindly note that I didn’t ask you.”

Derek’s eyes crawled slowly up and down over Sarah, his lustful desires rushing to the fore, the man making no effort to keep his emotions from showing in his expression. Sarah saw the raw hunger in his eyes and knew what would happen—and what magnificent bliss would be hers to bask in—if she gave in to that ravenous sexual need.

“Stand up, Sarah,” Derek said, his tone suddenly commanding, dictatorial. “I’d like to sit there.”

“But I—“ she began, then was silenced by the hard look that had crept into Derek’s eyes. Despite her best intentions and her determination to never be controlled by anyone, Sarah found herself rising slowly to her bare feet.

“Thank you,” Derek said with a smile as he sat in the now-vacated chair.

Sarah quietly declared, “I hate you.”

“I don’t believe that,” Derek replied, his smile unwavering. “Now please, my darling Sarah, remove that chemise. You’re lovely in it, but I’m inclined to believe you’ll be even more lovely without it. And please explain to me what problems there are in your life that make a jackass like Edgar Patterson necessary?”

Ellie Mae pulled a bottle of whiskey from the burlap sack and asked, “While she explains, would you like a drink?”