Runaway Cowgirl (4 page)

Jack sucked the tip of Henry’s spent member and let Emily do the same. Henry panted as his body vibrated with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“After what we’ve shown her, no man will think she’s a virgin.” Henry chuckled.

Emily’s cheeks turned bright red. “Am I too eager? Men like reserved, quiet and innocent.”

“Not us.” Jack hugged her. “Henry wants to lock you into marrying one of us now. He’s always in a rush.”

“It’s best for everyone. We’ll be safer. She’ll be protected by us and free to explore all this. We’ll have a real family.” Henry never truly believed he’d have anything like a family until he moved here and met Emily. He loved Jack, no doubt, but they couldn’t fully have a home and children without the right woman.

“I have expectations that one of you will offer to marry me.” She shook her head. “I’ve always been too pushy. Too unladylike for what my father wanted for me. I’m sorry.”

“No, I didn’t mean that.” Jack held her tightly. “Henry didn’t have what we did. Families aren’t always happy or easy. He’s got the dream and I want to give it to him. But families are hard work and as well as we get along, there are always times of fighting. It’s not something to rush into out of lust. You need to be truly certain.”

“It’s not just lust,” she said firmly. “I came here because I trust you two. I wanted you both to court me. I never could decide which of you two I preferred. Then I found you together. I want this. It is going fast but I had a dozen men outside my house wanting an answer of some sort earlier today. There isn’t time to mull and play.”

“There is if you appear to be courting one of us. The others will back off and you can take your time.” Jack kissed her neck.

Henry shook his head. “If we’re having this much fun, she won’t wait long. Jack, you don’t know when to give a woman what she wants.”

Emily grinned. “He’s right. Do it, or I will.”

“Do what?” Jack asked.

She fell back into the hay and rubbed her pussy. Henry’s jaw fell at the view of her pleasuring herself. Moaning, she slid one finger inside herself. Jack had done that much already. When she pressed two, he pushed her hand away.

“Do it, or I will,” she repeated her challenge.

Jack worked one digit inside. She rocked to him for more. Her body knew what it wanted. Henry rubbed her clit so she’d have pleasure as well. Jack slid two fingers into her and she gasped, pressing down.

“You’re both bigger than two fingers.” She lifted her hips.

Jack worked his fingers slowly in and out. “You’re tight, Em.”

“Take your time. It’s not a race.” Henry didn’t want to see her in any pain.

“It feels good,” she insisted. “Your cocks will feel better.”

“That mouth of hers in not so innocent.” Henry chuckled.

Jack worked his fingers in and out from every angle until she bucked against him. Then finally he wiggled a third deep in her pussy.

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Henry rubbed her clit as Jack eased from her quickly.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into her. Henry watched as she fucked herself with Jack’s fingers.

“Good, isn’t it? Being stretched a little? All those new nerves and sweet spots.” Henry massaged her folds, and she finally gasped then let out a long, slow moan that stirred more lust in Henry.

“Don’t go too fast. Explore,” Jack said softly.

She let go of Jack’s wrist. “Show me.”

Gently, he worked his fingers into her pussy, then faster, his motions growing steadily harder yet hitting the right spots. Changing angles, he teased her until she groaned and her hips twisted.

“Give it to her, make her come.” Henry licked her clit.

Jack worked those spots as Henry sucked her tender nub. She screamed their names as she bucked wildly. With one hand on her belly, Henry held her down and sensed her raw need. She trembled and Henry gave her slit one more lick before pulling her up. He sat behind her and held her tightly.

“Regrets?” he whispered.

“No, I loved it.” She looked at Jack. “Thank you. I can’t believe it’s really that wonderful.”

“He’s not done.” Henry kissed her hair. “Look at his hard cock throbbing for you.

“I can suck him. We can,” she suggested.

“We could. Or he could get really close to what you want. Slide between those pretty pink folds until he comes all over her your body. So close.” Henry winked at Jack. The temptation to fuck her would test Jack’s will. Henry knew either way, they’d be happy.

“It’s too risky.” Jack shook his head.

“Please, I want to see it.” She tilted her hips and smiled.

“He’ll be tempted to fill you,” Henry said.

“I want that.” She turned her head, licked Henry’s nipple then bit it gently.

“She’s a natural and a fast learner. We don’t have a lot of options, Jack.” Henry spread her legs and teased her folds, tapping them with his finger to find the most sensitive one. “Maybe she’s too tender?”

“No, please. I want more.” Her words made Henry’s cock pulse.

Jack glared at Henry, but eased his long, hard cock over her cunt and pressed her folds in around him. Within seconds, Jack’s eyes glazed over in a lustful haze as he slid over her most intimate area. She shared all of herself so willingly.

She whimpered and moaned, squirming. Henry held her shoulders, watching her breasts bounce with each thrust. “Match his pace, meet him.”

Nodding, she focused on his tempo and her hips fell in line so quickly that Jack bit his lip and held still for a moment. Back in control, he held her hips down and rocked faster.

“Inside, please,” she begged.

“No, not now.” Jack pressed his face between her breasts for a moment then reared back. He shouted and a thick stream of cum snaked up her belly. Jack took his cock in hand and jerked himself more. Dots of cream landed on her breasts and neck.

She shook slightly. Henry reached down and played with her clit. She jumped. Taking the hint, he tapped it until she shuddered then he pressed three fingers into her. She tightened on his fingers as a woman in need and rocked her hips to him.

They’d unleashed her lust. No matter what Jack thought of protecting her options and virtue, she belonged with them. They’d shown her the pleasures of the flesh and she wanted more.

“Henry likes to play.” Jack leaned over and kissed her then Henry.

“I can’t believe I… It feels so good,” she said. “Natural. But two. Both of you. It’s like a dream.”

“We should take this inside in case anyone finds your horse or comes looking for you.” Henry nuzzled her cheek. “Might be a good idea to get some supper in you, too. This is hard work, even if it’s a lot of fun.”

“No, I should go home, or Alice will send a search party.” She grabbed her clothing.

Henry threw Jack a desperate look.

“You can marry just one of us, that’s true, but if things slowed down, there would be time for each of us to court you a bit, then you decide.” Jack helped her wiggle into her skirts.

“If I could decide, this would never have happened. But neither of you ever came to call.” She blushed as she fitted her corset to her.

Henry tied up the feminine garment at her back. “We would have, but the townsfolk would have thought we’re in competition.”

“The reverend and the sheriff were both at my door. They would remain friends no matter whom I chose. You’ll still be cousins as far as the town knows. Marriage can’t change blood.” She brushed hay from her jacket before slipping it on.

“We won’t arouse any suspicion.” Jack slid one stocking up her leg.

Henry went slowly with the other one until he caressed her thigh. She pushed her skirts down over his arms. Stepping into her shoes, she bent and fastened the buckles securely. Finally, she ran her hands over the dress.

“Come to dinner, both of you. Tomorrow.” She freed her hair from all the pins. “That won’t be suspicious. It’ll be friendly. Alice will be there. Nothing inappropriate. But people in town will think at least one of you is courting me.”

“Mrs Lange will ask who is interested in you,” Henry said.

Jack nodded. “We both are. We’ll arrange a walk-out and picnic. Maybe a carriage ride? You can be seen with each of us. Having time alone with you means we can get to know each other a little better. It’ll buy a little time.”

She smiled. “Good. It’s a start.”

“Don’t settle for us if you’re not sure, or have just been using us as an excuse to keep other men away.” Henry could handle losing to Jack, but not to some other guy in the town.

“I went mad today,” she said. “Did things I’d never imagined I’d do—and would never do with anyone else. What society says and what’s real isn’t always the same, but this… Clearly I belong with one of you. My father trusted his instincts when it came to the land. He found copper and silver. Hopefully I have the same gift when it comes to finding a husband.” She sighed. “Am I presentable?”

“You look like you’ve been riding hard, but still very ladylike,” Henry said with a grin.

Chapter Three

The next morning, Emily couldn’t believe herself. It was as though she’d been possessed or under a spell. Two men. Doing what she’d done. What they’d done! She might’ve convinced herself it was a dream if her body wasn’t so primed for more. The ache between her legs was proof enough it had been real.

No one had raised an eyebrow when she’d returned in time for supper last night. Her hair had come loose and her dress had been rumpled, but nothing a good long ride on dirt roads wouldn’t do. They’d had no idea. No scarlet letter had appeared magically on her dress.

At breakfast, she felt embarrassed and out of sorts. If they knew—if anyone knew—she’d be ruined. One of the townsmen would have to marry her immediately. Then again, if people found out the Bonners were together in any way, her men would be hanged. She’d be forced to move. The last thing she wanted to do was disgrace her sister so she’d move farther west, alone.

“You look unwell,” Alice said.

“Should I send Dora to fetch the doctor?” asked Sarah.

Dora! The former prostitute now worked as Emily’s maid. Why hadn’t Emily thought of her before? The woman would be familiar with all sorts of non-traditional things men liked. She wouldn’t be shocked.

Emily smiled. “No, it’s just a slight headache. The ride helped me think, but I still prefer not to deal with a daily visit from male callers.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll tell them they gave you a headache and to get along.” Sarah nodded.

“I’ll receive them if they are rude and insistent and tell them she already has a couple suitors in mind. She will make her decision with sober reflection,” Alice said.

“Except for the Bonners. I stopped by their place yesterday and invited them to dinner tonight,” Emily said.

Alice smiled. “Both of them?”

“They were out front working and they’re the only men who are appealing. They work hard, they’re successful and they’re both attractive. They have a strong family connection to the ranch. They’ve been in Manitou for years and established a home.” Emily had plenty of reasons to pick from the pair.

“Neither has been pursuing you,” Alice said.

“They may not be interested.” Emily shrugged. “They don’t need my money, which is another attraction.”

“I’m sure they’ll be interested. One of them is bound to be. And they’ll want sons around to help with the ranching and to learn the work. They can afford ranch hands and a housekeeper, so even if you didn’t have a huge inheritance, you wouldn’t really go down in the world at all. A good choice.” Alice nodded approvingly.

“Good, I’m glad you agree. I should get to Dora’s lessons for today. Send her into the study, Sarah. A little thing like marriage won’t interfere with other plans.” Emily set her napkin on the table and focused on being ladylike to hide her inner truth.

“Of course, miss.” Sarah cleared Emily’s place.

Alice wiped her mouth. “Another plus, the Bonner men won’t mind your charity work like some men would. They don’t object to women getting the vote and they were very active in trading with the Indians.”

“Just as America trades with other nations for products. It’s good business. They’ve hired former slaves to help with ranching at times too. They’re smart ranchers and I see a secure future there.” Emily smiled. Fear of the Indians had led to reservations and treaties that destroyed their way of life. She didn’t approve, but without even the right to vote, there was little women could do.

Instead, she focused on what charitable works were in her power. Emily settled in the study that had been her father’s private sanctuary. Now she used it to tutor Dora. If other saloon girls would leave prostitution, Emily would find them work. They could stay with her until they did. The women welcomed lessons. Unfortunately, most of the ladies worked all night and slept during the day. Emily had made the offer clear, but some of the women had contracts with the saloon owner or owed him large debts that had to be paid off before they could leave.

Dora knocked, then opened the door. “Ready, miss?”

“I am, and I wish you’d call me Emily.” She opened a book as Dora sat.

“Sarah would bite my head off. If I’m to be a proper maid, she said I have to do things right.” Dora focused on the text.

“You’re sure you want to be a maid?” Emily asked.

“I don’t have a lot of options and I won’t go back to the saloon. Doubt he’d take me back.” Dora’s bright expression changed to sadness.

After five years of working at the saloon, Dora had gotten pregnant. The owner had beaten her so badly, she’d lost the baby. Then she’d fled for her life. Emily still remembered the doctor sending for her in the middle of the night to hold Dora’s hand while he stopped the bleeding. Finally, one of the saloon girls had trusted Emily enough to ask for help.

“You’re
not
going back to that life. However, women don’t have to be just servants. You could work in a bank or a library. Train to be a nurse in a big city. If you learn to read and improve your education, you could have many job opportunities in Denver. And they’d never know about your past,” Emily said.

“Then trick some nice man into marrying me? I don’t know if I could live a lie.” Dora smiled weakly. “But I do want to learn.”