TheSurrenderofLacyMorgan (8 page)

His own erection strained as it was freed, begging to be
treated to the same warm suction. He waded back into the water behind Lacy.
Resting his cock against her shoulder, he slid his hands down over her breasts.
Cupping them in his hand, he marveled again at how magnificent they were.
Enough to fill his hands, but not so much to be wasted or sagging. He pinched
the dark rosy nipples, making her suck Dakota in a little deeper.

“Oh yes, pet. Suck me inside, bathe me with that tongue,”
Dakota whispered, pulling her head in a little more.

Dakota’s words and Lacy’s responsiveness made Quinn’s balls
tighten and the blood surge into his cock. He was sure now she hadn’t been with
many men in her life. From her kisses to the tentative way she’d touched and
licked at Dakota, he knew how innocent she really was. The knowledge that she’d
almost willingly gone down on one of them pushed his desire for her up another
level.

“That’s it, kitten, take him in deeper.”

His eyes met Dakota’s. The lust he saw there stoked his own.
He wanted to feel her luscious lips wrapped around his shaft, her warm, wet
mouth pulling on him.

Releasing her nipples, he slid his hands down her arms to
her bound hands where her fingertips cupped Dakota. He undid the knots in the
leather thong, slowly releasing her hands and massaging the skin beneath. Then
he stepped to the side, bringing one of her hands to his straining cock. He
laid it in her hands and pushed her fingers around the thickness.

With Dakota’s shaft buried deep in her mouth, she opened her
jade-green eyes to stare up at him

Holding her gaze with his, Quinn moved her hand. “Stroke
me,” he commanded.

Her soft hand slipped down his full length, sending tremors
of pleasure through him. “Oh yeah, kitten, that’s it. Make me feel good.”

A moan escaped Dakota as she slid her mouth up and down his
length. He scooped her mass of copper curls off her face. Gripping them tight,
he guided her head to take more of his cock. Quinn could tell by the look on
his brother’s face that he was close to spilling his seed down her throat. He
also knew their captive wasn’t ready for that kind of submission.

Their gazes met over Lacy’s head. A silent communication to
change tactics.

Dakota grasped her head between his hands and slowly pulled
her face away from his throbbing cock. Her mouth remained in an O shape,
confusion etched on her features. “Not this time, pet.”

He turned her head toward Quinn and watched as his brother
slid deep into the warm mouth he’d just plundered. Sliding one hand into her hair,
he gripped the thick curls in his fingers and guided her movements up and down
Quinn’s shaft.

She put up no resistance. Her gaze was locked on Quinn’s.

Dakota watched the two of them.

Lacy might not realize it, but her body had already
responded to Quinn’s in a way her mind and heart couldn’t fight.

After a few minutes, Dakota gently pulled her away from
Quinn’s cock.

Each of them reached down to cup a breast and pinch the
nipple. “Stroke us to completion, Lacy,” he instructed her. He and Quinn had done
this with women they’d shared over the years, but never with such a novice. He
didn’t know how long he’d last in her hands.

True to her inherent submissiveness, Lacy obeyed his
instructions, gliding her hands smoothly over their straining erections, watching
with fascination as suddenly the first one, then the other spurted cum onto her
breasts.

“Ah God, yes…” Dakota moaned as he erupted.

“Sweet heavens…don’t…stop…” Quinn growled out as he came
too.

Lacy’s fingers slowed. Their sticky seed slowly ran over her
breasts. Shame at how she’d let them use her, mark her as their property,
filled her. And she’d willingly gone along with their demands. How could she
behave like that?

She released them then struggled to stand. She wanted to get
away from them. Hide.

Quinn caught her before she managed to stumble two steps.
“We’re not finished.”

She tried to pull away but he gripped her tight against his
body. Then he scooped her into his arms and walked deeper into the water.

“Please, no more. I…can’t. I…no…please.” God, she hated
begging, but her resolve was in tatters.

Quinn leaned in and captured her protests in a soft kiss.
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s simply time to bathe.”

“Bathe?” She couldn’t be hearing him right.

Slowly he released her legs, holding her steady as she slid
down his body to stand hip-deep in the cold mountain water. “You met our needs,
now it’s our turn to meet yours.”

“Why?” She shivered in the cold air and water, hating this
vulnerable state she’d been hovering in since they invaded her cabin.

“Because it’s our responsibility to care for you.” He pulled
her body flush against his, rubbing his warm hands over her back.

“That makes no sense.” She tried to ignore the musky
masculine scent of his chest. “You plan to give me to Devil. If he doesn’t kill
me, which I assure you he plans to do, you’re going to see they hang me.”

“Not necessarily, kitten,” Dakota said, pressing his back
the length of her.

Dear God, it felt so good. She should hate them, should
fight them. Their nearness, body heat, the scent of them teased her senses like
nothing she’d experienced before.

“What…what do you mean?” Another shiver coursed over her
body, this time making her nipples pucker harder against Quinn and the folds of
her sex swell even more.

Lavender teased her nose. Dakota took a step back, sliding
hands lathered with the special soap she’d bought in Denver over her shoulders,
kneading down the smooth muscles of her back to her bottom cheeks. Eyes closed,
she leaned into Quinn. “Oh, mmm.”

“I think our kitten likes that, Dakota.” Quinn chuckled
above her, the rumbling making his chest hairs tickle her cheek.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning more.

“I think you’re right.”

Dakota slid his hands back up her sides, then in front to
lather her breasts and upper chest, washing away the remnants of their seed.
Finally he went down her stiff back muscles again. When his hands worked her
buttocks again, then slipped down over her thighs, she went limp. Only Quinn’s
hands on her hips kept her vertical.

“Tell me about the bank robbery, Lacy,” Quinn whispered
against her ear.

She shook her head, trying to fight both Quinn’s sexy voice
and Dakota’s hands, hands that slipped between her thighs.

“Sweetness, help us help you. How many raids did you go on
with Devil? Five? Ten?”

“First,” she whispered as Dakota slid his fingers over her
sex.

“You’ve been in on them since the first?”

“No.” Oh, why didn’t they understand? She couldn’t think
straight. “It was my first. My only…Oh, mmm.”

Dakota swirled his fingers around the nub at the top of her
slit. Heaven. Hell. She thrust her hips forward, trying to close her legs.

“No, kitten,” Quinn commanded her. “Keep them open.”

She obeyed, relaxing her thighs.

“You’re saying you never went on any other raids with the
gang?” he asked. “You expect us to believe that?”

“Devil wanted me to. I refused.”

Fingers plucked deliciously at the nub.

“Why? What was special about this time?”

“He said it would be the last.”

“Devil? Devil planned to stop robbing banks?”

A finger slipped through her folds, just a knuckle inside
her. She clenched hard on it. “No…Oh God…” She thrust hard onto the hands
playing with her sex.

“Who said it would be the last robbery?”

She shook her head. Didn’t want to tell them of her
stupidity. Didn’t want to talk about Santos. Only wanted to feel the delicious
things flowing over her body.

Dakota worked his finger in and out of her, his thumb
stroking her nub as she thrust back and forth like a cat in heat. They were
making her want to come for them again, just as she had the night before.

Quinn gripped her around her waist with one arm, then,
gripping her chin, tilted her face up to his. “Open your eyes,” he ordered.

Slowly, she lifted her lids to stare up into his blue eyes.

“Tell me, sweetness.”

Fingers stroking her higher.

Faster.

Need spiraling tighter.

“Lacy. Tell us who made you go on this raid.”

The fingers stopped.

She whimpered. “Please.”

“Tell. Us. Who.”

“Please…don’t…make…me…tell.”

“Tell us, sweetness, and Dakota will make you come. Just
tell us.”

“Santos. The son-of-a-bitch that used me.”

Suddenly Dakota’s fingers were back. Stroking. Teasing.
Bringing her closer and closer.

She thrust wildly against him.

Her body tensed.

Quinn settled his lips over hers as she shattered into a
thousand pieces, screaming her completion into his mouth.

“Good girl,” he whispered against her cheek as he held her
close, the waves of soft spasms slowly ebbing, reality returning. Then he
passed her over to Dakota’s waiting arms, swimming away from them then back to
the riverbank.

Why was he leaving? Despite the anger rolling off him like
heat from an oven, she wanted to call him back. Hated that she felt bereft
without his body holding hers. Hated her weakness.

Dakota smoothed her sweat-slicked hair from her face. “Easy,
pet,” he crooned. He lowered them into the water, the coolness easing the fire
burning inside her. “You’ll be okay.”

“I hate him.”

“Quinn?”

“Yes. No. Santos.”

Dakota held her close, splashing cooling waters over her
body. “How did he use you?”

“He lied to me. Please let me go.”

She tried to wiggle out of Dakota’s arms but he held her
close, stroking her face and crooning to her once more.

A gunshot sounded in the distance.

Lacy froze in Dakota’s arms. “Relax, pet. No one’s going to
hurt you. That’s just Quinn finding something for our dinner.”

“I don’t know why you bother feeding me. He plans to see me
hang for the bank robbery killings.”

“We’re marshals. It’s our job to see justice is served.”

“Tormenting me is serving justice? Taking me back as a
present to Devil is serving justice?” She pushed against his arms, and this
time he let her go. She sloshed through the water a few feet, then turned,
planting her hands on her hips. “If you want justice so badly, why don’t you
just hang me now?”

“Punishment without truth isn’t justice, kitten.”

A chill ran over her body. Whether from her nakedness or his
enigmatic statement, she wasn’t sure. Turning, she stumbled onto the riverbank
and scooped up the shirt they’d stripped from her earlier. Tears blinding her,
she struggled to slip her arms into the sleeves. Just as she managed to get the
buttons fastened, Dakota’s hands landed on her shoulder. She stilled her
frantic movements as he kneaded her shoulders.

“Trust us. We’ll find the truth, and protect you too.”

“The truth is, I helped in a robbery, and because of me
three people are dead. How are you going to protect me from that?”

* * * * *

“What do you mean you found the horse but not the girl?”
Devil Morgan slammed his hands onto the table, sloshing whiskey out of his
glass. “She don’t go nowhere without that nag.”

Santos leaned back in his chair, lifting the two front legs
in the air, studying his fingernails nonchalantly. “She sold it.”

“Why the hell would she do that?” Devil resisted the urge to
draw iron and pump his second-in-command full of lead.

“Apparently she needed money.”

“What the hell for? She took all of that last haul we made
when she high-tailed it out of here.” He lifted his glass and threw the last of
the cheap whiskey down his throat, feeling it burn all the way to his gut. When
he got his hand on that bitch again, he’d enjoy tearing the hide off her, one
whip stroke at a time. “Where was it you found the horse?”

“A town on the Colorado side of the border. Her trail
disappeared from there. Probably took the stage down to Denver. It’s what I’d
do.”

“But she ain’t you. She’s a woman and that means she don’t
think right. Her mama never did.” He reached down and adjusted his stiff cock.
Thinking how he’d punish the bitch when he got his hands on her always got him
hard. “You told me once she was in on the robbery, she’d be easy to handle.”

Santos shrugged. “Like you said, she don’t think right.”

“She should’ve been cowering, afraid the law would get her.
Her mama would’ve been. Instead she bolted.” Devil poured more whiskey into his
glass. “Took my money and rode out just before the pass froze over. Knew I
wouldn’t be able to track her until the thaw.”

“She’s got guts. It was her most seductive quality.” A leer
spread over Santos’ lips just beneath the pencil-thin black moustache. “That and
her magnificent tits.”

Jealous rage flooded Devil. He ought to kill the bastard.
Santos had sampled the bitch’s body to convince her to ride with the gang, and
he hated him for it. He’d craved taking her himself since she’d started growing
those tits. When her voodoo mama died on him, he should’ve just forced her to
take her place, but Santos said his plan would work better, and not trigger the
curse her mama put on him.

He let out a growl of frustration. “Get the men together. I
want everyone scouring the countryside for her. I’ll give five twenty-dollar
gold pieces to the man who brings her back.”

“Dead or alive?”

He licked his lips and grinned at Santos. “Alive. Make sure
they know I want her very much alive.”

* * * * *

Huddled in her shirt and blanket, Lacy sat on the opposite
side of the fire, her hair a riotous mass of curls hanging down her back, still
damp from her bath. She hadn’t said much during their meal of quail and cooked
beans, and now sat staring into the fire as if it held some magical wisdom in
its flames.