Natalie Acres - Wanted by outlaws

She sucked him back inside her cheeks and he swelled them plenty as he pounded against her throat, not caring that his balls slapped against her chin enough to make a frightening noise.

“Damn it! Suck!” He clutched the bedpost and rode into her mouth. “That’s it, ah yeah. Good baby. Suck it. That’s it. Shit!” He creamed the back of her throat and he rode it out until every drop of his seed was swallowed and savored.

Then, out of nowhere, a loud knock interrupted them.

“Evenin’, Marshall,” she drawled when she opened the door fully clothed in a dull grey skirt and white blouse.

He could see her nipples protruding through the material and he had to smile. She didn’t know her modesty would never be appreciated now. He’d seen those tits. He’d wrapped his cock in hand and came with her name on his lips because he’d watched her with those outlaws.

“Miss Masterson.” He tilted his hat and then took it off. The least he could do was show some measure of respect. If he knew Clay and his cousins, they weren’t sure who to expect so they were somewhere in the house with guns in hand. Knowing Clay, a few knives too. He never fought particularly fair.

“Would you like to come in?” she reluctantly asked.

“Am I interrupting something?” he asked and watched as her cheeks flushed. “I mean I can come back tomorrow.”

“Is it important?” she asked politely.

Oh, he was going to have some fun with Miss Emily Masterson. She was the kind of woman he could entertain.

“Why yes, Miss Masterson, it is. Very important.”

She narrowed her eyes on him. She understood. The little hell cat knew without a doubt and it showed in her beautifully flushed ivory skin. She moved to the side and called over her shoulder. “Clay, Luke, Levi. It’s the Marshall.”

With a polite hand held out, she invited him inside. “Come on in and I’ll put some coffee on.”

“Are you sure I’m not interrupting something important?” he devilishly asked again.

She twisted around and caught him off guard. “What do you think you interrupted, Marshall?” She glared at him and placed both hands on her hips. Around the same time, Levi appeared, fully clothed. He reached over the table and shook hands with Marshall Davis.

“Good to see you tonight. What can I help you with?” he asked.

Marshall Davis looked at Emily from head to toe. “I’m not sure if it’s something you can help me with or not. I’ll have to take it up with Miss Masterson and Clay but I imagine we can work something out.”

He watched his words sink in and he resisted the temptation to touch her. “Is Clay around or not?” He looked back toward the bedroom.

“He’ll be right out,” Levi said.

Luke and Clay walked out together. Both tried to act like he’d just stirred the dead. Luke’s hair was messed up and Clay yawned repetitively.

“Marshall,” Clay shook his hand and then Luke did the same.

“Good time to knock off the act boys,” he said. “Now I know I didn’t wake you.” He licked his lips and studied Emily. “I don’t think any of you have had much rest tonight, right, Miss Masterson?”

Clay and Luke studied her too. Luke walked over to her and whispered something in her ear and she handed him the kettle. “Marshall,” she said in passing while bowing her head in shame, no doubt. He hoped it was shame. A whore like Miss Masterson ought to feel some measure of it after what he’d watched her do.

“You didn’t have to send her away,” Marshall Davis said.

“Actually, we did,” Levi crossed his arms and stood near the door.

“What brings you out here tonight?” Clay always shot straight from the hip and didn’t waste time doing it.

“Well, boys, I have a proposition,” he said.

“It couldn’t wait until morning?” Clay asked.

“No, ‘fraid it couldn’t wait another minute after what I saw here tonight.”

Levi and Clay exchanged glances and Luke gaped at the floor. He looked downright mad and Marshall Davis quickly decided, Luke was the smoking gun before one was ever fired.

The cabin fell quiet and no one said a word for a few minutes.

Finally, Marshall Davis cleared his throat. “I want you to share Miss Masterson with me, Clay.”

“The hell you say,” Luke clenched his fist and headed for him but Clay stopped him by slinging his arm back all at one time.

“In exchange for what?” he asked.

“Your life,” he said, “and yours,” he nodded toward Levi and then Luke. “All of you are facing a posse and they’ll be here before you can get away now. I’ll make all of your problems go away if you’ll give me a few hours with Miss Masterson.”

“A few hours?” Clay grunted. “I know better.”

“I do too,” Luke said seething.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I took her for a whore but you boys care about her, huh?”

Levi blind-sided him with a sucker punch. “She ain’t a whore, you sorry low-down son-of-a-bitch.”

“Shit!” He held his jaw and glared at Levi. “Let’s not forget whose town you’re in, boy!”

He heard the clicking sound of a gun and froze before he rose up again. He looked over his shoulder but Clay wasn’t the one who had him. He looked around to his right and as luck would have it, the whore-in-question had him in her sights.

Luke sat down on a chair near the bathtub. He propped his elbow on the side and glared at Marshall Davis. “Now what do we do? Looks like you done went and made our woman angry. That doesn’t sit well with me, Marshall.”

“Me either,” Levi said still brooding.

“Clay, come on now.” He glanced at Emily and back at Clay. “Ask her to put the gun down.”

“Ask her yourself.”

“Miss Masterson….”

“It was whore a minute ago and now the formalities. Hell, from what I understand, you want to fuck me so might as well call me Emily. Let’s get it out of the way so you can go on your way.”

“You’re gonna fuck me with a gun in hand?” he asked.

Luke grinned. “Appears that’s what she’s offering.”

“It is,” she grunted. “Only way I fuck some sorry bastard like you is if I can do it to save these fellas and if I can keep a gun on you on the same time.”

Marshall Davis put his hands up in the air. “Hold on there a minute. Truth is, I don’t have a way with the ladies. Can I tell you what brought me inside here tonight?”

“You dropped the tough act awful quick. I always thought you might be a weasel,” she said.

“I know what brought you inside here tonight,” Clay said. “I saw you peeking in the window.”

Emily’s lips formed a tight line. “What the hell, Clay?”

“Shit, Emily. Do you wanna know when I saw him?”

She narrowed her eyes on him and then glanced back at her intended target. “When did you see him? Tell me when.”

Luke chuckled. “I know when. Hell, I can’t blame him. If I was coming, I wouldn’t stop for a peeping Tom.”

“I ain’t a peeping Tom,” he told them.

“The hell you ain’t, Marshall,” she said.

Clays studied him. “We used to be friends,” he informed.

“As far as I’m concerned, we still are.” He grinned. “That is as long as you’re still living.”

“See, you didn’t come here for no other reason but to bully us,” she shook her gun at him. “You ain’t hard to look at either. If you’d approached us a bit differently, then who knows, maybe I’d considered it but not now. No way in hell.”

“Then your men are gonna hang at sunset tomorrow,” he told her without one inch of regret.

She looked at Luke and then Clay. “Well?”

Clay shrugged. “I never knew with one hundred percent assurance that he wouldn’t turn on me. I’m not surprised.”