Natalie Acres - Wanted by outlaws

“Marshall Coe and his men are riding hard trying to make it here by sunrise. If you leave and head their direction, they’ll catch you on the way out. If you head the opposite direction, I’ll have my men follow you and either way, I’m still interested in pursuing Emily.”

“And if we stay and fight?” Clay asked.

“You’ll die this time, Clay. You know me. I don’t lie to you. There are enough men coming for you that the only way to change things for you now is to swear you’re gone and have the townspeople support the story too.”

Emily glared at them. “Is this true?”

Levi walked away from them shaking his head. He turned back before he walked out the door. “Surely to hell and back again you ain’t thinking about taking him up on the offer.”

“It’s up to Emily,” Luke said before he looked at her dead-on. “But I say no. I’d rather die knowing you’re our woman than watch him take you and try to…”

Emily dropped the gun.

“Good choice,” Marshall Davis said.

“There’ll be some rules,” she said. “I don’t want you kissing me. I don’t want you sucking on my breasts. Just fuck me and go.”

Luke rose and walked over to her. “Emily—”

“He’s gonna follow his word or, Marshall Davis, you won’t have to worry none about these boys killing you. I’ll kill you. Do we understand each other?”

Clay shook his head. “The only way you’re doing this is if you want to do it, Emily. We’ve fought our way away from posses before and –”

“No.” She stopped him. “I’ve lost one home this week because of a crooked Marshall and I’m not letting another one run us out of town. Now, I’ll fuck you, Marshall Davis, and I won’t have a hard time with it. Like I said, you’re not hard to look at but you will convince that posse that we’ve already moved on and then we’re going to make Cripple Creek our home.

“That means, you’d better get what you want from me the first time because you’re gonna see me again around town and this here thing is only gonna happen once. Understand?”

Clay gritted his teeth and Levi walked the hell on out.

“I don’t like it,” Luke said. “We got no guarantees here.”

“You have my word,” Marshall Davis said. “I don’t want to see you boys hang but I have to tell you, I’ve got a fancy for your woman.”

“You wouldn’t have had a notion like this at all if you hadn’t been peeking in windows when you should’ve been up there at the jail guarding your town.”

“I suppose you’re right but I had suspicions. I happened by when I heard the woman yell so I moved closer.”

“You moved closer to see if I was yelling out in pain?”

“That’s right,” he said.

“I highly doubt it because if anything, I was screaming out in pleasure.”

“I hope to hear it again,” he said.

“You won’t,” she told him flatly. “At least not while your dick is the one stroking me.”

Marshall Coe and his men stopped at a steady stream to take a nap and let their horses rest. One of the farmers was disturbed by the whole posse business and he let Coe know it.

“We never did see signs of a struggle along the trail, Marshall,” he said. “We’ve all been looking for the woman’s body or her bloody clothing, maybe even a corpse. We haven’t seen anything.”

Marshall Coe studied the blatant idiot. “No, probably not. Those fellas may have left her body and the buzzards got it or maybe because she was cut up so bad, the people in Cripple Creek took pity and gave her a proper burial. I hope so, don’t you?”

“She was a good girl, Marshall.”

“How the hell would you know?” Marshall Coe inquired.

“When my Martha Ann was dying, she brought her soup and hot coffee every day when I was in the fields. I’d come in and find it on the table. Poor thing couldn’t cook much but what she had to do with, she helped us out in our time of need.”

“Yeah, well them Justice boys are gonna pay now, aren’t they?”

The farmer nodded. “I don’t believe in killin’ but understand, if they hurt Emily Masterson, then I believe it’s time for somebody to teach them a lesson.”

Marshall Coe listened to the old farmer ramble. “Charlie, have you ever shot a man before?”

“No, sireee. I lived by keeping my hands busy and my mind occupied. I don’t believe in killing but this here with Emily Masterson has really disturbed me. We gotta make them pay for what they did to her.”

“You’re right,” Marshall Coe tugged the brim of his hat over his eyes. “And when the Marshall there tells you how bad they cut her up, you’re gonna see their blood spill. You’ll help them shed some of it won’t you, Charlie?”

“Yes, Marshall. I will.”

Emily had a sheet snug over her chest. Clay watched her from the corner of the room.

“You’re sure, you’re okay with this?”

“Yes, but I wish he’d hurry,” she said.

“What’s the rush?” he asked.

“I want to get this over with so we can get back to doing what the four of us were doing.” She folded her hands over her breasts and that’s when Clay noticed she was trembling. He went to her then and took her hands in his.

Rubbing her arms, he smiled. “You thought he was handsome the first time you saw him anyway.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point.”

“You were attracted to him. I saw you patting your hair in the mirror. Why do you think Luke told you to stay inside?”

“You didn’t want him to see me?”

“Nope, we didn’t plan on sharing with nobody else.”

“Then do me a favor and don’t make too many enemies in the future.”

“You got it. Emily, you don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to do it.”

“You think he’s sexy, do ya?”

“No, Clay, but there are some things you do for your family. You make sacrifices for them by grinning and bearing it, no matter what it is.”

His lips twitched and he reached under the sheets. Her firm stomach was flat and her skin felt cold to the touch, not hot like it had been earlier. He pressed down on her mound. “Are you wet, Emily?”

“No,” she said.

“Let me make you wet, sugar,” he said as he twirled his finger around her opening. “Shift your weight and spread your hips for me.”

She took a deep breath and with a frown still glued to her face, she parted her legs for him. He pressed into her dry cave. “Damn,” he said.

“You like it when I’m not wet?”

“I gotta tell you, I don’t like it so much but I’d give anything to fuck you while you’re like this.”

He felt a splurge of heat from her vagina but she was still tight, so fucking tight. He wiggled his fingers higher into her pussy and then stood up. Watching her in the candlelight, he undressed.

“Clay, you don’t have to try and…”

“Shh…” He gently smiled. “I don’t want to hear you talk unless you’re coming and telling me all about it.”

“Okay,” she said. “Where is the Marshall?”

“Do we care?”

“No,” she said. “But Clay?”

“Remember, not a word.” He pressed his fingertips to his lips and then eased on the bed. “Not one word, okay sugar.”

He held himself to her opening and pressed inside her walls. He gritted his back teeth. “Oh damn, Emily. You feel so good, baby. Hot fucking damn .”

He started to move, slow at first but the way she felt all hot and tight only drove him further over the edge and she did it quick. He yanked her legs behind his back and kissed her nipples.

“Clay?”

“Uh-huh, baby. It’s good, isn’t sugar?”

She nodded. “Good, real good.” But then she pointed to Marshall Davis.