Natalie Acres - Wanted by outlaws

“You’re not?” Luke asked.

Clay immediately changed his mind when he saw the look Luke gave him. He wanted the job of checking her out.

Before one of his cousins beat him to the opportunity, he stepped back inside. “I’ll talk to her.”

“Yeah, I bet you will. I’ll make sure you explain it the way she deserves to hear it. I think this is working out to your advantage a little too well, Clay.”

“Me too,” Levi added. “ A might well , if you ask me.”

The men slipped back into her bedroom and Emily swiped her palms across her face. “Well?”

“Well, uh, Emily,” Luke began but he stopped abruptly and everyone stared. “Clay wants to tell you something.”

“Yeah, Clay has something to tell you,” Levi agreed.

“Clay?” Emily prodded.

“Well this here is going to be a little uncomfortable for you if I do this so we wanted to ask again if we can take you to the doctor. There’s no way to know without absolute certainty unless—”

“I know you’re going to have to see me. That’s why I dropped the sheet and let you see my breasts. I’m not embarrassed around you. I’ve known you, all of you, for a long time. If anyone is going to look down there, it makes a right sense to me if one of you did it.”

“Does it really?” Luke narrowed his eyes on her and rubbed his chin. Nervously, Levi did the same.

“He’ll have to touch you,” Levi said. “Down there,” he pointed, “as you put it.”

Emily’s eyes watered. “You think I’m stupid. All of you! Just…just leave. Go on home. Get out. Get out now! I’m not some stupid whore who doesn’t know this.”

“Now hold on here a minute, Emily. No one here thinks you’re a whore. You’ve told me and probably them too that you’ve never laid down with a man and I believe you. I imagine they do too. The problem is, as Levi said,” he glared at his cousin for having less than a good way with words, “I can’t just look or touch the outside.”

She set her jaw defiantly. “You think I don’t know this? Forget it. I’ll do it myself.”

Clay blinked. “Come again?”

Emily shifted on the bed. “If you three will leave, I’ll test it myself.”

“She means she’ll put her fingers up her twat and do it herself,” Luke said.

“Dear God woman, is that what you meant?” Clay asked and his dick twitched with a better understanding than what his mind prepared to process.

“Well yes, you sorta leave me without any other choice. Now tell me, what am I looking for exactly?” When she moved again, the three cowboys stared at one another in disbelief. They knew where her fingers were and Clay wondered if his cousins were wishing like hell they were underneath that sheet watching. He did. He ached to see.

“All right boys, show time is over. Wait on the porch. I’m gonna help Emily out here.”

Luke glanced down at Clay’s breeches. “Help her out? I’ll bet you are. One hand on her that she doesn’t want and I’ll—”

Emily stopped moving her arm downward. “So you’ll look at me?”

“Yeah, I’ll take a look,” Clay tried to act uninterested but the truth was, he couldn’t wait now.

“You boys stand out there on the porch. I’ll step on out there in a minute.”

“See that you do,” Luke growled. “Quick-like.”

Clay watched Emily for a few seconds more before he walked over to the tiny basin, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands. Her breath quickened behind him.

“I guess now it’s only fair to tell you that I always hoped you’d take me the first time. You or Luke, nothing against Levi but Levi wouldn’t teach me the things a woman needs to learn. ‘Course I never imagined anything like this happening. You know bad circumstances lead to a lot of things, I guess.”

Clay cursed under his breath and stared down at his cock. The bulge in his buckskins couldn’t wait for further exposure. He even saw the ridges. They pressed firmly into the material.

When he glanced into the mirror, he saw how calm she looked now as opposed to a few minutes earlier, and she sure looked pretty there on the bed waiting for him. Her high cheekbones were flushed and defined. Her small nostrils flared with expectation. She appeared excited and he wondered if she turned her bad luck into a good opportunity.

Surely not.

He dried his hands with a small cloth nearby and turned around to face her. “You’re ready for this?”

“Yes, I sure am.” She scooted down the bed. “I’m glad it’s you.”

Hell yes, the way she babbled on, he could’ve sworn she was making this into something more than an examination. “Okay, then. I’m ready.” He hoped to God he didn’t smack his lips.

She tossed the old thin blankets away from her body and there in perfect shape before his very eyes, Clay saw the essence and the beauty of an innocent woman.

“You’re blushing,” she said without any amusement, something she might have had prior to those cowboys roughing her up.

“I reckon I am,” he replied before he reached behind him and pulled up a chair.

“There’s no reason for it,” she said. “I planned to let you see my private parts in good time, anyhow.”

His heart raced forward and maybe even skipped a few beats. “I’m sure glad to know it, Emily. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

He tried to focus on her lower half. It wasn’t an easy task. The woman he’d been dying to hold, craving like a crazy man, was more beautiful than words described.

Through gentle eyes, she looked at him for answers. “You wouldn’t dare. I know you better than most people. You care for me. I see it when you look at me. I see it in Luke and Levi too.”

Why she wanted to keep the serious chatter going, he didn’t know so he ignored it. “Move closer to me,” he said before he touched her ankles. “I believe if they’d gotten to you, Emily, you’d know it.”

She scooted down to the edge of the mattress.

“Put your feet on my knees and then spread your legs.”

“You’re gonna look too, aren’t you?” she asked innocently.

“I’m gonna look and feel,” he said. And maybe even lick too if you ain’t been touched , he thought.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she said right when her small feet hit his kneecaps. She rolled her hips forward and spread her legs at the same time.

“Oh dear God,” he released a guttural growl. The prettiest little pussy in the world smelled like homemade wine and he inhaled her scent. Right then he knew. She hadn’t been touched.

Immediately, she snapped her legs closed. “What?” she screeched. “Have I been? Have I been…raped?”

He released a hearty breath. “Hell no, or at least I don’t know yet. I just…I, uh…”

When he realized he couldn’t make up an excuse, he grinned. “You gotta…a pretty pussy, that’s all.”

She blushed. “Oh,” she said. “Do you like women with pretty pussies?”

He gulped when he heard her say the word. His cock twitched and his fingers itched now. He wanted to get inside of her so bad, he was nearly numb.

“Well? Do you?”

For a second, he had to think about the question. He snapped back into reality and held onto her ankles. “Yeah, I do. A lot.”

“Oh, so you’ve seen a lot of them?”

“A few,” he said quietly.

“Then you really should know what to look for. I’m ready again.” She stretched her arms over her head and spread her legs. She looked ridiculous and beautiful all at the same time.

“Well,” she cocked her head to the side, “hurry. I need to know.”

“Don’t rush me,” he said. He noticed her curls weren’t damp or sticky with sex’s aftermath. Thank God , he thought.