Ryan (6 page)

He
took the key and then dug out some money and handed it to her. His hand was shaking
so bad he thought perhaps he’d drop it. Now all he wanted to do was get to the
room, fuck the girl and go home.

Ryan
turned quickly and headed up the stairs. In fact, he took them two at a time
wondering who he was going to get to service his needs tonight.
 
He heard one of the girls giggling and what
sounded like her ass being spanked.

He’d
never been into that sort of thing before but the thought of smacking Gracie’s
bare ass sent the blood pulsing around his body so fast that his legs shook as
he went up the final stair. He hurried along to room five. He lit the kerosene
lamp and proceeded to get undressed. Usually he liked the girl to take off his
clothes but tonight he wanted to just get down to business as soon as possible
and get the hell out of the saloon.

After
he’d placed his pants and shirt on the chair he laid on the bed. He thought of
Gracie again, stroking his cock as he did so.

He
had to stop this. He had to get her out of his head or she’d be the death of
him.

Chapter Eight

“Let
me go to Ryan instead of one of the girls,” said Gracie, putting her needlework
down and standing.

“Gracie,
Ryan’s made it very clear to me what will happen if I put you to work as one of
my girls.”

“I
don’t want to be one of the girls but I want to lose my virginity to Ryan
Doyle.”

Maggie
smiled. “I thought I saw a gleam of passion in those eyes when you look at him.
I see the same with him when he looks at you,” said Maggie sticking her needle
into the pin cushion.

“You
do?”

“Of
course I do. Why do you think he’s been avoiding this place? Before you came here,
well, he did his drinking in the saloon most nights of the week.”

“But
that must mean that…”

“He’s
got a thing for you and he thinks he’s too old and broken.”
“Broken?”

Maggie
raised her hand. “He’ll have to explain that one to you. Are you sure you want
to do this?”

“I’m
positive.”

“Okay
then. I really should sit you down and explain a few things to you but knowing Ryan
he’ll be a wonderful teacher.”

“It’s
going to hurt isn’t it?”

Maggie
stood and put her arms around her and pulled Gracie to her chest. “Sure honey,
it’s not going to be comfortable but the next time you’re with a man it’s going
to be wonderful. I promise you that.” She kissed the top of Gracie’s head. “Now
off you go and I’ll be here if you need me after you’re done. You might want to
talk to a seasoned lady like myself.”

She
winked at Gracie.

Gracie
headed up the stairs before she changed her mind about this. She’d had a thing
for the sheriff the minute she’d woken and seen him. So Maggie thought he had a
thing for her too. She bit her lip as she went along the hallway. There was no
other man she’d give the gift of her innocence to. She hoped he wouldn’t make a
big fuss because this was going to be a night to remember.

She
turned the knob on the door, slowly opening it to see the lamp was already lit.
She ventured inside, her heart beating so fast that it made a noise in her head
and ears. She looked on the bed and swallowed. Ryan was already naked and lying
on the bed. He had his eyes closed.
 
She
glanced at his cock as it lay upon his left thigh. First time she’d seen a man’s
genitals this close. He was big and long and suddenly she was scared. Scared of
how much it would hurt.
Scared that in her innocence she
wouldn’t bring him pleasure.

“About
time you got here. I just want to fuck you quick and hard so bend over the bed
and let’s get this over with,” he said.

Gracie
moved her feet, causing one of the floorboards to squeak. Ryan looked up.

“What
the hell, Gracie? Get out of here because I’m waiting for one of the girls.”

“I’m
the girl.”

He
sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“I’ve
told Maggie that you are not to work here and when I get my hands on her…”

Gracie
walked over to him. “It’s okay, I volunteered.”

“Shit,
Gracie, you are not going to be a soiled dove.”

She
put her fingers over his mouth preventing him from saying another word.

“I
am not going to be one. I’m going to be with just you and no other man. I’m
giving you my virginity if you’ll have it.”

He
looked her in the eye.

“Gracie,
you don’t know what you’re doing. This is something you need to keep for your
husband.”

“What
if I never marry? I don’t want to die a virgin.”

He
shook his head. “The chances of you not finding a husband are non-existent.”

“I
want to do this,” she said. She was bold enough to run her fingers down his
chest, feeling the taut muscles push against them.

Gracie
glanced at his cock. It had suddenly gone from flaccid to hard. Had she done
that with her touch?

He
lifted her hands to his mouth the kissed both palms.

“Think
about what you’re doing,” he said.

“I
have. Well unless you don’t want a virgin.”

“Every
man has fantasies about making love to one of those.”

“So
tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

Chapter Nine

Ryan
couldn’t believe that this was happening. He had to be dreaming. He’d wake up
any minute and be in his bed. Opening his eyes to find himself in a pool of
sweat where he’d imagine that Gracie had given herself to him.

But
this was real. He was naked and Gracie was standing before him in all her
beauty.

She
pulled the ribbon from her hair, allowing her long locks to cascade around her
shoulders. He reached out and touched one of the curls at the end.
So soft and silky between his fingers.

Gracie
touched his face, her fingers so light, like butterflies fluttering against his
skin. He took them in his hand and kissed each tip. She touched his shoulder
making his body tremble with anticipation of what would come soon: his body
joining with hers. In all honesty he’d wanted this since the first time he’d
visited her when he brought her to Maggie’s.

He
began unbuttoning her dress, popping the buttons open until the sides of the
material fell away from her chest. Her chemise had the cutest bow on the front
of it. He pulled at it, opening it up and giving him the first glimpse of her
bare skin and the top of her breasts.

Ryan
grew more excited, more eager with each passing second. He had to pace himself,
had to slow down or he’d come right this minute.

He
opened up the top of her dress, pushing the sleeves off her shoulders and then her
arms. She helped him ease it over her hips and soon it sat around her ankles.

Just
her petticoat and bloomers stood between their naked bodies marrying up,
rubbing together, causing friction, causing passion.

The
next thing he did with regret but he was getting desperate. He yanked at the chemise
pulling down off her shoulders. Her breasts, he’d never seen such beautiful nipples.
Dusty pink…he had to touch them. See if this was all a wonderful dream. But no,
it was real. They were real as he rolled them between his thumbs and fingers.

She
groaned a little.

“Sorry
Gracie, but you’re just so damn beautiful,” he said.

“It’s
okay, you didn’t hurt me. You can play with my nipples some more if that’s what
you need to do.”

Oh
he needed to all right.
That and a lot more.
Gracie
wiggled out of her petticoat. He pulled on the cord on the bloomers, loosening
up their waistband until they too slipped down over her hips.

His
cock grew hard as he saw for the first time the dark curls that he’d only got a
glimpse of when she’d stood in front of the mirror that morning. He put his
hands on her mound and felt them against his palm. What treasure lay between
them?

“Open
your legs for me Gracie?”

She
parted them and put her hands on his shoulders. Her fingers were digging into
his
skin,
making him sense that she was nervous about
what he’d do next.

He
looked up at her. “If you’d like to change your mind about doing this I’ll
understand.”

Gracie
shook her head. “I don’t want another man taking my innocence, only you.”

Ryan
took a deep breath and moved his fingers down into her curls once again. He
slid them over her folds that were wet and soft. He’d never been with a virgin
before.
Never known a guy who had.
He fingered her
opening, feeling her grip his shoulders with more pressure.

Being
as careful as he could he
slipped
one finger gently
inside her. Her own fingers dug deeper and harder. She was tight, oh so tight
that he could barely get his finger any farther into her channel. She was tense
and it was going to make things worse, that much he knew.

“Gracie,
try and relax, let your pussy relax as best you can.”

“I’ll
try.”

He
pushed a little farther but she wasn’t helping things any.

Ryan
decided to pull his finger out and instead her lifted her up and placed her on
the bed.

“Part
your legs wide for me,” he said.

Ryan
got onto the bed and lay on his side, twirling his fingers around her navel.

“Just
close your eyes and relax,” he whispered in her ear.

Once
he saw her eyelids flutter and close, he put his fingers over her folds and
then pressed his finger inside her. He wiggled it about, feeling her wetness.
He removed it and moved down to the end of the bed, getting his first glimpse
of her pussy. It like the rest of her was beautiful. Pink and glossy and now
that he’d seen it he had to be inside her. He had to find his release or he’d
go mad.

“Okay
Gracie, now you relax as best you can.”

“Are
you going to do it now? Are you going to take my virginity?”

“I
am honey, so just don’t grow tense down there. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

“I
know you will.”

She
made fists and squeezed her eyes shut.

He
positioned himself between her legs, held his erect cock and introduced it to
her opening. With a gentle push he was half way inside her. Her tightness
excited him making him push himself farther into her channel when he felt the
resistance. She whimpered, brought one of her fists up to her mouth and bit
down.

“Honey,
you still
want
me to do this?”

She
didn’t say anything but nodded. He pushed some more, feeling the resistance
break and Gracie cried out through her fist.

“Worst
is over, honey.”

He
pushed some more. He’d never been in such a tight pussy ever before and it
excited him in a way that made him unaware to stop himself. He thrust into her,
losing himself inside her, feeling her pussy almost squeeze the life out of
him.

Ryan
closed his eyes and was sorry for what he was doing but her body gave him no
choice; he rode her hard and fast, seeing her bite down more and more and then,
he came, he found the sweet release he needed.

A
tear was running down her cheek.

“I’m
so sorry honey,” he said pulling out of her.

“It’s
okay. I knew it would be a little rough for me the first time.”

He
looked down at her thighs and knew that maybe he should go get Maggie to help
clean her up.

He
got off the bed and began to get dressed.

“You’re
not staying the night?”

“No,
Gracie that’s not the way this works.”

“But
I’m not a whore.”

“I
know but I’m not good enough for you Gracie.”

“It’s
not true, you’re a good man. You saved my life.”

“You’ll
find a better man than me. I know in my heart you will.”

He
put on his cowboy hat, left the room and began heading down the hallway. He
didn’t deserve the gift he’d just been given. And he definitely didn’t deserve
Gracie because at one time he’d done a very bad thing. The law might have
offered him clemency and forgiven him but he never had forgiven himself.

Chapter Ten

Gracie
hadn’t realized that she been crying so loud until someone knocked on the door.

“Gracie,
it’s
Maggie. One of the girls said they heard you
crying in here.
Everything okay?”

“
It’s
fine,” said Gracie, pulling the covers up around her.
It had suddenly grown cold.

“Can
I come in and visit with you?”

She
didn’t feel like talking but she knew Maggie would be hurt if she sent her
away.

“Sure.
Come in.”

Maggie
opened the door and stepped into the room.

“Oh
Gracie, it looks like you’ve been doing lots of crying. Look at those beautiful
eyes all red and swollen.”

Maggie
sat on the bed and put her arm around her. “You tell Maggie what happened and
what’s wrong.”

“It’s
Ryan.”

“He
didn’t hurt you did he?”

Gracie
shook her head. “Not physically.”

“Oh
baby girl, you’ve just had sex for the first time and you’re bound to be
emotional.”

“He
just upped and left.”

“That’s
what men do, honey.”

Gracie
tried to move but her body hurt. She grimaced.

“Pussy hurting?”

Gracie
nodded.

“That
will go away and so will those emotions. Next time around things will be
different.” She squeezed Gracie’s hand.

“Why
doesn’t he want me?”

“He
does and that’s his problem.”

“I
don’t understand.”

“Men
get things backwards sometimes. He wants you and that’s why he puts up that
fence. He doesn’t think he’s good enough for you.”

“Then
I have to convince him he is.”

“Ryan
Doyle is a stubborn man.”

“Maybe
I didn’t bring him enough pleasure. Maybe you and the girls can show me how to
make myself irresistible to him.”

“Gracie,
I think you already are and that’s the problem,” said Maggie.

“Please?”
asked
Gracie. She moved again and groaned.

“Okay,
but first I think we need to get you into a bathtub with some warm water to
help take away some of that pain.”

****

Ryan
couldn’t sleep in very much the same way he’d had restless nights after the
incident five years ago.

Had
it been five years already?

He
walked outside and looked up at the moon high in the sky. Montana was
beautiful. He never wanted to leave but with Gracie being around he might have
to go and be sheriff somewhere else. That was if some other town would let a
criminal be a sheriff. Grantsville had been more than accommodating to him.

He
loved Grantsville, Maggie and the rest of the people so the last thing he
wanted to do was leave. If only he hadn’t ridden up to the canyon that evening
and found Gracie.

That
was so wrong of him to think that. If he hadn’t, then probably no one would
have found her, and she’d without a doubt have died up there, without water and
exposed to the elements.

He
leaned against the door jamb, continuing to look up at the sky as he did so. Tonight
had certainly taken a twist. When he’d woken up this morning he hadn’t expected
to have sex with Gracie. He should have been stronger.
Should
have resisted her.
It should have been her husband who took her
virginity. That was his prize not Ryan’s.

He
walked back into his house, closing the door.

Ryan
could still see her standing in front of him, her lovely curves and the dusty
pink nipples.
 
And her lying on the bed,
legs apart, pussy on full display. He almost came just recalling its splendor
and how it felt to be inside her.

He
got back into bed looking up at the ceiling. He wanted her all over again.

****

Gracie
hadn’t seen Ryan in almost a week. She knew he was avoiding her and he wasn’t
going to get away with it. If Maggie was right, and she suspected that she was,
his motive was because he wanted her. Now all she had to do was break down
those barriers he’d build up and enter the fort.

She
carried the cake she’d made and headed for his house. She’d been given lots of
instruction in the art of pleasuring a man so hopefully that and the cake
should work wonders.

Her
pussy pulled just thinking about having sex with Ryan again. Maggie had assured
her the second time would be a special treat for her.

She
knocked on the door. It was still early morning and a Saturday so she hoped she
wasn’t waking him. When a bleary eyed Ryan opened the door she guessed she had.

“Gracie,
what are you doing here this early?
Everything okay with Maggie?”

“It
is but I baked you this cake and I wanted to bring it to you.”

“Cake?”

“Yes,
it’s made with flour and you eat it.”

He
smiled. “Guess you’d better come in and set it down on the kitchen table.”

Gracie
walked behind him into the house. He was wearing jeans and nothing else.

“Did
I wake you?” asked Gracie.

“Well,
I was just about to get up.”

She
sat the cake down and untied her shawl.

“I
haven’t seen you since…”

How
did she phrase it?

“I’ve
had lots to do.”

“Why
do you avoid me?”

“I’m
not sure that I do.”

She
walked over to him. Stood on tiptoe and kissed him. “The other night I couldn’t
kiss you because you were a paying customer and those are the rules.”

She
made him smile. “They sure are.”

“But
today the rules are different.”

“Really.”

“And
I can do this all I want.”

She
stood on tiptoe again and kissed him, this time he pulled her in close to him.

“I
want you to have sex with me again,” she said.

“Gracie
sometimes you are a very persistent and bossy young lady. It’s a man’s prerogative
to say what happens and when.”

“You
can boss me around all you like if that’s what you want.”

He
looked at her. “You like me don’t you?” asked Gracie.

“Yes,
I do, but I know what you’re thinking and I’m too old for you.”

“Nonsense.
Older men are
good providers.”

“Is
that what you’re looking for, a good provider?”
“
Nope, because I’m a woman of independence.
I help run
a whorehouse.”

“You’ve
been spending too much time around Maggie and those girls of hers.”

“Would
you like to see what they’ve taught me?”

“Gracie,
I…”

“Take
off your pants.”
“I told you I won’t be bossed around by a woman.”

Gracie
marched over to him and unbuttoned his fly and got on her knees.

She
only hoped she could remember everything they’d told her.

Sliding
her hands inside his pants she pulled out his cock. He was hard and she knew he
wanted her and this was going to drive him crazy.

She
put her lips onto his cock and slowly took him into her mouth.

“Gracie,
no, this is the sort of thing a whore does to man, not a nice girl like you.”

She
wasn’t listening. She was going to make him come if he liked it or not. She
flicked her tongue along the edge of his dick and used her fingers to tickle
his balls.

“Dear
lord, Gracie, what have they been teaching you? This is sinful.”

She
lapped at him, paid special attention to the underneath part of his shaft that
they’d told made a man go quickly cross eyed.

He
flexed his thighs and moved back and forth, pushing his dick further into her
mouth.

“I’m
going to hell for sure,” he said.

It
was working because his cock twitched against the roof of her mouth and he soon
found release like Maggie had said he would. She swallowed. Maggie had told her
she’d need to do that or spit. The latter seemed the best option. Gracie got
up, seeing Ryan leaning against the table. Breathing heavily he wiped his brow.

She
began to undress. “Point me in the direction of the bedroom.”

“Gracie.”

“I’m
guessing it’s this way.”

She
marched out of the kitchen and into a room with a chair and lamp and then into
another where a bed sat against the wall. She took off her clothes just as Ryan
appeared.

She
turned around so he could see her full frontal.

“This
is so naughty of you. I think you should move out of Maggie’s establishment
today.”

“Are
you going to spank me?”

Gracie
turned around and leaned over the bed, offering her ass to him. Annabeth had
told her men loved spanking women.

She
wiggled her ass hoping that Ryan would take the bait. When his hand met with
her skin she hadn’t quite expected it to be that hard or for her to feel this
good.
 
He spanked her again and cream
oozed from her. She leaned over some more and Ryan ran his hands over her
cheeks, feeling his way down her crack and then plunged his finger into her
pussy.

“I’m
going to make you come with my finger and you’ll have to be happy with that and
leave.”

He
pushed his finger back and forth until she dug her toes into the floorboards.
It felt so good, didn’t hurt, but made her smile, made her drool and then, wow,
something she’d never felt before. The room spun and she felt so happy and so
good. She’d experienced her very first climax.

“You’ve
come. I can feel your little pussy gripping my finger so now you have to
leave.”

He
pulled out of her but she wasn’t going to settle for that. She sat on the bed
and parted her legs, running her finger down over her pussy just like the girls
had told her men go crazy for.

“Come
and get me sheriff.” She spread her labia like they’d told her to do.

Ryan
didn’t say anything but lifted her up, moved her back on the bed and the next
thing she knew his cock was sliding into her.

She
clung to him with a confidence she didn’t have the first time around. Her pussy
was relaxed and it didn’t hurt a bit. In fact, it was getting wetter and more
excited the harder he drove into her. He kissed her neck and then pushed faster
until she groaned.

Gracie
knew she had him. Men thought they were in control but like Maggie’s girls, a
woman had a man right where she wanted him. Not vice versa. They had the power.
Them and their bodies.

She
lifted her chin up feeling her pussy and nipples tingle. She flexed her toes.
She was going to have another climax. She cried out, feeling her juices run
from her body as Ryan moaned close to her ear and then found his own release
which sent
a spreading
warmth through her pussy.

He
lay on top of her. She stroked the back of his head.

“Gracie
I’m not the right man for you.”

“And why ever not?”

“Because I once took a man’s life.
I’m a killer,
Gracie.
A murderer.”