Shifter’s Baby (Alpha Fantasy Paranormal Billionaire Shifter BBW Romance) (27 page)

The next morning, Jed woke up with Jenny’s lips around his erection. He’d barely made it to full wakefulness when she levered herself up on top of him and put his cock at the entrance to her hips. She settled down on him with quiet gasps.

His hands found her breasts and held them. He wasn’t gentle. He pulled and twisted her little tips.

She said, "What are we going to do if I fall in love with you?"

His voice rumbled inside her. "See if I do the same thing and work with it."

She hadn't really had a chance to study the man attached to the end of the cock. He looked very good to her. He had a craggy face that looked like somebody cut it out of granite using only the heavy tools. His big shoulders, deep chest and hard, heavy arms gave him a menacing, competent look. Her hands wandered around his chest and down his corrugated belly. She said, in a very quiet voice, "I'm glad I got a good, hard man."

He said, "I like soft women so we both got what we wanted." He pulled her down and kissed her hard enough to hurt her neck and thrill her heart.

Jed breathed hard for a minute. He gave each of her soft mounds a squeeze and pulled her down again so her nose was within an inch of his. “I feel like wearing a buffalo hide and carrying a club. I took you last night. You’re my woman.” He added, “If it didn’t work, I’m going to do it again.”

“Good. That’s my cavewoman talking. Now, we’ve got to be civilized again. We might be bringing a new person into the world, and we just met.

“It’s more than that. We need each other now. More emotionally than physically.”

“I know. If I had to give you up now, I’d join a nunnery.”

"What are we going to do about it?"

"I don't know."

Jed came up with the practical solution. "Let's work together and see what happens. We'll take each other to bed when we need to and let our emotions sort themselves out. It's not going to be easy. My grandmother told me that a man and a woman don't know whether they're really in love until life has tested them."

“I can’t hear you. Your beautiful cock is distracting me.”

He held her pistoning hips in his hands and made them stop. He said, “We’ll go slower this time.”

“Is that what you’ve decided?”

“Yes. It’s what you need.”

“Good. Show me.” She waited while his hands showed her hips how fast to go.

He was right. The urgency was gone. They could move with each other in a soft, sweet rocking motion that didn’t push them toward orgasm.

Jed had time to find out how soft and full her breasts were and how she liked to have them touched. Jenny discovered how delighted she became when she closed her eyes and let her body speak to her. She loved his long, manly cock and the way it felt inside her. She adored his smell and the taste of him. She dropped on his chest and pulled him over on top of her. She murmured, “Make me feel small and taken care of.” She twisted around underneath him and curled her arms against her chest. Jed slid his arms under her chest and held her close. She sighed. Her eyes were half shut and mouth open. She whined and moaned as he penetrated all the way.

She built a temple to her orgasm. When it reached her heart, she cried out again and trembled. She shook everywhere; her arms and legs and hands, even her toes quivered. It ended in an explosion of sensation.

Jed had been holding back until he was gasping and jerking in nervous tension. Jenny held his butt in her hands and yanked him all the way inside. She drew her knees up to her chest to give him more penetration.

Her voice challenged him. “Are you going to do it to me again, fill me with your sperm? If I’m not with child already, this could do it. It could get me pregnant.”

He didn’t answer. He beat his body against hers. She waited, quietly and happily until he moaned and filled her hips with his semen. She gasped as she felt every pulse jump inside her.

They slowly ran down and rested together. Jed said something in her ear that touched her. He mumbled, through his fatigue, "I sure hope we fall in love. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

They stayed for another fifteen minutes in each other’s arms before they heard the girls talking outside their tent.

This started with an interview with Tim Silverman, the United States Marshal, in his office in Denver. Jenny came early and talked with Tim about nothing at all until a door opened and the sky darkened. The man standing in the doorway filled it the way a fat lady fills a cheap dress. He came within an inch of the six foot five inch opening and close to that on the sides.

She thought the width of his shoulders would make him turn sideways to come inside. Immediately, she wanted to touch him to see if those muscles were real. His deep chest bulged and his arms were bigger than most men's legs. On top of that, his eyes were disturbingly grey and his unruly hair brown as a chestnut stallion.

Jed Newbolt served with the United States Secret service for ten years. In all that time, he'd never had a partner. Marshal Silverman introduced him to a woman in her mid-twenties and cautiously mentioned the word 'partner'.

He couldn't put what he saw with what he wanted as a partner. She was delightfully feminine. She must have been five feet nine inches tall, good size for a woman in 1870, but she might be willowy, which would be trouble if she had to do any physical work. Her face distracted him. She had blue eyes and blonde hair.

He noticed she didn't dress the part of a rough, capable law enforcement officer. She wore the typical long dress of the period, starting at the ankle and ballooning up over her legs and hips and covering her upper body with stifling comprehensiveness.

Jed tried to find a decent way of declining the offer, but the boss wouldn't hear of it. Jenny knew about this reaction and she had the perfect answer. "Come with me, Mr. Newbolt. You need to see something." Without waiting for an answer, she walked out of the room.

Jed and Tim followed her out the back door. She paused and flipped two buttons on her skirt and whipped it off. Underneath, she wore tight black jeans. Jed looked at her hips with approval. She undid another button and the blousy bodice came off, showing a well-filled, low-cut top. She wore a Colt Single Action Army .45 pistol, standard issue for the United States Marshals.

The back of the office looked out on prairie and mountains and nothing else. She'd come out before her appointment with Tim Silverman and lined up eight tin cans on a log. Normal practical range for the Colt was fifty feet. She'd arranged the tin cans at seventy-five.

She made sure she had the attention of the two men then whipped out the single action pistol and fanned the hammer back six times in less than ten seconds. Six mammoth booms came out of the gun, usually considered far too powerful for a woman. Each time the gun thundered, a tin can flew off the log. After six shots, she jammed the gun in the holster and reached behind her neck with both hands. Thin throwing knives appeared in her hands. She flailed both arms and the last two cans sailed away.

She turned to the men and said, "I served with the San Francisco Police Department for five years before my appointment to the Marshal’s Office. I can wrestle men twice my size and play poker with anybody and win." She stood in front of Jed and said, "I won't slow you down. Count on it."

Jed accepted her after that demonstration. She would finish her assignment in Colorado City and join him.

They’d intended on meeting with their boss as soon as they got the girls on their way. It didn’t work out that way.

The riders sent by Abe Townsend came without warning. There were three them. Jed had just reached his gun when the first rider clubbed him down. When he woke up, Debbie and Marjorie were in hysterics. The riders had stolen Grace and Jenny.

Jed woke up five minutes later. Marjorie pointed to the west and screamed at him to save Grace and Jenny. A minute later, Jed was following three sets of tracks. They weren’t trying to hide them, which made him worry.

After a few miles, the tracks went through a patch of solid stone twenty feet wide. Jed jumped down from his horse when they came out the other side. He knelt by the three sets of hoof prints. Two of them were deeper because they carried two riders. That made sense. He kept staring at the third set without seeing what he was staring at. He shrugged his shoulders. It would come to him.

Grace sat on the running horse in front of a rough man with a three-day growth of beard. She bounced hard on the unforgiving leather saddle. After 40 minutes, they entered a thick pine forest and slowed to a walk.

The man grabbed her breasts. She yelped in anger. She tried to dislodge the hand and couldn't. She tried to bite the hand and couldn't reach it. The man laughed, and she cried in fear and shame.

He used both hands to rip her dress and camisole completely apart and down her arms to her waist then squeezed and pulled and ground her breasts against her rib cage. ''Amigo. Look at this woman. Not so bad, eh?" Grace slumped and tried to bring her arms around to hide herself. The man grabbed both elbows and pulled her back against his chest. Her breasts felt the hot sun and the other man's burning eyes at the same time. She gulped and wailed. He said, "She's gonna be good." He buried one hand in her groin, and she screamed in fright and pain. "Hey, Chiquita. You a virgin? I bet you are."

Jed followed the tracks and scratched the back of his neck. Whenever something he knew and hadn’t figured out meant he was going to die if he didn’t get a handle on it, the back of his neck itched.

The bullet caught his horse just behind the ear and sent him to the ground, straight down, as if his legs had just disappeared. Jed grabbed his long gun and his saddlebags and rolled away just as more bullets zipped over his head. They sounded like angry bees. He looked around. The sniper chose well. Jed couldn’t see either cover or concealment within fifty yards.

This was the thing that made his neck itch. The riders with Jenny and Grace hid a fourth horse near the place where the hoof-prints disappeared on the rocks. The lone rider slipped off his horse and ran to the fourth horse while the other two led his horse away. The hoof prints left by the third horse weren’t as deep as they had been before riding across the rocks. He hadn’t gotten the answer and had come damn near solving the great mystery.

Jenny felt the other man's hands under her skirts. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck. He had One-Eye and a bad, unkempt moustache. He had already grabbed, gripped, explored and twisted her breasts. His hand pulled up her skirts and dove into her underthings.

She felt his rough hand on her bare belly then cupping her mound. He pulled and she slid back against him. She closed her eyes as his hand found what it wanted. She groaned in desperation and looked to her side. She saw Grace and Grace's face and Grace's wide panic-filled eyes. She swallowed her fear and revulsion.

Jenny had to find a way to keep herself and Grace alive. Unraped would be nice, but she’d settle for alive. The men walked their horses down into s depression at least six feet deep in the flat prairie landscape. Jenny looked around. The depression sat in the middle of a grove of trees. Jenny shook her head. This was bad. Jed couldn’t see them. He’d ride right on by.

Each man had the same idea. They’d done this before. Both lifted the woman on their horse and threw them off. Jenny and Grace landed on their backs on the hard dirt. They were stunned and unable to move before One Eye and Three Day Growth were on them, between their legs and ripping their clothes off.

Jed worked the barrel of his Sharps repeating rifle under the horse’s neck. He could keep the mass of the horse’s body between him and the shooter. The Sharps produced excellent accuracy. Jed spent a month’s salary on a long telescopic sight. Looking through the scope gave him a set of cross hairs and a vision of his target. If he could find the shooter, he had an advantage. The Sharps hit targets up to a thousand yards away. He doubted his attacker had the same weapon he did.

After a few minutes of silence, he realized his attacker didn’t have to do anything. They wanted Jenny and him dead. He was miles away from water or food and his attacker could just wait.

His heart sank. He wouldn’t save Jenny or Grace after all.

One Eye had his cock in his hand and was aiming it at Jenny. She waited until she felt him at her opening then put both feet against his chest and pushed hard, throwing him five feet away on his back. She leapt on One-Eye, mouth open, teeth ready. He pulled a knife and put it next to her eye just as she was about to bite his cock off. She froze. He grunted, "Over." She carefully rolled on her back.

The scuffle distracted Three-Day-Growth. He looked at the knife and Jenny's face and laughed. Grace rolled and crawled away from him. She'd made it as far as Jenny's side before he grabbed her foot. "Don't leave, Chiquita. Fun's just started."

Grace clawed at the ground and kicked at Three-Day-Growth. She connected with one foot on his nose.

He touched the thin line of blood coming out. "Nice time is over."

Jed needed just one piece of luck. He needed his man to be greedy so he wouldn’t ride off. He wanted him to look forward to pillaging Jed’s body and riding quickly to the spot where his buddies were raping Jenny and Grace. Apparently he didn’t mind sloppy thirds.

He scanned the general area where the shots came from for any movement.

He stopped holding his breath. The man was everything Jed wanted him to be. He was still in place, waiting to see if Jed survived the fall.

Jed settled the cross hairs on the man’s forehead and squeezed the trigger.

Three-Day-Growth flipped her on her side and punched her behind the ear. She stopped fighting and moaned. He pushed her onto her belly. Her eyes wouldn't focus. She got her knees under her and tried to crawl away again. Three-Day-Growth put both hands on her hips and pushed down hard. Her legs spread out to the side, knees bent and scraping painfully along the ground.

Jenny couldn't move her head. The knife shook a quarter inch away from her eyeball. One-Eye slowly pushed her skirt up again. He said, "No more foolin'''

Grace raised her face out of the dirt. She strained her head around and saw Three-Day-Growth open his pants and bring out a cock three inches wide and nine inches long. It looked as big as a redwood log to her.

He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it. "I said you get the best"

One Eye fumbled around in Jenny's pubic hair. He found her vagina and put a finger in up to the knuckle. "You feel pretty good." She winced at his sharp nails and rough calluses. He took his finger out and stuck it in his mouth. "You taste pretty good." He stuck two fingers in and worked the fingers in and out three times then stopped with his fingers deep inside her. He said, "I get something else before I fuck you."

Three Day-Growth stroked himself as Grace watched. He glanced at her eyes and his cock. A drop of dirty white liquid formed at the tip. He touched it, dug his other hand in her hair to keep her head still and put it on her cheek. She cringed. "This is what I gonna leave inside you. You get a baby from this. I know. I touch my belt, a woman gets a big belly." He stroked himself three more times. "No more talk. We fuck now."

“Take it in your mouth." One-Eye held the knife steady. He knelt with one leg on each side of Jenny's chest, supporting himself with a hand on the ground over her head. His cock drooped from his body within an inch of Jenny's clenched teeth and tight lips. "Open or I poke eye out." Jenny opened her mouth. He dropped his cock in until she gagged.

The noise from Jed’s shot was still echoing through the air when he arrived at the dead attackers body; and more important, his horse. He hoped it would survive the all-out sprint to find Jenny and Grace.

The wind streamed past his face as he pushed the horse across the prairie. The kidnappers put too much faith in their ambush plan. Their tracks were easy to follow.

Three Day-Growth leaned back to look at Grace's opening. He kept his hold in her hair, jerking her head back almost against her backbone. "I no have virgin in years. Maybe you too small for me. Maybe, I split you open like melon. Maybe you can't have other men after me cause that part of you don't work no more." He let go of her hair and lifted her pelvis off the ground. He clutched his cock with one hand and rubbed it on her vaginal opening and the surrounding tissues. "Chiquita, you getting ready?" He stuck the tip in her.

When Grace felt Three-Day-Growths cock enter her, she flattened away from him onto the ground, her nipples scraping against the rough dirt. She saw Jenny only three feet away sucking on One-Eye's cock and One Eye’s knife close to Jenny's face.

One-Eye backed out until Jenny didn't gag and said, "Suck." Her cheeks hollowed. The knife didn't move. He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, going very deep. Jenny kept gagging on the taste of One Eye’s cock. Suddenly, One-Eye’s cock was gone. One-Eye shivered. The knife didn't move. "It don't end here. Not in your mouth. You gonna feel me in your belly."

Three-Day-Growth wanted Grace up. He stuck his thumb in her vagina and his fingers under her mound and hauled her hips off the ground. Her pelvis stuck in the air like a camel's hump. Her backbone blazed in pain.

"You stay there, Chiquita. You got to be where I want you." He leaned forward again with his angry red cock in his right hand.

One-Eye said, "Open your legs. No tricks."

Jenny flopped her legs open. Slowly, One-Eye crawled between her legs. "Put me inside you." Jenny wrapped her hand around One-Eye's hard cock. He shifted forward. She couldn't see anything but the knife threatening her eye. She aimed his cock at her vagina and set her jaw. The head of his cock, wet from her mouth, pushed inside her opening an inch.

Three-Day-Growth said to himself and to Grace, "Now, it's gonna happen." Once again, he touched her vagina with his cock.

She flinched again, but couldn't move. She was completely helpless. Dirt stuck to her tear-wet face. She sobbed, "Please. Don't do this. No. Please."

Three-Day-Growth leaned forward

Three-Day-Growth said, "Chiquita. This is gonna happen to you. You can't stop it. Relax. You might even enjoy it." He pushed forward and met resistance. "You tight, little girl."

Jenny slapped the ground close the Grace with her other hand.

"Hold on to me, Grace."

Grace held Jenny's hand tightly. Dirt rubbed between their fingers.

Jenny said, "Grace. Listen to me. He's only going to do this to your body. Not you. Remember that."

Three-Day-Growth laughed. "That's funny. Believe me, Chiquita, you gonna feel me fuck you. You gonna feel it a lot."

Jenny felt One-Eye's cock spread her entrance slightly. She trembled with fear and revulsion. Grace squeezed her hand.

Three-Day-Growth was less than an inch and a few seconds away from winning. He knew it. Grace couldn't move. His cock had widened her opening enough to let the head in. "Hey Pancho, let's fuck these whores at the same time."

"Yeah. They holding hands. They both feel each other get stuck."

"I count three." He leaned down so Grace could see him. "Finally, Chiquita. You gonna get a real man." He straightened up and gripped Grace's hipbones so tight the skin under his fingers turned dead white. He leaned forward with his upper body, ready to lever his cock into Grace in one, brutal thrust. Grace braced herself.

He said, "One. Two."

He paused, drawing out the terror. "Three."

A bullet from a Colt .44 pistol entered Three-Day right in the middle of his chest. Two more bullets buried themselves in his chest and his left eye. He fell backwards, his still erect cock sticking straight up like a thick, red flagpole.

Jenny jerked her head out from under the knife. One-Eye rolled off her and grabbed his gun. Two bullets ripped into him. The first blew his dick and balls off and the second splattered the top of his head against the dirt in back of him.