Lone Wolf Justice (3 page)

Had he not been dead? Diana cautiously stepped away from Burton. “I see.” She stared at Justice, only then noticing that he was naked, his body bronzed and muscular, red gashes over his hair-covered torso, blood covering his face. “Hold still.” After removing her gloves, she ripped a strip of clean pink silk off the bottom of her skirt. “You’re bleeding.” She dabbed at his wounds, his chest heaving under her fingertips. “But you’re healing quickly, too quickly.” She stared at him in wonder, the tears in his skin pulling together.

“Wolf,” Justice mumbled, his gaze shifting away from hers.

“I noticed.” She gave him a shy smile as she cleaned him. “I dreamed of you in wolf form also.”

“Were ya afeared?” He shuffled his bare feet.

“Sometimes, especially when you chased me, but most often I felt other emotions.” All of her dreams had been very sexual. “Once you were not quite a wolf and not quite a human. Your arms were longer and hairy.” She ran her hands over his biceps, marveling at his muscles. “You had claws and a tail, but you walked upright, not that you were walking. You were…” She paused, her face heating.

“I was?” he prompted.

“You were fucking me,” she whispered, borrowing the crude word Burton had used. Justice’s cock, a part of his body she was very much aware of, hardened, pointed out from his groin toward her, tempting her to touch him, to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft, and pump until he squirted hot cum. Her dirty talk aroused him, and as it made her own pussy clench, she continued with it. “You were larger, so big that I felt you here.” She touched her lower abdomen. “And you growled as you fucked me hard and wild and savagely.”

“You wouldn’t a been liking that, you being a lady and all.” His voice was husky.

“But I did,” she admitted, risking his judgment. She wouldn’t build their relationship upon a base of lies. “Your fucking excited me, and I wanted it even harder, and wilder, but then…”

“Then?” A musk originated from him -- one she’d associated in her dreams with fucking.

“Then I woke up.” She frowned. “I always wake up during the good parts.” She never came in her dreams. “It is very frustrating.”

“Yeah, that would be.” The corners of his mouth quirked upward into a semblance of a smile, shaving years off his face. “Then what’d ya do?” Justice tucked a curl behind her ear, his coarse fingertips brushing her skin, the scent of gunpowder layering on top of the musk.

“Are you asking me if I… ahhh… pleasured myself?” She’d never talked about any of this with anyone, not even her closest female friends, and she should be shocked and appalled, not titillated.

“Yeah.” Justice wrapped a strand of her hair around his index finger, gently pulling her closer to him, his cock pressing against her fluttering stomach.

Diana wished her clothes didn’t divide them, as she longed to feel his hot skin against hers. “I did.” With that confession, he’d know she wasn’t truly a lady, because her momma always told her that ladies didn’t touch their bodies except to cleanse and to groom. “I touched myself here.” She cupped her mound through her skirts, the back of her hand brushing against him. “I grabbed and squeezed, grabbed and squeezed, and it felt good, but it wasn’t enough.”

“No?” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“No, so I poked my pussy with my fingers, working my body the way your cock did in my dreams.” Removing her hand, she wiggled against him, that longing returning. “Everything got so tight and tense, and then I burst, my pussy gushing cream.”

“Oh gawd, Di. I’m wanting ya so bad.” Justice lowered his head, capturing her lips with his, grinding against her mouth as his cock ground against her stomach. She moaned, and he plunged inside her, his tongue stroking, caressing, tumbling with hers. She clutched his naked shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin, marking him with her passion. She wanted him there, at that moment, up against the building, in the public lane with the dead man at their feet, because she had waited for years to find him, for his touch, and she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Justice broke from her, not having her lack of inhibitions or feeling her all-consuming lust, she didn’t know which. “Not here.” He slung his gun belt over his shoulder, swinging her into his arms easily, her skirt draping over his hard cock, and she clung to his neck, resting her cheek in the hollow of his shoulder. He was strong and honorable, and she wouldn’t let him go until he made her his.

* * *

Folks stared at them as they exited that cursed lane, not due to his bare ass showing -- with him being a wolf, nakedness was part of who he was -- but because of the curvy beauty in his arms.

Every single man and some of the married ones wanted her, and Burton would be the first of many challenges he faced. If Justice was a smart man, he’d put her on the next stagecoach heading east and forget about her, but Justice had never fancied himself a smart man, holding no truck with any high-falutin’ book learning. He had a fast gun hand, vicious wolf fighting skills, and the ability to protect what was his. Di was his, and he was keeping her, even if it took a shootout a day to do so.

Justice kicked open the jailhouse door, and his deputy jumped to attention, his drooping eyes bleary with sleep. “Donner, there’s a dead Burton in the lane. Tend to it, and take yer time.” His lovin’ on Di would be quick -- all that dirty talk of hers winding him up something painful -- but he didn’t want no interruptions. Di was a lady, not a fifty cent fancy woman, and ladies needed privacy for their lovin’, so he had been told, having never exchanged more than five words with one afore meeting his Di.

“Yes, sir.” Donner’s red face said he understood good and proper what Justice planned to do, and since his deputy was the biggest windbag their side of the Mississippi, the whole damn town would soon know too. That suited Justice just fine, as it made his claim on his wife one no man could dispute.

The jailhouse grew quiet once Donner left, and Justice reluctantly lowered Di to her feet, clad in those dainty little boots. They weren’t no good for riding or walking or doing anything normal folks did, but they sure looked purty.

“Donner is your helper?” Di looked up at him, her blue eyes big.

He laid his gun belt on the desk, within arm’s reach. “He’s my deputy, yeah, Miss Di.” He supposed he should have introduced her to Donner. All he’d been thinking about was his cock and Di’s sweet-smelling pussy. Justice looked her outfit over, pondering how to remove it. Burton, that animal, had ripped the front, exposing her soft, pink flesh, and Justice was no better, hankering to shred the fabric to pieces. “About back there…” He tilted his head toward the lane.

“You saved me. I knew you would.” She peered at him, all misty-eyed as though he were a hero or whatnot. He did nothing ’cept protect what was his. “You felt my fear through the connection between us, didn’t you? That’s why you came for me.”

The emotion Justice had felt was blazing fury, and they didn’t have any mysterious connection. Billy had told him what all was happening, the youngster having followed Di from place to place like some motherless puppy. “‘Bout the fighting…” He prided himself on not losing his temper, but when Burton manhandled his woman, he had, and that wasn’t right.

“You were magnificent.” Her hands waved circles in the air. “He was bigger, but you were so fast.” She touched his chest, sending ripples of pleasure over his skin. “And it was very… stimulating.” Her silk skirt brushed against his painfully hard cock.

Justice gritted his teeth to keep from coming then and there. “Miss Di, I need…” He needed her to stop touching him, or to bury himself inside her. He wasn’t caring which.

“I do too.” She released a breath he didn’t know she had been holding, her generous chest jiggling, threatening to break free of what was left of her bodice. “So much. Back there --” She repeated his phrasing. She listened to his yammering, his Di did. “I wanted you to lift up my skirt, and fuck me against the building.”

Holy Hell, her dirty words spoken in that crisp, proper voice made his thinking head south. She turned around in the small space, facing the empty jail cell. “When you didn’t fuck me, I thought you didn’t want me.” She bent over, holding onto the bars, wiggling that plump ass in the air.

“Gawd, Di, don’t ya ever be thinking that. I want ya so dang bad, I’m just about ready to burst.” He gathered up her layers of skirt, the delicate undergarments with the tiny bows and lace ruffles reminding him who she was. “You’re a lady, and you’ll be wanting --”

“Your cock in my pussy, now.” She squirmed some more, taunting Justice unbearably. “I want it rough and hard and fast, like the dream I told you about.”

There was no way he’d fuck her the first time in partial wolf form, but if she wanting their fucking now, it would be rough. Justice wasn’t able to manage gentle.

She gasped as he ripped down her pure white drawers, revealing pink ass cheeks with an intriguing valley in between. He journeyed through that valley with his finger, crossing a puckered hole he’d return to explore later, reaching a pool of moisture. “Criminy, Di, you’re wet.” She hadn’t fibbed about wanting him, a half-breed, no-account lawman.

“Is that good?” She pushed back against his finger, taking him up to his knuckle.

“Yeah.” She was tight too, her pussy muscles closing around him as he pumped her. Gawd, to have that velvet hold around his cock would be like that paradise the preacher man promised folks.

Di made sexy little noises, not quite pants, not quite moans, and he added a finger, stretching her more. He heard tell the first time hurt for womenfolk, and that rumination near made his cock shrink, except all the while he finger-fucked her, she begged him for more, for his big, thick cock, and it would take a stronger man than he was to deny what they both wanted.

“You sure?” he asked, probing her juicy slit with his cockhead, testing the fit. “We should do this in our bed back at the house.” Before meeting Di, he’d reckoned ladies fucked in their beds in the dark fully clothed, which sounded like no damn fun at all.

“Justice, please, fuck me now.” She reared against him like an unbroke filly, trying to control the fucking, her knuckles white around the bars.

Justice needed no more urging, his beast driving him to claim her. He pulled back, grasping her hips with both hands, and thrust. A scream tore from her purty lips, and he froze, his cock lodged deep inside her pussy, her fitting him as snug as a leather glove after a rain. His beast howled with satisfaction, having pinned his mate under him, but the man in him was horrified. “Di? Did I hurt you?” That was a damn fool question. The scream hadn’t been for no reason. He sniffed and smelled blood. He had done ripped his ladywife to pieces.

“I’m… I’m fine.” She didn’t sound fine, her voice thin and watery-like.

If she cried, he’d be taking a silver bullet to the noggin’, courtesy of his own hand. Justice studied the curve of her cheeks, not a teardrop staining them. His Di was a rare one, purty as the morning sky, and as tough as the land the sun shone on. “That’s enough fucking for one day.” He withdrew slightly, his cockhead brushing against her pussy walls.

“No! Wait! Give me a moment.” Her plump mouth strained around the words.

Justice stilled, his teeth grinding, pondering what all should be done, not having fucked an untried pussy afore now, and although he liked being the first -- his chest puffed up with pride at that thought -- he didn’t like causing his Di no pain. “Di…”

“I’m better now.” She was back to the prim and proper Di he hankered after, and the floor stopped reeling under his feet. “Please continue with your fucking, as I know there’s more, much more.”

She knew ’cause of those damn erotic dreams, and the lover he had been in them. Those were big boots she had dreamed up, and Justice was determined to fill them. “Hmmm…” He’d fuck her slowly, allowing her to adjust to him. Justice pulled out and pushed back in, his rhythm a gentle, leisurely slide of cock inside pussy. She loosened, but not enough, her tight fit pushing him closer and closer to coming.

He didn’t want to come yet, hoping to show her some pleasure so she might consider fucking him again, though if she didn’t, he wasn’t arguing, as this one fuck was more than his no-good ass deserved. Justice rode her, angling his seat in her so he rubbed against her clit, and she began to buck under him like a mustang stallion in the springtime, causing Justice to plumb forget about taking ’er slow and easy.

With his wolf echoing her cries of
harder, faster
, Justice rammed into his ladywife again and again, until she pressed up against the jail cell bars, her big breasts swaying, her plump ass pushing back on him, her hips tilting to take every inch of him into her newly broke pussy. She gripped him so closely, her body squeezing and releasing his cock with each thrust, and she smelled so good -- of flowers and freshness and everything good and right -- Justice’s balls drew up hard against his body, begging for release.

“Gawd, Di.” He couldn’t hold off much longer. A trickle of sweat dripped down from his brow, and his heart pumped like a overworked well.

“Justice, I need… touch…” She was dang close too, her pussy winding tight around his cock.

She needed touching, so Justice reached around, threading his fingers through her curly private hair, and found her clit. He lunged into her balls-deep, while brushing that pleasure button, and she screamed, this time in passion, her pussy clamping down on him, causing cum to shoot out his cock as strong and as true as a bullet out of a peacemaker.

All tuckered out from the fighting and the lovin’, Justice rested for a spell on his trembling wife, his body bent over hers, his cock remaining inside her pussy, his cheek caressed by the silk of her pink dress. “Di, you all right?” He didn’t know what he’d do if she said no.

“More than all right.” She made a mewling, satisfied noise like a baby kitten with a belly full of milk. “I love you, Justice.”

She loved him. Those were words Justice hadn’t heard since his ma and pa were shot full of lead by a lynch mob of half-breed haters, and hearing them now from Di’s purty lips made his eyes burn something fierce. He couldn’t say nothin’ ’cause his mind wasn’t on speaking terms with his mouth, all his thinking on her loving him. His Di loved him.