Promises Linger (Promise Series) (32 page)

Shameless whinnied to Willoughby who nickered back. Elizabeth stirred in his arms.

“Welcome back,” he said.

“I’m sorry.” She yawned, and pushed her hair back from her face. “I fell asleep.”

He could tell from the way she fussed with her hair and clothes, she was embarrassed. “No problem.”

She tried to sit up. The coat jerked her back against his chest. She sat there a minute, not sure what to do. To help her into acceptance, he hitched her back against him with the arm around her waist. She wasn’t going anywhere.

That prompted another second of stillness as she registered the state of his arousal. After a heartbeat, she relaxed infinitesimally against him. “How did it go at the bank?”

“Fair enough.”

From all her squirming, he guessed she was trying to twist around to see his face. “What do you mean, fair enough?”

He shrugged. “You know the Rocking C is in a pickle.”

“Yes.”

“Well, it’s going to take time to get the pickle out of the barrel.” A lot of time.

“But everything’s all right?”

“I’ve got it under control.” That wasn’t an outright lie. With his life savings, he’d managed to buy a month’s extension on the note. If he made the railroad beef contract, they’d be fine. If he didn’t…well, that was a line of thought he wasn’t pursuing.

Her struggles continued. He sighed, unbuttoned the coat, and lifted her up. She didn’t seem to get the hint. “Swing your leg over.”

“Oh.” She did as he instructed, wiggling and shifting until she was straddling his lap, facing him. As soon as she was settled, she all but dove back into his coat. She landed against his chest with a little sigh. He buttoned her in.

“I forget you’re so strong.”

“You’d best remember that next time you feel like getting sassy.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Just a little friendly warning.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was a smile in her voice. He looked down. Her green eyes were shadowed. Impenetrable. “You got something to say?”

“You’re not going to provoke me,” she informed him.

“Who says I was trying?”

“I do, but—” She wiggled a hand up between them and touched the corner of his mouth. “This crease right here tells me you’re smiling, which means you’re not serious.”

He resisted the urge to nip her finger. “Can’t rightly see the sense of a man provoking his wife for no good reason.”

“I know.” She shook her head. Her gaze dropped from his. “It doesn’t make sense, which is why I’ve been trying to figure out the why of it.”

“Could be you think too much and there’s nothing more to it than I’m the ornery sort.”

Another snort, this time stronger, indicated she wasn’t buying that line. The finger she wagged under his chin stirred a little breeze. “I will figure you out.”

“That a threat?”

Her hand retreated into the warm cocoon of his coat. “No,” she sounded content. “More of a warning.”

He smiled. The woman did like a challenge. “I’ll take note.”

He wrapped the reigns around the saddle horn. Elizabeth looked at him askance as he slid his hands inside the side slits of the duster.

“My hands are cold,” he explained.

His fingers climbed the ladder of buttons on the front of her shirt. When he reached the top, he started working backward, slipping buttons from their holes as he went.

“And my cock is hard,” he added as he undid the fifth one.

She didn’t move. He wasn’t sure if she was horrified or intrigued until he felt her little hands working the buttons on his fly.

“We can’t have that,” she murmured as she freed him from his pants.

Her hard nipples grazed the side of his hand as he spread her shirt. She gasped at the slight contact.

“Sore?” he asked, rubbing them with his thumbs through her camisole.

She shook her head. “Sensitive.”

“How sensitive?” He scraped one with his thumbnail. She jerked against him, her grip on his cock tightening to near pain. The move left her listing slightly to one side. He repeated the move on the other nipple, purely in the interest of straightening her up.

“Very, very sensitive,” she gasped as she lurched against him.

He noticed she didn’t pull away.

“Good.” He bent down until his lips rested near her ear. “And how about your pussy? Is that sensitive too?”

She pressed her head against his chest. Her answer was just a breath of sound.

“Yes.”

“I came in you twice today. Buried my cock deep in your sweet pussy and pumped you full of my seed.”

“I could feel it.”

“When?”

“All day.”

“Did you stay wet?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

This time, there was a pause. “Yes and no.”

He squeezed her nipples, keeping the pressure steady, knowing she liked it, from the way she threw her head back and pumped his cock. “Explain.”

“I liked the way I felt, knowing what we’d done, but every time it leaked out…”

He pinched sharply. “It?”

She squirmed and gasped, “Your seed. Every time your seed leaked out, I would ache.”

“Where?”

She hesitated and he pinched again. “My clit. My clit would ache.”

“You wanted me to fuck you again.”

“Yes.”

He began the milking motion she liked, drawing her nipple up and out before sliding back to start anew.

“You wanted my cock coming hard and high in your pussy, and you couldn’t have what you wanted because we were in public.”

She ground her forehead against his chest while her hands frantically jacked off his cock. “Yes.”

He released her nipples, ignoring her moue of protest. “I’ll have to check this out.”

He gathered her skirt up around her waist. Her pantaloons were in the way, so he simply grabbed and tore. The cotton ripped in two. He angled his hand so his fingers could graze the top of her pussy.

“No lie, your little clit is all hard and hungry. Wet.”

He traced the throbbing head with his finger, gathering the moisture there. He brought his hand up in front of her face. “Is this my come that’s got you all excited?”

She looked at him helplessly. “I don’t know.”

“Open your mouth.”

She did, taking his finger inside, licking it clean.

“Well?”

“Yes. That’s your come.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“In my pussy. Please.”

“How much?”

“Until I can’t take anymore.”

He smiled. “Good answer.” He moved his hand to the small of her back. “Tilt back and put your legs around my waist.”

Shock had her gaze flying to his. “On horseback?”

“Oh, yeah”

She teetered as she got her legs around his hips. He caught a hand under her left hip and held her steady.

“You’re going to have to get used to that. “

“What?”

“No control.” He sank his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttock.

“Why?” She didn’t look upset by the possibility. Just curious.

“Because for the next hour, you’re not going to have any.” He lifted her hips, and aligned his cock with the opening to her pussy. He let her drop, catching her hands in his to prevent her mitigating his possession. Her flesh grabbed and pulled at his cock as he forged a path deep into her hot pussy.

She groaned and threw her head back. Her torso jerked. Her teeth sank into her lip. Her pussy accepted another inch. He pulled her hands behind her back, anchoring them with one of his as he kneed Shameless into a trot.

Shameless had a canter as smooth as butter, but his trot could jar the teeth from his rider. A fact Asa intended to take full advantage of.

The first lurch had Elizabeth landing against his chest. Her eyes flew wide on the second as she bounced on his cock, and he slammed home. Her small scream was a mixture of high pleasure and uncertainty.

“That’s right,” he groaned as her pussy grabbed at his cock, the muscles clenching and releasing as they struggled to adjust. Another jarring step and she bounced up, the dragging pull of her tissues along his sensitive length as she was wrenched off the thick stalk of his cock had a firestorm of sensation burning through his groin. When she sheathed him again, coming down hard on his thighs, it was only a minor relief. He needed more. On Shamless’ next step, he lifted her with the motion of the horse, and then released her. She came down hard, his cock driving up into her wet flesh in a ruthless pursuit of pleasure.
 
His groan covered her gasp as her pussy slammed against his thighs.

Her gaze flew to his as he arched his hips up to press higher, deeper. Understanding showed in her eyes as the base of his cock spread her impossibly wide. “You’ll ride my cock as I ride Shameless. We’re not going to stop until I’ve come twice. Maybe more. And you’re going to take every inch I give you, no matter how hard, no matter how deep.”

“God, yes!” she sighed, tightening her thighs around his hips.

He tightened his knees on Shameless, picking up his pace. At the same time, he tightened his spine, fighting Shameless’ movement rather than flowing with it. Elizabeth bounced like a rag doll in his lap, her pleasured moans a continuous accompaniment to the wet slap of their bodies slamming together. She was tight, her grip on his cock merciless, the rhythm set by Shameless, erratic and furious, and the resulting friction created a mindless need for completion.
 
He came within minutes, wedged to the hilt in her grasping channel.

He pulled Shameless to a stop and pumped her full. His fingers clenched on her buttocks, pulling her harder against him, his hips jerking under her as spurt after spurt of his seed boiled out of his balls to fill her hungry cunt. Her head fell against his chest. With each splash of come in her pussy, she moaned, her inner muscles clenched, and she twisted against his restraining grip.
 
Come spilled out from between her thighs, seeping through his denims. Her hips rocked on his. Her pleas for release bled into what had been mindless gasps. She struggled to get her hands free, but he shook his head.

“Oh no.” He kneed Shameless back into a walk. “You get off like this or you don’t get off at all.”

“Please Asa. I need…”

He knew what she needed. She wanted his teeth on her breasts, her clit, because she thought that was the only way she could find pleasure. By the end of this ride, she’d find out differently.

“All you need is my cock in your pussy.”

He kicked Shameless. The horse surged forward, throwing Elizabeth forward and back. Caught off guard, she didn’t have time to tighten her thighs. Her pubic bone slammed against his as she took so much of him, he thought she’d swallowed his balls. Her scream was one of relief and then frustration as Shameless set into his bone jarring, erratic trot.

He didn’t plan to offer her relief. He was still hard, and this was a long time fantasy with him. He stiffened his body again and enjoyed the hot glide of her pussy up and down his cock for the next two miles. Elizabeth’s face was red and sweating. Her eyes wild as she fought his hold. He knew she loved the bite of pain with her pleasure, that it set her off. He knew the pounding her pussy was taking had her on the edge, but she needed something more to get off. He could feel another orgasm building. She held him too tightly for him to last forever. He decided to take pity on her.

He slid his free hand under her hips. Her juices spilled over his hand, moistening it. As she bounced up, he aligned his thumb with her anus and pressed. Her eyes flew wide as the muscles began to give. If she could, he knew she would have fought the strangeness of the invasion, but he didn’t give her the opportunity. As her body came down, as his cock speared through her hungry pussy, he pushed hard. His thumb popped through the tight ring into the silken depths of her ass.

“Oh! Oh!” she gasped, her eyes flew wide with distress, shock.
 
Her thighs clenched on his waist. Her hips twisted. He pulled her down, not letting her dislodge him from that sweet, dark channel. He kept his thumb buried as she bounced up again, letting her get used to the feel, for her muscles to adjust to his width.

He could feel his cock driving into her vagina as she rode Shameless’ rhythm. He imagined he could see his thumb possessing her ass. He leaned back, silently ordering Shameless to stop. Willoughby pulled up alongside, with a snort and a shake of his head.

“Okay?” Asa asked as Elizabeth came to a shuddering rest against his chest.

Her nod was frantic. Her fingers dug so deeply into his side, he could feel her nails bite into his skin through his shirt.
 
She squirmed on his cock and finger. He stroked the smooth length of his cock through the tightly stretched membrane separating her ass from her vagina. Her moan echoed his. God, she was perfect.

“I’m going to have Shameless trot again, and I want you to keep your ass loose and ready,” he whispered darkly in her ear, his voice reduced to a hoarse growl with the effort it took to speak through the lust tearing at his control, “because every time you come down, I’m going to be stuffing your ass as full as I can.”