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"It appears so, but she had help. It was just outside of town yesterday."

"Was anyone hurt?"

I shook my head. "Not this time."

"Then we must act in haste." Her words were so vehement, so strong.

"We?" I asked.

"You went to the brothel last night...after, well after. I don't think you can go snooping around again without raising suspicion."

I cut off a piece of steak and swiped it through my egg. "What are you suggesting?"

She scooted her chair closer to the table and leaned forward even more so she could speak so only I could hear. If she leaned forward any more her breasts would be in her breakfast plate.

"I will go in once again looking for a job." She glanced left and right to ensure no one overheard. "My nerves got the best of me last night and returning will only show I'm eager but fearful. It will be much more realistic."

"Realistic?" The idea of Piper becoming a whore, even just pretending to do so, made my food taste like sawdust. I put my fork down on my plate. "Realistic would be for you to stay out of this like a good girl."

"Do you just live like this, going from town to town searching for bad people?" she asked, eyeing me speculatively. "Is this what our marriage is going to be, hotels and hunting?"

I frowned. "No, of course not. I have a ranch, The Crossings. It's a few days ride from here. It was my plan to capture the men who did the robberies, killed those people from the train, take the reward money and be a rancher. It was my last job.
This
is to be my last job, finding Miss Carter."

She smiled. "I think I will enjoy being the wife of a rancher."

For some reason, the pleasure on her face, the satisfied tone of her voice settled something inside me. She wanted to go to The Crossings, wanted to live as a rancher's wife. She wanted what I wanted. Then she continued to speak and ruined it.

"The sooner we find this woman, the sooner you can leave the life of a bounty hunter behind. If I can already be in the brothel, you can choose me and we can search for her together."

While her idea had merit, I didn't like the idea of her being in a place such as that, with the off chance she might have to...service someone else, let alone being near a woman and potentially others, who were dangerous enough to rob stages and kill people.

"You're going to what, go to the back door, get this job and then deflect men's advances until I arrive?"

She nodded. "Yes!"

I leaned forward so our noses practically touched. "If I don't agree to this, you're going to show up there anyway, aren't you?"

"Do you have a choice?"

I leaned back in my chair and crossed my ankles. "Hell, yes. I can take you upstairs and tie you to the bed to keep you right where I want you. Safe and sound and naked."

Her eyes flared with desire at my words.

"We have all day, sweetheart, before the brothel opens for business. Whatever shall we do?"

She looked down at the table and I enjoyed seeing her innocence, pleased to know I hadn't taken it completely by the way I'd taken her. My cock hardened, thankfully hidden beneath the breakfast table. I shifted to a more comfortable position in my chair.

She'd sat a horse after losing her virginity and being well fucked and then I'd taken her roughly against the door. Surely her pussy needed a break.

"Sore, sweetheart?" I whispered.

She frowned at my question, and then her cheeks flushed. "A...a little," she replied.

"Come." I stood and held out my hand. I could spend the day tending to my wife. I ordered a bath as we walked past the front desk and once the tub and hot water was delivered, I undressed Piper myself and helped her into the steaming water. I didn't hesitate, but slipped a finger over her tender folds to assess how sore
a little
really was.

She winced slightly.

"Poor baby. The hot water will soothe all your aches away."

As I washed her hair, she sighed. "Why are you doing this? I thought you would spend the day arguing with me about my idea."

My hands paused in her soapy tresses. I
could
do that. I wanted to rail against the plan, but it had some merit. She didn't need to know that and while I had her naked in a tub, her nipples just above the surface of the hot water, I wasn't going to talk about it. "I'm tending to my wife," I said simply.

A smile tipped up the corner of her mouth. "You tended to me quite effectively last night."

"Mmm," I replied. "And I will tend to you again later."

"Really? I did not realize it could be done so often."

I took a glass and filled it with water from the tub. "Tilt your head back." I rinsed the soap from her hair as I spoke. "As many times as we want. When this is all over and we get to The Crossings, I may not let you out of bed for a week."

"A week? What can we do in a week? Haven't we done it all the possible ways?"

I rinsed her hair, and then refilled the glass. "You've learned only two of the ways so far."

"You mean gentle one time and rough another."

"Yes," I agreed. "Also, one time you were on your back, the next up against a wall. There are many ways to fuck, many levels of intensity."

"Will you show them all to me?"

"Show them?" I put the glass down. "We'll do them all. Together."

I didn't let Piper leave the room until the sun had set; I even had our meals delivered to us instead of making our way to the restaurant. There was nothing outside the four walls of the room that I desired, my focus being solely on my new wife. I knew that keeping the door closed kept all of our marital challenges at bay for having her beneath me, above me, all around me we were in complete accord.

I had not wanted a wife but had been forced to wed. Piper was married to the man who'd killed one of her brothers and brought her family to justice. She, too, had married under duress. But instead of considering these things, I'd taken her to bed and showed her ways to fuck while allowing her sore pussy to heal. While my cock certainly liked being deep inside her, it had been assuaged by a myriad other carnal activities.

When she stirred from a nap after I'd made her come by my tongue and gentle fingers, I agreed to her plan.

"You may go to the brothel." The words came out bitter and with much effort.

She sat up in bed so surprised she forgot to cover herself with the sheet. I groaned at the sight of her pert breasts.

"I have rules, however."

She nodded her head in agreement. I assumed she would agree to anything I had to say at the moment considering.

"You may not go into a room alone with any man but me. I don't care if you run out of there screaming."

"Yes, Wiley."

"You will not flaunt yourself at any time, to anyone."

"Flaunt myself?" she placed her hand on my chest and swirled her finger through the smattering of hair. I stilled her hand.

"You will see. Lastly, and most importantly, when I claim you, you will do whatever I say, do you understand?"

"Yes, Wiley."

I didn't like this, but I didn't have much choice. If I wanted to capture not only Miss Carter, but also her new cohorts in crime, I needed Piper's help. She could assist me in ways another man could not. I doubted anyone would imagine a woman infiltrating a brothel to capture a criminal had ever been done before. If Piper wasn't my wife, I'd have to consider this tactic to be smart.

Instead, I gritted my teeth the entire way to the brothel. We walked in silence in the warm night until we stopped just down the block. I pulled her in for a kiss before releasing her. She was warm and pliant and her scent swirled around us.

I should just skip finding Miss Carter and whisk Piper back to the ranch, leave all the danger behind. I loosened my grip and let her go. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do and as I watched her slip in through the back door, I knew I'd have to ensure her safety.

Walking around to the front of the establishment, I went in and ordered a whiskey, then waited. I'd be the first to claim her; there was no question.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER SIX

 

PIPER

 

This was the third time I walked in the backdoor of a brothel. It was getting easier each time, perhaps because I knew that Wiley was around...somewhere to protect me. Perhaps it was because I was much more bold and daring than I'd ever been in my life. I'd been so sheltered on the ranch. Even with my family off doing terrible crimes, I had remained unaware and safe. Now, I was very aware and possibly not safe. I had to do this for Wiley, to let him have the revenge he deserved and the closure he so desperately sought. Only then could we get on with our lives, settle into his ranch and just...be.

The cook stood in the same place before the stove and looked at me, again with no expression or surprise. "Back, are you?"

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am. I'm...I'm desperate."

She looked me over in an assessing way again, then nodded.

She went to a swinging door, pushed it open. "Regina!"

A moment later, a small woman with brown hair came into the room. She wore a corset so snug her breasts practically touched her chin. She had gaudy red lips and black kohl lined her eyes. "Got a new one for you. It'll be a busy night, so Sheila's too busy to talk to you now."

Sheila. My heart leapt at the sound of her name.

"You'll get a dollar a lay, an extra dollar for anything beyond a pussy fuck. You make that clear up front. Have any questions, Regina will help you tonight. Come sunrise, we'll get you all squared away."

She looked me over. "Have you eaten?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said again.

"Good. Regina, get her something to wear and get her out on the floor. You ever fucked before?"

The woman was brash and crude, but she was going to have me ready for my first customer quickly enough. She didn't seem like one to dawdle.

I felt my cheeks heat, but nodded.

"Not much, I would guess, and the men will see that. By the end of the night I'd guess you'll be innocent no longer."

She turned back to the stove and Regina led me upstairs. It was only when the woman held up a corset with frilly edges did the full impact of my situation settle upon me. I had to hope that Wiley was below.

An hour later, I walked into what I assumed was a parlor with Regina. While she'd been nice and helped me dress, she'd been fairly quiet. I hadn't wanted to press her with questions about Miss Carter for fear that she would think something amiss, but I just asked after if her employer was fair. She nodded her head but kept her lips pinched closed. Perhaps the silence was telling in itself.

As I entered the room, I felt exposed. If I tugged on the top of my corset, the petticoat would only ride higher up my legs. If I tugged the petticoat down, I was sure my breasts would pop free. There was nothing I could do but tolerate the indecency of the outfit. I thought of the night I was forced to wear just the sheet and it eased my concerns a bit. Of course, the result of that night was a hasty wedding. I could not fathom what this night would bring. As several men had their eyes, very keen and interested eyes, on me, I could now clearly see Wiley's concern. It was one thing for him to come into a brothel and talk with a woman. He could feign disinterest and leave. I, on the other hand, could not.

A tall, thin man with a mustache approached but was cut off by Wiley. I exhaled a pent up breath and attempted to hide my relief at the sight of him. The others were no comparison; Wiley was the handsomest man in the room. He was also the biggest and with an intent expression on his face unlike the others. He would have me and I could feel my pussy getting wet at the thought.

"Hello. Do you like peppermint?" he asked.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, frowning. I had not expected such an odd question.

"Hello, there. I'm Ruby. Aren't you a brawny one?" a woman said, wrapping her arm around Wiley's thick biceps.

I tried to keep a bland expression, but it was hard.

Ruby tilted her head in my direction. "She's new. Look at her, she's so new she doesn't know what she's doing."

Wiley made a rumbling sound deep in his chest. "Mmm, I like that. I can show her just what she needs to do."

Put out, Ruby replied, "If you come down a little later lacking satisfaction, you come see me, all right?"

"Yes, ma'am," Wiley replied dutifully.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes. Do you like peppermint?"

I was completely taken aback. "Yes. Yes, I like peppermint."

He pulled a stick from his shirt pocket and handed it to me.

I shook my head. "No, thank you."

"I insist." He held it out to me, his expression blank. I frowned, but took the preferred treat. "Tonight, I'd like to teach you something."

Wiley looked around the room and signaled to a burly man by the door. He nodded back and then Wiley escorted me upstairs. "Which room is yours?" he asked. His voice was loud, clear and a complete act.

I pointed down the hall. "This way."

I opened the door and let him precede me in. It was very similar to Ethel's room at the brothel in Banning except this bed was smaller.

Like in the hotel room, Wiley pressed me back against the closed door and began kissing along my neck. As he did so, he whispered, "I'm sure we are being watched. They will want to know of your abilities and whether to keep you."

I stiffened in his hold. Where would people be to observe us? I couldn't look around and search and give ourselves away.

"No, don't lose that stiff backbone now, sweetheart."

I angled my head to the side so he could have better access.

"I won't fuck you with an audience, and besides, you're too sore, but we'll have to give everyone a show. Will that make you hot, being watched?"

I moaned at the idea. Knowing Wiley was here to take care of me, I had to let go, to let him do his job.

I turned my head so I could kiss along his neck this time, my hands tangling in his hair. "Yes," I replied, my voice breathy. Anyone who was observing would think I liked his attentions, which was completely true. "A woman named Sheila runs the establishment."

"Good. I'll track her down. Later. First though, trust me, sweetheart," he murmured, before he stepped back. My skin was overheated and my nipples were tight.

"Where's that peppermint stick?" he asked.

I held it in my hand, forgotten.

"Suck it."

The candy's flavor was like sweet ice against my tongue. I'd had a peppermint stick before from the mercantile owner in Zenith, but that had been years earlier. It made my mouth water and my lips and tongue tingle.

Wiley sat down on the edge of the bed, toed off his shoes and began taking off his shirt as he spoke. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Piper," I replied.

"Well, Piper, how much is good cock suck?"

His crude words had me pausing, then I pushed away from the wall. "Oh, um. A dollar."

He pulled a coin from his pants and slapped it onto the table beside the bed.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked.

He knew the answer, but I knew this was all for show so I played along.

"No."

"But you're new."

"Yes."

"Ever had your pussy eaten out?"

I flushed at the image in my mind; Wiley's head between my thighs, his large hands holding me still as his thumbs parted my pussy lips and he licked me. Everywhere. He even nibbled and sucked on the bundle of nerves he called my clit. I heated all over just thinking about the pleasure he'd wrought from my body with just his tongue. I nodded.

"Ever sucked a cock before?"

"No," I replied.

"Good. I like knowing I'll be your first. I'm going to teach you how to suck my cock." He shucked his shirt to the floor and opened the front of his pants. "Pretend the candy's my cock. You're doing an excellent job at sucking on it. Take it out of your mouth and lick around the top. Good, like that."

He grasped his erect cock at the base in his fist, sliding it up and down in a slow motion. Clearly he had no concern about being observed. I decided I would forget about anyone else and concentrate solely on Wiley. It wasn't a hard task, for the sight mesmerized me, the way he worked himself and knowing what felt good, but my inner walls clenched down in anticipation of being filled by such a beast. I wanted him to fuck me, but not here. Not now.

"See how I'm running my fist up and down the base, take the candy into your mouth so it touches the back of your throat, then back out."

I did as he said, almost transfixed by his words. "The candy is much narrower than my cock, but it will give you an idea of what it feels like to have something nudge that far in your mouth."

When the hard stick touched the back of my throat, my eyes watered and I coughed, quickly pulling the candy out. "I...I can't," I sputtered.

"Shh," he crooned. "Take it in not quite as far. See how far you can go before you have to pull back. You're such a good girl, I could come just watching you."

I set a rhythm, learning how deep I could take the candy into my mouth before I instinctively wanted to expel it. I did it over and over, the tingly sweet taste coating my tongue.

"Good, now set the stick down and get on your knees." He spread his knees wider making room for me. When I settled between his legs, his cock was only inches from my mouth. The broad head was plum colored and fluid seeped from the tip.

"Lick it off, sweetheart."

I did, the taste of him merging with the flavor of the candy.

"Now lick around the head and take me deep. Just like that stick."

Flicking my tongue out, I circled the flared head, then opened wide so it could fit into my mouth. His skin was hot, yet soft against my tongue. Hard, yet velvety in texture. Taking him deeper, he filled me up, my mouth stretched unbelievably wide.

"The peppermint tingles my skin," he hissed as I felt his palm caress my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. With his hand still around the base, I began to move so he went in and out of my mouth, just as he'd directed with the candy. The treat had been hard and cool against my tongue but Wiley's cock warmed me and pulsed and grew within my mouth. I picked up his clean scent, the taste of him salty and sweet.

He reached and tugged down the front of my corset so my breasts sprang free. His hands raked over the nipples until they tightened. I moaned around his cock at the feel of his hands on me, but I didn't stop.

"You're so good at this, Piper. I'm going to come. You're making me come."

I felt him thicken as he groaned, his body tense and rigid as I felt pulse after pulse of his seed against my tongue, coating it. The hand in my hair tightened until finally, his emissions ceased and he pulled me off of him.

I tilted my chin up to see if he was pleased.

"Swallow, sweetheart." He stroked my chin with his thumb and I did just that, taking his seed into my body just as he would if he filled my pussy. The flushed cheeks and sated gleam in his eye, made me feel powerful. I'd done this to him and I reveled in it. Knowing I could reduce such a strong man to his basest of instincts was heady and very arousing. I squirmed where I knelt, feeling the wetness his pleasure had brought about.

Wiley exhaled loudly, then grinned. "Your turn, sweetheart."

"But...but you only paid for me to suck your cock."

There, I'd said the bold words, remembering our act, although my arousal was not pretend.

He picked me up from beneath my arms and tossed me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing. "I'm a gentleman when it comes to fucking. You might be a whore, but you have needs, don't you?"

"Oh yes," I sighed. I had needs and I wanted him to meet them so badly.

"You are wearing far too many clothes." He undid the ribbon of my petticoat and it fell to the floor. I stood before him naked except for a corset with my breasts exposed above the lacy edge. Wiley still remained in just his pants, but his cock thrust from the opening as if he hadn't just come.

"What do you plan to do?" I asked. The wicked gleam in his eye had me curious, not fearful. He might be dangerous or even hard in his role as bounty hunter, but as a husband, he was very attentive and extremely thorough. As a customer in a brothel, he was very hot.

He crawled up onto the bed with me like a predator hunting its prey. "I paid for a cock suck, but that doesn't mean I can't play. I've taken your mouth. Has anyone taken your ass?"

I frowned, confused. "I...I don't understand."

"Oh good. You have a virgin ass."

"Virgin ass?" I squeaked. "That will, I mean, I'm sure I should charge more money."

"I'm just going to play tonight. I'll have to come back and play some more. Would you like that?"

I looked up into his dark eyes and nodded.

"Then save that ass for me, for my cock, all right?" He pulled out another coin and placed it on the table. "There. Now I want to play." Wiley positioned himself between my legs, spreading them wide, then sliding his fingers up the insides of my thighs so that he touched my pussy, running over my slick folds. "So wet, sweetheart."

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