The Runaway (6 page)

Carson led her back inside, started the fire, then left again to fetch the vegetables. When he returned he browned the meat and produce together in an iron skillet, then dumped it all into the pot to make a stew. When he sat back to let it cook, Delilah tried to talk to him again.

“I need to be moving on soon,” she said.

“Can’t,” Carson told her, “least not with that foot.”

She wondered if she should tell him about the Colonel. If he really didn’t understand she had runaway, then she was probably safer not telling him.

“You could let me ride your burro,” she said.

Carson shook his head. “Can’t,” he repeated. “I need him.”

Delilah struggled to keep her face calm. Carson didn’t appear to understand what she was suggesting. Did she really want to be more direct? It would be safer for her if he would come along to protect her and deal with the white men in their path, but would he be willing to do that? And was she willing to give him all the benefits of a woman’s company that a man might expect if she asked him to accompany her?

She just didn’t know.

Chapter Fifteen

Convincing Carson

Delilah woke in a cold sweat, stifling the screams sparked by another nightmare. She knew what she had to do! Whatever else happened, she wasn’t going to let the Colonel get hold of her again.

Hobbling on her injured foot, she crossed the tiny room and stoked the little fire back to life. She’d start by making Carson breakfast—heating the remnants of last night’s stew to feed the hunger in his belly. Then she’d offer to comfort his lonely heart—hoping her body could persuade him where her words could not.

When she finished readying breakfast, Delilah poured it into Carson’s single bowl, picked up his spoon, and left the house for the barn. The sun peeked above the horizon sharing a pink glow that was all too merry for her mood. She limped her way across the yard and paused before the barn door.

Could she really do this?

The thought of Carson touching her both terrified and excited her.

She heaved open the door. Carson was already on his feet, tending to his burro. He turned to blink at her in the early morning light.

“I brought you some breakfast,” she told him.

Delilah steeled her nerve, pulled the door shut behind her and walked over to him. “I thought you’d be hungry.”

Carson didn’t move. His eyes locked on hers as if he knew beyond a doubt that her visit wasn’t about breakfast, but couldn’t quite be certain what she really wanted. His eyes flickered toward the burro and back to hers.

Delilah closed her eyes. How could she be so stupid? He thought she wanted his damn animal—which she did, of course—but that wasn’t why she’d made him breakfast this morning.

She set the bowl down on an upended bucket then plucked up her nerve to take his hand in both of hers. “Mr. Carson,” she said, “I thought maybe you’d go with me when I leave here.”

She moved his hand to her left breast, shuddering just a little when he touched her.

Carson still didn’t move. His fingers didn’t close on her breast. He didn’t pull her against him. He didn’t try to kiss her.

“This is my home,” he said. “You’re welcome to stay.”

He really didn’t understand, she realized. Somehow that made him more attractive to her. He wasn’t thinking of her as a slave, but as a woman.

She took a step closer to him. His hand accommodated her movement by cupping her breast, but he still didn’t play with it or run his thumb over her nipple. “There are bad men chasing me,” she whispered.

She took his left hand in both of hers and guided it to the cleft between her legs.

He shuddered and the involuntary movement reverberated through her lower lips into her groin.

“Won’t find you here,” he said.

Only a couple of inches separated their torsos. Delilah lifted her left hand and caressed his cheek. “Please help me, Mr. Carson.”

The trembling in his hand intensified, making her whole lower body vibrate in response. She didn’t quite know what to make of the feeling. It was unique to her experience. Not that it mattered now. With her right hand she touched the place the Colonel always forced on her. Carson was long and stiff beneath his pants—much bigger than she had expected.

“What are you--”

She moved her fingers from his cheek to his lips. “Hush,” she told him. “I know how to be good to you.”

She dropped her left hand down beside her right and began to work on the knot of his rope belt. Cason’s hand on her breast finally began to move, ever so slowly exploring her nipple, treating her like a wild animal who might start and run away if he startled her.

She tugged the belt free and dropped his pants to the floor. She couldn’t resist the urge to look down. His cock was larger than she’d thought possible, based on the Colonel, with the little hole peeking out from beneath its foreskin.

She didn’t want to touch it—and she did want to touch it. The Colonel would be beating her by now, bloodying her mouth and hurting her tits. Carson stood statue-like by comparison. He let her take the lead for the first time in her life and choose what she wanted to do to him.

She slipped her small brown hand around the head of his penis and slid the foreskin back. His head strained with excitement, glistening all over with a clear sticky fluid.

She touched the bared flesh, running her thumb over the smooth skin and—

Carson’s back arched and he grunted loudly. White seed shot up between them almost splattering Delilah’s dress. She stepped back away from him—too quickly to censor the movement—and Carson caught hold of himself and turned away in shame. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have—sorry.”

Delilah had to do something quickly or her efforts here would drive him away. “You just surprised me,” she said. “It’s not bad.”

Carson reached down and began to haul up his pants.

“No!” she told him. “Wait! I mean--”

As he turned to glance at her, she hauled the dress up over her shoulders and tossed it away from them. Then she got down on her knees like the Colonel liked and encouraged him with her hands to turn back to face her. His eyes were larger than ever, soaking in the sight of her naked body. His cock grew harder as she took it in her hands to work on it.

“I mean, we don’t have to be finished yet,” she told him.

She opened her mouth and made herself lick him. The Colonel forced her to do this, but with Carson it wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t hurting her, he was standing there stunned by the feelings she was sparking in his manhood.

She licked again. He tasted of salt and seed. It was kind of pleasant without the copper taste of blood overpowering the flavor.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

It must have been a genuine question. Was it possible he’d never been with a woman?

“I’m getting you ready to take me,” she told him.

Her mouth covered the whole head of his dick making him groan with pleasure. She bobbed up and down, keeping her mouth tight the way the Colonel liked it.

Carson’s knees buckled and she let him slip free. “Easy,” she said. “Why don’t you lay down here beside me?

Strangely enough, he laid down the wrong way so that his dick was near her face but his head was pointed toward her feet. She supposed that sort of made sense considering what she’d been doing to him. It let him look up at her naked form and it kept his stiff prick by her face, but it was by no means what she’d expected from him.

She swallowed him again, using her tongue as she’d been taught, hoping she could give him so much pleasure that he’d happily follow her west. It really was a small price to pay. She’d satisfy Carson each night and he’d keep other men from hurting her. She was taken completely by surprise when he pressed her thighs apart and abruptly tried to return the favor.

His tongue was wet, rough and exciting. It pressed between her dark lips before she realized it was upon her. It dug deep, spreading her in places no mouth had ever been, and surprised her body into bucking up to kiss him back.

Carson pulled his mouth away, the scruffy whiskers on his chin glistening from their brief contact with her womanhood. “You’re all wet,” he said. The surprise in his voice was no greater than that which she felt. What did he mean she was wet?

Delilah took one hand off Carson’s stiff cock and touched herself down there. He was right! Her lips were all wet, dripping juices onto her thighs. What the hell was wrong with her?

Carson dipped his face down again and sucked hard on one of her swollen lips. Her body quivered in response. Her ass rose off the dirt floor of the barn to push her flower deeper into his mouth.

Carson pressed her hips back down, using his strength to stretch her thighs wider—but this wasn’t like the Colonel forcing himself upon her. Delilah struggled to help Carson, opening her legs as wide as she could and loving every moment that Carson spent between them. She completely forgot about his cock. Her left hand found one hard brown nipple and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. Her right hand began to dibble that little nub of flesh above her lips. Carson noticed what those fingers were doing and shifted the focus of his mouth’s attention. He sucked that nub in between his teeth and Delilah’s whole groin erupted with pleasure.

Her hips thrust high into the air pushing Carson up with them. His mouth never stopped sucking, never stopped making her scream with excitement. She’d never felt anything like this—never dreamed it was possible to enjoy a man’s touch. Now she’d do anything to keep him from stopping. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face more tightly against her. Even as her body squirmed to escape her mind focused on the task of keeping him in place—keeping his lips sucking on her body.

It felt like Carson had done for her what she’d always done for the Colonel, only this was a thousand times better—and Carson clearly liked doing it to her as well. He rode her body up and down, chasing that bud of pleasure wherever her hips thrust it. His fingers dug into her thighs, but instead of causing pain it intensified her enjoyment. Her heart pounded, her throat rasped with fire, her groin burned with excitement.

Then he tugged her about on the dirt floor of the barn and thrust the head of that thick cock deep inside her. She’d never imagined sex could be so wonderful. Her dark hands gripped his pale ass, begging him to thrust harder while his hand rediscovered her breast—squeezing the soft flesh while his thumb rode her swollen nipple.

His cock delved deeper than the Colonel’s ever had, pumping powerfully inside her, urging her body toward another explosion of pleasure. Sweat stood out on his pale brow before rolling in drops down the tip of his nose. His breaths became increasingly ragged with the strain of maintaining his pace. His efforts grew clumsier as his need rose.

His pale white rod popped out from her depths and stabbed the tangle of hair that covered Delilah’s groin. A smear of clear seed marked his passage—identifying her as his woman. He quickly grabbed hold of himself and pushed his cock back between her dark lips, stretching her flesh with his size while his fingers caressed her swollen pussy.

Delilah shuddered to the brink of another climax.

Carson’s fingers quested higher, pressing lightly against her ultra sensitive flesh, feeling his cock pump beneath her skin. He brushed her throbbing nub of flesh, triggering a violent contraction between her thighs. Her legs clamped tighter around him as her pussy squeezed with all the strength of her lower body. She could feel every swollen vein cording his iron rod and track its passage in and out of her womb.

Carson gasped and his rhythm faltered. He half-fell on top of her, his hand trapped between their bodies. His calloused thumb ground against her nub of flesh, pushing back the hood, and igniting Delilah’s senses.

She screamed—excitedly announcing her new orgasm. Then Carson grunted and seed spit deep inside her. His thrusts grew even more frantic, spreading hot desire throughout her insides and spilling it down her eager thighs.

Delilah wrapped her arms around his strong back and hugged Carson. His lips found hers and he kissed her for the very first time—his lips urgently sucking at her mouth. Her tongue startled him, but he quickly got the idea, thrusting between upper and lower lips until the force of his seed finally subsided.

Chapter Sixteen

The Colonel

Delilah couldn’t get the smile off her face as she dressed herself. Carson drowsed on the dirt floor, his manhood still half erect. She resisted the impulse to stroke it back to life again. There would be plenty of time for that later. Who could have imagined that sex could be fun for a woman?

She slipped her smock over her shoulders and readied herself to slip out of the barn into the yard. She needed a drink of water and she wanted to look over the house to see what they could take with them when they left this farm. She had no doubt that Carson would go with her now. If she had to, she’d tell him all about the Colonel. He was a good man and he’d enjoyed her body as much as she’d enjoyed his. He wouldn’t take any chance that the Colonel would find them.

She slipped out into the daylight, giving one lingering glance at Carson in the barn. Was this pleasant warmth radiating through her body love?

A horse whinnied behind her.

Delilah whirled around in time to see the Colonel dismount his horse. “Been quite a chase, Delilah,” he said. “Now get your black ass over here and show me you’re sorry!”

Delilah froze. Behind the Colonel, his men, Jake and Ross, dismounted their horses and stalked toward her. Carson was lying naked in the barn—his rifle in the house if it was even loaded. He couldn’t help her.

“Get over here!” the Colonel hissed.

Terrified, Delilah watched her body do as it was told. She crept three paces toward him.

His fist split her lip, knocking her to the ground even as it loosened her tooth.

The Colonel’s boot caught her in the ribs. “How dare you run away from me?”