The Sapphire Gun (3 page)

At first, he cupped her breasts and massaged them. Then, he positioned her nipples between his fingers so he could rub them until they were fully erect. Soon, Victoria was leaning forward and situating herself so she was straddling his hips.

“You must think I'm a dirty girl, letting you do this to me,” she whispered.

Clint kept one hand on her breast and let the other one wander along her side before rubbing her thigh. “Something tells me you'd like it if I thought that.”

She smiled, reached down to loosen Clint's jeans, and nodded. “Maybe just a little.”

“Only a little?” Clint asked as he gathered her skirt around her waist and reached between her legs to rub the warm, wet lips he found there.

Gasping as Clint's fingers touched the right spot, Victoria freed Clint's penis and guided it into her waiting pussy. “All right,” she whispered as she put him inside and lowered herself onto him, “maybe more than just a little.”

Once he was all the way inside of her, Clint lifted his hips and pushed in just a bit more. He was just able to grab her by the hips as she let out a gasp of pleasure and closed her eyes tightly. The more Clint moved, the deeper he and Victoria sunk into the pile of hay. Before long, it was closing in around them as if it meant to swallow them whole.

It took a bit of doing, but Victoria was finally able to gain a bit of footing. Her knees dropped down on either side of Clint, but she supported herself by placing both hands flat upon his chest. Even though she could stay on top of him, she started to wobble the moment she let her instincts take over and tried to ride him in earnest.

Feeling the first pangs of frustration just as much as she did, Clint grabbed hold of her and tossed her onto her back. Victoria landed with a sigh and opened her legs wide to receive him. When she felt Clint's hands move along the silky smooth skin of her inner thigh, she stretched back and savored the feel of his touch.

The downy hair between Victoria's legs was just as blond as the hair on her head. Clint let his fingers drift through that hair for a moment before he found the sensitive nub of skin that made her squirm when he touched it.

“Oh God,” she sighed. “Don't make me wait any longer.” Clint positioned himself at the right spot and moved his hips forward so his rigid cock slipped straight into her. Victoria was so wet that he glided in easily. And every time Clint thrust forward, she was even wetter when he pulled back.

Victoria reached out with both hands to grab hold of whatever she could. All she was able to get ahold of was hay, and she kept clawing through the coarse strands until her fingertips scraped against the floor. All the while, Clint kept rocking on top of her. Outside, another makeshift band started to play a drunken song.

“You were sure right about one thing,” Victoria said as Clint buried himself inside of her. “This is one hell of a party.”

Clint pumped his hips forward until he could feel that soft, blond hair tickle his leg. One more thrust like that, and Victoria moaned as if she meant to accompany the band.

It was well after sunrise before Clint woke up and got to his feet. He wasn't in the bale of hay, but he still had plenty of pieces of straw stuck in some uncomfortable places. Victoria was somewhere, but she'd come and gone a few times throughout the night. Clint didn't have any trouble spotting Johnny. He was the one loading a wagon not far from the barn.

“You're up earlier than I expected,” Johnny said once he spotted Clint.

“Actually, I was thinking that I slept later than usual.”

“Then I guess I'm just getting used to the habits I've picked up in the last few days of debauchery. The closer it gets for me to leave, the more anxious I get to start moving.”

“Then why wait?” Clint asked.

The question was simple, but struck Johnny hard enough to make him stop what he was doing and stare into space. He blinked a few times, shrugged, and replied, “I guess there's no reason.”

“That is, unless you had a schedule to keep regarding your payment.”

“I was told to pick up the money when I had a chance in the next few days. The rest was just me guessing how long I should wait for you to arrive.”

Clint held out his arms and smiled. “I'm here.”

“And you don't mind lending me a hand? It might get rough if the wrong people find out what I'm carrying.”

“And it'll get even rougher if you stand around announcing it.”

Johnny laughed and looked around like a kid who was trying to sneak out of his house. Apart from himself, Clint, and the horses, there wasn't another living thing in sight that wasn't passed out drunk or fast asleep.

“I wouldn't mind getting out of here,” Johnny admitted. “A man can only take so much of this kind of thing.”

Even though Clint hadn't quite reached his limit just yet, he nodded and turned his back to the remaining women to which he had yet to introduce himself. “What are you going to do about these folks? Should I start rousting them from their sleep?”

Johnny tossed a passing glance at his little house and waved it off dismissively. “Nah. Let 'em have the place. Anything of value has already been broken or loaded onto this wagon. The property's due to be sold in a month, and it's only a matter of time before one of these fools burns the house down. If anyone can get some use of it until then . . . God bless 'em.”

Clint laughed and said, “It must be nice to have a bit of extra money.”

“It sure is, my friend. It sure as hell is.”

Eclipse was tied off near a trough closer to the fence surrounding Johnny's property. Hearing all the commotion when he'd arrived, Clint figured that would be better than putting the Darley Arabian where he would be a tempting target for a drunken horse thief.

As he started to untie the reins, Clint realized the reins were already untied. He also realized one of his saddlebags was missing. While looking around for the bag, Clint spotted a figure laying not too far away.

The man was on his side with every one of his limbs pointing in a different direction. He was breathing, but that simple action seemed to cause him a bit of pain. Every inhale was accompanied by a pronounced wheeze, and every exhale was shaky.

Clint bent to examine the man and found a large, dirty imprint on the man's side which was in a peculiarly familiar shape. The man's hand was still clutching Clint's missing saddlebag.

“Looks like you can take care of yourself, huh, boy?” Clint said as he retrieved the bag from the man who'd attempted to steal it. Upon closer examination, Clint could easily spot the shape of Eclipse's shoeprint pounded into the man's side. “I won't even worry about waking this fellow up. I'd say the poor bastard paid his dues in full.”

Eclipse stayed in his spot, calmly watching as Clint made sure everything was cinched in its place and ready to go. Once he felt Clint climb into the saddle, Eclipse looked up and shook some of the dust from his mane.

“There's that beauty of a horse,” Johnny said. “You sure you don't want to sell him to me? We could make a bundle putting him out to stud.”

“Like I said the last time you offered,” Clint said as he patted Eclipse's neck, “no deal.”

“Can't blame me for trying.” In the time that had passed since Clint had gone to get Eclipse, Johnny seemed to have turned into a new man. His smile was brighter. His eyes were wide and alert. He even sat up straighter in his seat and held onto the reins, anxiously waiting to give them a snap.

“Hey,” one of the bleary-eyed partygoers shouted from his spot on the ground. “You goin' to get more food?”

“You folks are on your own,” Johnny replied. “But thanks for coming out to celebrate with me.”

“So . . . no more food?”

Johnny snapped the reins and said, “Not unless you fetch it your own damn selves.”

The wagon rattled and shook as it lurched into motion. Although the vehicle wasn't too old and was in fine repair, it was loaded down with just a bit more weight than it was designed to carry. It didn't take long for the wheels to get rolling and the two horses pulling the wagon to find their stride.

Clint rode alongside the wagon and nodded toward the house behind them as he asked, “So you're really not coming back?”

“No need to,” Johnny said happily. “I feel a little bad that you didn't get to enjoy more of the party.”

“I enjoyed myself plenty.”

Johnny smirked. “I'll just bet you did. Victoria looked like quite a party, herself.”

“She was.”

Both men swapped a few jokes and laughed more than the punch lines deserved. After they'd crested a hill at the edge of his property, Johnny produced a canteen full of lukewarm coffee and handed it over to Clint.

Compared to the swill that had passed for beer the night before, that tepid coffee was good enough to make Clint's morning even brighter.

The house was full of bodies in various states of undress and unconsciousness. Standing among the sounds of snores and the stench of stale liquor, Franco buttoned up his shirt and watched the wagon through the window. Behind him, Rosa stood up and stretched her naked body like a cat lounging in the warm sun's rays.

“They're leaving,” Franco said.

Rosa stepped up to the window, apparently unmindful that she still hadn't a stitch of clothes to cover her. “Maybe they're coming back. I thought he would be here for at least another day.”

“Apparently not.”

“Should we get ready to leave, as well?”

Franco took hold of her by the hips and pushed her back against the wall. The others in the room with them were passed out or sleeping, but he pulled down his pants and lifted her off the floor as if he wouldn't have cared if he were performing in front of a paying audience.

Within moments after Rosa's legs wrapped around him, Franco slid into her and thrust his hips forward. The flimsy wall shook a bit as her bare bottom slammed against it.

Keeping one arm wrapped tightly around Franco's neck, Rosa reached out to steady herself with the other.

A few of the people in the room were stirring, but that was mostly so they could shift to a better position and fall back asleep. If any of them bothered to open their eyes, they would have seen Franco cup Rosa's tight buttocks in both hands so he could pump into her even harder.

Once Rosa started wriggling her hips along with Franco's rhythm, both of them felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building up in their bodies. The feeling spiked quickly for both of them. As Franco tightened his grip in the start of his climax, Rosa ground herself against him just right so she could follow suit right along with him.

They let out a few prolonged sighs and then Franco pumped his hips once more for good measure. His muscles relaxed, and he backed up to allow her to lower her legs and support herself on her own two feet once more. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned up to plant a long kiss on Franco's lips.

“I wish we had time for more,” she purred.

Franco responded to the promise in her voice and grabbed her little backside once more. It took some effort, but he just barely managed to step back and pull his pants up so he could buckle them in place. “Later, perhaps,” he said.

Neither of them said another word as they gathered up their few belongings and left the house. Even as she stepped outside, Rosa had only managed to get herself halfway dressed. She'd pulled on a skirt, which was all she had to cover her below the waist. Her blouse hung open apart from the bottom two buttons that had been hastily shoved into place. The wind whipped around her, causing her breasts to be exposed and her nipples to grow hard in the chill morning air.

“I'll get the horses,” Franco said. “You cover yourself and get ready to ride. I wouldn't want you to bruise anything important.”

After taking one more look at her, Franco turned and headed for the barn. Rather than go inside, he walked around the old building to where over a dozen horses had been tied. He picked his and Rosa's out from the animals and led them back to where she was waiting.

“Them's are mine,” a man with a grimy face said as he staggered toward Franco.

“Go back to sleep.”

Taking another few steps forward, the man raised his voice and spoke so that Franco could fully experience the acrid horror of his whiskey-tainted breath. “I said them's are my horses.”

Franco climbed into his saddle, gathered up some slack in his reins, and effortlessly looped the leather straps around the drunk's neck. With one quick snap of his arm, he cinched the reins in tighter and lifted the drunk off his feet as he rode around the barn. Franco grinned to Rosa as he came to a stop next to her. The drunk's heels were just able to scrape against the ground.

“I told you there were a few horse thieves here waiting to take their pick,” Franco said.

Rosa's blouse was buttoned, and she was in the process of straightening her skirt after putting on some proper underthings. She studied the drunk's face as it turned to a deeper shade of red. “Wasn't there also another one?”

“I thought so, but I haven't seen him for a while. He disappeared after wandering out past the fence line. Last I saw of him, he was stealing saddlebags.”

“What are you going to do with him?”

“Take him with us,” Franco said. “At least for a little while. I'd hate to have him stir up any commotion.”

Rosa looked around as if expecting some commotion to find them right then and there. Instead, she could only hear a few muffled voices stirring near the house and the occasional gurgle that managed to escape from the choking drunk hanging at Franco's side. Knowing better than to question Franco just then, Rosa climbed onto her horse's back and got herself situated.