Acres, Natalie - Propositioned by Outlaws [Outlaws 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Don’t listen to them,” Max said, obviously jittery as his sidekick inched closer. “They don’t know what they’re talking about.” The burly fellow took another step and then another, grunting every time his boot struck the dirt floor. “I’m telling you, they’re making this up!”

“Then where’s his money, Max?” Lane asked. “Sir, if you’ve worked for him and you’ve yet to see a coin for your efforts, then you might ask yourself why. And you might keep in mind another important fact, too. Max Carpenter planned on seeing me and my partner hang. He wasn’t satisfied that he kept most of the loot. He wanted our lives, too.”

The big guy snarled then lunged forward, attacking Max. They fought their way to the porch, where they rolled to the ground. Fists and profanity flew as the two men fought one another. They rolled around on the ground for a good bit. Finally, Art fired a few shots in the air. “Break it up and ride on out of here!”

After another shot was fired a few minutes later, the men parted, panting. Max dabbed at his bloody lip. Lane pointed toward their horses and said, “You two have less than a minute to get out of here. You best never come back. If you do, I’ll hunt you down myself.”

Max sat atop his horse seconds later. Swiping at his mouth, he looked down on them. “This ain’t over yet, boys.”

“There’s a marshal in town that may think otherwise after he hears the rest of our story,” Lane told him.

“We’ll see about that,” Max said, riding away in one direction while the burly fellow headed off in another.

Lane stared after them. “Yep. I guess we’ll see.”

Chapter Thirteen

Victoria
spruced up her sheets and fluffed the pillows. Aware of Lane and Art watching her, she wheeled around. “How did you know they were here?”

“Their horses were around back. We saw them when we rode up. I knew we’d have to ambush them.”

“I wondered about that,” she said. “They rolled out of my house and landed next to horses I’d never seen before. I wondered if I might have missed them when I entered the cabin.”

“You think you’re so lovesick you aren’t aware of your surroundings?” Art teased.

She froze. Unable to let herself contemplate something as romantic as love, she studied their handsome faces in search of humor. Were they making fun of her, or were they considering a future with her, too?

Surely not, she reasoned. She’d known them less than a couple of days. Then again, a person’s life could change in a minute. In comparison, two days seemed like a lifetime.

“Don’t read too much into anything I say,” Art told her. “I was trying to be cute.”

“You aren’t,” Lane informed him.

“Says you,” Art grumbled.

She grinned. “I guess you don’t want to sleep in the barn after all.”

Lane pointed to the bed. “Looks like you’ve piled up a few extra pillows and blankets right here. I don’t believe you want us in the barn.”

“That’s where you belong,” she said, starting to pass him.

Grabbing her around the waist, Lane stared at her lips. “You may be right about that.”

Shaking her head until her hair fell loose around her shoulders, she tilted her chin toward his. “Why didn’t you tell me about the gold?”

“It wasn’t important.”

“So are you rich?” she asked, wishing she hadn’t sounded like such a gold digger when she made the inquiry.

“We get by,” Lane replied.

“I get by,” she said. “Gold miners live pampered lives.”

“Not all of them,” Art assured her.

“So you robbed that stagecoach?” she asked reluctantly.

“Nope,” Art replied. “We took our gold out of the crates before they were loaded. That whole stagecoach robbery was nothing more than theatrics courtesy of Max Carpenter and his boys.”

She released a burdened sigh. “You don’t know how glad I am to hear you say that.”

“
Victoria
, we aren’t perfect, but we aren’t like a lot of the guys your ma used to see out here,” Lane said.

“I know,” she whispered, cupping his cheek.

“So we’re not staying in the barn tonight?” Art asked. A hopeful expression was stamped upon his face.

“Not a chance,” she said. “I have big plans for both of you.”

“How big?” Art asked.

“Huge,” she crooned, placing her hand on the sizeable bulge in Art’s pants as she slid her hand down Lane’s belly, securing a tight grip on his covered cock, too.

“The woman knows how to get a man’s attention,” Art said.

Victoria
sashayed across the room, working her hips like she planned to later use them. “Question is, can I keep you interested?”

* * * *

Art was on the outskirts of new territory, and the unfamiliar terrain frightened him.
Victoria
sent them to bathe while she fixed a light meal, and after beans and bread, he and Lane sat on the porch, whittling.

“She’s gonna expect us to stay,” Art said.

“Suits me.”

“Lane, we can’t stay here. We’re a danger to her, and you know it.”

“Not if we talk to that marshal.”

“That marshal is her father, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Lane grinned. “I don’t expect him to approve of what I have in mind for his daughter, but I think after I have a little sit-down talk with him, he might see things my way.”

“What do you plan to say?”

Lane shrugged. “I thought I might point out the obvious. It’s better for
Victoria
to have two men who care about her than a few strangers prowling around here every few days. What father wants his daughter passed around?”

“What makes you think he cares about her either way?”

“Oh come on now, Art. You heard him out there today. As soon as he realized
Victoria
would remain in danger, he was ready to pin bogus charges on those cowboys. Max’s men are gonna hang because they represented a continual threat to the marshal’s daughter.”

“He may hang us still yet, then.”

“Not if we promise to give her a good life.”

“I don’t know…”

“You don’t know about the marshal, or are you having second thoughts about
Victoria
?”

Art grunted. “I ain’t the keepin’ kind.”

“I am,” Lane confessed. “I searched the West for a woman like Sarah Ann, and when I least expected to find one, there she was.”

“
Victoria
isn’t Sarah Ann, Lane.”

“I know. And I wouldn’t want her if they were exactly alike. I’m ready to start over. Start fresh.”

“You’re rushin’ things. That’s all.”

“Maybe, but ask yourself this. Would it bother you if
Victoria
was with another man? I mean, besides me, of course. Would it eat at you?”

“Hell yeah,” Art said.

“Then you may want to consider rushing things, too. She’s a young, beautiful woman. A man would be stark crazy to let her go.”

“You’re right,” Art said, standing. “And he’d been plumb stupid to keep her waiting, too.”

Lane laughed. He tossed aside his stick and followed Art inside. They entered her tiny room together. Standing in the doorway, Art’s heart started fluttering. Lying on the bed with her legs splayed,
Victoria
looked more beautiful than the hour before when she’d been serving dinner.

Of course she would. She was naked, aroused, and just plain sexy. Of course she looked better than a plate of beans.

Barely visible under the lantern’s light, her pussy lips glistened. Her pointed nipples were shaped like diamonds, and as she cupped her full breasts, Art’s cock danced in his breeches. A hot shot of arousal scorched his balls and made his cock painfully hard.

“You’re beautiful,” Lane told her, shrugging off his shirt.

“You’re beautiful,” she said right back.

“Hey now,” Art said, winking. “You can’t play favorites.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” she assured him. “I’m crazy about both of you.”

“I’m crazy about you, too,” Lane told her.

Shit, Lane was just plain pussy whipped. Art knew he should’ve pressured Lane into seeing a few whores back in
Tombstone
. Now that he’d gotten his dick wet again, he was henpecked.

Then again, what was Art’s excuse? He was plumb nutty over
Victoria
. He looked down at his cock. Yep, he was nutty all right, in more ways than one.

Sitting on the bed, he pulled off his boots. By the time he slipped off his breeches, Lane was undressed and crawling between her legs, kissing her inner thighs, tweaking the little button hidden between her folds.

“So much for waiting on me,” Art rasped.

“You’re always complaining about being late to the party,”
Victoria
said, twirling her nipples.

“You’re being a very bad girl tonight,” Art told her, grabbing her by the arm and hoisting her across his lap.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I should’ve done when I first met you,” Art told her.

“Lane?” she squealed.

“Relax. You’ll love it.”

“That’s the truth on a Sunday,” Art said, rubbing her shapely globes. He worked his fingers into her flesh as he massaged her bottom. “My Lord, woman, you’ve got a pretty ass.”

She wiggled on his lap. The heat from her pussy warmed his leg and he reached under her, determined to enjoy her hotness. Stuffing three fingers between her folds, he finger-fucked her until she humped against his hand. “You bad girl, you.”

Sticking his fingers between his lips, he sucked the fingers he withdrew. “Hmm. You taste better than ice cream.”

Victoria
stretched her neck and moaned as she watched him. What he would give to frame her lust-filled expression for the rest of his days.

As he teased her, Lane sat on the bed. He studied them as Art worked to arouse her.
Victoria
’s full, soft tits mashed against his thighs. He was pretty certain, given the fact she couldn’t lie still, he wouldn’t have to try very hard if he wanted to make her come.

Studying her bottom, maddening thoughts got the best of him. He shoved his hand underneath her body and inserted his third and middle finger, going for the core of her pussy as he stroked her.

Fuck! He was as hard as a pistol, and ready to fire off any number of bullets. Her clenching pussy teased him as he twirled his fingers inside her. Hell’s fury, he couldn’t stop himself from taking what was his to own.

He dragged his fingers from front to back, coating her asshole with her slick juices. Lane frowned as he watched, most likely uncertain of how
Victoria
would respond.

Art continued to dip his fingers inside her cunt, gathering a little moisture, and doing what he could to wet the entrance he planned to claim. Against his better judgment, and due in part to his great impatience, he pressed his fingertip right inside her rear passage.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she yelped, her voice muffled as she slapped her hand over her mouth.

“I’m preparing you for things to come,” he told her.

When she jerked again, he secured her hip and held her steady. His arm propelled behind him and he slapped her bottom, the resounding smack alerting him to the obvious.

He’d gotten a little carried away.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her back bowing in response.

“So you liked that, did you?” Art asked.

“Hmm, yes,” she replied though uncertainty lived in her shaky voice.

“Are you sure?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her red ass.

“Yes, I liked it. Yes.”

Apparently she was all right with the fact he’d gotten carried away. He ran his fingers down the seam of her bottom, and this time, he positioned his middle finger against her puckered, tight, virginal hole. Using his free hand, he spanked her again. When her bottom clenched, he stuffed his finger inside her tight ass.

“Oh hell, Art,” she rasped. “Oh please. You’ve got to go deeper.”

He looked at Lane and shrugged.

“You heard the woman. Give her something to scream and tremble about.”

Chapter Fourteen

Victoria
never thought of her asshole as a means for entry. She squeezed the hard digit Art thrust inside her and refused to let him withdraw his finger. There was some element of pain when he first invaded her there, but now the searing sensation in her pussy alerted her to the obvious.

She wanted a cock in her cunt and a dick in her ass. And she wouldn’t be happy until she experienced what she desired most.

Reaching under her body, she touched Art’s dick. He grinned as she stroked him. “I’m not through with you,” he said.