Spirit Warrior (16 page)

“Play with my nipples,” she said with a smile and let her fingers drop down between her legs. She found the sensitive nub, and began rubbing on it. “My nipples are very sensitive and it turns me on when if you play with them.”

“Like this?” Jacob asked, gently rolling them between his fingers.

Allie shook her head and moaned. “Harder, rougher. I like it rough,” she admitted.

“Like this?” he asked again, this time pinching them hard.

A shudder ran through Allie and she gasped, arching back against him. The added stimulation ignited her body into a sudden fire storm of need. Her fingers began moving faster as he played with her nipples, nipped her neck, and watched.

It didn’t take long for her to come. It was as if her body was suddenly alive again. Her choked cry echoed around them as she stiffened. Jacob held her tightly, his hands still cupping her breasts as she shattered.

“Oh, cowgirl, you have no idea how beautiful that was,” he soothed as she shuddered and melted back against him. “I want to see you come again and again.”

“I think it is going to be you that kills me, instead,” Allie chuckled.

She sat forward and rolled in the tub. A teasing smile curled her lips as she stared into his flushed face. He had been more affected by what just happened than she thought. Her eyes lowered to the water, where she could see his long, thick cock straining upward. She nudged his legs apart so she could kneel between them. It was a tight fit, but she didn’t mind.

She reached for the soap that he had placed back on the small table. Picking up the small piece of square cloth, she wet it before rubbing the soap into it until a nice, fragrant lather formed.

A small smile curved her lips as he watched her. Or rather, he watched her breasts as they moved back and forth with her movements. She purposely dragged it out because she wanted to prolong their first time together.

She set the soap back on the table and began to slowly wash his body. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to discover every inch. She tenderly washed his neck and shoulders, pausing on several scars.

“I was shot,” he whispered. “It was in the last days of the war. I had been pretty lucky until then. Fortunately, the ball went all the way through. Jonathan was able to doctor me up.”

“And this,” she asked, pausing on a long thin scar on his side.

“Fight,” he said. “Man pulled a knife. I should have expected it. He was cheating at cards.”

Allie looked up into his eyes and shook her head. “I’m lucky to have found you.”

“I think the luck was on my side,” Jacob admitted. “Whatever it is, I’ll take it.”

Allie nodded and gave him a faint smile before turning her eyes back to her exploration. The soapy cloth ran down over his stomach. She saw the muscles of his stomach clench as she moved lower. A shuddering breath escaped him as she wrapped it around his throbbing length.

“Oh, cowgirl,” Jacob moaned as his head fell forward as she stroked his long shaft. His hands curled and gripped the sides of the tub. “Yes, Allie.

His hips rocked with her movements. A long, low moan escaped him again when she moved the cloth to his heavy sack while her slender fingers wrapped around his cock. He closed his eyes and counted as he did everything he could to not explode. It wasn’t easy.

His lips parted when he felt her breath. Opening his eyes, he stared into hers as she leaned forward to kiss him, her hand still wrapped tightly around him. The kiss was filled with hope and… love.

Jacob’s eyes softened as he returned her kiss. Allie may not be ready to admit it yet, but she loved him. He could see it in her eyes and in the way she touched him. She loved him and when Allie loved, she loved with her whole heart.

He released his grip on the side of the tub and slid his hands over the smooth, wet skin of her back. Hope blossomed inside him. She was beginning to accept the feelings he had for her.

“Allie,” Jacob muttered. “I want to make love to you. I hate to say it, but I want more room when I take you than this tub has.”

Allie chuckled and pulled back. Gripping the side of the tub, she stood up. Standing proudly in front of him, she enjoyed watching his face as his eyes followed the water droplets that coursed down her body. She reached both her hands down to help him up, but he was already rising out of the tub. His mouth caught at the teardrops that hung from the tips of her nipples.

“I could lick every drop of water from your body and still be thirsty for more,” he said in a low, husky voice.

Allie giggled and shook her head. She wasn’t about to tell him how corny that sounded because it was also the most romantic things she had ever heard. She watched as he stepped over the lip of the tub onto the small rug.

Hell, I just might let him try,
she thought as she placed her hand in his, so he could help her out of the tub.

She didn’t complain when he reached for the towel and began to dry her. He paused to press a kiss every once in a while. Goosebumps formed on her skin when he turned her around and began to dry her back.

“How rough do you like it?” He asked as he ran the towel over the curve of her ass.

“I’ll tell you when it's enough,” she promised, tilting her ass backwards when he slid his hands over the smooth skin.

“Damn,” he muttered again. “Get on the bed. I want you to lay on your back with your legs spread open.”

Allie started in surprise at the sudden hardness in his voice. She glanced over her shoulder at his face and saw the tight, determined set to his mouth. It wasn’t until she looked into his eyes that she understood what was about to happen. He was going to give her some serious loving and it wasn’t going to be soft and gentle. No, it was going to be hard and wild, just like the man.

Allie nodded and walked over to the bed. Pulling the covers back, she laid down just as he instructed. She half expected to be self-conscious. Hell, the only other man she had been with was Chris. Yet, the promise in Jacob’s eyes excited her to the point she just wanted to know what was going to happen next.

Her eyes followed his hands as he dried his own body. Each stroke was designed to keep her focused on what he was doing. Her eyes widened when he stroked the towel along his cock. She couldn’t resist licking her lips as he did it.

A low curse followed her intentional tease. Her eyes flashed back up to his. The promise of retribution glowed in them. She widened the spread of her legs in return, showing him that she was no shrinking violet to his dark looks.

“You are playing with fire,” Jacob warned her as he tossed the towel aside.

“I always did like to see how hot it was,” she whispered in return. “Now, are you going to show me, cowboy, or just tease me all night.”

Jacob was on fire. He never realized just how different it was making love to a woman he was in love with. This was nothing like the women he had been with before. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what they looked like. The only thing he could think about was the beautiful, passionate woman lying on the bed before him.

A moment of nervousness and doubt rushed through him. What if he didn’t live up to her expectations? He had seen some of the moving pictures on the thin box that Taylor had shown him and Jonathan. Hell, some of the things the men and women were doing had brought a blush to his face. Still… they had also given him some ideas, he thought as he pushed the doubt away.

“Show me where you touch yourself,” he ordered as he walked over to the bed.

Allie pulled the folds of her labia back and touched the small nub. He smiled as he kneeled down on the bed and reached out to replace her hands with his. He glanced up at her before he bent forward and touched his tongue to where she had touched.

“Jacob!” Allie hissed. “Oh, yes!”

Jacob played with the tiny nub, teasing it with his tongue until it swelled under his assault. He ran the fingers of his right hand down along the slick, silky skin before pushing one finger into her. He was rewarded with another low cry and more of her sweet juice.

He loved the feel of her as her body greedily tried to pull him in. He continued his assault on her until he felt her start to shake. His own body was taut as a bow. His balls were drawn up to the point he felt like when he came, it would be an explosion unlike anything he had ever had before.

Pulling his fingers from her, he glanced up at her tight, flushed face. Her eyes popped open to stare at him with a dazed, almost panic, expression. Her lips parted and she was panting.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Jacob.”

“I always aim to please, Allie,” he promised. “I want… I need you to…”

He paused, looking at her lips. He’d never had a woman put her lips around him. He had seen it on the moving pictures and it had looked so… arousing. His eyes swept up to hers again. Relief and excitement glistened in her eyes as she stared back at him and licked her lips.

“I want to taste you,” she said. “Lay down.”

Jacob nodded, pulling back so she could sit up. He lay down on the bed. His cock jerked as she stared down his long body. A shiver of anticipation began building inside him. A long, hoarse groan escaped him when she moved down between his legs and wrapped her hand around him.

His eyes were glued to her lips as she opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, touching the bulbous head of his cock, tasting the drop of semen beading on the tip. A shudder wracked his body at the first touch.

A hoarse expletive escaped him when she suddenly took over half of his length into her mouth. The feel of her tongue and the light scrape of her teeth along his heated flesh sucked the air out his lungs. His fists clenched around the bedding as she began moving her mouth up and down his long shaft.

He watched as her eyelashes fluttered as she watched what she was doing. The sight was more erotic than he expected. Now he understood what Taylor meant when he called this a blow job. His mind was blown away by the pleasure ricocheting through his body.

“Allie,” Jacob moaned as he continued to watch her. “I won’t last long.”

Allie locked her gaze with his. She slowly pulled back, letting him watch as she released him. She ran her tongue over the end of him before rising up to crawl over his body. Pressing a line of kisses as she worked her way up, she paused every once in a while to nip him before running her tongue over the tiny bites.

She paused, taking her time to tease each of his nipples as she spread her thighs on either side of his legs. She could feel his cock as it pulsed upward against her smooth mound. Resting her weight on her left hand, she gripped him with her right one.

“Then, I guess it is time to ride you, cowboy,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his.

She could taste herself on his lips as he opened for her. Aligning his cock with her slick vagina, she sank down on him, connecting them together as one. A low moan escaped her as he pressed upward, stretching her. The feel of his hard, silky skin pushing up inside her took her breath away.

She sat back, gripping his hands and pulling them to her breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped her when he pinched her nipples, hard. The bite of pain mixed with the pleasure of her riding him.

“Allie, look at me,” Jacob demanded.

Allie’s eyes opened and she stared down at his intense blue eyes. She knew he wanted to watch her as she came. Nodding, she kept her eyes locked with his as she rode him, moving faster and faster as he continued his assault on her nipples. She was on the precipice, hovering on the edge, but not quite able to go over.

He gave her the little push she needed when his left hand skimmed down over her stomach and between them. He rubbed the little nub roughly as she moved. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes widened as she exploded around him.

“That’s it, come for me, cowgirl,” he demanded. “Come for me, Allie.”

Jacob gritted his teeth as he continued to push up inside her. She was gripping his cock and he could feel her pulsing around him. Sitting up enough to wrap his arms around her, he rolled until she was under him. Holding her tightly against him, he began rocking his hips in a frantic bid to pull out her orgasm before he released his own.

Sweat broke out on his brow and he pressed his face against her neck as he pounded into her, driving deeper and deeper with every thrust. He wanted to bury himself so far inside her that she would never doubt his love for her. His balls drew up so tight, he feared they would explode as the tingling that started building inside him suddenly broke the dam of control he had built.

He knew his loud shout could be heard beyond the walls of their room, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the feel of Allie in his arms and her body wrapped around his. He could feel the explosion of his release inside her body as he shot jets of his seed into her womb. He buried his head back into her neck and shuddered as he continued to pulse inside her.

“I love you, Allie Tucker,” he muttered. “I love you so damn much.”

“Whitewater,” she murmured. “I’m a Whitewater.”

Jacob pressed his hips against hers as he lifted his head to look down at her. He shook his head. Determination glittered brightly in his eyes.

“Not any longer,” he vowed. “I’m marrying you, Allie. Tonight. You are mine now.”

*.*.*

Allie glared up at Jacob. After his little ‘marry her tonight’ bomb, things had gotten a little tense. Well, not right after. She had dismissed his declaration as a moment of passion. It wasn’t until they were dressing to go down to dinner that things had taken a turn for the worse. She should have known something was up when he handed her the package.

She had excitedly unwrapped it. She’d frowned when a brilliant, yellow dress with white lace on the bodice unfolded in her hands. Holding it up, she glanced at Jacob with a look of uncertainty.

“What’s this for?” She asked, puzzled.

“You,” he had chuckled.

“But… why?” She asked in confusion. “I don’t wear dresses. Hell, I didn’t even wear one to the prom.”

“Just for tonight,” Jacob asked with a boyish grin. “Please.”

Allie looked skeptically at him before turning her gaze back to the dress. If she cut about three feet off the bottom, she might be tempted. That was a VERY big might.

“Please, Allie,” Jacob asked in a quiet voice. “It would mean a lot to me. We are having dinner with Captain Marshall. There are also certain protocols expected at the hotel. Mrs. Abbott already pointed out that this was a place of respect. That if I was going to bring my wife here, then she hoped that I would at least have her properly attired. I told her you had to wear some of my clothes when yours got wet.”

“Why would you lie to her?” Allie asked, not trying to hide her disappointment or disapproval. “If she didn’t like the way I’m dressed, that’s her problem. If I’m not welcomed here because of that, then I don’t want to do business with her.”

“Allie, things aren’t like in your time,” Jacob said, wincing at the guilt he was feeling. “I want them to accept you.”

“Then maybe you should accept me first,” she had retorted, turning away from him. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” she continued in a cool voice. “I won’t be here for long. You shouldn’t have told people I was your wife. Once I’m gone, you can tell them it was a mistake.”

“Allie,” Jacob growled. “You don’t understand…”

“No, Jacob,” Allie said angrily, as she turned to glare back at him. “
You
don’t understand. I accept you for who you are. You have a place of leadership in the community here. It was a mistake to bring me here. I don’t fit in, I accept that. Maybe you should, too. Because I understand that, I’ll compromise with you. I’ll wear the dress… tonight only. I’ll play the part of the ‘loving’ little wife because you are the one who will have to deal with it after I’ve gone back home. But, tomorrow morning, I’m Allie Whitewater again. Do you understand? I refuse to change just to fit into what other people want. I am who I am and I’m not ashamed of it. Perhaps you should have thought of that before you said you loved me.”

*.*.*

Now, she walked down the stairs of the hotel in silence, her head held high and her back straight. They were greeted at the bottom of the stairs by Captain Marshall, who bowed to her. He tried to kiss her hand, but she had pulled it away before he even had a chance to raise it to his lips. His eyebrow had risen in surprise, but he didn’t say anything.

The dinner had been vaguely interesting. Allie had remained silent, eating little of the beef stew and vegetables. She sipped hot tea and listened as Jacob and the Captain talked about the horses.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay for coffee,” Captain Marshall finally said with a sigh. “Two of my men are escorting Wyatt Butte back to the fort tonight. I thought to ride along with them.”

Jacob stood at the same time as Marshall did. “Thank you for joining us for dinner. I hope you have a safe trip back.”

“Yes, I just wish your man could have shot the other two bastards when he shot Butte,” Marshall replied before he flushed and turned to Allie with a look of apology. “Forgive my language, ma’am.”

“No problem,” Allie replied with a stiff, polite smile. “I’ve said worse.”

Marshall’s eyebrow rose in surprise at her retort before a low chuckle escaped him. “I imagine you have.”

“Goodnight, Captain,” Jacob replied with a look of exasperation at Allie.

“Goodnight,” Captain Marshall said again, turning and walking out of the small dining room.

Allie rose and pushed in her chair. She started to turn to follow Marshall before stopping when she felt Jacob’s hand on her arm. She saw the look of frustration and something else in them, but was too tired and upset to try to figure out what it meant.

“Allie, would you do me the honor of walking with me?” Jacob asked in a hesitant voice.

Allie opened her mouth to tell him no, but decided it was either go for a walk with him or back up to their room. Since she wasn’t ready to be alone with him again, she nodded. Muttering an unladylike curse under her breath when the long skirt of her dress tangled around her legs, she gripped it in one hand and pulled it up a few inches.

“Don’t say a word,” she muttered to Jacob when she noticed Mrs. Abbott looked pointedly at her exposed ankles.

“I won’t,” Jacob promised with a grin. “I think you have beautiful ankles.”

Allie rolled her eyes at him as she stepped outside. A cool breeze swept through the center corridor of town, bringing with it a mix of fresh air and horse manure. A wry smile curved her lips at the symbolic reminder that everything was not as it seemed.

“This way,” Jacob murmured, wrapping his hand around her elbow as he turned to the right.

“Where are we going?” Allie asked.

“Just for a walk,” Jacob replied in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, Allie.”

Allie drew in a deep breath before she released it. “I’m not going to lie about who I am Jacob. I like myself, I don’t have issues if someone else doesn’t. As far as I’m concerned, that’s their problem.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I can see that,” he agreed.

Allie’s lips twitched. “I know it isn’t easy for you,” she said, quietly. “Things are a lot different here and social interaction is sparse, so with the little you have, it is important to understand the social etiquette that makes up the standards you live by and accept them.”

“I’m so glad you understand that,” Jacob nodded. “It was hard going to your time and understanding everything that was going on, especially as there were so many things we didn’t understand or know about.”

“I can imagine,” she replied, remembering how he and Jonathan had reacted to things like the airplane and the elevator. She had a better appreciation as to how scary that would be. “It is probably easier for me than it was for you and Jonathan. Most of the things here are either things I’m familiar with or have read about.”

“Exactly,” Jacob said as he paused at the entrance to a small shop. “I hoped it would be easier for you to understand. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I’m willing to compromise, too, Allie. Things will work out. We just need time, that’s all.”