The Outlaw (Montana Men Book 3) (4 page)

"You haven't!" I countered.

"I said your virtue, not your virginity. I’ve not taken that, at least not yet. I told you your maidenhead was safe until you were married."

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, trying to think of some retort, but I had none. I'd never felt less virtuous than I did at this moment.

"He is correct, Miss Turner. I can't rightly let Finn get away with his actions. He must be held accountable and marry you."

"Now, Stevens," Finn commanded.

"Would you like your bride to wear a dress, or perhaps a shirt for yourself?"

"Just like this. Now," he repeated. Finn's green eyes flashed, not with anger, but in triumph. He'd well and truly captured me. Pulling me from behind his back, he wrapped an arm over my shoulder to hold me securely against his side. "Shall we begin?"

FINN

If Stevens had remained with us five more minutes, I would have shot him. Caroline and I had said our vows, perhaps with not as much surety on her part, but it was done. Stevens' part was done. We were well and truly married. Meecham wouldn't be able to touch her.
No one
would be able to hurt her again.

What remained was the claiming. Consummation wasn't much of an issue as Stevens had seen Caroline in a very compromising position. Not only was her virtue at stake, but my honor as well. Therefore, our marriage would hold without consummation. But to me, it was the most important part. In the eyes of the law we were wed, but I needed to make her mine.

I didn't even offer Caroline a chance to say goodbye before tossing her over my shoulder and walking briskly toward the shack. This time she didn't struggle. My farewell to my friend was a vague wave. I had no doubt the man understood my interest in haste and most likely would remind me of it for years to come, or at least until he married and we were even.

With the sun tipping close to the horizon and the stove cool now, I kicked the door shut behind us; I didn't need wild animals joining us in the middle of the night. I dropped Caroline onto the bed. Her eyes widening in surprise as she bounced on the mattress. Her hair was a wild tangle about her head, the hem of the shift riding high on her thighs to show her drawers.

I was quite pleased with myself. There was no dress to impede my progress now. I was halfway there as well in just my pants. It was the only wedding I was aware of where the bride and groom were barely dressed. "Sit up, baby."

As if she knew how much of a temptress she looked as she did so, she slowly pushed up on her elbows, then upright.

I tilted my chin in her direction. "Take off your shift." When she just looked up at me, her pale blue eyes wary, I asked, "You do know what's going to happen, don't you?"

She licked her lips and my cock pressed against my pants, eager to feel that pink tongue of hers. "Mostly."

"I'm going to take your maidenhead. Claim you. Fuck you. The first step is removing all our clothes." To put her at ease, I asked, "Would you like me to go first?"

I hoped she'd say no because if I let my cock out of the confines of my pants, I couldn't be sure I could control myself. I felt like a randy youth again just knowing she was mine. And the way she looked, all mussed and delectable, made me inwardly groan.

Watching her eyes lower to the front of my pants had me abandoning that thought. To hell with it. I worked the buttons loose, then pushed my pants off my hips and down my legs before kicking them off to the side. I stood before her, naked once again.

"Are you...are you always like that?" She pointed to my cock, which stood at full attention.

"Around you? Yes."

"I...I don't think that's going to fit."

I was big. I doubted her words were meant as a compliment, but I grinned just the same. "I'll fit. Your pussy will stretch to take me."

"All right." She laid back and covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm ready."

I stood there stunned, looking at my wife as if she were ready to sacrifice herself. If she weren’t so serious, I would have laughed. Her knowledge of what fucking entailed was clearly bleak. Not bleak that she didn't know much, but because she'd been told it must have been something terrible, something worth covering her eyes while she pretended it wasn't happening.

I had planned to go slowly, tenderly even, since she was a virgin. Now, though, I had to be even more cautious. It was my job to show her what it could really be like, and that was more than enduring it. She would come, and more than once, before I was done.

I put one knee on the bed beside her hip and lowered down onto my forearms on either side of her head. My other leg slowly worked between hers. She stiffened as I did so. She was so small, so tiny in comparison to me.

"Shh," I crooned, brushing her hair back off her forehead. "There's more to fucking, Caroline, than just sticking my cock in you. Did you like it when I kissed you?"

She nodded, but her eyes were still covered.

"Look at me, Caro."

She lowered her hands, looked up at me through her pale lashes.

"I won't take you until you are ready. I'll even wait until you're begging."

"What if I'm never ready?" she asked, her expression worried.

"Then I'm doing it wrong."

Enough talk. I had to taste her. Lowering my head, I kissed her. Unlike earlier where I didn't linger on her mouth, I did now. Running the tip of my tongue along her full lower lip, I felt her gasp and I took the advantage and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Holding the sides of her head, I angled her as I wanted to take the kiss deeper. She tasted sweet, like tart cherries. I didn't know how she could taste as such, but she did. Little sounds escaped her throat and I knew I wasn't too rough. I could kiss her all day and savor the sweet innocence of her mouth. She'd never been kissed before, that was a fact. Her tongue played tentatively with mine, her mouth fumbling, which made it even more carnal. But I wanted to taste more of her.

Following the path I’d taken earlier, I nipped at her jaw, licked the swirl of her ear, sucked on the tender lobe. When she sighed in reaction, I moved to her nape, licking my way over her pulse that fluttered against my tongue. Her collarbones were pronounced and I kissed across one, then the other.

"Did you like it when your nipple was in my mouth?"

Caroline's hands were on my shoulders, her fingernails digging little half moons into my flesh. Her eyes were closed now, not to hide, but because she was lost in the sensations I was awakening in her body. She nodded her head, her blond locks shifting against the old quilt.

"Don't be scared, Caro." I gave her a warning, but not time to wonder as to the reason. Grabbing the front of her shift, I rent the fabric easily, exposing her breasts and belly.

Her eyes flared in surprise.

Resting up on my forearm, I cupped one breast, my thumb brushing over the pink tip.

Her eyes widened even further, but this time, they grew blurry with desire. Lowering my head once again, I took the stiff peak into my mouth. It was like a little raspberry, all pink and firm. Fingers tangled in my hair and held me to her letting me know she liked it. No doubt if I asked her she'd deny it, but such an innocent could not fake the kind of reaction she was having.

I didn't play with just one nipple, but moved from one to the other until they were both red and glistening from my mouth. Her skin was warm, a slight sheen of perspiration coating it. She tasted sweet and now a little salty, her scent as soft and luscious as her mouth had been. I needed both my hands on her - not just one - so I shifted onto my knees, able to cup both her breasts in my palms as I worked my way down to circle the small indentation of her navel, then lower still.

It wasn't until I nuzzled my nose against her pussy that she spoke, "Finn, what are you doing?"

I looked up her body to meet her eyes. This perspective, glancing up all of her dips and curves, was incredibly erotic.

"Learning your body."

"But your face is...there."

I smiled, then ran the tip of my nose over her tender flesh. Her pink lips were barely visible through the sheer fabric. "Yes, it is." Tugging at the ribbon that held up her drawers, I loosened the fabric, then slid it down and over her hips, coming up on my knees to work the impediment off her body completely. I tossed them over my shoulder as I looked at her pussy for the first time. When she made to close her legs, I gripped her calves, halting her motion. "No. Let me see."

"Finn!" she cried. "That's...that's private. You're supposed to just do this beneath the covers. In the dark, at least."

"Is that what you’ve been taught? To just lie back and take it? Fumbling with the candle blown out?"

She nodded.

"Oh, baby. I'm going to fuck you in the daytime, at night, in bed, against the wall, on the kitchen table, outside, in the stable - anywhere I can take you. I have a very long list. You're right about one thing. It is private. Just for you and me. You're mine. You're pussy's mine."

This was not the time for conversation. I needed her so aroused she wasn't thinking at all. Talking about tasting her pussy for the first time was not a step in that direction. "I'm going to show you. Right now."

Working my hands up her legs, I spread them wider and wider before settling myself between them. I took a moment to look my fill. Curls covered her mound, yet they were so pale her pussy lips were visible and as pink and pretty as her nipples. Lowering my head, I began my assault on her senses.

CAROLINE

I had no idea. Absolutely no idea. Clearly neither did my mother when she'd given me a vague and brief version of what happened between a man and a woman. The gossip and whispers I'd heard at picnics and the few other events I attended did not approach reality either. They'd all spoken of a man's cock and what he did with it. No one had spoken of what a man could do with his mouth.

At first I was astonished he'd put his head between my legs. Why would he want to do that? He would be able to see things I'd never even seen, and it was my body. When his tongue flicked out and ran over the sensitive flesh, I bucked, the surprise and intensity of feeling so great. His hands, at first holding my thighs open, shifted to cup my bottom and hold me in place. I couldn't move, couldn't shift my hips either into, or away from, what his mouth was doing.

I couldn't say exactly what his intentions were, nor did I care. Pressing my heels into the mattress, I arched my back and sank into Finn's attentions. I had no other man for comparison, but I could surmise from the way I was panting, the way my skin was slick with sweat, the way I felt like something was building, burning inside of me, that he was very adept at his task.

"Finn, I...I don't know what to do," I said, my voice breathless, my body screaming, aching for something.

His tongue had moved to this small place, to this one spot...right, oh yes, right there. Ever so gently, he flicked it and it was as if I'd been struck by lightning, the pleasure so intense, so hot, I saw white behind my closed eyelids. But it wasn't enough. I wanted, needed more. I didn't know what it was though, and I whimpered.

"You don't have to do anything but feel, Caro." Finn's breath was hot on my sensitive flesh. He moved one hand from my bottom to stroke over the places his mouth had been before circling the opening to my woman's core. Ever so gently he nudged in, only the very top of his finger inside. As it went round and round, I thought I would surely die from pleasure. It was too much and I told him so.

"I'll take care of you," he assured me. I didn't know how, but I had to believe. Instead of stopping as I imagined him to do, he lowered his head once again, his tongue laving my flesh while his finger nudged in a little deeper until...yes!

"That's the spot, isn't it?" he asked, but I assumed it was a rhetorical question because I didn't know the answer. It most certainly was a
spot
and his finger, nudging it along with the magic of his tongue had me climbing higher and higher until I couldn't take it anymore and I shattered into a million pieces.  I fell apart with complete abandon, the pleasure so incredible I screamed Finn's name. On and on it went, on and on Finn worked my body. Finally, after a duration I didn't know, I returned to myself. I lay replete on the bed, wilted, damp with sweat, sated in a way I never imagined. Finn's mouth was still on me, his finger still sliding over the spot inside.

"Again," he said, and set about his task with equal, if not more, fervor than before.

This time, my body was primed, overly sensitive and it didn't take long to recognize I would shatter once again. This time, the pleasure was exquisitely sharp, bordering on painful. "No more. I...I can't take any more."

My fingers were in his hair and I was holding him in place against me. When had I put them there? Releasing my grip, he lifted his head, wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his whiskers rasping.

Coming up to his knees, he kept his finger inside of me. Instead of pulling it free, he added another. "You're so tight."

"What was that?" I asked, overwhelmed by what Finn had just done.

He grinned. "You just came. Twice." His fingers started to move, in and out. "You're so wet. Feel that?"

I winced, a hint of pain mixing with the simmering feelings his fingers elicited.

"Your maidenhead. It's right there. I'm only in to my first knuckles, baby." It was hard to concentrate on his words when his fingers continued to move. "I'm going to fill you right up."

I glanced between us to his cock, which now was a dark plum color; thick veins pulsed up the long length, clear liquid seeping from the blunt head.

"Do you need to be filled, Caro?"

"Oh, god, Finn," I panted. How was it possible to want to feel that bliss again? I wanted to...come again. This time, however, I did want his cock in me. My inner walls clenched down on the tip of his fingers in anticipation. I felt...empty and the idea of him filling me up, as he'd said, made me say, "Yes. Yes, please."

Leaning forward, he braced himself on one hand as he pulled his fingers free from my opening. I frowned, feeling neglected. "Finn, wait. Don't stop."

He lined his cock up to where his fingers had been, the blunt head pressing forward and spreading me open. "I won't stop, baby. I'm going to make you mine."

Slowly, he pushed forward, his cock stretching me wider and wider until he paused, just an inch or two in. His green eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them, his cheeks ruddy and his jaw clenched tight.

"Finn?" I panted. Was this it? Was this fucking? Thinking I was supposed to move, I shifted my hips and his cock stroked over the spot his fingers had worked. My eyes widened and he grinned down at me.

"Just a pinch, baby, then all pleasure." He didn't wait any more, didn't leave me guessing as to what fucking meant one second longer, because he shifted his hips and pushed into me all the way, the blunt end of his cock bottoming out within me.

I gasped at the feel of my maidenhead tearing, but it wasn't as painful as what I'd been told. So far, everything I'd ever heard had been wrong. There was no pain, only discomfort and the strange sensation of being filled so completely. He was so big he stretched me wide. "All right?" he asked, his voice rough. Looking at him, I could see he was holding himself still by a tight rein. He was doing it for me, letting me adjust. He'd said he'd wait to fuck me until I was ready, until I begged. I had begged. He'd said he’d give me only pleasure now that I was his, so I nodded, ready to...to come again.

"Good girl." He smiled, then started to move, pulling back then filling me deep, over and over.

I could hear the sound of my wetness - my arousal - coating his cock, making his penetration slick and easy. I squeezed my knees against his hips as I ran my feet over his calves, the hair there soft. I grabbed hold of his back, as if holding on for dear life, but he wouldn't let me go anywhere. I was pinned, trapped, joined with Finn. I felt the ripples of his muscles bunch and flex with each shift of his hips. As my hands slid lower over his bottom, I pulled him into me, wanting him deep. Somewhere inside his cock rubbed and each time it did so, it made me moan. After coming two times, I recognized I was close once again. Finn must have noticed as well because he reached between us and rubbed his thumb over the place he'd worked with his tongue earlier.

"Come, Caro. Let me see your pleasure as you come all over my cock."

I did. At his command, my body shuddered and let go, my inner walls clenching his cock again and again, trying to pull him in deeper. My pleasure was even more intense with him inside of me than either time I came before. This was heaven on earth. This was carnal. This was...bliss.

Finn's hips moved faster, harder, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my body before he arched his back and groaned. I felt his cock thicken within me just before he found his own pleasure. It took him a minute to calm his breathing, his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress as I felt his breath hot on my neck. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out and I felt wetness seep from me.

"Am I bleeding?" I asked, a little panicked. Had the pummeling of his cock injured my insides?

Finn, who did not seem worried in the slightest, reached between us and dipped his fingers into the wetness, lifted them up so I could see. "My seed. I filled you with my seed to overflowing."

"Oh," I replied, smiling. My brain most assuredly was mush. "Is it always like this? I'd heard stories, but there was no comparison."

Finn moved from the bed, grabbed the cloth I'd used to dry myself by the creek, and returned. Carefully, he nudged my thighs apart and stroked the flesh between. "Sore?"

I nodded sheepishly, sleepily. "A little."

"I took you hard. Your pussy's all red and swollen." His fingers lingered between my thighs, reverently slipping over my heated flesh. The touch was so gentle it didn't hurt and it made me, - for the first time in my life - feel safe. He'd taken my body, but gave me something in return. Pleasure. Again and again. "To answer your question, no. It's never like this."

I'd just met the man only a few hours before and now I was married to him. I'd let him take my virginity - with swift and tender skill on his part - and he'd planted his seed inside me. All of a sudden, it was too much. The wonderful feelings he'd wrung from my body, the long day,
everything,
inundated me and came out in tears. Afraid he'd be mad at my sudden change in demeanor, I turned my head away and covered my eyes with a hand.

"Oh, Caro, don't cry."

"Why...why do you call me that?" I asked between sobs.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me into his lap, tucked my head beneath his chin and held me tightly. His skin was warm, the hairs against my cheek tickled. His scent was verdant and virile.

"It suits you," he replied, his hand stroking over my wayward hair.

"How can you say that when we've known each other less than a day? I'm not like this, letting a man take liberties like you have."

"I should hope not," he grumbled, before shrugging. "I've heard it happens this way sometimes."

Using my fingers to wipe at my tear stained cheeks, I asked, "What happens this way?"

"I've heard said that meeting your mate is like being struck by a bolt of lightning. When I first laid eyes on you, it was like that."

I thought back to my first glimpse of him at the stage. It had been like that, like my breath had been stolen from my lungs. But his mate? He spoke as if we were destined for each other.

"Did you feel it, Caro?"

I was not used to a man who expressed his feelings. At least not without anger and shouting. I nodded. "Yes," I whispered.

He squeezed me to him, as if afraid I might disappear.

"It's too fast," I told him, sniffling. "This...everything. It shouldn't be like this.
You
shouldn't be like this."

"Oh? Be like what?"

I looked out into the sparse room and considered how he'd treated me thus far. "Gentle. Considerate."

"I should be the savage outlaw and ravish you against your will?"

The idea had my skin heating, my body softening, my nipples tightening. "I am not used to kind men," I admitted.

"You mean you're used to cruel men," he clarified.

"Yes."

In one motion, Finn had me off his lap and tossed onto the bed. "Up on your hands and knees and grab the bars of the headboard." His voice had changed, his tone stern, the octave lower. Gone was every trace of the gentle man who'd just held me.

"Finn, what are you--"

"Do what I say, Caro."

Turning slowly, I moved into the position he asked, grabbing hold of the cool bars. Looking over my shoulder, I waited for what he intended next.

"I'm not always gentle or considerate. I can be rough. In fact, I like it rough. Bend forward and lift your ass in the air. Higher."

Doing so had my shoulders lowering, my bottom and no doubt my womanhood on complete display.

"The men you knew were cruel. I'm not. I'm going to take you again, Caroline."

He moved behind me, his cock once more thick and long, ready to fuck me. I clenched my inner walls in anticipation.

"I'm not going to be kind. Or gentle." He stroked a hand down my back, the touch firm, and he gripped my hip, pulling me back so I felt his cock against my slippery core. "Or considerate."

After a moment of his cock nudging into place, he slid in deep in one quick thrust. I cried out at the speed of it, the surprise at being filled so deeply. I was a little sore, my inner walls stretching to accommodate the sheer size of him. He pulled back, rammed in again.

"This, Caro, this isn't cruel." His breathing soughed from his lungs, his words labored.

I cried out every time his hips slammed into mine, each time the blunt head of his cock bumped into my womb. I was so wet, so slick from his earlier seed the sound filled the room. Flesh slapped against flesh. Finn's large hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts, his fingers stroking over my nipples, pulling and tugging on them almost painfully.

The added sensation had me clutching him from within, as if my body wanted to hold him in deep. But Finn would have nothing of it. This was Finn claiming me. He was
taking
me.

"This is fucking, Caroline. Rough. Hot. Sweaty."

Yes, yes it was. I could feel my pleasure building, like I was climbing a mountain and desperately wanting to get to the pinnacle.

"Am I being considerate?" He lowered himself so his chest aligned the length of my back so his voice was right at my ear.