Authors: J. R. Roberts
Crossing the Line (15 page)
Clint narrowed his eyes as if he was staring through to Tom's soul. “Was she really shot by accident?”
“Yes,” Tom said instantly. “She was trying to grab Carl and pull him behind her table. It was a mistake.”
“All right then.” With that, Clint turned and walked away.
“What now?” Tom asked.
“Now we play some poker.”
THIRTY-TWO
Since Sadie insisted that her brother wouldn't try going to the cabin until late morning or early afternoon, Clint rented a room across the street and down a ways from Pace's Emporium. That way, they wouldn't be sleeping somewhere that had already been attacked by the same man who was on the loose. Also, Clint could simply look out the window to get a good look at the front of Pace's.
If anyone was coming up the street, he could catch sight of them.
If anyone made it into the small hotel he'd chosen for the night, he could hear the stairs squeak.
If someone got through all of that, they would have to kick down a door and come in awfully quick to avoid catching a bullet from Clint's modified Colt.
“Did you see the look on that old man's face when you asked for a room?” Sadie chuckled as she opened the drawers of the bureau situated against the wall. “I swear he looked like he was about to throw a fit.”
“Do you know him?”
“I believe I've seen him once or twice.”
“Then he's probably afraid I'll take you up here to steal your virtue,” Clint said.
Despite the fact that both of them knew what the old man was shocked about, Sadie said, “That must be it. We probably could have just stayed at that game until it was time to wait for Carl. It didn't show any signs of stopping when we left.”
“We've been playing cards for almost eight hours. Any longer and I wouldn't be able to see much of anything other than the inside of my eyelids.”
“Are you telling me the great Gunsmith can't play cards all night long?” she chided.
“Not when I'm also watching you as well as all the doors in Pace's and everyone inside. If we stay in one place, it'll just make it easier for someone to come after us.”
“You still think someone is after me? Wasn't I right about Tom?”
“Sure,” Clint replied. “He knew plenty, but he didn't know everything. George is still out there. He's desperate and dumb as ever, which means we can't predict what the hell he might do. A man like that doesn't even try to make sense. That's about the only thing that makes him dangerous.”
“You could kill him on sight.” Narrowing her eyes, Sadie added, “I could kill him just as easy.”
“I'm sure you could. All the more reason for us to get some rest instead of playing poker all night.”
Sadie's mood brightened when she dug her hands into the pockets of her skirts and pulled out a few small bundles of cash. “If I kept winning, they probably would have kicked us out anyway.”
“I doubt it,” Clint grunted as he sat upon the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots. “I lost more than enough to make up the difference.”
“We could always go win it back.”
“After all that fighting you did with that barkeep, I thought you'd be more tired than this.”
“Oh, that was nothing,” she said with an offhanded wave. “He made a remark about never serving liquor to anyone of my color and I chewed him out for it.” Seeing the expression on Clint's face, Sadie added, “Those were his words, not mine.”
“Well, you gave him plenty of your own words while I was talking to Tom.”
“I sure did. What did he say, anyhow?”
“I'm still mulling that over. How about I tell you once I've drawn some more conclusions.”
“Is that a friendly way of saying you want me to stop pestering you?”
“More or less,” Clint replied.
She stood in front of him as Clint sat on the edge of the bed. When Sadie looked down at him, her hair fell over her shoulder to brush against his face. Reaching out to tug at the buttons of his shirt, she asked, “What about now? You still want me to stop pestering you?”
“Not exactly, but . . .”
“But what? I've been wanting to do this all night long. You might even say I've wanted to do this ever since the last time you were in town.”
Clint placed his hands upon her hips to feel the rounded curves of her body. “Then by all means, pester away.”
THIRTY-THREE
Even though she was standing and Clint was seated, Sadie wasn't much taller than him. As she worked the buttons on his shirt, Clint moved his hands up and down along Sadie's body. Her round hips flowed down into strong legs, and when Clint reached around, he found a plump, inviting backside.
“There now,” she purred. “Isn't that nice?”
“It sure is.”
“You've done so much, why don't you just lay back and let me do some work?”
“Work, huh?”
She smirked as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans off. “Well, I suppose that depends on how vigorous you do things.”
Looking directly into Clint's eyes, she wrapped her hands around his stiffening cock and stroked him up and down. The harder he got, the wider she smiled. As he grew to his full length, she even looked pleasantly surprised. The surprise became even more pleasant when Clint reached under her skirts to pull down the few garments she wore beneath them.
Her skin was the color of chocolate and was softer than cream. Every new place he put his hands brought a new sound from the back of Sadie's throat. Soon, she leaned her head back and stroked his cock while Clint explored every inch of warm flesh between her legs. She was damp when he first touched her down there, but was nearly dripping wet by the time he rubbed the sensitive nub of her clitoris.
“Oh, Lord,” she moaned. Gathering up her skirts, she kept them up above her waist so Clint's hand could move freely. Sadie even spread her knees apart and straddled his legs as though she were riding a horse.
Clint was having a hell of a time watching the expression on her face turn from arousal to something much more intense. She clenched her eyes shut tightly and reached out to grip his shoulder with one hand. As her lower body started to tremble, she pumped against his fingers in short, quick little motions.
When Clint curled his fingers inside of her, he knew the exact moment he found her sweet spot. Sadie tried to say something, but could only get out a few choppy grunts before drawing a deep breath and holding it. Her grip on his shoulder tightened and she bit down on her lower lip. For a few seconds, she was completely still. Then, an orgasm pulsed through her from head to toe and she let out a slow sigh.
Opening her eyes, Sadie said, “I was supposed to be the one doing the work.”
“Then get started,” Clint told her.
She raised her eyebrows at the challenging tone in his voice and slid her hand all the way down to the base of his erection. Lifting herself up onto her tip-toes, she positioned her hips over him and guided his cock between the moist lips of her pussy. Sadie ground back and forth while slowly taking him inside. When he was in far enough, she placed her hand upon his shoulder and eased the rest of the way down.
Clint grabbed on to her hips and started to pump, but was stopped when she pressed more of her weight down upon him. Now that he was pinned beneath her, Sadie warned, “I'm the one doing the work, remember? You just sit there and let me do it.”
Although Clint wasn't about to let go of her, he loosened his grip so his hands were just resting upon her sides. She wriggled back and forth while pulling her dress up over her head. There was some tugging and squirming involved, but the dress was soon on the floor behind her. Besides that, Clint didn't mind her squirming one bit.
Sadie's body wasn't plump, but she had wide, generous curves. Her breasts swayed with every move she made, and her large, dark nipples soon became hard with anticipation. Clint could feel a tension in her legs which had nothing to do with the way she straddled him. Everything about her, right down to the breaths she took, was excited for what was to come. Fortunately, she didn't make him wait much longer.
Once again resting her hands upon Clint's shoulders, she started rocking back and forth against him. Every now and then, she shifted her weight an inch or two to one side or the other so he moved within her at a slightly different angle. Those subtle motions were more than enough to make Clint become even harder inside of her. Before long, it became difficult for him to rein himself in.
Smiling at the frustration building in him, Sadie mused, “Having a tough time, Clint?”
“On the contrary. Things couldn't be much better from where I sit.”
“Well, now.” Sadie purred as she slid the palms of her hands from Clint's shoulders down to his chest. “Let's just see what I can do about that.”
She rocked a bit more, but also started lifting herself up and down. Using her hands against his chest for support, Sadie built up a powerful head of steam in a short amount of time. It wasn't long before Clint felt like he had to hang on to her just so she wouldn't fall off of him. Of course, she was holding on so tight that it would have taken a hell of a lot for her to lose her grip.
Sadie arched her back and shook her head until her long, dark hair surrounded her face like a mane. Low, rumbling groans came from the back of her throat like growls as she began digging her fingernails into Clint's flesh. That stung for a brief moment, but quickly added spice to what he was already feeling.
Encouraging her with a few little swats to her buttocks, Clint started pumping his hips up into her every time she rocked back. Sadie let out an appreciative moan and leaned back a bit farther. Holding on to her hips, Clint kept her from rocking any more so he could pump between her legs with more force.
Instead of fighting him, Sadie leaned back and supported herself with her hands upon Clint's knees. She spread her legs wide for him and moaned louder as he pounded up into her again and again. Her pussy was slick with moisture now and clenched around his cock as another orgasm started to ripple through her lower body.
Clint didn't say a word as he started to stand up. Following his lead, Sadie climbed off of him and stepped back. Before she could ask what he was doing, Clint wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep kiss. Sadie was still in the heat of their lovemaking, so she immediately slipped her tongue into Clint's mouth. She even let out a few muffled groans as she felt his rigid penis rub against her.
Holding her in place, Clint walked around behind her. He wrapped his arms around her again, cupping her generous breasts and rubbing against the smooth curves of her backside. Sadie didn't need any more prompting than that to spread her legs again and lean forward to grab on to the chair where he'd previously been sitting. Before she could look back to check on him, Clint was easing into her from behind.
He took the first couple of strokes at a leisurely pace, sliding in and out in a smooth rhythm. Then, Clint gripped her hips a bit tighter and started thrusting in earnest. Sadie bucked against him eagerly. She was so eager, in fact, that she almost tipped the chair over by leaning against it.
“Better move this before we start breaking furniture,” she said as she wriggled free of him. She walked across the small room as if she enjoyed every second she was naked in front of him. Then, like a sleek cat, she crawled onto the bed and lowered her upper body so it was resting upon the mattress and her backside was up in the air. “Well, aren't you coming?”
“Just admiring the view,” Clint said as he walked over to the bed. He admired her for a few more seconds as she slowly twitched her hips back and forth. He placed a hand upon the small of her back and used his other hand to guide his penis between her thighs. She was wetter than ever, so he slid in without a hitch.
Clint wanted to take it easy, but was unable to hold back for long. Sadie's body fit him like a glove and she knew just when to move or clench her muscles to fit even tighter around him. She moaned in a constant rumble that also got her hands clawing at the blankets. When Clint quickened his pace, Sadie responded by moaning louder and gently rocking back and forth in time to his thrusts.
When he felt his climax approaching, Clint knew better than to hold it back. Everything from the feel of her skin against his hands to the warmth of her body was helping him build into a powerful wave that threatened to explode at any second. He pulled in a few deep breaths and rubbed Sadie's smooth buttocks as he continued to slide in and out of her.
“Just a little more, now,” she urged. “Do it harder, Clint. I won't break.”
Clint didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips and buried his cock all the way inside her, eliciting a groan of pleasure that seemed to have come all the way from Sadie's toes. He then leaned forward to run his hands along her sides. She rose up and arched her back so she could reach back and slide her fingers through Clint's hair.
For a second, he thought he wouldn't be able to stay inside of her from that angle. But Sadie bent in just the right way to accommodate him. In fact, he felt something completely new as he entered her from that slightly different angle. She liked that angle just as much as he did, because Sadie started breathing heavily and letting out long, throaty moans.
“Good Lord, Clint. That's . . . I never . . . oh, good Lord.”
Sadie started to go limp as if her orgasm was leaving her too weak to remain upright. Clint reached around to cup her breasts and keep her in the position that had brought her to such a state. Every time Clint thrust into her, he bumped against her rounded buttocks. When he pushed in a bit more from there, he unleashed something inside of her that sent a powerful quake throughout Sadie's entire body.
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