Home in Your Arms (6 page)

Drugs passed freely in the area and people would do anything
to get them, even if it meant capturing the head of the Royal Guard and using
him for ransom. In fact, catching him would serve several purposes including
letting those who hated him seek their revenge.

The drug use had led to sex trafficking and prostitution,
which was one of the reasons he wanted to get through the area as soon as
possible. Lexi would stand out among the others, drawing attention. Without
backup, he’d be outnumbered if it came down to a fight.

Lexi flinched. “Well, we’d better make up some lost time,
then.”

Without saying another word, she began running. He watched
as she ran ahead of him, her bottom shaking with each step. Damn, she was so
breathtakingly sexy.

She glanced over her shoulder and called out, “You do
realize I don’t know where I’m going, right?”

He laughed and caught up with her. His training with the
Royal Guards included long distance running but he was surprised to see that
Lexi matched him step for step.

“I also ran with the long distance team in college,” she
said.

He grinned and picked up his pace. The south trail would
take them right to the palace but they’d have to go the long way around the
Enchanted Fields. He wouldn’t risk taking Lexi near the fields. It wasn’t worth
the hazard.

As he ran, he scanned the surroundings. If Andrew had been
with him, the two would take turns leading and scanning but it was all up to
him now. He realized they were getting close to the Wooden Brothel. He slowed
down to a jog.

“We’re about to reach an area that is semi-safe during the
day but very dangerous at night. Don’t talk to anyone. If they ask who you are,
let me answer. These people cannot be trusted.”

He hated that the brothel was still in service. He had asked
the king many times to close it but the king wouldn’t agree. The women and men who
worked there were all criminals and drug addicts. They’d do anything to feed
their addictions. He wondered several times why the king allowed it to stay
open but couldn’t think of a reason.

He hoped they could make it past the brothel without any
incidents but he wasn’t that naïve. If they tried to go past the brothel
without saying hello, they’d be killed.

He slowed down and was soon strolling. Lexi did the same.
Looking at her was painful at times. It reminded him that he had failed the queen
on a mission similar to this. His team had been selected to take her from the
royal retreat to the palace.

Not all had made it though. He and Andrew were the only ones
to escape with their lives that day. In the days that followed, he’d wished he
had died too. His entire body throbbed with pain from the memory.

Lexi reached out and grabbed his hand. “Hey,” she said. “We’ll
be okay.”

He looked down at her and saw sympathy in her eyes. She didn’t
know what he thought about but still she offered her comfort. He pulled her
into his arms and held her tightly. She hugged him back. She would need to know
soon though, before they got any closer.

“I
will
get you to the palace,” he vowed as he let
her go.

“I know you will,” she replied with a smile.

* * * * *

Lexi didn’t speak as she walked next to Ian. He was worried
even though he tried to hide it. The shadows that kept dancing across his face
gave it away. She wouldn’t press him about it, though. He would talk about it
when the time was right.

Ahead she could see a saloon that looked like it was right
out of the Old West. She half expected to see John Wayne come through the
swinging doors. Loud, rowdy singing made its way on the wind and she was sure
that inside, someone played a piano.

“Is that the place you were talking about?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes. That’s the Wooden Brothel. It’s Sinoda’s
oldest and only saloon. Drinking and whoring is illegal everywhere else in the
realm but is legal here.”

So it
was
something right out of the Old West. Ian’s
tone let her know it wasn’t a good thing, though.

“Can we just go past it without being seen?” It seemed like
the logical solution.

He shook his head. “No. There’s a certain level of etiquette
that must be upheld, even here.” He sighed and went on, “We must enter the
saloon and say hello before we can move on.”

“And if we don’t?”

“We would be killed. Believe me, they already know we’re
approaching. The bird chirping above us isn’t a bird. It’s Reverend, the head
of the Wooden Brothel’s security. And he’s warning the others that a member of
the Royal Guard is coming.”

A tree branch rustled above her head and she looked up to
see a massive man hidden in the leaves. He grinned down at her revealing that
he only had a few teeth. She briefly wondered if he had ever been an actual
reverend. It seemed hard to believe. It was probably a nickname given to him
for being the opposite of a reverend.

She smiled back at him just in case it would be rude not to
and picked up her pace. This place was starting to make her nervous. Her
stomach was churning so much that she thought she was going to be sick.

They reached the Wooden Brothel and Ian went through the
swinging doors first. She took a deep breath before following him. Once her
eyes adjusted to the dark room, she wasn’t surprised at what she saw. Any
cowboy from the Old West would have certainly felt at home there.

The bar ran the entire length of the long wall and men and
women packed it full. Tables were scattered across the floor and people sat
drinking and playing poker. Cigarette smoke—and maybe smoke of another kind
too—was thick in the air and she coughed.

From the second floor, she could hear laughter and the soft
cooing of women. Some leaned against the stairway rail, revealing their low-cut
clothing. She could only assume that was where the whores took their customers.
It surprised her that there also appeared to be men whores. She wondered if
they were as busy as the women were.

A large woman wearing a light pink see-through nightie
sauntered over to her. Her dark brown areolas pressed tight against the
material leaving no doubt that she was aroused.

“See anything you like, hon?” the woman asked as she ran her
fingers over Lexi’s arm. “Maybe a double fuck for you and your man? I have just
the girl. She’s real flexible and loves to bend over backward, if you know what
I mean.”

Lexi felt her entire face flush. Wow, this woman was bold
and could create quite the mental image.

“Uh, no thanks.”

The woman wasn’t about to give up though. “So you two would
prefer one of my handsome men then? I know just whom you would like. Matthew
was in the Royal Guard before he came here. How would you like to be fucked in
the front by your man and fucked in the back by Matthew? See how it feels to
have Sinoda’s finest fuc—”

Ian apparently had heard enough and snapped, “That’s enough,
Colleen. We’re just here for a drink. Go find someone else.”

The woman, Colleen, winked. “Don’t let him fool you, honey.
He and Andrew take women like that all the time.” Someone yelled her name
across the room and she grabbed her breasts and shook them in the direction of
the voice. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” she called
over her shoulder as she left.

Lexi watched as Colleen went to a man sitting at the bar and
unzipped his pants. She then pulled out his cock and began giving him a
blowjob. Her skilled mouth worked him in and out and the man held her head in
place.

Lexi’s heart began to pound as she watched Colleen sucking
the man. She knew that her own pussy was growing wet and the idea aroused her
more than anything did. What would it be like to do that to Ian right now?
Others were doing it… Why not them?

Ian touched her arm and she made a sound of surprise and
guilt. His eyes were dark with arousal too as he looked at her.

“This is not the place for that,” he said into her ear. “We
must have our drink and then leave.”

She nodded and could feel her cheeks turning pink. God, what
must he think of her?

He leaned over. “I’m so hard for you right now.”

To prove his point, he pressed up against her back showing
how hard he was. She rubbed against him before he created a slight distance
between their bodies.

“And when I get you to the palace, we are going to fuck
until we can’t move,” he said as he kissed the back of her neck. “I will lay
you on the feather mattress and show you how much I desire you.”

He led her to the bar and ordered them a drink as if he hadn’t
just spoken those words. She wasn’t so sure she could act normal. Her heart was
pounding and her knees were shaking. All around them people were engaging in
various sexual acts. The room even smelled like sex mixed with smoke and
alcohol.

The throbbing in her pussy had not let up as she sat on a
barstool. She wanted nothing more than to rub a hand over her breasts and then
move it lower…but she knew she could never do that in a room full of people.

A clock chimed on the wall and everyone around them cheered.

“What’s that?” she asked Ian, trying to get her mind off her
arousal.

Ian’s face tightened. “It must be eight.”

“What does that mean?”

Before he could answer, the lights went out in the bar, leaving
it completely black. Lexi couldn’t even see her hand if she held it to her
face. Throughout the room, she could hear moans of pleasure and other sexual
sounds.

She opened her mouth to speak when a warm hand stroked her
thigh. It ran slowly down her leg and then began making its way back up, this
time under her skirt.

“Ian?”

“Shhh,” he said, his breath hot against her neck. “I thought
we could avoid this. You’re just going to have to go with it. I promise no one
else will touch you though.”

His lips covered hers as his hand reached her pussy. His
fingers knew right where to go even in the dark. He toyed and played with her
as the room grew louder with grunts and moans. She could hear the slurping
sound as someone received oral sex nearby. Everything happening around them was
fueling her own desire. She wanted Ian. Now.

Someone yelled, “Yes. Yes. Oh god. Yes.” repeatedly.

Ian entered a finger into her aching folds and began moving in
tempo with the voice across the room. Lexi’s hips lifted to meet him and she
wished he would put his dick inside her.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said. “But not here. Not
like this. Not when so many are near.”

He pulled his finger out and then she could feel him
lowering to his knees. He didn’t lift her skirt but went underneath instead,
kissing her leg as he made his way up.

She leaned against the bar for support and opened her legs
wide as his mouth reached her clit. He sucked and toyed with her and her head
fell back in pleasure. Her hands went to her breasts and she kneaded them.

In the back of her mind, she wondered what it would be like
to have Andrew there with them. Colleen had said that Ian and Andrew had done
it together before. Lexi’s breath hitched in her throat at the idea. Just
thinking about Ian eating her out while Andrew fondled her made her cream.

“Come for me, baby,” Ian said against her pussy. His face
was slightly scratchy with a five o’clock shadow and she rubbed her bare flesh
against him.

In her mind, Andrew would free her breast and suck her
nipples. She pulled her breast free from the corset and ran her fingernail over
her nipple but that wasn’t what she wanted. No, she needed to feel a hot tongue
against her skin.

A warm breath blew on her nipple and then covered it, hot
and knowing. She reached out and pulled the person closer, wanting more. Teeth
grazed her nipple while phantom hands felt her other breast.

Ian fucked her pussy with his mouth while her phantom sucked
her breast. Her body was no longer her own and she didn’t care. Caught up in
the moment, all she could do was feel.

Her phantom pulled back and she whimpered. Before she could
call him back, something clamped down on her nipple and then on the other. She
suddenly felt a vibrating that shook her to her core. The phantom pulled her
face into his rough hands and kissed her.

She reached down and found his cock, hard in his pants. He
thrust his hips against her hand. She unbuttoned them and his dick sprang into
her hand. If only she could find a way to lower herself on the barstool. Then
she could pleasure her phantom as he pleasured her.

As if sensing her thoughts, her seat lowered slightly. It
was all she needed. With his help, her mouth covered the head of his cock. She
licked the come on the tip and then began to suck him. His hips thrust, pushing
his cock deep into her mouth. She didn’t gag, though. Instead, she used her
hands to tug his balls.

The vibrating at her nipples grew more intense and she bobbed
her head faster in response. The man held her still as he came in her mouth.
She swallowed every drop until he pulled back. His mouth caught hers and she
wondered if he could taste himself on her lips.

He pressed her nipples and the vibrations sent her out of control.

“Oh,” she cried out against the man. “I can’t take any more.
I’m going to come.”

The pressure in her pussy was so tight that she felt as if
she were breaking.

“Come for me,” Ian urged.

“Come for me,” the phantom man said at the same time.

The words sent her over and she climaxed with a scream. Her
entire body shook and she felt the juices from her pussy squirting out. Ian’s
mouth was right there, sucking them up, causing her to tremble even more.

She fell back against the bar, panting in exhaustion. Gentle
hands removed the nipple clamps and placed a kiss on each breast.

“Thank you,” she said as the lips brushed her own.

“It was my pleasure,” a familiar voice replied.