Outlaw Rose

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Outlaw Rose

ISBN # 978-1-78184-236-2

©Copyright Celeste Rupert 2013

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright February 2013

Edited by Rebecca Douglas

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Published in 2013 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

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OUTLAW ROSE

Celeste Rupert

Rose would do whatever was necessary to get the gold back from the bank robbers. Enjoying it was an unexpected bonus.

Rose had a plan.

After all her planning and hard work, she was about to hit the payoff—until the bank was robbed, the gold stolen right out from under her nose. Rose wasn’t about to give up without a fight, but catching up with the outlaws was the easy part.

When Tucker finds the little bank teller tailing them, he needs to keep her from running to the posse, and her proposal sounds like way more fun than what he had in mind. But in this band of outlaws they split everything three ways—he’s going to have to learn to share.

What Rose had thought was a straightforward plan quickly becomes more complicated. Maybe these law breakers can work together…in more ways than one.

Dedication

To my friends, for implying that I couldn’t do it.

I’m just that contrary.

Thank you.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

Colt: Colt’s Manufacturing Company

Chapter One

A branch cracked. Rose crouched down in the shadow of a nearby bush and hoped her dark dress and the overcast night would be enough to hide her from view. The footsteps grew nearer and she held her breath. Her heart pounded so loud in her ears that she was afraid it would lead him straight to her. She tried to calm down.

It was quiet. She strained her ears for any sign he was coming closer. The silence pressed in on her as she squinted through the darkness, searching for movement. There was nothing but the faint rustle of nearby leaves in the night breeze. She breathed out a sigh.

He was gone.

She sensed the movement a split second before she felt the hand close over her arm. She fought with all her strength, jerking backwards to try to break his grip, until the loud, metallic click of a hammer being drawn back echoed through the night. She froze.

“That’s better.” His voice was a low growl and she felt the steel barrel of his pistol against her cheek. He lifted her to her toes, bringing his face down close to hers. She could smell the coffee on his breath, then his face was close enough to see clearly. His strong jaw and full lips had been hidden by the mask the day before, but she remembered his eyes, which registered surprise as he recognised her. “You! You’re that little snip of a bank teller.” He pressed the gun harder into the soft skin of her face. “What the hell are you doing sneaking around our camp?”

“I followed you.”

“Why?”

“The posse took off to the south, thinking you’d head for Mexico. I…” She hesitated, until the pistol jerked again. “I took a chance.”

“Stupid of you. I can’t let you go now, or you’ll just run to the sheriff.” He twisted, and she realised he was looking around him. “I don’t like killing women, but you’ve put me in a bad spot.”

“No!” Her heart pounded in her ears.

“No?” He leaned over her menacingly. “Do you have another suggestion? We’ve made plans for that gold, and I don’t plan to let some pretty little bank teller get me hanged before I get around to spending it.”

“If you’ll let me live…” Her voice trailed off.

He gave her a shake, bouncing her off his broad chest, his hand like steel on her arm.

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

He froze and she collided with him again. “What?” he said.

She relaxed against him, trailing a trembling hand across his chest. She heard him suck in his breath, then jumped when his hand covered hers, holding it still.

“That’s a mighty tempting offer, miss, but what am I supposed to tell the boys? ‘Oh, the girl knows which way we went, but I let her go after I had my way with her?’ You know what they’ll say?” He put his face close to hers, holding onto her with both hands. She wondered where the gun was. “They’ll want to know why I didn’t bring you back to share.”

Her mind raced, searching for options, analysing the situation. It took her only a second to come to a conclusion. She needed to get into their camp and this might be her only chance. “You found me.” She pressed her breasts into his chest. “Seems to me you should be first.”

He chuckled and let go of her hand, still holding tightly to her upper arm. She slid her fingers down his sides, then back up again. He swallowed audibly. With his free hand he tugged at the bodice of her dress, ripping the buttons off as he tore it open, then made short work of her thin cotton chemise. The sound of tearing cloth was loud in the darkness. The night air was cool on her skin, and her nipples peaked in response. His eyes were glued to her loose breasts. She took a deep breath and watched his face tighten at the movement.

He grabbed for her left breast, squeezing hard enough that she cried out, looking down at his dark hand on her pale skin. She watched as he released his grip, only to pinch the tip between his work-roughened fingers. She caught her breath and tried to pull back but he didn’t loosen his hold. She cried out again as her nipple stretched, and he let go, only to switch to her other breast and start all over. He reached for her peak, and her stomach clenched in anticipation. When he rolled the sensitive skin she felt dampness between her thighs and drew in a shaky breath. She needed to keep her mind clear if she was going to get that gold for herself, but the sensations and sight of his strong fingers on her sensitive skin were driving her to distraction.

She dropped to her knees at his feet and he released his hold on her upper arm to set a hand over the butt of the pistol. He didn’t trust her.
That’s all right
, she thought, since she wasn’t trustworthy. She ran a hand lightly over the bulge in his heavy, denim pants and he hissed and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it loose from the braid. She unbuttoned his pants then reached inside, closing her fingers around his cock. He moaned and she looked up, disappointed that she couldn’t see his face in the darkness. She tugged gently until his erection sprang free, then slid her hand slowly over the tip. He tightened his hand on the back of her head and pushed her forward, leaving no doubt what he wanted from her. She breathed out, making sure he would feel her warm breath before she extended her tongue and ran it up the bottom of his shaft, making him moan again. She closed her mouth over the head and began to suck, teasing his tip with her tongue, pumping one hand up and down the shaft, bracing the other against his thigh.

He panted above her, and she could feel how tense his muscles were under her hand. Maybe this would be all it would take, if she could get him to come. She leant forwards, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. She swallowed, once, twice, and he grabbed her hair with both hands, holding her head still and pounding down her throat once more as streams of semen shot against the back of her throat, making her gag. She blinked her watering eyes as he pulled free of her mouth, his ragged breathing loud.

“You know how to suck a cock, Miss Bank Teller,” he said, still out of breath. “I wonder where you learnt such skills?”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m a woman of many talents.” She got to her feet and tried to pull the tatters of the dress across her breasts, only to jump when he reached out and snagged her wrist.

“Not so fast,” he said, trying to catch his breath. “What makes you think we’re finished here?”

She raised an eyebrow and dropped her chin to look down at his cock, limp against his trousers.

He laughed and pulled the fabric back to expose her breasts again. “Don’t you worry about that.” He cupped both her breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over the nipples, and she struggled not to lean into him. “You like that,” he said, his husky voice barely louder than a whisper. “Don’t you?”

She took a deep breath to calm herself, which had the unintended side effect of pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands. Her teeth dug into her lip as she fought to stifle a moan. He leant down and ran his tongue over first one nipple, then the other.

“It seems you’ve got some skills of your own,” she said, and, even to her own ears, her voice sounded breathy.

He chuckled, a warm sound that went straight to her core, his breath cooling her hot skin. Instead of answering, he closed his teeth over the nipple and she gasped, winding her hands into his hair and knocking his hat to the ground. He sucked hard for just a moment, the pulse running through her like wildfire, and when he pulled away she stumbled forward into his chest. His hands closed on her arms, he hooked his leg behind hers, tripping her, and the next thing she knew she was flat on her back on the uneven ground, a rock digging into her shoulder blade.

He pushed at her skirts, flipping them up around her middle and she pushed them back. His face appeared in front of her, his hand back on her breast. “Remember, Miss Bank Teller, this was your idea.” He gave the breast a squeeze that made her squirm. “I’m sure you have more skills to demonstrate. I know I do.” He disappeared from her vision and went back to battling her skirts. This time, she didn’t flip them back. He was right—this was all part of the plan.

She’d nearly forgotten about the plan—this common thief was clouding her judgement. She needed to find what she had come for and get away from his distracting influence. Maybe after he’d come twice he’d be so spent she could even escape, find the camp and the gold on her own.