The Outlaw (Montana Men Book 3) (6 page)

CAROLINE

I grabbed the front of my dress, lifting the hem off the floor and ran. This time, I was dashing away and Finn was letting me. He
wanted
me to escape. I didn't know the house at all, only the path from the front door to Finn's bedroom. The house was large, the size of mansions in Minneapolis. It must have had at least ten rooms, if not more, which was more than ample for a bachelor. Turning to the right, I took the hallway to the stairwell and worked my way down carefully, cautious not to trip in my haste. I heard no footfall behind me.

At the bottom I paused, looked left and right as I caught my breath. My heart was pounding, knowing if I stood still too long, Finn would find me. It was actually quite exhilarating knowing he was hunting me, because I knew that when he found me, he wouldn't hurt me, he'd only pleasure me. I laughed to myself, noticing for the first time my forgotten state of dress. My breasts were exposed, and I saw that the tips were soft again, although reddened by the tug of Finn's fingers. Hearing creaking floorboards overhead, I turned and fled.

When Finn first said I'd been a bad girl, my blood had run cold. Apprehension had me tilting up onto the balls of my feet, ready to either run or fight. I imagined bruises I could hide beneath long sleeves and high collars, stiff and sore muscles that would linger for days. But his response had me forgetting about that, and my thoughts veered to more carnal things. He'd take me on the kitchen table? He wanted me to be bad so he could...what? Take me as he wanted? When I saw his quick grin, the playful glint in his eye, he was interested in the chase.

I turned into a parlor, a large room with comfortable seating and a stone fireplace that took up most of one wall. Two windows brightened the room on either side. Crouching down, I hid behind one of the large chairs, where I could envision Finn reading with a roaring fire blazing on a dark, cold night. I heard no sound except for the loud ticking of a clock on the mantel, the beat of my heart.

"You need to work on your hiding skills."

I shrieked in surprise. Finn loomed over me, hands on hips. From my position close to the ground, he seemed even taller, more formidable.

"You must consider who is hunting you and why. Your dress is a beacon and quite difficult to hide."

The long hem curved around the leg of the chair, easily seen from across the room. Finn squatted down next to me, his long legs bending, the strong muscles of his thighs noticeable through the taut fabric of his pants. He grinned wickedly, quite pleased with himself.

"Now then, I believe I have you trapped."

I stood and took a step to run off again, but his arm came up and banded around my waist, pulling me back and into him. I could feel the warmth of his chest against my bare back, feel the steady beating of his heart.

"Now this, I like," he said as his breath fanned my neck. His hand cupped my breast. "Not a bit of modesty left, running around the house undressed. Perhaps I will keep my little captive naked."

He stood and lifted me so my feet didn't touch the ground; his height was that much greater. Turning, he bent me over the chair, the cushioned back against my belly. Before I could even guess to his next actions, he tugged my dress down and over my hips; the few buttons holding it closed popped off and skittered across the wood floor. I was naked. A large palm ran down the bumps of my spine and settled on the curve of my bottom.

Smack.

I jolted at the contact as his palm struck me in a way that stung, but didn't hurt.

"Bad girls get spankings, baby." He struck the other side next, the place heating in response.

"I'm a good girl!" I countered as he peppered my bottom over and over.

"Oh? Let's see." With his foot, he nudged my feet apart so he could see all of me. A finger dipped in and ran over my folds, over my thighs. "Mmm, dripping wet. My seed's all over." His finger slipped inside. "Time to fill you back up."

"Oh, yes," I sighed, wilting against the back of the chair. That one finger felt so good my inner walls clutched at it.

"So greedy. Your pussy is very, very greedy. Do you need my cock?"

I nodded, wiggling my hips to work him in deeper.

Smack.

"Bad girl. You take what I give you." I held still as he taunted me with that single digit. "You like it rough. You like your ass spanked. I think you're going to like this, too."

Standing upright, he pulled his finger from me and I moaned, feeling empty, my core clenching down on...nothing. Instead of taking it away, he slid it up higher so that it bumped against my back entrance. I jerked against his palm at my back. "Finn!" I shouted. "What are you...oh, you shouldn't."

He'd touched me there, my most darkest of places, intentionally. His hand shifted so his palm spread over the upper curve of my bottom, his finger replaced by his thumb. His other hand spread my cheeks apart.

"Yes, I should. I'm going to fuck you here. I'm going to fuck your ass and you're going to love it."

"No." I shook my head. "You couldn't possibly. You wouldn't fit." My palms pressed into the cushioned chair seat by my head.

"That's what you said about filling your pretty pussy, and my cock fits, doesn't it?"

The sensation of his thumb circling and pressing in slightly had me wincing, yet at the same time, wanting to shift my hips. It felt odd. Awkward. Strange. Unusual. Amazing. I clenched down, which had my pussy feeling empty and needy.

"I'm not going to take you here now. Not until I've stretched you enough in preparation. Do you like the feel of my thumb, baby? You don't have to answer, I can see you do."

"This is wrong," I countered, then moaned as he pushed in a little more. My body tightened in resistance.

"Oh no, this is so right." His thumb kept circling, circling, in an almost hypnotic way. Finn was gentle, considering what he was doing to me, allowing me to relax - as best I could - and know that he was going to be gentle. My breath escaped me in little pants, the air warm, my skin hot. And so I sunk into the chair, sunk into the new sensations he wrought from my body. At just the moment when I gave up the fight and his thumb sunk in, two fingers from his other hand slid into my pussy. I came. It was so unexpected, the combination of both holes being filled, the slightly painful sensation of his thumb embedded within me, had me crying out.

"Finn, oh yes!"

He worked me, fucking me with his fingers and thumb as my pleasure swamped me like a deluge.

As I recovered, he slipped his fingers from me, but left his thumb within, holding it still. Leaning forward, he kissed my damp nape. "Don't go anywhere," he murmured.

All at once, his body heat was gone and his thumb was pulled from me. With those sensitive tissues awakened, I cried out once again. I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to. He'd wrung me like a wet cloth, wilted and replete. He was only away for a few seconds. I heard the sound of a lid opening, like a jelly jar, tin on glass. I couldn't push myself up enough to see over the tall back of the chair. Finn leaned against me again, held something down near my face. "Know what this is?" he asked.

I frowned at the small object. "It's...it's a sock darner."

"Good girl." He pulled his hand away and then brought it back, holding several of them. The were made of wood, each with a long narrow handle with a broad head that went inside the toe of a sock allowing a hole to be repaired by needle and thread. But I was naked and sprawled over the back of a chair, my husband's thumb had just been inside of me, I had a feeling he was not about to darn socks.

"These were in Mrs. Campbell's sewing basket. I've confiscated them for another use. I think they will work quite well to train your ass. See, three sizes."

I gulped. "Finn, those are very large."

"None are as big as my cock. See this one - the smallest? I'll use it first and we'll work up to the largest."

"Right now?" The biggest one was daunting. His thumb had felt enormous. I had no idea how I could handle something of that size...there, even though its girth was truly smaller than Finn. This directed my thoughts back to Finn's cock; surely it would never fit.

He dropped the larger of the sock darners onto the seat cushion, the small one remaining in his hand. "Just this one for now." He stood upright and only a moment later, I felt something cold at my back entrance. "Just my thumb, baby. It's coated in a slick lubricant to slide in easily."

He worked me there some more, coating me with the greasy substance, which soon had his thumb sliding over me with ease. Every so often, his thumb would disappear, only to return coated with additional amounts of the cold substance, only to retreat entirely.

"This might be a sock darner, but it makes a very nice ass plug. Relax, Caro. I'm in no rush. Just relax and let it in."

The hard object, much larger and more demanding than Finn's thumb, was at my ass, Finn slowly pushing it against the ring of muscle, then retreating. He was taking his time, as if lulling my body into complacency, because after a few minutes, the broad head of the object did indeed slip inside. With the flared head, it stretched me wide, only to taper and allow me to close around it almost all the way. With Finn's fingers on the handle, he was able to adjust it so it was well seated.

I groaned at the feeling of being filled. Before, it was just the tip of his thumb and I only felt open and very exposed. Now. Oh my. Now I felt that, and more.

"Oh baby, you're such a good girl. So pretty seeing your ass filled like this. Take a deep breath. Relax," he crooned, his free hand caressing my back.

My hands were clenched into tight fists and I tried to relax them, to relax my entire body, but my bottom only wanted to clench down on the object, to try to expel it.

"It's too much, Finn," I panted.

Instead of pulling it from me, he lifted me gently so I stood, holding me securely as I oriented myself to being upright once again. I reached for my bottom, trying to remove the object, feeling the handle protruding from between my cheeks.

Finn stilled my motions. "Leave it," he murmured. Guiding me around to the front of the chair, for walking even a few steps was awkward, he sat down and pulled me onto his lap so I faced him, my knees on either side of hips, his legs spread wide. His eyes were so green, so mesmerizing. "It pleases me."

"I thought I was a good girl." I pouted.

"This isn't punishment. It's pleasure."

I bit my lip as I clenched down. "It doesn't feel like pleasure," I countered.

"Then I will change that. Put your hands on my shoulders."

I did.

"Settled?" he asked, one eyebrow up in question. I nodded.

"I'm going to grab hold of the handle, yes, like that and work the plug while I use my other hand on your pussy and clit. Just. Like. That."

His hands moved just as he said. My eyes widened and met his in surprise.

"You're going to come again, Caro. You're going to come as I fuck your ass with the plug and I fuck your pussy with my fingers."

My eyes fell closed as I writhed in his lap. I couldn't help it. I couldn't do anything except succumb. He murmured words of pleasure as he leaned forward and suckled on one nipple then the other. The sensations he wrought all over my body were too much, and I sobbed at the intensity of it all.

I was lost, Finn's murmurs floating over me.
So beautiful. I love playing with your ass. I can't wait to feel you clenching down on my cock. It's going to be so good. You're such a good girl. You're going to come so hard.

He was right. I did. I couldn't take anymore. Perhaps my body was extra sensitive from the last orgasm he'd wrung from me, or perhaps it was because this was the darkest, most delicious feeling ever. Either way, my body splintered apart, falling into pieces and Finn was there to catch me. I slumped against him, my sweaty skin pressed into his chest, my head tucked beneath his chin. Although he'd pulled his hand from my pussy and ran it over my back, he kept moving the plug deep within me, slowly, leisurely. Sated as I was, I couldn't object, couldn't do anything to prevent the man from using my body as he wished.

FINN

Two orgasms in a row had Caroline sleepily sated in my lap. She'd responded beautifully to having her ass filled. In fact, she didn't mind that I continued to play with the object that was firmly within her. I didn't move it much, only a small amount to keep her aware of it and to get her body accustomed to having something there. Once her ass was trained so that she could easily accommodate the largest object, I would take her. And often. If her last orgasm were any indication, she would love it.

Caroline murmured against my neck, her sweaty body fitting so well against mine. Very carefully, I worked the sock darner from her ass. She gasped, then relaxed. I had intended to use the various sized darners on my wife since the first time I'd seen them in Mrs. Campbell's sewing kit. The idea of them being used to train my future wife to love ass fucking had filled many of my fantasies over the long winter nights. Now, with Caroline as my wife, they had become reality and the objects worked remarkably well. I'd most certainly need to purchase replacements for the housekeeper.

"Can you feel my cock, Caroline?" I murmured, kissing the top of her head.

She nodded, her hair tickling my chin. After the chase and being tossed over the back of the chair, her hair had come loose from a few pins. She’d been so prim and perfect all the time; it was a joy to muss her up.

"Playing with your ass has made me hard." I chuckled. "Just being around you makes me hard. Your scent, it's taunting. You smell like flowers and sex."

Lifting her head, she turned sleepy eyes my way. "Flowers and sex?" she repeated.

"Flowers." I sniffed her hair. "And sex." I dipped a finger over her pussy then lifted it so she could see the combination of her arousal and my seed.

She flushed prettily, but didn't move away.

"I plan to fill this pussy back up. Later. Now, though, I want you to suck my cock." I ran my wet finger over her pink lips, coating them with our essence. "Lick."

Her little tongue darted out. I almost came then and there.

"On your knees." Gripping her waist, I helped her down to the floor between my knees. She looked up at me with curiosity and confusion.

"I don't know how."

I opened my pants and pulled out my cock as I spoke, stroking it from base to tip. "First, I want you to lick the head, just like you did my finger." Directing her with a nod, she leaned in and did as I bid, licking the head. "All over. Yes, like that. Now put it in your mouth as far as you can take it.”

“Yes,” I hissed, her innocent actions having me ready to come. My balls tightened and my hips thrust up pushing my cock deep into her mouth. She coughed, her eyes watering, at how deep I went to the back of her throat.

"Soon you'll be able to take me in that far. For now, put your hand at the base. Good. Just like that."

Leaning back, I settled into the cushion and widened my legs. The pleasure of her virgin mouth was indescribable. Hot, wet, tight. She sucked so well. It didn't take long, only a scant few minutes. "I'm going to come, Caro, all over your tongue. Swallow it down for me." I groaned, my eyes slipping closed as I savored the intensity of the orgasm. Caroline didn't stop her ministrations even after the last thick pulse of seed. I ran my fingers over her hair, pushed her head off my cock, now extremely sensitive. She licked a drop of white seed from her lip.

"My cock, baby, is still hard. I just came and I'm still hard. I don't know if I'll ever get enough." Pulling her up onto my lap, I kissed her, my hand lifting to cup her breast.

"Today, we fuck." I looked into her pale eyes. It appeared she was as surprised as I was by our constant need for each other. "Work can wait until tomorrow."

***

"Why do you think Mrs. Bidwell matched me with Mr. Meecham? She felt confident that he would be a good husband."

I discovered that my wife liked to play with my chest hair as she thought, her fingers idly swirling. She somehow found it slightly hypnotic and easier to speak freely when she wasn't looking me in the eye. It may have been similar to how I felt when I played with her breasts.

We were in bed and the sun was just peeking above the horizon, the room filled with a pale pink glow of early morning. The birds had been chirping for an hour. With the window open to the cooler night air, I was prompted to start my day. This morning, however, I lingered with Caroline.

I made good on my promise to her yesterday, spending the entire day naked and fucking. When we weren't we ate food I found in the kitchen, scrounging through bits and pieces Mrs. Campbell had made and stored - bread, cheese, fruit, ham, coffee. Neither of us had much interest in the food we ate; it seemed Caroline was just as voracious for me as I was for her. Of course, orgasm after orgasm could certainly make a wife biddable.

"I don't rightly know." There was no answer I could give. Unlike me, Caroline knew the woman and had a better sense of her business. "You said you journeyed with other women."

"Two. Eleanor and Emily."

"Did you meet their husbands?"

"No. I saw them though." She paused. "Eleanor alighted in August Point and married the sheriff. I remember seeing the tin star on his chest. Just like Mr. Stevens."

The sheriff of August Point. The town was several hours away, but it was a small world out here. If I remembered correctly, his name was Ryder Graves. If there were a crooked or cruel sheriff in the area, Stevens would have said. It was my assumption the man was a worthy husband.

"And the second man?"

"Emily's husband. Let me think. Wyatt...Wyatt Blake from the Lewistown area."

"I do know Wyatt. Since we both own ranches and sell our cows, we travel in similar circles. He seems like a decent sort."

"Mr. Meecham, Sr, he was older. You said he was a terrible man. If he was anything like his son, then it would have been a nightmare."

I couldn't agree more and gave her a squeeze of reassurance. She was in my arms and safe from Junior and I told her so.

"Yes, I am thankful, but I wonder how she could have misjudged Mr. Meecham so egregiously."

I rolled her underneath me, my leg coming between hers. "It doesn’t matter now. You are mine and I am quite pleased."

She looked up at me through pale lashes as she bit her lip. "You are?"

"You question after all we did yesterday?"

She blushed prettily but didn't reply.

"Then I will have to show you how pleased I am." Nudging her legs wider, I settled my hips between the cradle of her thighs, nudged at her pussy. "I don't even have to see if you're wet for me. You're full of my seed."

"You are quite proud of yourself for this."

I grinned. "Immensely. No doubt my seed will take root immediately, for we have tried hard enough. But let's ensure this, shall we?"

CAROLINE

I awoke to sounds from downstairs. Finn had left me to sleep after yet another bout of fucking. The room was bright, the sun well up in the sky. Chores needed to be done; the men had taken over his tasks yesterday, however, he felt obligated to return to them today. It was his ranch and he needed to run it, although he did promise to return at lunch if Mrs. Campbell hadn't returned with clothing for me. He seemed quite pleased that I was naked and without nary a stitch to wear. He'd ruined my shift, my drawers had disappeared, and my dress buttons were scattered in all directions across the parlor floor. My corset was still serviceable, however that was all I possessed.

Slipping on one of his shirts Finn had given me to wear, I tiptoed to the top of the stairs and peeked down. The garment swamped my tiny frame so that I had to roll up the sleeves to use my hands, and the bottom came to just above my knees. It provided reasonable modesty, but there would be no question as to what Finn and I had been up to. Everyone most certainly was aware of our activities while alone yesterday, especially with the very satisfied grin Finn sported when he left, but it was another for me to flaunt it in just his shirt.

Mrs. Campbell had given me a reprieve, coming up the stairs with a brown paper parcel so I didn't have to search her out. She smiled at me as she met me on the landing. "Here you are. A few summer dresses to start you off. No doubt you'll want to go and pick out things on your own that match your taste soon enough."

I smiled back. "Thank you, Ma'am. I was most certainly in need."

She arched a brow at my shirt and I flushed.

"Your bag is downstairs. I'll bring it up later."

I was not sure what to say to the woman, who had a much better grasp of the way things were run than I did. "I'll...I'll just dress and go find Finn."

"He should either be in the stable at this time of day or perhaps in the paddock beyond. If not, one of the men will know."

Thirty minutes later I took the path to the stable. The house was set back away from the other ranch buildings, which, from what I could see, included a very large stable, a barn with a second story hayloft, and a few other buildings that dotted the landscape. I assumed the furthest structure where the men slept was set back behind the stable.

The front doors of the stable were open to the warm air, and the ripe scent of hay and horses greeted me. Voices carried from somewhere down the long row of stalls. I followed the sound.

"...certainly bested Meecham. Taking the woman he wanted and all of his money. You couldn't have planned it better."

"The bastard was livid," Finn said.

The other man with a voice I didn't recognize, spoke. "I bet. You've got the bank
and
the mine in Virginia City."

If Finn replied, I didn't hear it. I knew they were speaking of me, and they were referring to the inheritance. I leaned against the wall out of sight and let them talk.

"Does she know?"

"No. I have no reason to tell her."

"What? Why not? Afraid she'll run off and leave you?" The man laughed and I heard a slap, as if he'd hit Finn on the shoulder. "Couldn't please the woman? Perhaps she doesn't please you?"

The man with the mystery voice made me angry. How dare he speak about me this way! How dare Finn be a part of it? Did Finn think of me as just a body to fuck and a woman who brought apparent wealth to his coffers? Was he not responding to the man's questions because I really hadn't pleased him?

I walked quickly toward the door and into the bright sunshine. I couldn't stay here! Finn was just like every other man, using a woman for his own personal gain. He hadn't hit me, but he hadn't needed to. He'd used my body against me, all but pleasuring me into submission. Now that he had Meecham's money - had he said a bank? - was I expendable?

"Oh, sorry, ma'am." I bumped into another ranch hand, too hasty in my retreat to speak to him or even see who it was. He'd tipped his hat and I felt his eyes on me as I made my way to a horse hitched to a rail. Perhaps he belonged to the man I just passed. It mattered not.

I was a solid rider. Although I didn't have plenty of opportunity in Minneapolis to do so, I'd spent some of my youth with my grandparents in the country riding their horses. The challenge for me was to ride astride in a long dress. Undoing the lead, I put my foot in the stirrup and swung my leg over, arranging all the fabric so my other leg could be in the stirrup as well. It was not to be - not because of the dress - but because I was so small my feet did not reach. It was no matter, for I turned the horse with a tug on the reins and we were off. I squeezed my thighs into the horse's barrel, urging him on as I followed the fenceline that went behind the stable. When it ended, I just kept going straight, the sun at my back.

I didn't know how far I'd gone or how long I'd ridden before I heard another horse approach.

"Caroline!"  It was Finn.

Turning my head, I watched him ride up, his horse moving at a faster clip than mine. His hat shielded his face from the sun, although I could see a hard line to his jaw. He was so big, yet so comfortable in the saddle. My body ached for him. It was as if it knew this was the man it belonged to, that this was the man who could give it such pleasure.

When he pulled up beside me, his horse snorted and blew out his breath, stomping at the ground. Finn reached out and grabbed the reins from my hands. "What are you doing out here?"

"Going for a ride," I replied. Wasn't it obvious?

"Yes, but why? Why didn't you tell me?"

I sniffed, tilted my chin up. "Because you were busy and I did not wish to disturb you."

"You are never a disturbance."

Why did he have to sound so nice? Was he trying to placate me since I brought him all of Meecham's wealth?

He looked toward the direction of the ranch, then back at me. "You do not have a bonnet and your skin will burn. How is it you don't have a hair out of place or a wrinkle when it's so miserably hot out?"

Finn's shirtsleeves were rolled up in deference to the heat. He removed his hat and wiped his brow with his forearm before doffing it again.

"Why should you worry, Finn? You've got what you wanted," I said, my voice as sour as my stomach.

"Your skin is so fair." He frowned. "Of course I worry."