TheSurrenderofLacyMorgan (5 page)

The pleasure in his face thrilled her even more, sending new
heat flowing through her.

Then Quinn found the swollen nub hidden in her folds. He
rolled it very slowly, sending ripple after ripple of pleasure coursing through
her body. She arched her back and thrust her hips, begging for more of the
delicious torture.

“Like that, do you?” Quinn’s deep voice rumbled over her
nerves as his fingers strummed the core of her body.

Dakota braced one arm around her back as he leaned in to
suckle on a tender nipple.

With each touch, stroke, pinch, tug, she seemed to pull
harder on the straps holding her bound to the branch, her body stretching,
thrusting, tightening toward a plane of fulfillment she’d never felt before.

“That’s it, darlin’. Let it happen,” Quinn whispered. “Come
for us.”

Her body responded to the gentle command, shuddering in
spasms, drawn tight like a bow to their masterful ministrations. Eyes closed,
she rode each wave of pleasure.

Slowly she felt her body and senses return to normal.
Someone whimpered. It was her.

Dakota released the bindings holding her arms above her
head. His big hands massaged the muscles in her arms and shoulders. “You’re
okay, kitten. Relax.”

“Very good, Lacy,” Quinn whispered in her ear as he cradled
her now limp body against his.

Even as she listened to their praise and crooning, her mind
braced itself for the assault on her body. They were men. Men always took their
pleasure.

“You were perfect,” Quinn said, slowly sliding them down
onto the outstretched blanket. “Such a good girl.”

The huge bulge of his erection pressed into her hip. She
tensed. Now they’d force their cocks into her body. Use her. She’d show them
what a wanton whore she was.

“You’ve had a hard day. It’s time to sleep.”

Her eyelids popped open.

They weren’t going to rape her? What new game did they play?

“Easy. Relax.” Quinn kissed her lips softly, not demanding
or forceful. A tender kiss that broke the damn inside her.

Shame washed over her. What had she done? She’d let them use
her, toy with her. Two men. At once! Suddenly tears welled up in her eyes. She
struggled to suck in air, her chest so tight she thought it would explode. Sobs
shook her body. Her hands still bound between them, she clutched at Quinn’s
shirt.

“Shh, darlin’.” He drew her closer, her naked chest pressed
against the soft material of his shirt. “You’re going to be okay.”

As Quinn held her, Dakota drew her skirt back around her
thighs. Then he crawled up behind her, drawing a blanket over all of them,
stroking her damp hair from her face with his hands and peppering her neck and
shoulders with kisses. He pressed his cock into her buttocks from behind. The
only thing separating them was his pants. Yet, like Quinn, he made no move to
press the issue either. “Easy, kitten. We’ll protect you.”

Exhaustion soon took over. Cocooned between the two men, she
slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Now we have a problem,” Dakota said as he spooned in behind
Lacy.

“Such as?” Quinn glanced over her shoulder at him.

“She fought us all the way. We had to wring that cum out of
her.”

“You think it was her first? No way in hell. No way she
lived in Devil’s vipers’ nest for all those years without learning some
tricks.”

“You saw her response. Doesn’t act like any experienced
whore we’ve ever dealt with before.”

“The plan hasn’t changed. We get the information out of her
and use her to get in close to Devil.”

“And you intend to use her submissiveness to get the
information?”

“It’s a tool. Cap taught us to use whatever tools necessary
to get the job done.”

“He also taught us to assume responsibility for our actions,
to defend those weaker than ourselves and protect the defenseless.”

A dark shadow passed over his blood brother’s eyes in the
firelight. Quinn had yet to deal with his grief over Anson’s murder.

“She’s one of the outlaws responsible for his death, Dakota,
not some innocent we found on the side of the road. Trust me, she can handle
everything we throw at her. She deserves it. I’m sure she’s handled worse.” He
scooted away from her, drawing the blanket down over her half-naked form. “I’ll
take the first watch.”

“It’s all yours,” Dakota murmured as he shifted his swollen
cock against the woman’s soft ass cheeks and watched his partner stomp off.

Quinn never relinquished the hunt once he set himself on a
path. His tenacity rivaled that of a pack of wolves after a wounded animal.
Over the past ten years, it had helped them bring in some of the most vicious
outlaws, and it would give them Devil Morgan and his men.

Dakota glanced down at the copper-headed beauty in his arms.

But at what cost?

They couldn’t awaken the submissive inside her, then simply
leave her to flounder on her own or risk taking her to prison. Either option
would destroy her.

No, Quinn hadn’t realized where this path he’d set them on
would take them. To gain control of Lacy, they’d have to gain her trust in all
things. Gaining her trust was no small task, and once they succeeded in the
venture, they’d all be changed forever.

Despite his swollen cock pressing against his pants, Quinn
stomped around the campfire, stopping to grab his rifle and check the chambers
to be sure it was loaded. Then he headed into the woods to relieve the ache
Lacy had caused.

“Damn,” he muttered, then opened the fly to his pants and
took his throbbing cock in his hand, the vision of her spurring him to stroke
its length.

He’d meant to use her submission simply as a way to get
information out of her—sure she’d succumb quickly. But the moment he stretched
her arms overhead and opened her shirt he’d stepped into hot water. The part of
him so in control of every situation surged to the surface to feed on her
resistance. He’d needed to break through and master her.

As she fought to keep from telling them anything useful, her
body tempted him to go further.

At the memory of her legs spread apart, seeing her helpless,
half-naked, her breasts thrusting at him in the light from the fire, he stroked
his raging cock faster. He brought his other hand to his nose and inhaled her
scent once more. She’d been magnificent, stretched taut from the tree, letting
wave after wave of pleasure course over her as they’d touched and tasted her
passion.

He saw her as the orgasm hit her again and again. Her eyes
opened in surprise and just a touch of fear, then she threw her head back, her
body and mind succumbing to their ministrations.

His release hit him hard. A soft growl escaped him as he
shot several waves of his seed onto the forest floor. Finally he collapsed
against a tree, panting hard. He hadn’t taken matters in his own hand too often
over the years, but it was either that or go back and force Lacy’s body to
accept him.

And he wasn’t going to do that. Despite what he’d told
Dakota or Lacy believed, he understood just how difficult it had been for her
to let loose tonight. His mind insisted she couldn’t have lived in Devil’s gang
without serving as a whore among his men. But her actions with him and Dakota
suggested she might be more innocent than he’d thought. Forcing himself on her
would only build her walls of resistance.

A slow smile split his lips.

Besides, when he did sink his cock into her hot pussy, the
pleasure would be worth the wait. And he had no doubt her resistance would be
weaker with each step she took on the journey into the sensual world.

He settled himself back into his pants and slowly walked the
perimeter of the campsite, searching for any sign of nocturnal predators.
Finding none, he returned to the campfire. After banking the fire down, he sat
down near the trees a few feet from where Dakota and Lacy lay.

“Feel better?” Dakota asked, his voice filled with humor.
He’d known exactly why Quinn had had to take first watch.

“Mind your own business.”

“Mmm, I think I will.” The blankets and leaves around the
pair rustled as Dakota snuggled against their prisoner’s warm body.

A hard knot formed in Quinn’s gut, knowing Lacy was sleeping
against Dakota and not him. He wanted to join them, but given his earlier
response to the woman’s passion, he doubted he’d be able to control himself
right now. Maybe in a few hours, after his desire for her cooled. For now, he’d
concentrate on other things.

His mind drifted back to his first sight of her on the
streets of Beaver Run.

Who ever would’ve thought she’d pass herself off for a
schoolmarm? He’d expected to find her in a saloon or a brothel.

He had to hand it to her. If he didn’t think to look for her
as a prim and proper schoolmarm, neither would Devil or the bounty hunters
scouring the territory in search of her. In the past few towns, he’d run across
more than one man chasing the bounty placed on her. Eventually one of them
might run into the same cowpoke who claimed to know where the teacher with the
gold collar had gotten off the stage.

Legend had it that during the War Between the States, Devil
Morgan served the last of his Union Army enlistment down in New Orleans. There
he’d found his way into the gaming houses and brothels, where he met Ruby
Delacroix, a voodoo priestess and quadroon mistress to the owner of a gaming
house. When Devil robbed and killed her patron, Ruby took her young daughter
Lacy and followed the charismatic outlaw into the Indian territories.

Rumor was, Ruby died a few years back but had passed on her
skills to her daughter, now a grown woman who continued to live with the gang.
Lacy may pretend her innocence and fear of Devil Morgan, but she was the
daughter of a notorious outlaw’s partner and paramour.

Could Devil want her back so badly because of pure lust?
Morgan was a sick son-of-a-bitch and Quinn wouldn’t put it past him to crave
his own stepdaughter. Her beauty alone would be worth claiming—combined with
her mother’s skills, she’d be worth even more to a gang of thieves like
Devil’s.

After pulling out his canteen, Quinn drank his fill then
settled back to listen to the sounds of the night. Tomorrow they’d head
southwest into the Wyoming Territory in search of their prey. And they’d take
Lacy on a journey she’d never expected.

Chapter Three

“Blood in, blood out. It’s the only way you’ll escape me,
girl.” Devil chanted the words with the flames of hell glowing in his eyes.

Heat from the fires suffocated her. She was trapped, her
hands useless as she tried to claw her way loose from the weight pinning her
down.

She had to get away! With a twist of her body, her knee
contacted something hard and unmoving.

“Dammit, woman,” a male voice rumbled in her ear. “Hold still
before one of us gets hurt.”

Lacy froze, suddenly recognizing the grumpy voice. She
forced her eyes open and slowly turned to stare over her shoulder at her
captor. Quinn, the blue-eyed lawman, held her against his body, her hands still
strapped together by the leather thong. Despite her present predicament and the
large bulge pressing against her hip, she relaxed.

Devil Morgan wasn’t the one trapping her.

“Bad dream?” Quinn asked.

Not trusting her voice, she nodded.

“It’s okay. You’re safe with us.”

Even though his day-old beard scratched her ear as he spoke,
his face seemed softer in the early morning light. At least he wasn’t angry and
determined like she remembered from when he stomped away the night before.

Wait. She’d fallen asleep in the other man, Dakota’s, arms
last night. When had they switched? Had she been so exhausted she hadn’t
noticed?

He smoothed some of her hair away from her face. “We have a
long day’s ride ahead of us. If I untie your hands so you can clean up before
we head out, do you promise not to try anything stupid like yesterday?”

Again she nodded.

With a gentle but firm grip, he cupped her chin in his hand.
The hard gleam was back in his eyes. “Answer me with the words, Lacy. Say, yes
sir.”

She clenched her teeth together tight. For years her
stepfather had ordered her about. She didn’t like it then and she didn’t like
it now. If she refused, would Quinn beat her? That kind of retribution she
could handle.

Flashes of both men teasing her last night with their mouths
and hands flooded her. She couldn’t accept last night’s complete capitulation
to their assault on her body. And she didn’t want to repeat it, either. At
least not this early in the morning.

“Yes sir,” she muttered.

He studied her as if contemplating her sudden acquiescence.
“That’s not a very reassuring promise.”

Well, he’d just have to take his chances, wouldn’t he? They
wanted her to trust them with her secrets. Trust had to be earned on both
sides. “I guess you’ll just have to trust me, Mr. Lawman.”

Slowly, he rolled away from her body, then stood staring
down at her. His eyes narrowed and for a moment she thought he’d take back his
offer to untie her.

Great. Her mother had warned her too many times over the
years. When would she learn not to taunt an angry man?

“You’re right, Miss Outlaw.”

He reached down and grasped her by the elbows, hauling her
up to stand beside him. He ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders,
caressing her bare skin where the shirt, still unbuttoned from the night
before, hung loose on them. Her nipples immediately drew taut at the sensation
and heat flooded her face as she stood partially naked to his view.

He traced a finger down over her breastbone. She watched the
path his finger took. With a deep breath she waited for him to continue teasing
her body where he’d left off the night before. Instead, he moved both his hands
to the buttons at the shirt’s hem, slowly slipping one after another back
through the holes.