Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
She didn’t, however, like the jealousy that slammed into her at the thought of Cy being with these women. No, she wasn’t an idiot and knew how things worked. Men came to brothels to get a woman. Or in the case of Demon Canyon they went to the saloon that served double purpose.
She hadn’t had a man and until meeting Cyrus Spencer hadn’t given it much thought. Not even with Anson.
A low snort escaped her. Definitely not Anson.
The large tub was there and moments later, Rita and Candella walked in, carrying buckets of hot water and two smaller, well younger men, carried in some more.
Megan continued to wait with Rebecca until the tub was filled. The others walked out but Megan stayed and she turned to trail her hand down his chest. Rebecca nearly flinched. Instead she stopped the downward trek of the other woman before she could feel the bindings.
“Just here for a bath this time.”
She flattened her lips and rolled her eyes. “You can fuck a woman who isn’t black you know.”
A frame slammed into the wall as grunts and groans filled the air once more.
“Bath then I have to get back. My ride is up soon.”
“I’m happy to bathe you.”
Rebecca shook her head. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well.
Megan sighed and shrugged. “I’ll get my turn with you yet Robert.” Megan rolled her lower lip between her teeth. “I’ve seen your cock and I want it. Mouth. Ass. Pussy. All of those places.” Gaze dropping to her groin, Megan licked her lips. “Soon. Come night time with the lights off, you won’t know the difference between me and Sharla. I promise I can do everything she can and more.”
She guided her to the door and out. “Thank you Megan.” Closing the door, Rebecca sighed as she leaned back on the wood. Things she never wanted to think about in terms of her twin. Taking time to lock the door, draw the shades over the window she began to undress only to pause and put the chair under the doorknob.
Groaning with relief as she unbound her breasts, she shot a nervous glance to the door as she stepped into the hot water. What she wouldn’t give for some nice smelling soap.
The wallbanging didn’t stop. In fact, it got louder as the couple continued with their acrobatics. Tuning them out best she could, Rebecca reached for the cloth and bar of soap.
Heated water soothed her aching muscles and she moaned a little on her own as she settled deeper into the tub. Helped being smaller, she fit where a man like Cy would be not able stretch out as she was.
Her breath stuttered as she lathered up the cloth and scrubbed her skin. Wincing at the abrasive feel of the material, she scrunched up her nose and put it back in the water, softening it up a bit more.
Cleaning quick, honestly she was scared to be caught unawares here and have them discover she wasn’t a man. Unfortunately, even as she rushed through the longest, warmest bath she’d had since she left home, her thoughts drifted back to the station manager.
Cyrus Spencer.
Rebecca swallowed. Hard. She shook her head, not fully understanding the emotions and feelings overtaking her body. Her nipples were tight points, nearly aching with pain and a craving for something.
She skimmed the cloth over them and whimpered at the sensation. The hair on her arms stood on end as her skin crackled with an energy she’d never experienced before. Shifting restlessly on the bottom of the tub, she searched for a way to alleviate this raw, hungry need coursing through her.
Nothing worked. She swallowed constantly as there came increased saliva, breathing came faster, and heat pushed up over her skin and centering in her face. Twice more she passed the cloth over her taut nipples and twice more, low moans were pulled from her.
Her music backdrop no longer the plinking of the piano keys from below, now she focused more on the sounds coming from the room beside her.
She dropped the cloth in the warm water, pulse pounding as she settled her head back against the rim, allowing herself to submerge up to her neck.
Was the woman next door moaning because she was being touched in such a way? Rebecca slowly slid her hands along her tender breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples, moaning again as pleasure streaked through her.
If Cy touched me like this, would I make those same noises?
Was it wrong she wanted to find out?
Between her legs, a demanding throb had set up, this unexperienced need directing her touch down. Eyes closing, panting with a craving she didn’t fully understand, she listed to the need of her body.
Her hands weren’t smooth and the roughness had her breath hitching as she smoothed them over her torso and down across her belly. Muscles tightening in a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty she pressed on, a greater desire pushing her, directing her.