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)
The moans next door changed, no longer fast and high but lower and longer. She bit her lower lip as she shifted again in the cooling water.
Rebecca hesitated with her fingers on the wet curls above the juncture of her thighs. Was this wrong?
She knew the mechanics of sex, she had watched animals do it and understood. But until actually meeting Cy Spencer, there’d never been a need within her to feel, well, anything more than she did.
Two fingers slid between her lower lips and she gasped as the headboard from next door slammed into the wall. Wet from the water yes, but there was another slickness there and the tiny nub was swollen and she jolted again as her fingers trailed over it.
“Oh,” she gasped.
Right hand on the edge of the tub, she widened her thighs and made circles on the sensitive bud. Pleasure streaked through her as she didn’t relent. Fast and slow, she tried out different speeds and angles to see what she liked best.
Her body hummed with energy, like the air did when a big storm appeared and threatened to explode. With her middle finger, she dipped it inside her core and back out, short, shallow pumps even while she continued to use the heel of her palm on her clit.
Hips shifting, breasts tingling, Rebecca pulled her fingers from inside her and circled faster, needing to get to that cliff. She craved that feeling she’d not had before but her body knew where it needed to go.
Eyes closed, she listened to the shared moans from the room beside her, conjured up a visual of Cy and worked her fingers faster and faster. Just there, a tiny bit more and her body shattered, back arching, hips lifting her from the bottom of the tub, she cried out as her orgasm rocked her.
For a few moments she didn’t move, couldn’t move. Merely sat there, water again up to her neck and panted. The sounds next door slowed and stopped. Shifting in the water, Rebecca realized where she was and hurried to finish.
Dressing as soon as she was dry, she winced as the wrappings abraded her sensitive breasts. When she’d put on her bandanna and slipped on her coat she removed the chair from blocking entrance. Seconds later, the door opened and Megan stood there, corset unlaced and her breasts exposed.
Wedging her hat on her head, she shook her head and walked up to Megan, eyes on her face, not the exposed breasts. “No time, Megan.”
“I heard you in here,” she pouted. “You didn’t have to jack off alone, I would have helped you.”
She maneuvered by the woman in the doorway. “I have to get back, I told you, I have a run.”
Another door opened down the hall and out stepped a young black woman, holding a robe closed, eyes widening as their gazes met.
“Robert. Just give me a moment to clean up.”
God, this was disgusting. She shook her head and pulled Megan back out of the room. “No need. I was well taken care of.” She placed a kiss to Megan’s cheek, patted her on the ass and walked away, cheeks burning.
Without stopping again, she hustled outside and was back in the saddle, riding back toward Buffalo Creek station as soon as she turned Polaris in that direction.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for her mind to drift back to the pleasure she’d brought herself in the tub and combined with the rocking she was doing in the saddle, she was aroused shortly.
It was going to be a long ride back.
Chapter 4
She stepped up to the door, took a breath and ran her hands down the front of her pants before reaching out to knock on the door. What am I doing? I wouldn’t ever knock on this before, why do I feel like I should now?
The ground had lost the water from the most recent storm and the colder weather was on it’s way. Rebecca was far more nervous than she should be. Pretty much more nervous than she’d been this entire time. Get it together, Rebecca.
Pushing open the door, she stepped into the darkened interior, grateful to be out of the sun and wind. She scanned the interior and found Cy in the kitchen. Her breath caught at the sight.
Even inside, not out working with the horses, building something, the man was beyond impressive. Broad shoulders, narrow hips and an ass she enjoyed watching.
He bent at the waist and pushed more wood in the stove. She gulped and hoped like hell her face was blank when he angled his head to look in her direction.
“You came.”
“Didn’t give me much choice.”
He stood up, gaze raking over her in a manner that made her wonder if she wore clothing or if she were as undressed as she was the day he had inadvertently discovered her secret. Arms crossed he lifted an eyebrow.