Her Reaper's Arms, Charlotte Boyett-Compo [world best books to read .TXT] 📗

until his shirt lay open, peeled back from his broad chest. She threaded her fingers

though his chest hair, tracing spirals and whorls, plucking playfully at the crisp curls.

His fingers were smoothing her hair.

“Sheriff Gilchrist says he found a plot of land behind the mercantile store that you

can buy,” she told him. “It has a wonderful view of the creek where everyone goes

swimming.”

His arm constricted around her and his hand stilled on her head. “You don’t go

swimming, do you?” he asked.

She lifted her head. “Not if you don’t want me to,” she answered.

He looked into her lovely gray eyes. “Do you know how to swim?” he asked.

“Aye, but I know you can’t so if you—”

“I always wanted to learn but now it’s a moot point,” he said. His forehead creased.

“Are you a good swimmer, Lea?”

“A very strong swimmer,” she said. “But—”

“Then I see no reason why you can’t continue as long as there are others around

who could aid you if you needed them,” he said. “I don’t want to change your life so

drastically that you will hate me for it.”

She reached up to stroke his lean jaw, rubbing her palm over his whiskers and

loving the sensation. “Nothing could ever make me hate you, milord. I will love you for

as long as I draw breath, and if there is truly a land beyond, I will continue to love you

through eternity.”

How, he wondered, had he chanced upon such a treasure as the one he held in his

arms? For once life wasn’t kicking his ass but extending a friendly hand to him. He only

hoped the Fates did not decide happiness for Bevyn Coure had been a mistake.

“I’d like to see that land,” he said, and released his firm hold on her.

Lea wriggled off him, gazing pointedly at his cock. She giggled. “Hanging there like

that, your staff looks like a snail trying to come out of its leather shell.”

Bevyn glanced down at his shaft. “Aye, well, why don’t you stuff him back in,

wench?” he challenged.

She knew by the look on his face he didn’t expect her to take up the gauntlet he’d

thrown so when she reached for him and wrapped her slender fingers around him, he

drew in a ragged gasp.

“Poor little fella,” she said.

“Wench,” he said in warning, feeling himself harden in her hand. “You’d best not

grip him like that else…” He stopped for her eyes were glowing with heat and when

she bent over, he held his breath, afraid even to move.

Though she had never lain with a man before her Reaper, Lea had heard the other

women talking over the months she’d worked at the White Horse. Mable had also given

her a few tips while Bevyn had been gone and though Lea didn’t think she’d ever use

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the saloonkeeper’s advice, she wasn’t so sure when her man’s rod responded as it did to

just her touch.

The Reaper’s hands shot to the headboard of the bed the moment his lady’s mouth

closed around him. His entire body shook for just a second or two as the warmth and

the wetness surrounded him, and he felt the gentle pulling of her lips and the roof of

her mouth on his suddenly stiff cock.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, his chest shuddering. He stared down at the top of her

head as she placed herself between his legs, elbowing aside his thighs as he’d done with

hers. He nearly came out of his skin when she insinuated a hand into his pants to cup

his balls as she suckled him. As it was, he let go of the headboard just long enough to

wave his clothing away, the heat of the leather on his legs and the cling of the silk on his

chest too much to bear.

Lea smiled around the salty treat between her lips. She raised her gaze to his and

when she winked at him, she watched the most breathtaking smile pull at his lips.

“You wicked little wench,” he told her, and sucked in another quick breath when

she raked him gently with her teeth.

She would have milked him to release had he not reached down to cup her

shoulders and pull her up him.

“Straddle me,” he said in a husky voice. “Let me come inside you, dearling.”

“Fan away my dress then,” she said.

He shook his head. “No, I want you just as you are.”

Wrestling with her long skirts, she managed to pull them up, pouting at his refusal

to unclothe her. Doing as he instructed, she eased herself down on his hard cock, her

eyes widening at the wonderful sensation that greeted her.

“Ooh,” she said. “He’s so deep inside me.”

Her words were like a prod to the Reaper’s libido and he put his hands to her hips

to show her the rhythm, the movement that would bring them both to climax. As she

ground her sex on him, lifted and lowered her sweet sheath upon his staff, he put his

palms over her breasts and squeezed, running his thumbs over the material to turn her

nipples to hard little pebbles beneath the cloth.

Lea let her head fall back, her long hair tickling his thighs as she rode him. The

pulsing that began deep within her was an itch she quickly realized could be scratched

on his stony rod.

Watching his lady through half-closed eyes, Bevyn was in absolute heaven. Her

tight muscles were squeezing him. His climax was rapidly approaching. He arched his

hips to meet her downward push and felt the ripples begin in her velvety warmth.

“That’s it, wench,” he said, guiding her, helping her to push harder upon him.

“Come for me, baby. Come for your man.”

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Lea ground against him brutally, rotating her hips as he showed her and the

bursting of the sweetest pleasure shot through her on long, tightening waves that made

gooseflesh pop up on her arms and legs.

Pulsing into her in a thick stream, Bevyn held himself still until the last jerk of his

cock told him there was no more cum to release. They were both breathing heavily and

when she stretched out atop him, he thought he could die right then and still be the

happiest man on the face