Desire in Deadwood (6 page)

“Nate…that feels so good!” She arched her back and he pulled her towards him and lifted her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. His rock hard erection pressed against her sensitive silken folds, only the cloth of his trousers between them and she rubbed against it, allowing the tip to push against her opening. She felt her juices trickling from her, lubricating his trousers as she tried to ease him into her.

She kissed him, pushing her mouth hard against his and sucking on his tongue. He tasted so good, so familiar, yet so new.

“You possess my mind, Evelyn,” he murmured, as he moved his mouth down again to her breasts. “I can’t get enough of you. I want to kiss every part of you.”

“I’m not complaining, Nate!”

He kissed her hard then rolled her over onto her back and stood at the side of the bed.

“What is it, Nate?” She was startled by his solemn expression and she pulled her knees together, suddenly aware that they’d been wide open displaying her inner parts.

“I wasn’t going to allow this. I wasn’t going to fall for you again.”

“I didn’t expect you to, Nate. But there is still something between us. It never went away.”

He shook his head. “You’re right. I know that I should fight this but then I wonder why. I would gain nothing by closing my heart to you.”

So he still loved her. Still wanted her. In all of her wildest dreams she hadn’t imagined she’d be so lucky. All the old desire and longing welled up inside her and she knew that she had to have him. She let her legs fall open again and her pussy tingled as he perused her most private place.

“Take off your pants.”

He unbuttoned them and let them fall to the floor and Evelyn groaned. His erection bounced free and she reached for it, gripping the steel hard shaft covered with its silky skin. She pulled him towards her, leading him by the cock, rubbing her thumb over the bead of moisture at the swollen tip.

He lowered himself over her and she opened her legs, eager to take him inside her but he shook his head.

“Not yet, my love.”

“But Nate…oh, Nate,” she sighed as he planted tiny kisses all the way down her body and over her hips before settling his mouth between her legs.

 She writhed on the bed as he tasted her with his tongue, probing at her outer lips then teasing at her inner ones. He devoured her like a starving man and the flames of her desire flickered then blazed as he found where she was most sensitive and suckled her bud, taking it between his teeth and nibbling it until she felt that it would burst with pent-up pleasure.

Evelyn’s passion kept building and she gave in to her need, pushing her hips up towards him and offering him all that she was, all that she had to give. She screamed as he gripped her hips, burying his face in her, drinking her juices as they burst forth from deep within her and her climax claimed her with a shudder.

“Oh, Nate! I love you!”

“I know, Evelyn, I know.”

“Now come to me.”

He moved up the length of her body and covered it with his own. She waited impatiently to feel him plunge his hard cock into her depths and her insides ached to hold him. But he didn’t. Instead, he lay over her, pressed against her, supporting his weight on his elbows.

“Make love to me?” she wriggled under him, eager to encourage him to slip into her warmth. “I’m so ready for you.”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?” She frowned.

“I need to know something first. I need you to tell me the truth about why you married.”

Nate held Evelyn’s wrists and allowed his weight to rest upon her, just enough to prevent her from moving. He could see that his question had disturbed her and he didn’t want her running off and leaving him in limbo again. His cock throbbed with lust. He had never wanted her as much as this but he had to hold off for a bit longer.

He did love her, he couldn’t deny it, but he had to know the truth before he could really give into that love. She’d hurt him once and she could easily do so again.

He’d considered that she might just want him now because he was a man of substantial means, that maybe she was as materialistic as he had once thought, but he was struggling to believe that. Damn it! If that were true then the love they’d shared all those years ago had been a lie. And that was too awful a thought to bear.

“Nate, please?” The confusion in her blue eyes snapped him into action.

“Tell me, Evelyn, why’d you marry Henry Campbell?”

Her eyes shot wide open.

“What? You can’t ask me that now when we’re lying here naked and your face is smeared with my juices.”

“I certainly can and I can’t think of a better time. Why would you lie now?”

“Oh, please, Nate, don’t do this!” She moved under him, trying to wriggle free and he felt his erection twitch as the swollen lips of her pussy brushed against him. The tip of his cock throbbed and he knew that he’d better get some answers from her soon or he might just come before he even got inside her.

“Evelyn, please keep still or I will lose my focus and…”

“Make love to me?” She fluttered her eyelashes and he groaned with desire. All he had to do was let his weight rest upon her and he knew that he would slide right into her, into that delicious wet warmth where it would throb and explode, easing years of heartache and frustration as he arrived home once more.

But he couldn’t. He’d waited this long to make love to her so he could wait a bit longer. Couldn’t he?

“Tell me why you didn’t wait for me.”

A shadow passed over her face.

“I need to know the truth, Evelyn. It’s tortured me all these years thinking that you were a fraud, a phoney who never really loved me and all I’m asking for now is the truth.”

She nodded.

“I’ll tell you. But I’m done waiting for this, Nate!” She lifted her hips suddenly and wrapped her legs around him, forcing his groin against hers. He gave in with a groan, plunging deeply into her cunny again and again as his need built to an overwhelming crescendo.

He pushed himself up to his knees so that he could see all of the woman he loved and he bucked into her, watching as her large breasts jiggled with the movement and the flush of desire spread across her chest. Each thrust caused him to shudder with ecstasy, and his balls tightened. She moaned every time he ploughed into her depths and he reached down and rubbed his rough thumb over her scarlet nub, circling the sensitive flesh again and again until he felt her begin to contract around him.

When he could take no more, he covered her body with his and she enveloped him in her arms, whispering his name until they clung to each other as their mutual desire exploded and he surrendered his soul, submitting to wave after wave of quivering pleasure.

He lay there for a while, his head on her breast, listening as her heartbeat slowed. He was overwhelmed with a deep sense of calm—feeling that he was finally where he should be. Nothing had been right since he’d lost Evelyn but hope flickered now upon his horizon. It was clear what had been missing and even though he’d tried to replace her, to forget her, to move on, nothing had filled the void that she’d left behind.

“Nate?”

“Yeah?”

“Now I’ll try to explain.”

He rolled over reluctantly, not wanting to let go of her warmth. She sat up against the ornate carvings of the headboard then he lifted the coverlet up and handed it to her so that she could cover herself. She smiled at the gesture.

Then he climbed under the coverlet next to her and sat waiting, his eyes glued to her face as he waited for the answers to the questions that had haunted him for more than a decade.

Evelyn pressed the patchwork coverlet to her chest and looked around the room, searching for the words to answer Nate’s questions. Her body still throbbed with desire and her inner thighs were sticky with the evidence of their recent climax. The atmosphere in the room had moved from the joy of intense lust to the sombre intensity of truths to be told.

She wished that they could return to the burning pleasures of just moments ago, but she knew that she had to be honest with Nate now. He deserved to know the truth. The problem was…once she told him everything, she feared that she’d lose him forever and the thought of returning to the isolation of her former life—the emptiness of body, soul and mind that she felt without him around—was almost more than she could bear.

“Evelyn?” He prompted her, his brown eyes softer than she’d seen them since he’d ridden away on his horse all that time ago, his bedroll on his back and her heart in his hands. He’d had no idea what he was leaving behind.

“When you left, Nate, I felt like my heart was going to break.”

“It wasn’t as if I wanted to leave you, Evelyn.”

“No, I know but you were young and eager for adventure and I was so nervous about you going off to seek your fortune.”

“It was the only way we were going to get any serious money behind us.” He held out his palms.

“Maybe, Nate, but I’d have been happy as a farmer’s wife.”

He nodded. “I know that but I wanted you to have more than your folks, than my folks…”

She took one of his rough hands between hers and ran her fingertips over the palm.

“I didn’t need more.”

“Well maybe I did.” He frowned at his own comment.

Evelyn nodded. “I think maybe you did. And that’s all right, Nate. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to make a good life for yourself. I’ve never blamed you for that.”

“Not for me, Evelyn but for us.” He gestured at her chest then at his own. “Call it masculine pride but I wanted you to have the best of everything and I wanted to be the one who provided for you. I wanted you to be proud that I was your man.”

“Nate”—she squeezed his fingers—“I
was
proud that you were my man. Didn’t you know that? Didn’t I make it clear to you?”

He nodded. “You did but I wanted to give you more than just this…” He waved at his body and laughed self-consciously.

“Oh my darling!” Evelyn laughed too. “Of course I was proud to walk on your arm but I was also proud of you, who you were and how hard you worked the land!”

“So?” He raised his eyebrows. “What happened when I left?”

“I didn’t hear from you for over six weeks and I was sick with worry.”

“Time passed so quickly because I was so darned busy, up before dawn and working till way after sunset. By the time I made it back to my tent, I was good for nothing other than collapsing onto my bunk. But then I struck lucky.”

“But I didn’t know that…and…there were complications.”

She saw him stiffen, and he pulled his hand from between hers. The coverlet slipped down his chest and rested below his navel. Despite her apprehension, the sight of his naked torso with its dusting of dark hair and hard, flat stomach rekindled her lust. She forced herself to look away. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel never to look at his gorgeous body again or to feel it pressed against her own.

“Henry Campbell came round to see my Daddy and found me crying by the chicken coop.”

“I’ll bet he did,” Nate growled, a muscle twitching in his jaw.

“I had good reason to cry.”

He reached out and stroked her face. “I’m so sorry. I’d go back and tell myself to write to you if I could.”

She sniffed. “Nate, I was with child.”

“What?”

She reached out and took his hand again.

“What do you mean, Evelyn? He got you…”

She shook her head.

“Then who?” Fury blazed in his eyes.

“You!”

“But that’s not possible!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “I was always careful.”

“It’s not a fool proof method, Nate,” she whispered, suddenly shy. “And once or twice…after some of Daddy’s homemade liquor…we did throw caution to the wind.”

“You mean?”

“Yes, Nate, Aaron is your son.” She dipped her head, afraid of the storm that would follow.

He jumped from the bed, oblivious to his nudity but Evelyn couldn’t tear her eyes away from his glorious form or his thick cock as it swung against his thighs.

“I have a son!”

She nodded, unsure if he was furious or ecstatic.

“I have a son!”

“Yes, Nate.”

“But I didn’t know. I would have returned, married you, brought him up…”

She watched as the enormity of the situation sank in and he sank onto the edge of the bed, reduced to the raw human emotion of grief.

“He’s ten. I’ve missed so much.” Then he looked up at her. “You married Campbell and let him bring up my son. You stole my child away from me!”

“Nate, it wasn’t like that! I didn’t know what else to do! My parents were furious and I thought you’d abandoned me. I had to think of the child.”

“The child? Bringing him up with a man like that?”

“A man like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Evelyn! But I do get it! He had money, a nice house and my son!”

He jumped up from the bed and pulled on his pants then snatched up his shirt from the floor.

“He was kind to me…and to Aaron. Even though he’d had his family and his boys were grown by the time he took up with me, he still looked after us.”

“So why’d he leave you destitute? What kind of man doesn’t leave provision for his widow?”

“He did.”

Nate frowned. “So you were pretending to be broke?”

“I just couldn’t take what belonged to his sons, Nate. It was legally theirs and not mine or Aaron’s. They let me stay at the house until recently—when they both married—but then it was time for us to leave, so as they could get on with their lives.”

“They gave you nothing…at all?”

“I refused to take anything. They paid for our journey then we said our farewells. They knew Aaron wasn’t their kin.”

“So you’re telling me that after all those years, after setting yourself up in a nice cosy little arrangement, you just upped and left without a dime to your name?”

“Yes, Nate.”

“After throwing away what we had, you then threw away everything else?”

She inclined her head.

“But what about Aaron?”

“I just had to have faith that it would work out for us. I couldn’t provide for him with money that wasn’t ours. I want him to grow up to be an honourable man, Nate. Just like you.”