Devils on Horseback: Gideon, Book 5 (15 page)

“Cold water makes your cock shrivel?”

He snorted. “You are brash, Chloe. Yes, it shrivels up.”

She stuck her hand down between them and tried to touch him while he was small.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to feel.”

“There are better times to feel, ah, me.” He twitched when her hand closed around the much-smaller dick.

“It still moves when I touch it.” She squeezed gently, and it responded by growing larger.

“It will always move when you touch it.”

“It’s getting bigger.” Sure enough with each stroke, he grew larger.

He closed his eyes and stopped walking. “That’s because it likes your touch.”

She was fascinated by his member, different from the triangle between her legs, but made to fit together. He pulsed in her hand, and she tugged a bit harder to see what happened.

“Does that feel good? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

H shook his head. “No, honey, it’s far from pain. It feels too good.”

“I like to touch you.”

“Thank God for that.” He gestured to her knee. “How does it feel?”

“Better.” She bent it a little. “The cold water is working.”

“On some things.” He tried to pull her hand away from his dick, but she held fast, unwilling to give him up just yet. “What are you doing, Chloe?”

“Making you feel good.” She laid her head back so her hair floated on the water, then closed her eyes. Her hand continued to pleasure him.

To her delight, his hand crept between her legs. The rush of cold water was replaced by his calloused fingers. He slipped one inside her, while his thumb made slow circles on that amazingly sensitive nubbin of flesh.

“Oh, that feels good, Gid.” She didn’t know if normal folks did this kind of thing, but darned if it wasn’t naughty and nice at the same time.

“Uh-huh.” He started rocking with her movements, his staff pushing against her hand.

She opened her legs even wider, eager for more. He added a second finger, and a shiver of pure pleasure skidded across her skin. To think a week ago she had no idea what folks did under the sheets. To her, it was a cock in a pussy and that was all. Boy was she wrong. There was much more.

Her nipples ached in the cold water, needing his touch, but the position she was in would not allow him to reach her. Chloe wasn’t sure how to do it, but she needed to join with him and not just play with him. She opened her eyes and peered at his face, awash in the moment of ecstasy they were sharing.

“Gideon, I need you.”

“You’ve got me, little one.” His voice sounded a bit strained, and she knew he was feeling the same goodness she was.

“No, I need your cock in my pussy. Now.”

His eyes opened wide. “You will never stop surprising me.”

“I don’t know if that means yes or no.” She squirmed against him until he let her legs float in the water.

“Yes, always yes.” He pulled at her hips until she settled her legs on either side of him. His staff brushed against her, and a tiny moan popped out of her mouth.

“Good, because I need you.” Her body throbbed, craving his like she never imagined. He positioned himself and slid into her in one quick thrust.

Chloe’s shout echoed in the forest around them, scaring a few birds from their roosts. She didn’t care. This,
this
was where she belonged. In his arms, joined with him.

He gripped her hips as he thrust into her again and again. Their heat and friction created a fire within her that was burning her up.

She cupped her breasts and pinched them, tugging at the nipples the way he did. It was titillating and naughty. He grinned wickedly and watched each flick of her fingers. As the sensation traveled through her, her pussy clenched around him.

“God, you’re tight. So fucking tight.” His fingers dug into her behind. “I’m not going to be able to hold back, Chloe. Touch yourself for me. Make yourself come.”

Chloe could barely put two thoughts together, but she understood what he was asking her. She’d done it before, but never with anyone and certainly not while having sex. However, the idea excited her more than she was going to admit.

Her hand crept down until she felt where they were joined. She touched the crisp hairs around his cock that tickled her fingers, then into her own moistness.

“That’s it, honey.” He pinched her nipple, and she grunted at the rush of pleasure.

Her fingers found the nubbin of pleasure and made clumsy circles around it. Soon she found her rhythm and realized Gideon had been right. His cock, her fingers and his hands sent her over a precipice so deep she thought it would never end.

The waves of pleasure washed over her as she climbed higher, screaming his name and pulling him deep into her core. He followed within seconds, his warm seed filling her.

His love completing her.

The cold water had revived him, while the amazing feeling of being in her arms fulfilled him. As he’d taken care of Chloe, peace had stolen over him. He had spent a good deal of time taking responsibility for others out of duty, but this time, love compelled him to. Being with her reminded him of what it meant to truly give to someone else.

Chloe didn’t complain about sitting while he broke camp after a quick breakfast. He had the horses saddled and ready in ten minutes, and then he squatted in front of her. She smiled shyly, and his heart did a funny flip.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good.” She glanced down at her hands on her lap. “Really good.”

He grinned, his heart light and his body sated. “Ready to ride?”

When he picked her up, a jolt went through his arms, startling him bad enough he almost dropped her. She stared at him, her eyes wide, and he realized she had felt it too.

“What was that?”

“I have no idea.” He looked into her green eyes and saw himself staring back. God knew he had no idea what it was about this woman that turned him inside out, but he was smart enough to accept the inevitable. “But I hope it happens again.”

Chloe laughed, more of a giggle, and he was nearly as shocked as when he’d experienced the jolt.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh.”

For whatever reason, his statement made her laugh again.

“You need to do that more often.”

He kissed her and stepped over to the waiting horses. After making sure she was secure in the saddle, they left the camp. Their time there had been almost magical, as though someone or something had led them there, gave them a chance to find peace and perhaps to accept the love they had for each other.

As soon as they turned and the idyllic retreat was behind them, the mood darkened. The reason they rode was too serious to maintain the playfulness they’d found in their private time together. However, the time with Chloe helped Gideon get back the focus he needed.

The day passed by quickly as they alternated between a trot and a walk. He didn’t want to push Chloe too hard, but he also understood her urgency. His gut told him they were closing in on the wagon again, mostly due to the fact they were on horseback. They were making better time than when they’d been in the peddler’s wagon towed by two old nags.

They even ate on horseback, Chloe refusing to stop. He noted the lines of pain around her mouth. Yet she clenched her teeth and had sheer determination in her eyes. She simply wouldn’t give up until they couldn’t go on.

The darkness settled over them, the stars twinkling above, and Gideon knew it was time to call a halt. Even he was tired, and he didn’t have a sore knee to contend with.

“Chloe, we’re stopping.”

“I can still see, Gid. Let’s go a little bit farther.”

He reached out and grabbed her reins. “No, we’re not going to risk our horses or our lives to go half a mile farther. We covered a lot of miles today already.”

“But—”

“No, this time I’m going to say no, and you can’t bully me into changing my mind.” He steered the horses toward a flat spot near the woods they could use as a campsite.

“I don’t bully you.”

He snorted. “Yes, you do, but it’s part of your charm. Now shut up and let me be the man here.”

“Gideon,” she whispered. “Look there, through the trees.”

He turned and peered into the pitch-black forest. At first he saw nothing out of the ordinary, but then he spotted it.

The orange glow of a campfire.

“It’s them.”

“We don’t know it’s them,” Gideon whispered back.

“I can feel it inside. It’s them.” She tried to grab the reins from him. “Let me go. We’re so close. I ain’t gonna let them spend another night with those bastards.”

Anguish filled her voice and washed across his heart. Her family could be close enough to rescue, and she was sitting there doing nothing. He’d be feeling her pain and frustration if it was his family.

“I’ll walk over there. They’ll hear the horses.” He plucked her off the saddle and set her on a fallen log. “You sit here and watch the horses. I can’t be worried about you, or I won’t be any good.” He secured the horses’ reins to a tree, then checked his weapons.

“You’ll be worried about me?” She sounded full of wonder.

“Of course I will. For God’s sake, woman, I’ve been in love with you since the moment you pointed that pistol at my chest.” He kissed her hard and trotted off into the woods.

Probably shouldn’t have told her he loved her again, but if he didn’t come back, at least he’d go to his maker knowing he hadn’t left it unsaid. The darkness of the woods closed around him as he made his way toward the fire.

When he was close to the target, he crouched and crept along, careful to avoid any leaves or sticks to give away his position. He stopped and listened, trying to gauge who was out there. He heard the murmur of voices—two males—but no women and no children.

That didn’t mean it wasn’t the Ruskin wagon though. He made his way closer, inch by inch, until he was flat on his belly behind a tree, peering at the occupants of the campsite. He controlled his breathing and his heart before he ventured to look around the tree.

Two men sat on either side of the fire, both no older than he was. They each wore tattered grey pants, which he recognized well, and a pistol. Beside one was a rifle, while the other had a large knife strapped to his back. They weren’t big men but were obviously well armed and expecting trouble. One had scraggly black hair, the other greasy, wavy hair, perhaps brown, and he had pockmark scars on his face. The second man appeared to be the one Frank had seen in Westville.

Gideon memorized their gear and where they kept it before his gaze moved on. His heart leapt into his throat when he spotted a bound and gagged Granny tied to one of the wagon wheels.

Holy shit. They’d found the missing Ruskins.

“Adam, there any water left?” one man asked the other.

“I ain’t got no idea. Why don’t you go look?” The man with his back to Gideon, who was apparently named Adam, flipped his hand toward the wagon.

The first one barely glanced that way, not even stopping to look at Granny. “Rufus, bring some water out here.”

A third man poked his head out from the wagon. A rangy beard wound its way around his large face, framing a pair of close-set eyes that were more like piss holes in the snow. He looked dangerous and unpredictable. Gideon hadn’t expected a third man, and this one was not only fierce-looking but was a big bastard.

“Get it yourself, you lazy son of a bitch. I ain’t your slave.”

“Ain’t no more slaves,” Adam drawled. “That bastard took ’em away.”

“I’m thirsty. Bring some water out here now.” The first man rose, and although he was about as tall as Gideon, his pants hung on his frame, held up by a piece of rope. Obviously the men had not been eating well for quite some time. “Or I’ll shoot you.” He drew his pistol with surprising speed.

Gideon wondered who these three men were and why they chose to steal the Ruskin wagon, complete with an old woman and two little girls. At least he hoped the girls were in the wagon. Since he couldn’t see them, he could only hope they were safely tucked away inside.

“Put that away, Tobias. You ain’t shooting nobody. Sit down,” Adam ordered with an edge to his voice. “Rufus, bring the fucking water. Now.”

It was apparent who the leader of the group was, and he had steel in his voice that made the hairs on Gideon’s neck rise. Both of the other men obeyed the orders. Something they’d said echoed in Gideon’s head.

Tobias. Adam.

Tobias. Adam.

Dear God. Chloe’s brother was named Adam and her cousin was named Tobias. His heart, which had been calm with a slow, steady rhythm, now hammered against his ribs. Her family had kidnapped Granny and the girls, leaving Chloe alone to fend for herself.

How was he going to tell her?

Chloe thought she might actually explode. Not only had he ordered her to sit there while he went off to rescue her family, but he’d had the nerve to say he loved her before he disappeared into the woods. She wanted to punch him and at the same time kiss him. He was making her heart flip sideways.

After their amazing night in the creek and by the fire, she thought perhaps she had gained control of her reaction to him. Ha! She couldn’t have been more wrong. It was about fifteen minutes of near torture before he ran back. She recognized his shape in the shadows, and a breath of relief gushed out of her.

Not that she’d tell him that.

“Chloe?”

“I’m here. Waiting.” She managed to sound annoyed even though she whispered.

He sat beside her, his chest heaving. “I ran as fast and as quietly as I could. You could be a little nicer to me.”

She wanted to shake him. “What did you see?”

Gideon blew out a breath, while Chloe could hardly catch hers.

“What did you see?” she repeated.

“What does your brother look like?”

Chloe’s mouth went dry as cotton. Her heart flipped upside down, then back again. “Why?”

“Just tell me.”

“I don’t want to hate you, Blackwood. You’d better be sure you’re asking the right question.” She wanted to put her hands over her ears and block out his voice, anything not to hear what he was going to say.

“I’m sorry to have to ask.” He took her hands. “Please just tell me.”