Pistol Packin' Molly

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

“Lady be damned!” she shouted as she whirled around, the word stabbing her like a knife. “You think I want to be here? You think I want to work in a saloon and feed them cowboys liquor and songs every night? Well, I don’t, but I have to! Can’t you understand that? I’m here because I have to be! I don’t give a damn about any cowboy that walks into that saloon, but one. And if it takes hustlin’ drinks at the Dead Dog Saloon to get him, then that’s what I’m gonna do. Besides all that, I have to eat. If I don’t sit down and drink with you dumb-assed cowboys then I don’t make a damn thing. For your information I live on tips and lies.”

“Fine, but don’t you know that a woman who smells like a smokestack ain’t gonna get much business? If you were smart you’d put that out and wear perfume instead of smelling like you rubbed yourself all over with burned ashes.”

“Oh, yeah?” While brazenly looking him straight in the eyes, she pushed the cigarette between her pursing lips and took a drag. She was all set to blow the smoke in his face when she began coughing.

He grabbed the cigarette away from her and threw it in the dust. “I hope to hell you hold your liquor better than you smoke.”

“What do you think you’re doin’? That was my last cigarette. They ain’t free you know.”

“Who taught you how to roll a cigarette?”

“What the hell is this? Just because you found me on the prairie, you think you own me? Get lost, cowboy!”

“Just answer my question.”

“Nobody taught me. I…I watched how it was done and learned by myself.”

Molly turned to look when, the clinking of spurs came out of the darkness, and Colt walked up. “I can hear you two out on the street. What’s goin’ on here?”

“Nothin’,” Dove said, and then indicated toward Molly. “This here’s Molly. She’s the gal I found in the cave. Molly, this here’s my brother Colt.” Seeing Colt reach up to tip his hat to her, he said, “No need to be a gentleman, she’s just a saloon girl. You know the type,” he said as he cut his gaze over to Molly. “They live on tips and lies.”

Hearing her own words thrown back in her face, she said, “I may be a saloon girl, but you’d better not underestimate me, cowboy. I can shoot straight, and my draw is lightnin’ fast.” With a swift movement, she pulled her gun and pointed it at him. “Bang!”

Dove felt a chill. She was good, and a natural Texas over-draw. “You know, you have to practice about six hours a day to be the best. You been doin’ that?”

“What do you think? You saw me shoot.”

“Look, you empty-headed little female, what if you get shot instead? Or worse! This is a bloodthirsty gang, Molly. They don’t play fair, and a cute little redhead like you won’t have a chance.”

“Hey!” she yelled into his face. “Who the hell died and made you my boss?”

“I am the boss, and you need to start realizin’ that right now!” Dove shouted right back.

“The boss of what?” She looked from one to the other. “Some kind of gang?”

“We’re not a gang, we’re the Apache Brothers.”

“Apache?” she asked, looking from one to the other. “Now I know who you are. You’re the ones who’re supposed to be out there cleaning up and protectin’ the countryside. My ma loved you two. She was always sayin’ things like what a good job you two were doin’. Well, where the hell were you when she needed you?”

“I’m sorry about that, Molly,” Dove said, feeling guilty, “but we can’t be everywhere.”

“And that god-awful sound you make. What is it?”

“It’s the war cry from our tribe.”

“Tribe?” she said, looking from one to the other. “Are you…my God, are you Indians?”

“We’re breeds. Got a problem with that?”

“I don’t know. What the hell is a breed?”

“We’re half-breeds. That’s half-white, and half-Indian. Our mother was white, but she bore an Apache Indian Brave two sons. That’s us. It wasn’t rape, or forced, they were in love. Sorry I couldn’t make the picture a little more bloodthirsty or brutal for you, but it was a love story right out of them dime novels they sell now. You might remember the lone brave they say still haunts the west. His name was Chatto, son of Sky Wolf. He was our father. Me and Colt took my mother’s last name when we entered the white man’s world, but our tribal names are Dark River and Little Sky. In our tribe, we’re known as the Sons of Thunder.”

“Was?”

“My folks are dead now.”

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she said timidly, and began looking around as if she had just realized where she was—in a dark alley, standing between two rough and rowdy half-breeds in the middle of the night.

ADULT EXCERPT

By the time they reached the loft, the passion Dove felt was pounding through his heart, chest and head. Finally, he laid her down and began to undress her slowly, caressing and stroking each part of her body lovingly.

“Dove,” she mumbled through kiss-bruised lips. “I missed you so. Please don’t stay gone so long anymore.”

His hands began a lust-arousing exploration of her soft flesh, and her tormented groan was a heady invitation to keep going. Dove learned that the bed had a delightful squeak from the springs he disturbed with every move he made. The soft, sexy squeak of the springs spoke lust to him because he knew their bodies were causing the squeaking song the springs were playing. It urged him, it caused his blood to boil, and it heightened his passion. Every sweet lick, kiss and suckle he made of her breasts, and along her smooth, soft body was a sweet elixir he could become addicted to.

The crowd of springs raised their squeaking voices as Dove moved to lay her over him. Her legs straddled him, causing his stiff cock to nudge her cleft, just barely pushing through until she reached down and with an unsure hand pushed the sensitive head of his cock into her cunt. The two of them moaned out their delight as the carnal sensations began teasing each of them, bringing them higher and higher with every move they made. Molly danced, maneuvering his cock as it throbbed inside her. She bounced, rubbing its stiffness against the sweet weeping of her cunt. Finally, Dove raised himself up and took her breasts in his mouth and almost consumed her with his hunger. While they were sitting up, Dove pulled her close to him, burying himself inside her so deep the two of them bounced into each other, the springs melodically squeaking, and the passion in each of them raging.

“I’ll have to get these springs fixed,” he whispered as his lips grazed her face.

“Don’t you dare,” Molly said as she threw her head back and allowed Dove to kiss his way down her throat. But down below, her sensitive clit felt sparks. One after the other ripped through her from her breasts down to her groin. The two of them were frantic, each trying to ascend to that ultimate goal where their lovemaking was taking them.

And then they were there.

They grabbed each other for the final thrust that edged them over until together they were tumbling down into the hottest flames they’d ever felt. They swirled in it, languished in it, went wild in it while their bodies flirted with the insane lust that burned them up in its heat. They couldn’t let go. Together they swirled upward, so high, their bodies melded together, grabbing, snatching at the golden wave that would take them into heaven.

At last, among the whimpering moans of satisfaction, the melody of the springs took on a new song as Dove gave her over to Colt. His body gave off a hot dampness as he mounted her. His cock lay heavily over her trembling pussy that ached for another long, hard invasion. His warm breath caressed her skin as his lips grazed along its softness, and shivers of delight followed his touch. He could feel the heat coming from her thighs as her knees lifted, opening to him like a lusty wanton from hell. The hot tide of passion raged in both of them, issuing forth gusts of desire that filled the room with moans and whimpers. The two bodies pressed together, skin to skin, the desire in both of them being met by multiple thrusts going in and out, sensation upon sensation pushing them upward.

Colt’s body was hard, his hands rough, but still her lips quivered in unspoken passion. She kissed his body over and over again, her hands squeezing, her fingers forming claws and scratching a path of ecstasy along his back. As she felt the fire inside her flame higher, it propelled her desire upward, and her body began to vibrate with liquid fire causing sounds of guttural delight to slip through her lips.

The bed shook as Colt continued to pump himself into her over and over again. A new delight rose inside her, and she felt an uncontrollable bursting of sensations leaping through her. As she caressed the length of his back, she felt a trace of blood that stained her hand. She couldn’t control an outcry of delight as she was swept up into a whirling sensation and roused to a peak of satisfaction where she sighed in surrender and moaned aloud with erotic pleasure.

Even though her body ached so delightfully from the love of these two cowboys, the three of them met again, one on each side of her. Their lips sought each sensitive place, causing her to arch her back as their fingers played along her body. She could feel their cocks, hard again and rubbing against her. She felt the lips of her pussy being pulled open and a stiff finger playing with her clit. She wanted to scream, to cry out with delight, but her sounds of passion were stopped by Dove’s lips on hers. Her breasts seemed to become firm as he touched, squeezed, and massaged them like a master. His tongue tweaked her stiff globes as Colt got her juices to flowing again. First she shivered at their touch, and then burned with a wanton heat for more—more of that glorious place of both heat and ice.