Read Online As the Cowboy Commands [Ecstasy in the Old West 2] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Robin Gideon - Free Book Online Page B

think we can get you home now. The streets seem quiet enough.” She gave him a look of utter incredulity. He said, “I think you’ll be more comfortable at home, don’t you?”
    Helen picked up her petticoat and wiped her hands with it, then her thighs and pelvis. She couldn’t look up at Jared. She was more ashamed of herself than ever before in her life. She simply couldn’t understand why she was powerless against Jared, completely helpless against his erotic allure. He inspired in her a wild, licentious sense of abandon that she never dreamed she possessed. She lifted her gaze just enough to see his cock, as rigid as ever, its head and an inch of its shaft still glistening moistly with her saliva.
    In a soft voice, Helen asked, “Why can’t I say ‘no’ to you?”
    “Put your dress on, and while I escort you home, I’ll explain why it is best to never say ‘no’ to me.”
     
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    They made it back to Helen’s carriage at the livery without incident. Jared retrieved his horse, a black, long-legged gelding with a white blaze on his forehead. They made it out of the town proper without being seen. It did not take long to travel the two and a half miles to Helen’s small, tidy home with its small barn.
    “You go inside,” Jared said when they reached Helen’s house. “I’ll put up your horse for you.” Jared looked to the east. “It’ll be sunup in ninety minutes, or so.” He helped her down from the wagon. “Get cleaned up. I’ll be in there soon enough.”
    Jared saw the gratitude in Helen’s eyes. As she started to leave, he caught her by the arm to stop her. Quickly and impulsively, he bent down and kissed her on the temple then turned away and began leading the horses to the barn.
    Darkness inside the barn made the initial going difficult for Jared. He eventually found the small kerosene lamp and, after a bit more fumbling, found the box of matches that he knew had to be nearby. By the time he got the lantern lit, he could smell wood smoke coming from the house. As he unhitched Helen’s mare from the harness and put her into one of two stalls in the small barn, he thought about the events of the past several hours and what ramifications they might have on his life.
    Jared Parker was a man who understood violence. He understood the absurdity of violence and the necessity of it. He often thought it ironic that he made his income, which often was rather substantial, by quashing violent men in a violent manner.
    He found the bin where Helen kept her ground oats. He gave the mare a half bucket, and then his own horse one as well. After more rummaging about—he found the barn to be neat and orderly, but not particularly arranged in the manner in which he would have liked—Jared found the currycomb and began brushing down the mare.
    Thoughts of Helen drifted across Jared’s mind as he tended to the horses, and those thoughts and memories made him smile. Though his experience with women was considerable, he couldn’t remember a time when he’d seen such incredible breasts. So big and lush and firm! He typically wasn’t overwhelmingly aroused by voluptuous women, but with Helen, it was different. Hazy mental images slithered across his consciousness of what emotions he would experience upon looking down as he straddled Helen’s prone body, watching his hard cock sliding between her breasts. The thought made him shiver. He shook his head, fighting against such licentious thoughts, struggling to focus on currycombing the mare.
    Though Helen was inexperienced, she was passionate…but would she be game for some lusty titty-fucking?
    Aloud, to himself, Jared said sternly, “Stop thinking about it.”
    When Jared finished with the horses and exited the barn, he saw lights in the house through the window curtains. He felt a strange sensation—one he’d never before experienced and did not now understand—as he headed toward the house and toward the woman waiting inside.
    Jared paused a