Sarah's Playmates by Virginia Wade Page B

asked
Buck.
    “I guess, if I have to,” muttered Millie.
    “There’s the spirit.”
    “Don’t expect me to swallow it.”
    “Just suck me, you Irish bitch.”
    “Oh, Brack.” My fingertips dug into his
shoulders, while I rode him, feeling him deep. The heat in the
small dwelling had become oppressive, leaving a thin sheen of
perspiration on my body. It smelled like sex, potent and musky.
    “That’s it. Work me.”
    I kissed him, our tongues battling
sensuously. His arms went around me, holding me close, our slick
skin rubbing, straining for release. I moaned, and shuddered from
the pleasure that rocked my system. “Oh, my Lord!” I trembled and
convulsed with each contraction, my pussy compressing his cock.
“Oooohhh…Brack…”
    “Oh, Jesus.” He thrust up into me,
stiffening. “Ooohhh…Sarah…” We clung together, our mouths fused, as
we rode out the tiny, blissful aftershocks. “It was so good,
honey.”
    “It was.” I sounded exhausted.
    Buck groaned, spraying cream into Millie’s
face. “Yeah! Now you’re getting it.”
    “Ugh. That’s disgusting.”
    He chuckled in reply.
     
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
     
     
    Breakfast was stale bread and dried jerky,
but I didn’t mind. Brack and I wandered down to the lake for a
swim. Afterwards, we sat in the grass, and I appreciated the way
the sun hit the water, producing thousands of brilliant flashes. I
was cradled between his legs, leaning against him.
    “How long have you been robbing trains?”
    “About a year.”
    “What did you do with my engagement
ring?”
    “Nothing yet. I got a jeweler who melts the
gold down and sells the stones. He’s in Pennsylvania. I haven’t
been able to see him.”
    “That ring was in Edmund’s family for a
hundred years.”
    “Sorry about that. I still have it, if you
want it.”
    “No. Never mind.”
    “Are you in love with him?”
    “I thought so.”
    “What about now?”
    “He might be dead for all I know. The Indians
attacked the train after they derailed it. He…could have passed
away.”
    “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
    I turned to stare at him. “You’re sorry? You
robbed my train! You pointed weapons in people’s faces and stole
their possessions. Now you say you’re sorry?”
    He shrugged, looking sheepish. “It’s my job.
Some people work in banks or in offices. I just happen to be a
robber by profession. Scaring the tar outta innocent people is a
part of the job.” He grinned crookedly. “Sorry.”
    “That’s a horrible justification.”
    “It is, but it’s the only one I got.”
    “Can’t you do something else with yourself?
Can’t you study a trade or work for a legitimate business?”
    “Robbing is lucrative. I was a lousy
farmer.”
    “It’s dangerous.”
    “It is.”
    “Then stop it.”
    “It’s too late. I made a bad decision a year
ago. Buck asked for help. He and Jimmy had the idea that robbing
one train would set us up for life. We had our guns out before we
even boarded, and the passengers hid their valuables. We only got
about three hundred dollars and some watches that weren’t worth
nothin’. We had to rob another train to make up for it, and, by
that time, it was too late. I was a wanted man.”
    “Now you can’t walk away.”
    “No ma’am. They’d find me. I could run for a
while, but it would delay the inevitable. My kind don’t fare so
well in the courts, and with good reason.”
    “What if you had a lawyer?”
    “Can’t afford one.”
    I had a trust from my grandmother. “I could
get you one.”
    “Don’t bother. It wouldn’t do any good.”
    “You’re awfully pessimistic.”
    “No, realistic. The odds are stacked against
me. I have no one to blame but myself.”
    The fact that he had given up bothered me.
“But don’t you want something better for your kids? Shouldn’t you
be fighting for them? Maybe you could leave the country? Start over
somewhere new.”
    “They’re in Missouri with my sister. She’s
taking