Straw Men by J. R. Roberts Page B

wanted to keep you here for a little longer.”
    â€œI’m…glad you did,” Clint replied as he was nearly overwhelmed by the combined sensations of Fawn’s hard little nipples brushing against his chest and her pussy tightening around him.
    â€œI saw the fire in your eyes when you first rode into camp,” she continued. “I could not stop thinking about it.”
    Clint leaned back and pumped up into her. The move took Fawn by surprise, but the look in her eyes showed it was a pleasant one. She started to speak again, but her breath was taken away as Clint pumped into her again.
    His hips thrust up like a piston, filling Fawn’s body until the little climax that had already started to fade became something that filled her entire body like an explosion. She pulled in a breath, which became a gasp, and then bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out.
    Clint’s hands were balled into fists behind him. He lowered his hips to discover that Fawn had gotten her legs beneath herself and was squatting on top of him. She lowered her hips to follow his every move. The moment she seemed to catch her breath, Clint pumped into her and took it away again.
    Fawn’s climax made every muscle in her body tense. Her fingers dug into his skin and she snapped her head back until the plea sure finally subsided enough for her to open her eyes again. Sweat glistened from her brow as she pumped her hips faster and faster in short strokes that sent Clint directly over his own threshold.
    When he exploded inside of her, it was so intense that he thought he might have snapped his hands free of the ropes. But the knots of those ropes had already been untied. Fawn remained on top of him and gently placed a finger upon his lips.
    By the time he caught his own breath, Clint felt the bit of weight that had been on top of him move away. He brought his arms around to work a few of the kinks from his shoulders and asked, “Why help me?”
    â€œYou tried to help before. You should not be killed for that.”
    â€œAnd…the rest?”
    She crawled next to him, a smooth, naked presence in the shadows. “That was because I wanted to. Now go.”
    Clint was never one to refuse a lady.

TWENTY-THREE
    Clint leaned forward to untie the ropes around his ankles. He also needed to pull up his jeans if he wanted to stand up. By the time he was done with those things, Fawn had slipped back into her tunic and was gone. He could still smell the natural scent of her hair and skin. He could still taste her upon his tongue, but had to force those things from his mind as he crept in the darkness to get his bearings.
    It didn’t take much creeping for him to figure out he was in the back of a wagon. Now that he was no longer blindfolded, he could see the size of the space he was in. And now that he could move on his own, he could feel the boards creak beneath him. The boards didn’t move very much, however, which didn’t quite fit with the idea of being in a wagon. Clint figured out that last part the moment he carefully stuck his head out the back of the wagon, which was covered by a set of tanned hides.
    The wagon didn’t have any wheels. The axles were still in place, but the body of the wagon was sitting upon the ground like a small hut. Clint couldn’t make out the entire camp from where he was, but he could see a few other wagons situated directly upon the ground in a similar manner. Judging by the condition of those wagons, they could have been scavenged from some of the recent attacks.
    There was another wagon a few paces away from Clint and a few more on the opposite end of the camp. A fire was built in the middle of everything else like the hub of a wheel. Two tepees were set up on the other end of the camp as well and it seemed that most of the people in the camp were focusing on the largest of them.
    A few bare-chested men in war paint sat near the fire, but they were watching the