“We share everything,” the woman whispered, pinching out a candle flame and the room dimmed slightly.
Four hands began to caress the scarred youth, undoing buttons and belts, removing an endless array of weapons.
“Strong, he’s so very strong,” one sister whispered hoarsely.
“He better be,” the other said as she went to her knees and took Jak fully into her mouth.
Lily kissed him again, and no more words were spoken through the long autumn night.
MILDRED HAD GONE TO BED early, complaining that her ankle ached, so J.B. entered their assigned room on the second floor as quietly as possible so not to wake her. The negotiations with the caravan leader had gone well, and the trip should be an easy job. Mildred was going to ride shotgun, so she wouldn’t have to use her sprained foot for driving the whole way. That should please her a lot.
Opening the door, J.B. was surprised to find the room lit with more candles than anybody would have deemed necessary and some sort of sweet-smelling incense musky in the air. Covered by blankets to the neck, Mildred was lying in the big bed smiling expectantly. Her gun belt was draped over the nearby end table, the medical bag in the corner.
“Thought you were feeling poorly,” the Armorer said carefully.
Mildred motioned him closer, causing the blankets to slide down to her waist and expose her full breasts.
“Come here, John,” she whispered, “and see for yourself how I feel.”
The candlelight glistened off her skin, and J.B. realized for the hundredth time what a truly beautiful woman she was.
The most beautiful he had ever been with. Closing the door tightly, he slid a chair under the latch to make sure there were no interruptions until the dawn.
WALKING UP THE RICKETY STAIRS to the second floor, Ryan and Krysty took the middle room and bid goodnight to Doc and Dean.
“Where’s Jak?” Dean asked, scowling.
“With the barmaid,” his father replied, unlocking the door to their room.
“Wonder if he noticed there’s two of them,” Krysty said, chuckling and fighting back a yawn.
“They were twins?” Dean asked, confused.
“Come along, young Master Cawdor,” Doc said, sporting a grin for the other adults to see. “I’ll explain it to you tomorrow. Good night.”
“Night,” Krysty replied as she closed the door.
Standing near the bed, Ryan was already stripped to the waist, checking his weapons one last time before placing them on a nearby chair. Free from the weight, he stretched, listening to his joints crack and pop.
“Been a long day,” he said, sighing, kicking off his boots. “Tomorrow, as well.”
“Not over yet, lover,” Krysty purred, and her shirt flew across the room to land on top of his clothes.
The man turned to find the woman already naked. The lone candle did little to illuminate the darkness, but a flood of moonlight gave the room a surreal appearance as if everything were forged of purest silver laid on black velvet, including the redhead’s luscious curves.
Krysty held out her arms invitingly, and he joined her in an ardent embrace, her nails lightly scratching down his muscular back and across his powerful waist. Her nipples hardened against his chest as he rose between her soft thighs.
“Pretty fast for an old man. Been a while, hasn’t it, lover?” she whispered.
“Too long,” he growled, and lifted her bodily off the cold floorboards.
Krysty grabbed his head and pressed it between her breasts as he blindly walked to the bed and placed her on the downy quilt. Mouths and hands roamed freely, tasting, touching, stroking in a banquet of intimacy.
A noise outside the window made them both pause to make sure the blasters were at hand, safeties off. But as the voices moved on, Ryan gently pushed her down on the bed and started to spread wide her strong thighs.
Unexpectedly, the woman wrapped her long legs around his waist and hauled him down onto the bed beside her. Then, lifting herself up on her knees, Krysty used her hands to stroke him hard and make sure Ryan was ready before deliciously lowering herself, fully engulfing him until their hips rested together and their bodies fused for a brief few seconds in perfect symmetry.