“Oh my God, Morgan,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Take the reins, Callie Mae,” he instructed.
“No, are you crazy?” she demanded, trying to stand. “This is…”
“Take the reins or I’ll blister your bottom right this minute,” he insisted, tightening his arm around her abdomen and pulling her snuggly against him with a groan of pleasure.
Callie Mae took the reins.
Morgan arranged her skirts over them, concealing everything. Sliding his free hand up her leg he settled between her thighs, one finger on her clit tapping lightly.
“Release the brake.”
Callie Mae was fit to be tied. There was no way she could get away from him, and now that he was kissing her neck in time with his other attentions, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. The huge hand pressing on her tummy was deliciously wicked, the thick finger spanking and stroking the strange little spot between her legs seemed to steal away the last of her good sense. She released the brake.
Morgan grinned.
“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Now isn’t this a nice way to ride into town?”
“You can’t be serious?” she gasped weakly.
“Oh, I’m very serious. You’re not getting off my lap until we’ve both come to a climax. Me, probably only once, you may come several times if you play your cards right,” he teased.
Callie Mae slowed the team to a crawl.
“Aw, you’re no fun,” he laughed. “Set a decent pace, we don’t have all day.”
“What if we run into someone?” she asked fidgeting to his delight.
“I’ll say I’m teaching you how to drive,” he drawled.
“I already know how to drive a rig,” she snapped, fighting the urge to shift her hips back and forth.
“Not like this, you don’t,” Morgan laughed. “Now give those horses a little encouragement,” he said as he pinched her clit.
With a defeated sigh, she complied. In reality, the road was her best friend. Each bump and rut, and there were plenty of them, drove her up and down on her husband’s shaft. His busy fingers had her crying out her pleasure before they’d gone a quarter of a mile. He was so deep within her that some bumps caused a moment of pain, but even that was alarmingly exciting and had her grinding against him.
As they neared town, she began to get anxious. Other than a few deep moans, Morgan seemed content to stay exactly as they were. While she’d found her release several times, he was still hard as steel inside her. Deciding she had to do something or feel as though she would never be able to show her face in town again, she gathered up her dwindling energy and slowed the team to a crawl.
“What are you doing?” he asked with a smile.
“I’m going to finish this and that’s all there is to it,” she insisted. Following her instincts, she began rotating her hips. If it felt good to her, it would most likely feel the same for him and as she picked up speed it sure as hell worked on her end. Before she knew what hit her she was crying out again and losing her rhythm.
“It’s all right sweetheart,” he told her, taking her hips in his hands. “I’ll take it from here.”
Lifting her up and down, he found his pleasure quickly, having been holding back for the last few miles. At the crucial moment he held her tightly to him, spilling his seed deep within her as she sagged in his arms. A few moments later he blithely lifted her off his lap, set her beside him, and closed his trousers.
“You might want to take a few minutes to fix yourself up,” he suggested, cracking the reins. “You look a little ragged.”
Callie Mae slapped his arm and replaced her bonnet after smoothing her hair. Her first stop would be at The Duchess to freshen up. After that she would go and see Marshall Riley. Arguing with her new husband was interesting but she decided to pick her battleground more carefully in the future. Besides, now he’d promised to spank her, and she could tell he meant it. Lord, she’d die of embarrassment if his mother or his brother Matthew heard it. Maybe if she did everything he wanted her to she could get out of it. She’d make sure he had a big piece of apple pie at the café after lunch. That should put him in a good mood and if she found someone to manage the saloon, all the better.
Morgan hid his smile as he pulled up outside The Duchess. He could almost see the wheels turning in her mind. Climbing down, he circled the wagon and lifted her to the boardwalk.
“I’m going to the post office. I have a couple of letters to post for Ma. Meet me at Hank’s office as soon as you can,” he said, stooping to kiss her cheek.
“I’ll be along shortly,” she assured him, smiling sweetly before opening the door of the saloon.
“It’s not locked,” Morgan observed with a scowl.
