Page 3 of That Fateful Ride

R ebecca slowed Polaris as she approached the edge of Demon Canyon. Definitely not much in the way to look at visually. Deep in the bottom of the canyon, she glanced around before tucking her chin and rolling up the collar of her coat hoping to combat the wind whipping through the area.

There wasn’t much of anything to Demon Canyon. The complete town lined the road. Heck, she thought Copper Junction, where she lived, was small but compared to this place, it thrived.

Even though there wasn’t much many horses moved along the narrow street, carrying men and pulling wagons. She spied the sign for the General store. Given the coffins out front, she assumed he doubled as the undertaker. Up ahead on her left, swinging in the increasing wind hung a sign she had been on the lookout for.

Right Hand Saloon.

Nerves exploded in her belly and she nearly rode on by only to circle around and head back to the station. Instead, she turned Polaris toward the hitching post out front of the saloon and swung down. Fingering the reins she curved her hand around the leathers before looping them around the post.

“Here I go, Polaris.”

Her gelding twitched his ears but otherwise didn’t seem to be the slightest bit interested in her issues.

“Thanks a lot.” His tail flicked and snapped her on the back. With a glare in his direction, she stomped up the steps and pushed inside. Two things hit her at once. The heat and the smell. Perfume, stale beer and unwashed bodies. Nausea smacked her in the face and she didn’t understand how men could come in here.

Three women looked up from where they walked around the room, delivering drinks and flirting with the men there. Two of the women were white, one with red hair and the other a deep chestnut. The third was of Asian descent. Their dresses were corseted at the top showing off a lot of skin and when one walked around the table, she realized, there wasn’t a skirt to it only a bit of material around her regions.

Averting her gaze, she exhaled sharply and struggled to regain her composure. It wouldn’t do for them to see her blushing and stammering like she was embarrassed.

“Robert.”

Lifting her head she found an older woman walking across the room toward her, her black hair streaked with some gray. Her full figure was impressive as was the way the men all treated her with respect. Unlike the other women, her dress was an actual dress and covered her, even if the top was far more risqué that she would ever wear.

“Sharla is with a customer right now,” she said with a smile.

“Just came for a bath.”

Her eyes narrowed and ran over her head to toe before she nodded. “Sure. I’ll have one brought up to you in the last room on the right.”

“Thank you.”

“Megan. Come see Robert up to the bathing room. Candella and Rita, get the tub filled as quick as possible.”

The Asian woman, Megan, she supposed sashayed up to him and smiled, settling a hand on his arm.

“Come on Robert. Maybe I can convince you to give me a spin even though I’m not Sharla.”

Rebecca cleared her throat and allowed the woman to tug her to the wide staircase and lead her up. From below the brim of her hat, she looked over the men there. No one paid her any attention as their focus was on the women, drink, and cards.

At the top, she turned to the right, Megan still on her arm brushing her breasts against her as she got closer and closer. Rebecca longed to push her away but had no clue as to how her brother acted here.

If she’d not wanted a bath before, she sure did now.

“Sharla is in with Big Jake,” Megan announced as they made their way down the hall.

All she could do was nod. I am so far out of my depth.

Grunting and squeaking bed springs filled the air along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Mortification rushed up her face and she dipped her head a bit more, praying it didn’t show.

“That’s it girlie. Take Big Jake’s dick. God you know how to ride it. I’m going to fucking cum all over you. All over these brown tits I’m going to streak my white cum. For starters, gonna make you think twice about ever refusing me.”

The mumbled reply was followed by a smack of what she could only assume was hand to skin. Then more moans.

Her steps slowed, if that woman wasn’t there willingly?

Really, what could she do? She wasn’t strong, totally outnumbered. Disgusted with herself, she glanced at the woman who insisted on walking beside her, ensuring their arms remained linked.

If it bothered Megan, she didn’t show it. Then again, the woman was around this kind of thing all this time, probably didn’t even give her pause. Rebecca didn’t hold anything against her, a woman had to find a way to survive.

“When is that station manager of yours coming back out here, Robert?”

That got her thinking about something other than her embarrassment of hearing two people fuck. And…whatever else that was about.

“Come again?”

“Cyrus? Cy Spencer? That man used to come here but hasn’t in a while. When you see him next,” she paused to open the door to the last room, “tell him we miss him here.” Megan smiled and bit her lower lip as she dragged her finger down between her breasts, the tops of them nearly spilling free of her corset.

“I’ll do that.” She looked Megan in the eyes, not focusing on where her finger was going or the blatant offer.

She didn’t, however, like the jealousy that slammed into her at the thought of Cy being with these women. No, she wasn’t an idiot and knew how things worked. Men came to brothels to get a woman. Or in the case of Demon Canyon they went to the saloon that served double purpose.

She hadn’t had a man and until meeting Cyrus Spencer hadn’t given it much thought. Not even with Anson.

A low snort escaped her. Definitely not Anson.

The large tub was there and moments later, Rita and Candella walked in, carrying buckets of hot water and two smaller, well younger men, carried in some more.

Megan continued to wait with Rebecca until the tub was filled. The others walked out but Megan stayed and she turned to trail her hand down his chest. Rebecca nearly flinched. Instead she stopped the downward trek of the other woman before she could feel the bindings.

“Just here for a bath this time.”

She flattened her lips and rolled her eyes. “You can fuck a woman who isn’t black you know.”

A frame slammed into the wall as grunts and groans filled the air once more.

“Bath then I have to get back. My ride is up soon.”

“I’m happy to bathe you.”

Rebecca shook her head. Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well.

Megan sighed and shrugged. “I’ll get my turn with you yet Robert.” Megan rolled her lower lip between her teeth. “I’ve seen your cock and I want it. Mouth. Ass. Pussy. All of those places.” Gaze dropping to her groin, Megan licked her lips. “Soon. Come night time with the lights off, you won’t know the difference between me and Sharla. I promise I can do everything she can and more.”

She guided her to the door and out. “Thank you Megan.” Closing the door, Rebecca sighed as she leaned back on the wood. Things she never wanted to think about in terms of her twin. Taking time to lock the door, draw the shades over the window she began to undress only to pause and put the chair under the doorknob.

Groaning with relief as she unbound her breasts, she shot a nervous glance to the door as she stepped into the hot water. What she wouldn’t give for some nice smelling soap.

The wallbanging didn’t stop. In fact, it got louder as the couple continued with their acrobatics. Tuning them out best she could, Rebecca reached for the cloth and bar of soap.

Heated water soothed her aching muscles and she moaned a little on her own as she settled deeper into the tub. Helped being smaller, she fit where a man like Cy would be not able stretch out as she was.

Her breath stuttered as she lathered up the cloth and scrubbed her skin. Wincing at the abrasive feel of the material, she scrunched up her nose and put it back in the water, softening it up a bit more.

Cleaning quick, honestly she was scared to be caught unawares here and have them discover she wasn’t a man. Unfortunately, even as she rushed through the longest, warmest bath she’d had since she left home, her thoughts drifted back to the station manager.

Cyrus Spencer.

Rebecca swallowed. Hard. She shook her head, not fully understanding the emotions and feelings overtaking her body. Her nipples were tight points, nearly aching with pain and a craving for something.

She skimmed the cloth over them and whimpered at the sensation. The hair on her arms stood on end as her skin crackled with an energy she’d never experienced before. Shifting restlessly on the bottom of the tub, she searched for a way to alleviate this raw, hungry need coursing through her.

Nothing worked. She swallowed constantly as there came increased saliva, breathing came faster, and heat pushed up over her skin and centering in her face. Twice more she passed the cloth over her taut nipples and twice more, low moans were pulled from her.

Her music backdrop no longer the plinking of the piano keys from below, now she focused more on the sounds coming from the room beside her.

She dropped the cloth in the warm water, pulse pounding as she settled her head back against the rim, allowing herself to submerge up to her neck.

Was the woman next door moaning because she was being touched in such a way? Rebecca slowly slid her hands along her tender breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples, moaning again as pleasure streaked through her.

If Cy touched me like this, would I make those same noises?

Was it wrong she wanted to find out?

Between her legs, a demanding throb had set up, this unexperienced need directing her touch down. Eyes closing, panting with a craving she didn’t fully understand, she listed to the need of her body.

Her hands weren’t smooth and the roughness had her breath hitching as she smoothed them over her torso and down across her belly. Muscles tightening in a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty she pressed on, a greater desire pushing her, directing her.

The moans next door changed, no longer fast and high but lower and longer. She bit her lower lip as she shifted again in the cooling water.

Rebecca hesitated with her fingers on the wet curls above the juncture of her thighs. Was this wrong?

She knew the mechanics of sex, she had watched animals do it and understood. But until actually meeting Cy Spencer, there’d never been a need within her to feel, well, anything more than she did.

Two fingers slid between her lower lips and she gasped as the headboard from next door slammed into the wall. Wet from the water yes, but there was another slickness there and the tiny nub was swollen and she jolted again as her fingers trailed over it.

“Oh,” she gasped.

Right hand on the edge of the tub, she widened her thighs and made circles on the sensitive bud. Pleasure streaked through her as she didn’t relent. Fast and slow, she tried out different speeds and angles to see what she liked best.

Her body hummed with energy, like the air did when a big storm appeared and threatened to explode. With her middle finger, she dipped it inside her core and back out, short, shallow pumps even while she continued to use the heel of her palm on her clit.

Hips shifting, breasts tingling, Rebecca pulled her fingers from inside her and circled faster, needing to get to that cliff. She craved that feeling she’d not had before but her body knew where it needed to go.

Eyes closed, she listened to the shared moans from the room beside her, conjured up a visual of Cy and worked her fingers faster and faster. Just there, a tiny bit more and her body shattered, back arching, hips lifting her from the bottom of the tub, she cried out as her orgasm rocked her.

For a few moments she didn’t move, couldn’t move. Merely sat there, water again up to her neck and panted. The sounds next door slowed and stopped. Shifting in the water, Rebecca realized where she was and hurried to finish.

Dressing as soon as she was dry, she winced as the wrappings abraded her sensitive breasts. When she’d put on her bandanna and slipped on her coat she removed the chair from blocking entrance. Seconds later, the door opened and Megan stood there, corset unlaced and her breasts exposed.

Wedging her hat on her head, she shook her head and walked up to Megan, eyes on her face, not the exposed breasts. “No time, Megan.”

“I heard you in here,” she pouted. “You didn’t have to jack off alone, I would have helped you.”

She maneuvered by the woman in the doorway. “I have to get back, I told you, I have a run.”

Another door opened down the hall and out stepped a young black woman, holding a robe closed, eyes widening as their gazes met.

“Robert. Just give me a moment to clean up.”

God, this was disgusting. She shook her head and pulled Megan back out of the room. “No need. I was well taken care of.” She placed a kiss to Megan’s cheek, patted her on the ass and walked away, cheeks burning.

Without stopping again, she hustled outside and was back in the saddle, riding back toward Buffalo Creek station as soon as she turned Polaris in that direction.

Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for her mind to drift back to the pleasure she’d brought herself in the tub and combined with the rocking she was doing in the saddle, she was aroused shortly.

It was going to be a long ride back.