Page 17 of Tusks & Saddles

Chapter Eleven

Willamina

W ill gasped as he replaced his cock with two fingers.

They curled up inside her and pressed into that sweet spot that made her see stars.

Gods and dragons and fucking daemon fire…

he’s so big. Every part of him was big. Big ass head full of thoughts, big arms that could throw her around without breaking a sweat, and of course, the big fucking battering ram he called a cock.

Should she have rushed him into rearranging her guts?

Probably not. But she wanted it and was willing to heal herself later for it.

His thumb brushed her clit, and her body turned to jelly.

She ground herself against the mossy riverbank.

Lips to her throat, the tips of his tusks grazed along her jaw.

Her stomach was already in knots before he started abusing that sweet spot.

She saw stars. With every nip and suck on her sensitive skin, another zap of delight raced down her body.

She’d return home with so many bruises she wanted to keep.

Especially the one he was nursing just on top of her right breast before returning to teasing her nipple.

That coil within her snapped once, but Boone was going for gold.

Or so it felt like because holy fucking dragon’s breath.

She was panting for air, clawing up his back, and bucking her hips off the moss once more. Her walls clamped down around him .

“That’s it, Baby, come for me,” he breathed against her damp skin, and she nearly swallowed her tongue.

The last thing she wanted was to give Roger more than an eyeful.

It was one thing to catch her and Boone out of the corner of his eye, he could turn away.

It was another to hear his boss getting her pussy tended to only fifty feet from him.

Will felt a vicious cool wash of pleasure come over her.

It ran a shiver down her spine and settled in her belly.

It made all her muscles turn to goo and she finally sagged back against the moss.

Boone’s fingers slowed to a stop, not leaving her but no longer wringing more waves of pleasure from her.

She finally peeled an eye open and found him looming over her.

“You done with me now?” she blurted out with a wheeze.

“Done tormenting your cunt, yes…with you? Never.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back from her.

Will sat up with shaky arms, not sure how she was even managing the movement.

He turned her to absolute mush. Her lungs rattled as she took in a deep breath.

Boone slid backward into the river, coaxing her with him. “Now, we scrub the grime off.”

She snorted but there were no clever words.

No thoughts; just her skin buzzing with delight as she sank into the river and let it brush over her.

Instead of trying to keep up with him, she let him wade across to get the soap out of their bag and probably clean clothes.

All she wanted was to bob above the water and stare at the sky.

She found one of the many large rocks at the bottom to keep her feet grounded and laid her head back.

The sky was burnt orange with one a few stragglers of clouds floating over their heads.

Boone returned behind her with her brush and bar of soap.

While she lathered up her body, letting the foam drift down the river, he picked out her hair knots.

Boone was far more sensitive of her scalp than she ever was, or even her mother.

He was even kind enough to scrub her hair, brush it once more, then braid it.

Soft and loose, but it was good to have it off her neck and mostly contained.

When he dunked under the water, she turned to her Paladin.

He spent a good minute under the water just raking his fingers against his scalp then his tusks.

Sand’s a bitch; it gets everywhere and itches.

When he emerged, she beckoned him with her fingers.

“Come here, you gave my scalp a good scrub, your turn.”

“Oooh, a Willamina spa treatment?” he teased.

“You want your hair brushed or not?” she retorted, narrowing her eyes on him.

“Yes please, ma’am.”

Willamina howled with laughter, chucking the bar of soap at him. “I’ll flatten you!”

“I would love to see you try.” He grinned from ear to ear as he twisted, kneeling down in the water. Where they were, it only came up to his collar bone.

“I could, you know,” she huffed. Will raked her fingers through his hair for any initial knots before lathering it up with the soap.

It wasn’t very hydrating, and it didn’t leave one’s hair silky smooth.

But clean hair is better than gritty hair.

She made sure to tug his head back by the nape of the neck, smirking as he groaned. “Poor baby, so tender-headed.”

“Touch starved,” he confessed, opening his eyes to stare up at her.

It was so innocent, so totally normally, but it stole what little air she’d returned to her lungs and left her breathless.

His gaze was soft, roaming her face like he was memorizing it.

She swallowed hard, tugging his head again.

He snorted in response. Will smiled to herself as she brushed through his hair softly.

I’ll feed you, Boone. I’ll make sure you’re never starved for nothing ever again. I’ll take care of you, cause ain’t no one gonna take care of you like I can .

She dunked his head again—softer this time—before letting him get up.

Her fingers were beginning to prune as she fished herself out of the river.

The towel she’d brought was scratchy but dried her off swift.

As she wrapped up her hair in it, tugging on clothes while there was still a sliver of light, she looked at the cattle.

They were settling in for the night, near the river and lazily chewing on their cud.

Roger was already leaning against Killer’s belly, both him and the horse down in the soft grass.

He had his cowboy hat over his face and a typical piece of straw sticking out of his mouth.

Will would have given him shit for it, but he looked comfy and she was ready to hunker down.

Boone already had the bedroll out and she fell into it like it was a cloud and not an inch of fluff between her and the hard ground.

It was the sweetest thing that she desperately needed.

Curled up in Boone’s arm, drifting off to the sound of slowly moving water and her Paladin breathing.

The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart led her deep into the dark and kept her safe from dreams.

For the third night in a row, she awoke rudely to the sharp tug of Boone’s body.

For the third night in a row, she shot forward in her bedroll, looking around.

However, thankfully, she awoke and found the camp fine.

No Sand Slithers, no robbers, no undead horde, just her and the early morning light.

When she looked at Boone, she found him rubbing his face.

“Sorry, Baby, wasn’t thinkin’,” he grumbled, patting the earth behind her. “My arm was asleep so I moved it, forgetting you were using it as a pillow.”

It was the best news she’d had through the whole push.

She sighed heavily, settling back down into the bedroll.

Turning over, draping an arm over his chest and snuggling her face against his soft, cotton shirt, she inhaled a refreshing scent of river water and soap.

Boone curled his arm around her, already shuffling back off to sleep.

While she wasn’t able to get back to sleep, she let herself have another selfish hour in his arms, where the world didn’t exist and she could pretend that everything was fine.

The sun was rising up over the horizon when she heard the familiar whinny of a horse. Will snapped up from her position to look around. Twisting around, she caught the sight of a horse racing out of view. A familiar chestnut tail fluttered behind them.

“That’s why!” she snarled, rushing to get out of the bedroll only to get caught up in it. By the time she was on her feet the horse was gone. Boone stood up beside her, rubbing the sleep from his eyes again. She growled, “Someone snatched her.”

“How?” He glanced around.

“I don’t know, but someone’s been watching us.” Will frowned as she inspected their cattle. All the cows were slowly getting to their hooves, Roger waking up as she approached. She could tell they weren’t missing cattle. So what do they want? “Something or someone is fucking with us.”

“I suspect our friends from the first night,” Boone grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“But we killed two of them?” She sucked on her teeth for a second before rattling her finger in the air. A small light bulb went off in her skull. “One got away, and the next day a horde of undead happen to lead a sand slither to our camp? Who riled them up?”

“And happened to be in the area to ensure we were eaten or worse? And was available to hitch a ride on Kaffa? That’s why she didn’t head back to camp or home where she knew it was safe.

Someone’s riding her toward the stronghold.

” Boone grabbed up their supplies, stuffing them haphazardly into the bags to clean up their camp.

Willamina turned to Betty who stomped sleepily up to her side. Her horse nuzzled her face to the side of her arm. Forehead to forehead, she hoped Betty might spare some thoughts but there were none. Who the fuck is trying to ruin my push?

“Who did we piss off?” Roger snorted.

“Got no clue, but we can’t afford to go back now.

We’re already here, might as well keep pushing.

Those assholes will show themselves eventually.

They gotta.” Will kissed the center of her horse’s head before heading for her saddle.

Betty followed happily, letting Will set her up for another ride.

And when I get my hands on them, I’ll kill them.