Page 18 of Tusks & Saddles

Chapter Twelve

Boone

“ B oone! You got some stragglers!” Will called out as they pushed the cattle across the river, ten heads at a time, it was a slow but steady process.

While Roger sprinkled them with haste dust, and Will kept up a count, they were nearing the end, nearly ready to take off.

In an hour, the haste powder would kick in fully and they’d be flying like a bullet through the valley.

If they were trying to catch up to the last thief, they needed to pick up the pace.

Boone twisted, finding two cows wandering off in the wrong direction.

With a flick of his rope, he got one by the horn and tugged, causing them to pivot.

The other followed, the pair munching along the grass as he encouraged them back into the herd.

They were the last two through the river, Boone urging them forward.

Roger was already at the front, guiding the herd forward.

Will waited on the back of Betty as the Paladin flipped the lock on the boards and the river rushed back to fill up the space once more.

He grabbed onto the horn of Will’s saddle and swung himself onto it. “Let’s get this rodeo on the road, huh?”

Will snorted, shaking her head. With a click of her tongue, they were off .

To her credit, Will never dwelled on the bad things long. She found a solution and ran with it. It might have helped to know Kaffa was okay, so long as the thieves needed or wanted the horse. Boone would use everything in his power to get the horse back.

His dreams, unfortunately, had been full of many moving images.

While The Sun Bringer didn’t have much to say, she did show him a lot.

Flashes of things that didn’t connect or make sense.

He saw the robbers, the sands, the slither, Kaffa running, a masked man, then Jacobus.

He wasn’t sure where Jacobus fit into it, but he kept going back to his friend stumbling on a dock muttering “I don’t feel so good”.

Boone wrapped his arms around Willamina tighter, watching from over her shoulder as they rode into the grassy valley.

“Feels like going home, huh?” Will teased.

“No, why?” He blinked rapidly in confusion.

“That was a big sigh there, was just wondering if you were missing home?” She glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Pfft,” he chortled, “my home is where my pillow is…I do miss a real bed, but the stronghold wasn’t my home. And I been away so long, I can’t call my old man’s house ‘home’ either.”

Boone didn’t think on it often; there wasn’t much time.

But, when the thought occurred to him, he thought about going back.

Checking in, seeing what the old, grumpy orc was doing, and what wildlife he was tormenting.

If he’d retired to the seaside or if he kept their cabin the way it was…

if he was happy? He didn’t let himself ask it often because then he thought of Welby.

The guilt returned tenfold. He’s out in the world now, he’s a grown man. You missed all of it .

“You never really talk about him.” Will led Betty up around the left side of the herd, Roger pulling to the right so they were cattycorner of each other. “Or your past.”

“My past is just a boring story of a boy who was set out in the world too early because his family needed money…and I needed purpose.” He rested his chin down onto her shoulder, letting himself rest his weight against her.

Once upon a time I was a lost kid who knew if I didn’t do something, my baby brother would starve, and my dad wasn’t able to return to the work he retired from. “So, I found some.”

“Ah, yes, the grand purpose of driving cattle across the continent.” Will let out an indignant snort, shaking her head again.

Those pretty, strawberry blond tendrils dancing behind her shoulders.

It took all the restraint in the world not to wrap them around his fist like the reins in her hands, and tug.

Just to feel her body arch and force her feisty mouth shut for a moment.

“Don’t forget saving your ass.” He smirked to himself.

“Ha!” she barked, swatting his face off her shoulder. “I save my own ass, Boone Larokson.”

Boone leaned in close to her ear again, chuckling darkly. “Mmm, and what a mighty fine ass it is.”

Will shivered. The hand against her stomach pulled her firmly against him and her shoulders melted.

His lips traced the shell of her ear. I guess I should have known I wouldn’t be able to get enough…

not after craving her for years. He brushed down her stomach, cupping that inferno of an apex between her thighs.

A tiny gasp came from her as he bucked a little harder in the saddle, just to press his stiff length against her backside.

“You fixin’ to do something to my ass, Boone, or just torment me in this saddle?

” She tossed over her shoulder, sending zaps of delight straight to his cock.

His toes curled in his boots. This woman is going to be the death of me.

Oh, and he’d go out happily with his boots on and his face buried between those strong thighs.

“Undo your belt,” he growled into her ear.

Will dropped a hand to immediately flick open her belt, the metal slapping against her thigh once before she tucked it into her pocket for safe keeping.

Don’t want an alarm bell going off where Roger might hear.

Boone chuckled, nibbling at her earlobe. “Mmm, that’s my girl.”

Willamina shivered as he nipped her shoulder affectionately.

The hand cupping her snaked between her soft, silky stomach that clenched at his touch and the cotton fabric of her underwear.

He’d barely swiped across her curls when he felt how wet she was.

It made him bite down on the crook of her neck harder.

“You’re gonna bite a chunk out of me, Boone,” she giggled, and he groaned.

“Well, my girl’s drenched and I have to behave, or else we’re not pushing cattle today.

So, what is it? You want a couple bruises to go with my fingers playing this pussy…

or you want me to make Roger stop so I can pin you to the grass and fuck you till the cows, literally, come home?

” His voice was raspy in his throat as he ground himself against her.

Once had definitely not been enough last night but he didn’t have the energy to rouse her for another round.

Sleep seemed more important. However, now, in the light of day with his cock hard enough to make him dizzy, it was maybe a bad call not to slide in between her thighs in the bedroll last night.

“You’re a rotten, wicked Paladin, you know that?

” she gasped as his fingers swiped through her curls, finding her clit with his forefinger.

He used two fingers to keep her spread for him, one to circle her bundle of nerves slowly.

Will choked on her words for a second before they tumbled out from deep in her chest. “What does your goddess think of that naughty tongue of yours? ”

“Sun Bringer could give two shits how often I shove my tongue up your cunt, Willamina Jones,” Boone snickered. Her bucks with the saddle were sloppy. He could see the shake in her legs, feel it as he picked up his pace a little.

“Boone,” she whimpered.

“Eyes on the valley, Baby,” he purred in her ear.

She slapped a hand to the horn, gripping it for dear life as he toyed with her clit.

From their angle and the fact she was in her working jeans, he couldn’t get inside her like he wanted.

He would have to settle for toying with that bundle of nerves till she saw fireworks.

Which took longer, but boy was it worth the ride.

Especially as her hips jumped up an inch, unable to squeeze her legs.

Her hand snapped back around her, grabbing onto his thigh with her claws for fingernails.

If he weren’t wearing his riding leathers, she’d have shredded him alive.

Worth it. Worth every bit of it. He did what he could to swipe down as far as he could to gather some of her nectar on his fingertips.

Then, like the true rotten bastard he was, he fished his hands out of her pants to lick his fingers clean. He made sure to smack his lips extra loud in her ear, watching the baby hairs on the back of her neck stand up. What was better than teasing her where she can’t do a damn thing about it, huh?

“I’m gonna get you back, motherfucker,” she growled.

“Is that begging for me to do it again, I hear?” he teased, hand slithering back across the small, exposed skin of her stomach.

She clenched up, hips jerking, but she didn’t say no.

She didn’t bat his hand away. And as he tentatively speared them down into her panties, swiping through the messy, damp curls again, her body sagged backward toward him.

He chuckled against her ear, “That’s my girl. ”

Boone wasn’t sure how long he’d get away with it, but the valley was a good two-hour ride.

And the second time, he took his time. Making sure to ease her up that hill, even grazing her throat and sneaking a few cheeky brushes of his thumb against the front of her shirt.

It wasn’t till they hit the tree line, all the cattle and horses hastened, that he was forced to give up his game.

She’s going to beat my ass for that later.

Thankfully, for him, it was less beating and more rough sex.

Which is exactly what she did when they finally slowed under the setting sun.

The cattle were sluggish, having worn out their hastened hooves.

They were a good two days ahead of schedule thanks to that little trick.

And Boone was unceremoniously chucked from the saddle.

He cackled the whole way through the trees as Willamina told Roger “ We’ll be right back”.

She proceeded to throw his ass into the grassy forest floor. “You think you’re so cute, huh?”

“Cute? No…” he snickered as her hands did away with his belt and hers with little hesitation. “Horny? Yes.”

“I bet you are, fucker.” She stood up only to shove her pants down and off her ankles. “Wonder how I feel.”

“Don’t have to,” he grinned without an ounce of shame, helping her pull out his aching and already weeping cock. “I felt it the whole ride here.”

“Gods damn, I’m gonna fuck the brains out of you, Boone.” She huffed, straddling him.

“Please do. I’ve been aching to go out with a bang.” He howled with laughter as she slapped him in the center of his chest. “Damnit, Baby, I’m only teasing.”

She grabbed him firmly by the base, smirking as she lowered herself onto him.

Boone’s head pressed back into the warm grass, hips arching up to meet her.

She felt like paradise. Like oblivion in a warm, wet sheath that wrapped around him tight and refused to let go.

His fingers gripped her hard, sure to leave his fingerprints on her hips.

Willamina gave off a breathy laugh, “I like when you call me baby.”

Boone peeled his eyes open, finally able to look at her.

To push up on his elbows and watch her rock him deep into her warmth, knocking his cock directly into that sweet spot.

I can’t fucking express enough how much I like that she can ride.

Will pressed her hands to his chest for support as she picked a hard pace.

Her hips bounced sharp and fast, making him see stars.

But through the sparks of delight and the pleasured haze around them, he saw her so clearly.

The pleased smile on her face, the ruby blush, and he memorized how pretty she looked in the setting sunlight.

“Baby,” he purred, grinning as she shivered.

Boone shifted, planting his boots flat against the earth and bucking up into her.

She was tossed forward into his chest where he could claim her lips and hold her tight.

Taking over to give her poor hips a break, he drove himself up and into her.

He swallowed her moans and whimpers as their lips tangled over and over.

One hand cradling the back of her head, the other cupping her backside, Boone had his spitfire exactly where he wanted her.

Willamina came for him with a hard shudder and a choked gasp.

He hugged her tight, fucking her harder as her walls fluttered around him.

A cool wash of delight rolled over him as his balls snapped up against his body and he spilled into her.

Over and over, his hips bucking with each rope of cum, growling ‘mine’ against her mouth like he had any right to claim her.

She is…she is mine. All mine. All the while, she smiled against his mouth… whispering it right back at him.