Bone's Country 8

Sophia’s ass was so good that having it out in the open was like seeing her cured of some dread disease. The sweep of her voluptuous curves seemed impossible, excessive, like a swollen river overflowing its banks. Like two church bells, her buttocks rolled out from a trim waist, each big as a prize-winner pumpkin. Firm, too, but with just enough give to be interesting.

Slapping that toned flesh would sting Bone’s hand, but it’d be worth it. He wouldn’t delegate the task to a belt or hairbrush. He’d teach Sophia that she was his to enjoy, even when she was being disciplined.

Bone stepped in, putting a hand to the swell of her ass and digging his fingers in deep. The flesh yielded as readily as Sophia herself. It was soft and giving, as sweet to the touch as chocolate was to taste. He felt her body tremble against his own unyielding fingertips.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I said you could,” Sophia murmured, her voice thin and airy.

“You sayin’ I can’t?” Bone returned, the words hissed in her ear.

He clawed his fingers in deeper, as though her ass was a hunk of clay he was hurtfully molding, and Sophia cringed in pain. But that was all she voiced. Her face flushed and the back of her neck burned, like it was stopped up with all she wasn’t saying.

Bone brushed his lips against her earlobe. “Go on now, puta. Say you don’t want me to. Then I’ll stop. Ain’t this you wanting me to stop?”

The door shook, banging with the hammering of a fist on the other side of it. “Mister Bone! Mister Bone, I need a word with you!”

Bone took his hand away. Letting the sumptuous flesh spread back to its former glory. And instead, he quickly touched between Sophia’s legs, making her gasp for breath, unable to believe the feeling that was coursing through her.

Starting where he touched her and going to where only his massive cock had previously reached. There, in her untouched sheath, she longed for him. As she’d yearned when his demanding, undeniable grip was upon her.

“Let me see what that’s about,” Bone gritted out. “You wait here. See if you can figure out yourself on stopping. And just remember I ain’t said nothing about you lowering that dress back down over yourself.”

He took swaggering steps away from her, to the door. Sophia could only stand there, trying to will the passion out of herself. It was hopeless. Like she’d drunk a whole jug of tequila, her desire had settled over her incurably.

It held her like a hook in a fist—reminding her bracingly of her first days as a whore, when she’d wished desperately to feel some passion for her dirty, callous buyers… to make the job of loving them even a little easier. Now that passion had finally arrived, though it seemed impossible. More than impossible. Loco en la caza.

How could she respond to such degrading treatment? How could she feel this way for such a brute?

Chapter 4

The Sheriff was at the door when Bone flung it open with such violence that he took an instinctive step back, his hand dipping for the gun in his holster. He froze just as quickly under Bone’s gimlet eyes.

“Some way I can accommodate you, Sheriff?”

The Sheriff’s eyes stretched to Sophia, stood against the corner like a misbehaving child—all that was missing was a dunce cap—and a properly covering set of clothes… but Bone’s gaze pulled the Sheriff back, and repelled him anew, like high tide.

He ended up glancing repeatedly at his Justins, thinking wisely not to mention the Mex girl and stick instead only to what he’d come to say to this bounty killer. “It’s your prisoner, Carl Frenly. He’s saying—real loud like—that he ain’t done none of what he been accused of.”

“You get many a guilty man sayin’ he’s the one who fits the deed?”

“No… but we do usually have paper on a bounty. We,” the Sheriff interrupted himself to laugh nervously, “we can’t just have men going about the killing of other men on only the say-so of a piece of paper, one they could as easily draw up themselves, if you see how I reason.”

“You telegraph to the town what issued the warrant?”

“That we have,” the Sheriff said, easily slipping into agreeability before he remembered he was confronting Bone far more than conversing with him. “We’ve received no reply… now, look, your reputation’s known and I don’t believe you’d squander your good name on some confidence scheme. But after what happened in the saloon, there are damned few who want us holding your prisoner here for you. No, you’ll have to take ‘im out to West Texas yourself if you want your bounty.”

Bone darkened. He didn’t scowl or squint. It was as though the light had simply had enough of him. “You’re the lawman. He’s a criminal. You’re not going to jail him?”

“I would, but now, I only have your word that any crime’s been committed. And seeing what you do and who you associate with—” His eyes slipped to Sophia again and nearly stuck there. “It’s not me, mind you. The banker don’t want to pass along no money, the mayor—the innkeeper’s already hinting that he’d like me there tomorrow morning, when he won’t be taking your coin for another night…”

Bone mused over what had been said. He made no move to relax his taut poker face, to give the Sheriff any looseness that would reassure him on the prospect of violence. As far as Bone was concerned, the man was shirking his duty. If there was one thing Bone couldn’t abide, it was a man who said he would do something and then made himself a stranger to it.

They were now on the boundary of the Texas desert of Sonora. No Hope, the town from which the warrant had been issued, was across that desert to the West. He could go East and attempt to lay Frenly on another Sheriff, but any lawman worth his salt would wonder why Bone was taking his bounty in the opposite direction of his final destination. They would be as liable as this man was to shut him out, especially if No Hope continued to prove reticent.

Going North or South ran the same risk. The smoothest course of action would simply be to cross Sonora, pay a visit to No Hope himself, and deliver Frenly direct to whoever had sworn out the warrant.

If they refused him his just due. Bone could do there what he felt like doing here. The law might frown upon his resort to violence there, but Bone would be satisfied that he’d gone to all proper lengths to avoid bloodshed.

The idea of letting this bounty go was sheerly unthinkable.

In the few seconds of decision Bone allowed himself, the Sheriff began to wonder if he could out-draw the man with no past, should the occasion come to pass. He could not convince himself of the possibility. When Bone favored him with a dismissive look, the Sheriff took it with the relief of a desert-parched man given water.

“The room and my prisoner until the morning. I’ll be on my way then.”

“Yes sir… I’m sure everyone will understand a man can’t quit town in the middle of the night. You’re no thief in the night, to ride off—”

Bone closed the door on him. He turned around and saw that Sophia’s dress once more glid from the nape of her neck to the back of her knees,

As vexed as he was to be disobeyed, Bone graciously took in the picture Sophia made. Her asscheeks made a fine poker hand with her breasts. Even with her facing away, the moment she stopped holding herself ramrod straight and turned or squirmed a little, he saw the contours of her breasts shimmying past the hiding place provided by her back. Even the widest skirt couldn’t hide her child-bearing hips and not the loosest shirt could reduce the femininity of her chest.

They jiggled like jelly with her hitching breath. Perhaps all that creamy flesh was not as firm as it looked. Bone was awash with curiosity. As a man might leave a footprint in virgin snow, he thought his first slap might imprint itself on that soft, cozy abundance for quite some time.

Bone walked up to her, saw her shudder, stopped short of her. Out of arm’s reach, but with his shadow pressing down on her. There was a charge in the air like when lightning was about to strike. Sophia wanted him closer and she was afraid, but not wholly of him. Maybe it was what she’d feel when he was closer and she found out what it was she wanted from him.