There All Along

He stroked slow and sure into her pussy, one hand curled around her body to circle her clit gently, enough to keep her feeling good, relaxing as his other hand stretched.

  Finally, he pulled out, still wet from her, and began a slow press into that tight rear passage.

  She grunted and he petted over her hips. “Push out when I push in. Blow out your breath and if it’s too much, say so.”

  He knew her. Knew how stubborn she was. She’d never say no unless she truly couldn’t take it.

  He wanted it to be good though. Wanted to show her that everything he did would make her feel pleasure.

  “Reach back and play with your clit,” he murmured, sweat forming on his brow at how good it felt to be in her. At the pleasure of her submission to what he wanted.

  She angled herself, doing as he said. She squeezed around him even tighter once she’d reached her clit, but the tension in her muscles eased a little as she began to stroke.

  Another time he’d sit in that far chair and watch as she made herself come. For him and him only.

  For the moment though, he was a knife’s edge from coming. He wanted her to go first, held on, jaw clenched. “Make yourself come,” he gritted out.

  She gasped but within moments she thrust back at him as she came, the scent of her body rising, holding him tight and yanking him into climax along with her.

  So hard and total he saw nothing but white light as he closed his eyes and let it happen.

  Then he pulled out, picked her up and headed back to the bathroom where he washed them both off, caressing her as she looked up at him, a small smile on her lips.

  “I think we need to sleep a while.” He murmured this as she slid a sleeping gown over her head and then braided the long coil of her hair.

  She nodded. “I’ll fix you a meal when you have to go back.”

  He took her hand and they climbed into bed. He was tired. Bone deep exhaustion. But there was something else there. Satisfaction. Happiness. A sense of rightness as he pulled her close, into his embrace, burying his nose in the softness of her skin. And let himself sleep.

  • • •

  By the time he arrived down at the garrison the sun was rising. His muscles were warm and he carried a sense that things would actually be all right.

  “They’re still out there. The ones down on the Highway are still there.”

  “I think we need to make a move at some point today. We can’t just leave them out there indefinitely. They know by this point that you’re resourceful. That the walls will protect you. That they can’t get over except by that bridge. But that won’t last forever. They’ll be able to cross when the water goes down.”

  He and Indigo studied a map for a time.

  “Is there a way we can get out where they can’t see? Other than the back route the scouts have taken?”

  “What do you need?”

  He turned to see Verity standing there wearing trousers, her hair in a tidy braid back from her face. But there was no softness in her features. He’d left that Verity when he’d come down here. The woman who spoke now was strong and canny.

  “A military trained scout.” He shot back her way.

  She smiled and he knew he was in trouble.

  “I know more about the exits and entrances outside the walls than most everyone here. My grandfather designed the walls.” She stepped up to their map.

  Indigo snorted a laugh. “Show me, Red.”

  She grinned. “There’s a culvert of sorts here.” She pointed. “Tight fit, but you can all get through. There’s a stand of trees here that should give you cover.”

  “And a perch for a sniper?”

  She thought for a bit and nodded. “Yes. Many of the trees there are older. High branches are thick. Though you’d have to see how high that goes. At the top they’re thinner. Probably could support you, but not if you needed to lay down or stretch out.”

  “Fine. Show me.”

  He was an expert sniper. Had specialized training and, in fact, several times each annum he led a training back in Shelter City where he taught a class for the military and lawmen corps.

  He hated the idea of taking her out of the walls, but he also realized she lived out there on the Highway and hadn’t survived as long as she had by being stupid or taking risks.

  “When? Now?”

  “Give me a bit. I need to get things dealt with here first. I’ll come up to the mercantile to get you when I’m ready.”

  She nodded, holding up a basket. “I brought some food down. Nothing fancy, but it should get you through the next hours.”

  Jackson took it with a smile. But his gaze skittered to Loyal for a moment and Loyal knew the other man realized they’d formed a real relationship.

  That didn’t stop the appreciation in Jackson’s gaze, of course. But the man had a sense of honor, Loyal knew. He wouldn’t make a move now. Which didn’t mean he wouldn’t jump at a chance later, if Loyal cocked it up.

  She waved and went back out.

  “She’s one of the best scouts in Silver Cliffs,” Jackson said quietly as he ate. “If you’re looking to get a sniper’s position she’s familiar with the geography around, especially given the time of the annum.”

  “I won’t have a lot of time. Once I take out a few they’ll take cover so I want to have people at the ready on the sentry posts on the wall in case they try a frontal assault. Indigo, I want you and Marcus in position as well.” They’d take sniper positions in more than one spot and take as many down while they had the jump as they could.

  And hopefully at the end, the brigands would take whoever was left and get the hell out of there.

  11

  She looked up when Loyal came into the mercantile with Indigo and Marcus before turning to Tobin. “I’ll be back later. Close up at midday. Go home and check on your mother and brothers.”

  She grabbed her rifle and strapped it on after tucking the tail of her hair into the back of her dark coat. “Ready?”

  Loyal nodded and they all headed outside. “Excuse us a moment,” he said to Marcus and Indigo as he guided her away. “I’m agreeing to this on one condition.”

  She sent him a raised brow. “Is that so, lawman?”

  “Yes, that’s so. You will listen to me and do exactly what I say when I say it, no questions. You accept my expertise and I’ll accept yours. If you can’t agree, I’ll have someone else show us out.”

  She snorted. “I’m not slow-witted, Loyal. I am perfectly willing to admit you know things about this that I don’t.”

  “I’m not . . . I don’t think you’re slow-witted. I think you’re headstrong and you want to help and you might make a mistake in that eagerness to protect your friends and family. I can’t . . . if something happened to you I don’t know how I’d survive. So do we have an agreement?”

  What could she say to that? To that last admission she knew had been difficult for him to have made? Though to have heard it sent a thrill through her.

  She nodded. “Yes, we do.”

  She led them around the garrison and behind the buildings on the main street in town. They skirted the wall, climbing up a sharp outcropping.

  “The spot is just ahead. We need to go out single file. There’s a copse of trees just outside, and then if you two are looking for other spots, there’s another just up the ridge and you can most likely find cover in some of the rocks just south of where we’ll come out. Keep low and you should remain out of sight.”

  “You will come right back through and stay on this side of the wall.”

  “I’ll need to remain here to let you back in. There’s a combination on the inner wall that will unlock the mechanism to slide it open.”

  He sighed, but nodded. He knocked in a certain rhythm. “That’s the code. Aye?”

  “Aye.”

  And then she led t
hem outside, sending out a fervent prayer that they all returned safely.

  She held the door until they’d all come out and turned. He squeezed her arm but his features were remote, his mind on the task at hand. She did as she promised, heading back to the safety behind the walls.

  • • •

  He put her out of his head. He had to. A series of hand signals to Indigo and Marcus and he made his way up a tree, one that was close enough to the edge of the nearby cliff. He had a perfect view of the brigands’ impromptu camp just on the other bank of the river.

  They were in closer range than they’d have been at the gates on the wall. Close enough that if he and the others used their shots wisely they could cut that group in half before they had the time to respond. Jackson’s men were already in position on the walls at the bridge along with Trinity and Bren. If the remaining brigands made a move to cross that bridge, they’d be cut down.

  One way or the other, it would be over.

  He heard Marcus’ bird song and then Indigo’s, signaling they were in position and ready to go.

  It all fell away. No fear. No anxiety. Just the job. Each moment fed into the next, over and over.

  He breathed out, looking through the scope of his rifle. He centered himself, took aim and squeezed the trigger. Again. Sliding the bolt into place again and taking another shot.

  The brigands below fell. Six of them. Loyal took another shot, managing to hit one more as he attempted to take cover. Marcus got another from his position.

  Eight down.

  Indigo missed a shot and then took out two more.

  By the time the brigands had managed to get under cover, the three lawmen had taken out twelve of the brigands and another two or three were wounded.

  The remaining brigands shouted, pointing up in their direction. So the lawmen remained still until the brigands shifted their attention to another spot.

  When he squeezed back through that narrow slit in the rock wall, Verity was there to open up, her rifle pointed at him until she was sure it wasn’t a trick. Smart woman.

  “Head back to the mercantile,” he told her as she slid the door back into place, bolting it. “We’re off to the gates.”

  She didn’t question him, though he could see on her face that she wanted to know. But he didn’t have time to explain and they’d be needed so he and the others ran full out to the gates as she turned and headed back to her mercantile.

  Once she’d reached the front porch and heard the roar, knew the remaining brigands were charging across the bridge. The horns sounded, announcing a full alert in Silver Cliffs. She ran around back and headed up to her roof, pulling two other rifles along with her as she did.

  Tobin was already up there with one of Jackson’s men.

  She took the field glasses and scanned the gates and the action on the top.

  “I think they took out half of the brigands. Maybe more. I counted the shots. I won’t assume they made every single one, but given the looks on their faces when they got back inside, they were overwhelmingly successful.”

  She checked her rifle again and sat, waiting. If they broke through, the rest of Silver Cliffs would rise to the town’s defense. She was nervous, but at the same time certain things would be all right.

  “Glad the lawmen are here,” the garrison soldier said quietly.

  She was too.

  The chaos didn’t last a long time and it wasn’t more than an hour or so before the horns sounded again. Lockdown. But they weren’t under siege anymore.

  The soldier on the roof with them nodded. “I’m off to get news.”

  She waved, though she remained seated. Once he had gone she looked over to Tobin. “I didn’t expect to see you here. I believe I told you to stay at home.”

  “Father is angry at me. I told him I’d been speaking with the lawmen about their training and would be seeking a position at the academy. He kicked me out as long as I’m insisting on this foolhardy path.”

  She blew out a breath. Tobin wasn’t her son. It would be easier for her to let go than his parents. That was only normal. But he wanted more. And what he wanted to do was good. Honorable. They had three other sons who already worked their farm. Two daughters who would marry and create connections to other families in Silver Cliffs. Her sister would have to let go or lose Tobin entirely. She didn’t envy that choice.

  “To be fair, I told them you supported my choice.”

  She winced.

  “I’ll be hearing about that by nightfall I wager.” Her sister would be angry at her for interfering in their family issues. Even if all she’d done was listen and support Tobin’s desires. She was the younger sister, the widow. It was Verity who should be seeking their advice and support, not the other way around. That’s how Constance would see it.

  “I’m sorry.”

  She patted his shoulder. “Don’t be. I do support your choice. I hope I can persuade them to do the same. They love you. Worry about you.” She understood his position better than he probably knew. She’d had no one when she was younger, she’d be damned if she let a bunch of nonsense keep Tobin from his dreams.

  She’d deal with her sister and brother-in-law and hopefully they’d listen to her.

  “I know they love me. But I can’t just give up what I want. I’m young, it’s the time for me to try things. It’s not like Silver Cliffs is going anywhere if I change my mind. Can I stay with you? Until things are smoothed over?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’ll kip in the blip office. There’s a cot in there.”

  “I have a spare room. Loyal is . . . he’s in with me.”

  Tobin nodded. “I know. I’ll stay downstairs anyway. He’ll be leaving soon, I’m sure you’d like the time. And my parents won’t be as upset if I’m appearing to suffer on a cot instead of in your house where it’s more comfortable.”

  She snorted a laugh. That was likely true.

  “What are you going to do? When it’s time for them to leave I mean? I guess they have families. Indigo told me some of the lawmen had wives or husbands, children and the like in the garrisons along the Highway as well as in Shelter City.”

  “I don’t know, to be honest with you. I don’t know how I’d feel about being with someone I only saw a few times each annum for just days at a time.” And her life was sad, sad, sad that a nineteen-year-old boy was her confidante. “And this isn’t just about me wanting him. Though I do. I want to see the world. Be out there. It’s not enough to have him show up from time to time. I don’t think I’d be satisfied with that.”

  He nodded. “Have you told Loyal that?”

  “Sort of. We haven’t even really discussed being together after he leaves this time. It’s my assumption we are. There’s a connection I know he feels too. He’s not stupid. We clearly need a conversation. You know, after we’re not under siege.”

  He laughed, patting her arm.

  They watched down the hill. Eyes on the gates and the men and women who walked their tops, lit the sentry fires.

  And hoped it was over.

  12

  The horns sounded again after darkness had fallen. They were still to remain on alert, still on a modified lockdown at night with a curfew. But it appeared that the immediate threat had passed.

  She went downstairs, leaving Tobin up on the roof to keep watch. Jackson had someone come up and send a blip back to Shelter City. He told Verity they’d killed every last one of the brigands who’d attacked their gates. A scouting party had been sent to the Highway to see if the others had left or were on their way up.

  She managed to deal with stragglers to the mercantile. She’d need more supplies soon as there’d been some major hoarding during the lockdown. Though people’s pantries would be full, they’d still shop and want fresh goods.

  She made some notes for reorders, and when the t
raders came to town—and they would after word of the siege got out—she’d be sure to restock from them as well.

  The expected visit from Constance came not too long after that. Verity had looked up to see her sister come in wearing a frown.

  The place was empty, but she didn’t want to have that conversation where anyone could walk in. “Come on upstairs. We’ll have some tea and cake while we talk.”

  She pulled the shutters closed over the windows and doors, her sister helping.

  She went upstairs, Constance in her wake.

  “I’ll put on the kettle. Have a seat.” She bustled around, pausing to look out the space in her shutters at the lane leading down to the gates. Still plenty of activity, but not frenzied. Which was hopeful.

  “I think the threat has passed. For the time being at the least.” She moved to the stove and measured out some tea, spooning it into the pot. “There’s some cake there under the cloth if you’d like.”

  But Constance wasn’t in the mood for cake. “I didn’t come here for tea and cake.”

  “Maybe not, but cake is always welcome, isn’t it?” She poured the water over the leaves and replaced the lid.

  “You’re turning my son against his family.”

  Verity sighed, turning back to her sister who’d moved to sit at the table. Her mouth a flat, angry slash on her normally pretty face. Verity told herself that her sister was upset and to try not to let the digs she knew would come get to her.

  “How so?”

  “He wants to leave Silver Cliffs. To be one of them. I know he got the idea from you. He told us you supported him in this ridiculous scheme. Just because you don’t have any of your own children doesn’t mean you can take one of mine.”

  “That’s beneath you, Constance. I didn’t give him any ideas about being a lawman. He came to me after he had applied to talk about it, to say it was what he wanted. I support that, yes. Not because I’m trying to take him from you. But because I love him. And you.”

  “You wander around this town like you’re a visitor. Always looking for a way out. Of course he got the idea from you. If you can’t leave, you’ll push him away, live through him. I won’t let you tear my family apart because you don’t have one. Jackson Haldeman would be happy to court you and settle down. If you’d stop opening your legs to the lawman every time he came around.”