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Almost from the first moment Shauna Maxwell stepped down from the stage, the trouble started. It had been an impossibly long journey, from the east coast to California, to live with her brother Charles, and his wife Siobhan. She was exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally. She had just let go of the stage driver's hand which had assisted her to descend, when a very fancy rig was driven past, splashing her with a large amount of water and some mud. Gasping in disbelief, Shauna had looked down at her ruined dress, the only good one she still had, now covered in dirty water and bits of mud.
In the distance she could hear several voices around expressing their concern, but none of that made the mud disappear from her dress. She turned though to look after the expensive carriage that had just driven past her to see a man stepping down from within. He was tall, well over six feet, and stopped to say something to the driver of his vehicle. He then walked back towards her. Shauna found herself mesmerized by his good looks, black hair, brilliant blue eyes, and tanned skin. He walked lithely, like a wild animal, barely restrained by the suit he was wearing. His eyes were like pools of water, she thought to herself, unable to glance away from him.
"Damn you, Macgregor! See what you've done now!"
The voice caused Shauna to turn finally to see a man standing next to her. He was the one who was yelling at the other man. Shauna saw he was holding out a pristine white handkerchief for her to take. She saw the other man wasn't as tall as Macgregor, or as handsome. He looked to be about 40 or so she thought, a bit rounded at the middle, but was dressed impeccably in a three-piece suit that looked quite expensive. He had graying blond hair, a ruddy complexion and blue eyes, but not as blue as Macgregor's she noted. Before she could take the offered kerchief, the other man had reached them. Shauna looked up and felt herself caught in his gaze like a fly in a spider's glittering web of destruction.
Macgregor reached out with his own handkerchief and mopped away the little blob of mud that was on her cheek. Shauna blushed brightly at the physical contact. When he spoke, his voice was quite deep, melodic, and held no trace of any Scottish accent.
"I can see quite well for myself, Peterson." Ian Macgregor looked back down at Shauna and smiled. "I apologize for this accident, ma'am. I'm afraid my driver was trying to miss a pothole and found a water-filled one instead. I hope you will accept my humblest and most heartfelt apology." He bowed his head towards her slightly, his mouth curving up just a bit.
Before Shauna could answer though, Walter Peterson interrupted. "Your man was driving too damn fast, as usual Macgregor. The decent people of this town aren't safe when you're around." He turned to the beautiful young woman between them. "I am Walter Peterson, mayor and bank president. I hope you will allow me to assist you to the hotel. Perhaps you would join me in some tea and cakes, to restore your nerves."
Ian laughed. "Good God Walter, the woman doesn't need tea, she needs a bath!"
Shauna blushed at the obvious statement. Indeed she did need a bath, and a change of clothes. It had been foolish of her to put on her best dress this morning, for the final leg of her journey, but she had wanted to look nice when she met her brother's wife for the first time. She wanted for them to get along, since they would be living together. A tear escaped as she thought what a mess she must look now, and she raised her hand to wipe it away. But she only succeeded in smearing the mud on her hand, onto her cheek. Ian decided to wait no longer. He was a man of action, not words like Peterson. Without a word, he moved and scooped the young woman up into his arms and carried her across the wide road, which was scattered with water-filled holes. He didn't pause upon reaching the sidewalk area though. He did shout back at Walter to fetch the lady's bags, and then carried her straight into the small, elegant hotel lobby.
"Do you have a reservation?" He asked her, still holding her in his strong, muscular arms.
Shauna shook her head, starting to say she was going to be living with her brother. But Ian didn't wait. He told the desk manager to give him the key for the rose suite. He took the key and then, to Shauna's amazement, he carried her up the stairs, down the hall, and straight to the double doors of the 'rose' suite. He set her down to open the doors, and then ushered her in.
Shauna blushed as she walked into the elegant sitting room. Off to the one side she saw through an open door a large bed, draped in satin. My goodness, she told herself, never had she seen such elegance! Before she could say anything, she heard the strident tones of the mayor behind them.
"Damn you, Macgregor! You can't treat a lady this way…" They both turned to see the red-faced, slightly huffing mayor standing in the open doorway with her two bags in his hands.
Ian flashed her a brilliantly white smile, and then walked over to the other man. "I didn't mean for you to act as bell hop, Walter, but I'm sure the lady appreciates your thoughtfulness."
Ian set her bags down, flashing her a secret, knowing smile, like they had a secret. Shauna blushed even more brightly. Walter though was still angry.
"You can't manhandle a lady like that, Macgregor. This is a real city now, not just a mining town. Things are changing…" He stopped abruptly, realizing this wasn't the place to be castigating the Macgregor, like he usually did.
Shauna turned to the mayor. "Thank you, truly, Mr. Peterson. And I am quite unharmed, I can assure both of you gentlemen."
Peterson snorted. "Gentleman! Now that's a word rarely, if ever, applied to 'the Macgregor!'" He stopped though and offered his hand in greeting. "I am Walter Peterson, mayor of our fair city, and bank president. If there is anything at all I can do to assist you in your stay here, please don't hesitate to call upon me, anytime."
Ian moved past the mayor, muttering to him, "Subtle, Walter, real subtle."
Walter flushed at the other man's sarcasm. Before he could continue, Ian spoke. "I suggest we leave the lady alone to clean up and refresh herself after her tiring journey."
Walter flushed again, at being shown his lack of manners by the other man, again. "Of course, how forgetful of me! May I order us some tea, Miss…?" Walter trailed away, leaving for Shauna to supply her name.
Shauna stepped back from the two men, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I am Shauna Maxwell. I can't stay in this room for I can't afford anything so nice. I was expecting to be met, actually." Shauna stopped abruptly, seeing the odd looks on the faces of the two men. Little did she know they were probably having identical thoughts for the first time in their lives? Both men had felt an instant and strong attraction to this beautiful young woman, and both had noted her lack of wedding ring. Attractive women, let alone single women, were few and far between out here. And it had become popular for a man to "mail order" a bride from back east. And even though both men were in their early 40's, neither was married, in spite of opportunities in the past. Yet each had reached the point of successfulness, both financially, and spiritually, that they had begun to consider the idea of a wife, and children.
Shauna took a step backwards. "My brother is expecting me, but I didn't see him anywhere outside." She took another step backwards at the looks that crossed their faces then. Walter though was the first to pursue her backward retreat.
"My dear Miss Maxwell, please allow me to assist you in finding your brother. And of course you are welcome to use this room, I will take care of the bill myself."
Ian laughed shortly. "Since it is my hotel, Walter, that won't be necessary." He turned to look at Shauna, finally seeing the resemblance between the two Maxwell's. "You are Charlie Maxwell's little sister then? The one who is coming because your aunt died a month ago?"
Another tear welled up in her green eyes at the mention of her dearest aunt. She nodded, swallowed hard and asked, "You know Charles, then?"
Ian smiled. "I should, since he works for me. I am surprised he isn't here, for your arrival is about the only thing he has been able to talk about for the last month, except for the new baby coming."
Shauna paled. "New baby? They have had a baby?" Suddenly she doubted her place in her brother's home, what with a new baby, another mouth to feed.
Walter decided to not be left out of the conversation. "They are expecting a baby, soon I believe. Your sister-in-law, Miss Maxwell, is actually my cousin, on my mother's side." He rocked a bit on his heels, feeling quite glad to have this 'close' connection with the lovely young woman. He could envision it all now… this beautiful woman sitting opposite at his long dining table, entertaining their guests. The chandelier light would reflect off her red curls, piled high and elegant, showing off her long neck. She would wear a discrete dress in public, but he could imagine her in his bed, naked. His hands on those big round breasts that pressed against the front of her traveling dress. She had nicely rounded hips and he saw himself riding her hard, every night, her long legs around his hips as he thrust into her body over and over. He would plant his seed quickly and get her fat with child so she wouldn't attract any other men. He smiled widely at the bright and exciting future he saw for himself suddenly. He had no doubts that her brother would welcome his suit, for he was the mayor, and the bank president. Any woman would be thrilled to be courted by him, for sure.
Just then a young man, with ruffled hair burst through the open doors. He looked around his eyes landing on Shauna. "Are you Charlie's sister? Shauna?" He asked, nearly out of breath.
Ian turned and saw the young man. "Calm down, Bobby, and take a deep breath. What's wrong?" He saw the paper clutched in the young man's fist. "Is that a message for Miss Maxwell?" When Bobby nodded, Ian held out his hand for it. Bobby handed it over without question. Ian walked over and gave it to Shauna, not moving away as she opened it. He watched her face go even paler as she read the note.
"Dearest Shauna, Siobhan has gone into labor. Bobby will carry your bags and bring you to our house. You can trust him." Shauna read the few words silently, and then looked over at the young man. "All right, we can go then." She didn't wait for the young man though, but turned and picked up her own bags, the small paper still clutched in one hand. Both Ian and Walter reached forward to take a bag, but Shauna shook her head. "No, I'll manage. Bobby, let's get going then, shall we?" Shauna walked out of the room, following the much younger man.
Walter and Ian both turned to look at one another, a bit stunned at how easily their chosen "prey" had gotten away from them. Walter walked out of the room without another word. Ian paused to look the doors behind him. A few moments later, he was back outside. He didn't see Walter trotting down the street towards where Charles Maxwell lived. He did see his own carriage a short distance away and strode towards it. He paused and directed his driver to Charlie's house. After all, he reasoned, two of his employees, Charlie and Bobby were away from work; so he should, as a good employer, check on them both.
As the carriage stopped he saw that Bobby was just walking back out. He smiled and nodded at Mr. Macgregor, the only man nice enough to give the young man, the sole support for his family at 14 years of age. Two years ago his father had died in the gold mine following a sudden cave in, and he had been left with his mother and two little sisters to care for. Only Ian Macgregor had understand and offered the young man a job. He had insisted that as his young assistant, the job came with a small house near the mill, which was just outside of town.
Bobby grinned at Ian. Ian noted how much the young boy had grown into a young man in the last two years. He was taller, and stronger, broader of shoulders, and he had matured emotionally also. But there was no denying he was still a young man.
"She is quite a looker, aint she, Mr. Macgregor?" Bobby said with an even bigger grin.
Ian shook his head at the younger man. "She is too old for you, and besides, I think Betsy might have a few things to say if she saw you looking at another gal."
Bobby grinned, walking backwards, away from the house. "Betsy has nothing to worry about. I was just talking about the way you and old Peterson were looking at her, back at the hotel." With that parting comment, he turned and ran back to work.
Ian shook his head ruefully. He hadn't been aware his thoughts had been so obvious. He had noticed the lovely Miss Maxwell's pale skin, green eyes, and luscious red curls right away. He had become fully aware of her magnificent physical attributes when he had held her in his arms and carried her up the stairs. And when he had set her down, his one hand had inadvertently brushed against her firm, full breast. He had seen the blush tinge the color of her cheeks. He had noted her slender waist, which flared into rounded buttocks. Her legs appeared long, but one couldn't be sure, with the long skirt. He couldn't deny the surge of arousal he had felt when he imagined them in his bed together, making wild, passionate love into the long, dark nights. He had seen her above him, astride his thighs, her long hair spilling down over her shoulders, falling forward, concealing one full, perfect breast from him. Her nipple had peaked out at him, from between the red curls around it. His hands had come up to brush her hair away and then cup and claim her breasts for his own. Her hips had begun to move atop him, squeezing his cock…
He stopped suddenly, realizing he was getting aroused all over again. He knocked on the door and was surprised when Mrs. Gordon, the doctor's wife, opened it. She was quite surprised to see him. "My goodness, whatever brings you here, Macgregor?"
Ian smiled. "I just heard about the baby, and wanted to make sure everything was fine."
She nodded and gestured for him to come in. "Mrs. Maxwell and the babies are fine, just small."
Ian swallowed hard. "Babies?"
"Oh, my goodness, yes. Two of the little darlings, and just as precious…" She broke off as Charles and his sister Shauna came through the door, both holding a baby in their arms. Charles was beaming from ear to ear, but Ian's eyes were on Shauna. She was holding the tiny baby, swaddled closely in its blankets, and her head was bent low over the baby's red head. Ian felt like a horse kicked him in the gut as he saw Shauna lightly kiss the baby's forehead, and then she looked up, straight into his eyes. In that instant, he realized he wanted more than just hot sex with this woman. He stiffened his back though, not wanting to reveal his emotions.
"Congratulations, Charles! Not one, but two babies! Leave it to you to out do everyone out here."
Charles grinned, his own red hair several shades darker than his sister's. He looked so proud; he might just pop. "Well, all I did was stand around. Siobhan deserves the credit."
Ian smiled back, his eyes continuing to move over to Shauna. "I shall send her some flowers and candy, and something for the babies, of course. Uhm… boys, girls?"
Charles smiled and gestured for his friend, and employer to be seated. Ian walked over and sat on the small sofa, next to Shauna, ignoring the other two empty chairs in the small living room. Shauna had to shift a bit, as Ian was such a big man he crowded her on the sofa. It helped when he raised the arm closest to her, which had been pressing against her breast, since her arm was raised holding the baby, and laid it behind on the sofa back. But this also turned his body towards her a bit, and she felt his heat all along the side of her body. She had ignored his touching of her breast earlier, but she had been aware of her body's reaction to the intimate touch. And her blush had been a signal of her heated arousal to such a simple, and most innocent of touches.
Charles had taken a chair opposite. "One of each, actually. We weren't expecting two, you know. So we haven't got names, really." He paused as his started to fuss. Mrs. Gordon came back in and told him to bring that one back, he obviously wanted to nurse.
The silence in the room seemed louder than voices, to them both. Ian found himself looking her more and more, his eyes lingering on her mouth, the long slope of her neck down to her firm, full breasts. She had removed her traveling coat and the dress she wore was thin cotton, and cut low, as was the style on the east coast. He could see the luscious mounds of her breasts, above the neckline. He wondered if her skin felt as soft as it looked right then. His eyes moved to the redheaded baby nestled in her arms, sleeping. He cleared his throat.
"So that was the boy, then?"
Shauna looked up at him, meeting his eyes, holding them. "Yes, it is. This little angel is the girl, and she is so sweet, and so tiny." Just then, the baby did the most natural thing in the world, it turned its head, and its mouth moved over her breast, seeking its nourishment. Her nipple was distended from her proximity to Ian, and the little baby found it instantly. Shauna gasped in surprise, looking down and then back up. She saw that Ian had followed her gaze and was now staring at the small mouth, trying to latch onto her breast, without much luck. For a long moment, neither moved. And then Ian looked up into her green eyes, and both felt an instantaneous jolt of electric arousal. Shauna jumped, as her womb seemed to move within her, seeking something she didn't even recognize. The baby started to fret and cry, and the next moment, Mrs. Gordon was there, taking the baby from her arms.
Alone, they looked at each other again. Ian let his eyes move down to her breasts after a moment. Shauna looked down and saw her nipple poking at the wet spot left by the baby. She started to move when Ian's hand slipped from the sofa to her shoulder, holding her back. She looked up and met his eyes. When his eyes lowered to her breast again, so did her own. She watched, mesmerized as he reached over with his other hand, and one finger lightly circled the wet, distended nipple. This only made it harder and longer. Shauna knew she had to stop him, but she couldn't seem to raise her hands. Her head did fall backwards as he flicked the nipple teasingly, arousing her even more. The soft cry that escaped her lips was barely audible, except to someone lowering his head over hers just then. His mouth covered hers, and he kissed her deeply, wetly, and completely. His tongue sought hers, and once met, they touched, caressed and even dueled a bit.
A noise in the hallway had them parting abruptly, just as Charlie walked back in. He was oblivious to what he had just interrupted. He was still on cloud nine because of the babies. Ian looked back and saw that Shauna had abruptly folded her arms across her chest. He tried not to smile. He didn't think Charlie would notice the flush staining his sister's otherwise pale cheeks.
"Have you two introduced yourselves? I'm sorry I forgot to do that earlier."
Ian nodded at the younger man. "Yes, we have." He didn't explain about their earlier meeting, deciding to leave that up to Shauna, if she wished.
"That's great! I'm so glad to finally have Shauna here. I think you will really like it here, Shauna. And everyone around here is really nice."
Shauna smiled, and nodded her head at her brother's words, still having doubts about joining his household, especially since there were now two babies! Just then, Mrs. Gordon came out carrying a baby and handed it to Shauna, and then turned and told Charles to follow her. She cradled the baby close to her body.
"I wonder which one you have this time?" She heard Ian say, his mouth so close she felt his breath across her cheek.
"I don't know. They still rather look alike to me…" She answered softly, stopping as she saw his hand reaching across towards the baby.
"Let's see, shall we?" He told her softly, conspiratorially. He began folding back the blankets that covered the baby. He stopped as the baby flung one hand out. The tiny hand met his finger and curled around it instinctively. Ian looked at the small, pale hand clutching his finger and then glanced up into Shauna's face. He was bemused by the soft, wistful expression on her face. She was so beautiful he moved closer, his lips parting.
Shauna stared, knowing he was going to kiss her again, unless she did something to stop him. And she knew, in her head, she should stop him. But her body was telling her a different message, and it was her body that she listened to, bending her forward to meet his lips.
"Harrrrummmphf!"
Shauna and Ian moved back from each other, startled at the noise. They turned and saw Dr. Gordon had just entered the small sitting room. He was wiping his glasses, looking down at them when they looked over. But they both sensed he had cleared his throat because he had seen them a moment earlier.
Ian came to his feet abruptly. "Hello, Dr. Gordon. I hope Mrs. Maxwell is doing well?"
Oliver Gordon walked further into the room, nodding his head. "Yes, Ian, she is doing very well indeed. I have a feeling she would have done just fine without me, in fact." He stopped as his wife, Jane, came back out.
"We'd best get going, Oliver. I have a lot to get done so I be back here in a few hours." She walked over to Shauna. "Don't you worry a bit, Miss Maxwell, I'll be back before you know it; and I'll have some of the church ladies bring dinner over for you all. Cooking is the last thing you need to be worrying about on your first night here." She wrapped a shawl over her shoulders, and then paused to tie a small hat around her head. She paused in the act of shepherding her husband through the door. "Ian Macgregor, you come with us. You are too much man for a lady like Miss Maxwell, especially at a time like this."
Shauna blushed at the other woman's words, not sure whether to be relieved he was leaving, or insulted that she couldn't attract a man like Ian Macgregor. She watched as the door closed behind Ian, leaving the room in silence. She frowned when she thought that he must have agreed with the doctor's wife, since he had not argued, but left. She turned to look down at the tiny sleeping baby in her arms. She knew worrying wouldn't solve anything, and decided to just get busy and make a place for herself in her brother's home.
The next four weeks passed in a blur for Shauna. She really didn't go out of the house at all, except into the backyard to hang up or take down laundry. Two very voracious infants, who demanded all everyone in the house had to give, were consuming everyone's energy. But Shauna was at ease, having spent many hours with her sister-in-law, Siobhan, and found herself truly welcomed. Siobhan had planned to take her around to all of her friends, and introduce her. But with the babies' early arrival, all plans had to be changed. Siobhan felt bad about all the work Shauna was doing, but Shauna shushed her each time she brought it up. After all, she told her, Siobhan's job was to feed and care for the babies, and she would do all the other stuff. When Siobhan was back to normal, they could divide the household chores between them, or just share them. Just knowing she wasn't intruding was all she needed to fit in.
Shauna spent many hours with Siobhan, hearing stories about the town, and all the people in it. She learned how her brother had come to work for 'the Macgregor,' and they were all the best of friends now. She discovered that while Siobhan was related to Walter Peterson, she still didn't like him all that well. He was pompous, and proud, at the best of times, she had been told, and while he was wealthy, he still couldn't buy friends. She learned that while Ian Macgregor may have earned his fortune in less savory ways, he was probably one of the best-liked people in the town. It was well known how he had helped out young Bobby and his family, when his father had been killed.
Over tea with the doctor's wife, she discovered they had a son who was away at medical school, but should be returning home next year to join his father's practice. What with the town's unexpected growth the last few years, he would certainly much welcome by everyone, not just his parents. Shauna also realized that Mrs. Gordon was seeing her as a likely candidate as her son's future wife. She wasn't sure what to make about that, but Mrs. Gordon was so nice, she just let her rattle on.
She realized the lack of marriageable women though when the ladies council stopped by for tea the fourth week. They actually brought everything with them, all kinds of goodies, and cakes, and even dinner for the family that night. It was obvious soon though that their pastor, Reverend Gerald McTavish, needed a wife to help him. And she was being looked over by the women of the church to see if she would fit the need. Siobhan patted her hand once, to reassure her, and after the ladies had left, told her that everyone had matchmaking on their mind anymore. The town was becoming more settled every week, and that meant many men were looking to settle down themselves, and that meant they needed a wife.
Shauna also discovered that the only unmarried women in the town were less than 16years of age, or worked at the saloon in town, and herself of course. Though Shauna really didn't consider herself marriageable. She was 25, and considered spinster by Boston standards. She had devoted all of her time to their elderly aunt after her brother had headed west to 'see the elephant.' And now, her aunt was gone, and she was here also. She had lied when she had said she couldn't afford the room at the hotel. Her aunt had left her quite well off, which had surprised everyone. She just didn't have any more cash with her that day. She had budgeted her money closely, just as her frugal aunt had taught her.
The rest of her clothes had finally arrived and she had discovered that Siobhan was quite handy and knowledgeable with sewing. Thus it was that when the church social arrived at the end of her fifth week in town, she had a lovely new dress to wear, made of a beautiful, fine white lace, overlaying cotton. It was close fitting, and low-cut, as they had found in the fashion pictures from the East Coast. She had a shawl to wear during the day that would protect her reputation, but once the dancing started, she could take the shawl off, and knock a few eyes out, as Siobhan put it.
On the day of the social, they packed up everything they would need for the day and headed up the hills to wear the social was being held. It was beautiful country, Shauna realized, as she saw more of it every day. Once there, they found a place under a large tree, and set up the babies' portable crib. And then they added their food to everyone else's at the large tables set up, and took turns filling their plates, and returning to eat near the babies.
It was her first really public outing, and Shauna was aware of the looks she was getting. She had met most of the women in the small town, but very few of the men. It was only a few minutes after their arrival that Walter had spotted and made a beeline over. He stuck to Shauna's side almost like glue, except when he was called away for his duties as Master of Ceremonies. He was in charge of the monies collected from the food auctions, and picnic baskets sold. There were some games for money, and he spent a goodly portion collecting all of that.
Siobhan, Charles, and many others, became quickly aware of the mayor's pointed attention to the young woman. He had never made his attention, or his intentions, quite so obvious before. And when Ian finally arrived near sunset, it was quite apparent, from the murmurings he heard as he moved from one group to another, that many expected an announcement to follow soon. Ian didn't like the feelings the words he was hearing caused him to have. He had purposely stayed away the last few weeks. He wasn't sure he was ready for something permanent, and if ever a woman had 'permanent and commitment' written all over her, this one certainly did.
The dancing had just started and he saw that their esteemed mayor was leading Shauna onto the makeshift dance floor. He didn't like the close way Walter was holding her, pressing those full breasts against his chest. And while he didn't want to commit himself to a lifelong relationship, or so he thought, he sure as hell wasn't going to let Walter get away with mauling Shauna in public. He walked straight over to them and cut in.
Shauna was rather stunned. She had rarely danced, and had never had one gentleman cut in another for her before. She looked up into Ian's handsome, though stern face. He hadn't said a word to her and he looked rather mad.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Macgregor?" She asked him softly.
Ian looked down into her face, and knew he had made a mistake. He pulled her close, closer than even Walter had been holding her, sliding his hand down to rest low on her back, near the curve of her buttocks. He cleared his throat.
"No, and don't you think you know me well enough to call me Ian?"
Shauna blushed remembering those brief moments in the sitting room, his kiss, and his hand upon her breast. She shivered and looked up at him. She could see in that moment he had been remembering, just as she, and felt connected to him by some invisible type of bond. She didn't pull back from him though, as she had been struggling to do with Walter. Her body had relaxed of its own accord, melting and molding to his. His warmth and her own mingled and soon became a raging fire. When she moved again, she could feel his arousal pressing against her. She blushed but didn't look away when she met his eyes.
"Let's get out of here," Ian muttered, and maneuvered them over to the darkest edge of the dance area. He easily moved them away from the people, into the darkness surrounding the area. He stopped once they were about 50 yards away and swung her around and into his arms. His mouth hotly claimed hers; taking everything she had to give in that moment.
Shauna didn't hold anything back though. She had been hungering for him the last weeks, and been unaware of it. She pushed against him, wanting to get closer. When Ian felt her breasts pressing more fully against him, he deepened the kiss and his hands began roaming her body. He moved his hand around and cupped her breast. He caught her soft cry with his mouth, continuing to squeeze and massage the full globe in his big hand. And even though he had big hands, her breast overflowed it. He wanted to see her beautiful breasts he realized, and both his hands began working the buttons down the front of her dress free. He pushed the cotton back and looked down breasts, mounded up by her corset and chemise. He could see her taut nipples, straining against the whisper thin chemise. He covered them both with his hands, rubbing his palms against the taut nipples until she groaned softly. He then began massaging them eagerly, all the while working the chemise down.
Shauna opened her eyes as she felt cool air across her nipples. She looked down and saw he had completely bared her breasts to the night air. She watched as he lowered his mouth and finally sucked her right nipple into his mouth. There was no stopping the cry that escaped her just then. She had never felt such exquisite passion. He covered the other breast and began squeezing it. Over and over he sucked at her nipple, working her other breast with his firm, rhythmic squeezes. When he finally lifted his head, it was only to move them a few feet to wear several rocks were. He set her down and kneeled between her now widespread thighs. He pushed the skirt of her dress up, baring her thighs. His hands stroked up her thighs as he kissed her once again.
In the bright moonlight, her naked breasts gleamed brightly, as did the darkness of Ian's hands moving over her pale-skinned thighs. And to Walter, watching from a short distance away, he was furious. He knew he couldn't trust Macgregor, but he thought Shauna Maxwell was an honorable woman, worthy of being his wife. Now she was just revealing herself to be a whore, just like the ones who worked in Macgregor's saloon. He watched angrily as Macgregor caressed the fair-skinned woman, her skin untouched by the burning California sun yet. He barely stopped himself from raging forward as he saw the other man lower his mouth to her breasts, kissing and sucking on them, back and forth. His hands had disappeared beneath the frothy spill of her skirts and it was obvious what he had found by the way Shauna suddenly cried out and shuddered on the rock. Her body shook, her breasts heaving as she experienced her first orgasm. Walter turned away spitefully as she lifted Macgregor's head from her breasts, kissing his open mouth. He would make them pay, both of them he vowed.
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