Outlaws to the End (HotCider & heartofcourage)

[HotCider]

“Oh baby,” Ian moaned jokingly when he felt her plush lips touch his neck. He slid from the wad of bills in his pocket a one hundred dollar bill and pressed it against the palm of her hand before interlocking his fingers with her own.

“Just a coke and nothing more. I want you back by my side before I reach those doors,” he told her. He didn’t feel comfortable sending Elizabeth to go window shopping when her ex was in the area. He hadn’t a clue why he was there, but he could only suspect because of the bank robbery he had pulled off some time ago.

Combing his fingers back through her rich, wavy red hair, he peered into her blue eyes and said, “Don’t take too long, all right? I don’t wanna hafta go lookin’ for you. You get into any trouble, you do your best to make your way back here. I ain’t gonna get on the train unless you’re there with me.”


Stephen was standing impatiently on the sidewalk with his girlfriend standing next to him, porking on an ice cream cone stacked so high with scoops that only a child would dream of. In fact, children being dragged along by their mothers were regarding Charlotte’s ice cream and pointing. Mr. Collingwood pretended the woman didn’t exist as he crossed his arms and frowned up the road.

A police car turned the corner into his view and swiftly approached him. It pulled up next to the curb and with the passenger side window already down, the cop leaned over and asked, “Are you Mr. Collingwood?”

“I am,” Stephen answered.

“I’m here to escort you back to St. Louis but before we go, there’s a man in the city prison, claiming to have some information about your missing fiancée,” the cop informed.

“Elizabeth?” Stephen queried in disbelief.

“Yes; Ms. Elizabeth Darrow.”

Stephen scowled. Did he really have to choose between Elizabeth and his business? It could have been nonsense. No one knew where she was. The girl was long gone; but there was always doubt. All those claims he had gotten on the phone had exhausted him. Not one had looked like her. They were just imposters trying to get by during such a hard time. Why would this claim be any different?

“The man says that he saw her with an Ian Darcy, the one who he claims, robbed your bank,” the cop added.

Stephen raised a brow. “Ian Darcy…he was put to rest long ago wasn’t he?”

“They are rumors, Mr. Collingwood. That legend is as old as sin and it still drifts about it seems. If you want to hear my opinion, that legend’s old and done, and he died when he went driving to hell off that cliff. The man who robbed your bank is probably just some clever fella’ trying to take the legend’s place and continue his infamy for attention. What you want to do, Sir?”

Stephen contemplated the situation in silence before he finally decided, “Take me to this man.”

“Get in.”

Stephen popped open the passenger side and then hesitated before sliding into the vehicle, following the cop’s eyes to his girlfriend as she seemed so engrossed in her ice cream. He hadn’t wanted the dessert melting all over the bag seat of his car. Stephen swung his hand out and smacked the cone from her hand as the ice cream splattered upon the sidewalk.

Charlotte’s mouth fell open in offense as she stared at her ill-tempered boyfriend with a flushed face. Staring at her sharply, just daring her to insult him, he ordered, “Get in the car.”

Puffing her cheeks, Charlotte raised her nose angrily and stepped over to the cop car to get into the back. Stephen entered the vehicle and closed the door behind him as the car pulled away from the curb and headed for the penitentiary.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth smiled as he joked about her kiss and slipped the hundred dollar bill into her hand. The moment his fingers slipped between her own, she felt her heart clench in the most wonderful way. She could only stare down at his hand, a silly little smile on her lips as he told her that he just wanted the Coke and then her back at his side.

She pouted slightly at the thought. She wanted a new dress, something that actually fit her. Ian was also looking worse for wear in his ragged clothing. Still, she knew that it was dangerous in this city now that Stephen had been sighted. Her wants were trying to outweigh her needs and right now she needed to be with Ian. That pretty dress would have to wait.

The feel of his fingers combing through her hair had Elizabeth shivering and she let out a soft moan, his coffee colored eyes locking on to hers as he explained how the situation would be. She nodded in understanding, mustering up a small, cocky grin.

“Who are you? My father?” She asked sarcastically, leaning forward to press her lips against his prickly cheek. “I’ll be back in a jiff. I promise.”

Winking at him, she dared to leave his side, making her way towards a corner store that seemed to have a steady stream of people coming in and out of it. She stepped inside and was instantly assaulted with the delicious smell of fresh baked bread. Following her nose, she was soon standing in front of a deli counter, her mouth watering at the spread of food that was before her.

“What can I get for you, doll?” The woman behind the counter asked as Elizabeth’s blue eyes took in everything.

“Two ham sandwiches. Some of the potato salad. A chili dog. And maybe two Cokes?” She asked as sweetly as can be which drew a grin from the woman.

“You got a hollow leg or something?” The woman asked as she started to get together the food that had been requested.

“Nah, just a hungry fella waiting on me. Oh! And some of that cherry pie you got there.” She said, pointing towards the glistening pie that sat on the counter.

Soon enough everything was wrapped up in a large paper bag, pressed into her arms and Elizabeth paid with the hundred she’d been given. The woman looked at it with a frown for a moment before she glanced up at Elizabeth. She simply shrugged and waited for the woman to get enough change to give her what she needed. Before she left, however, Elizabeth pressed a twenty into the woman’s palm and told her to keep the change.

Stepping back out onto the street, Elizabeth froze as she spotted Stephen again talking to a cop. What in the hell was he doing here, she asked herself, bringing the bag up to cover her face. She should have been infuriated that Stephen would bring his girlfriend on this trip with him, but she felt nothing but disgust. Ian would never treat her like that, she thought to herself with a slow creeping smile. He treats me like a queen…

With that thought she was able to turn her back on the scene and find her way back to Ian. He hadn’t moved very far in the line, but with the food they could definitely stand the wait.

 

[HotCider]

Ian’s hand moved to touch his cheek where her kiss still lingered as she pulled away from him, the slight cold that separated them called “distance” rushing in to where starving and heated emotions had mingled. When Elizabeth was gone, it had barely been a minute and it felt like she had been gone for five. The bank robber was forced to turn back towards the slowly moving line. He hung his head slightly to keep the sun off of his face and closed his eyes as he thought about—not Elizabeth for once, but Stephen. How big was this guy for her to say that he would be murdered by him? Honestly, If he got into a fight with anyone in his current condition, then he would surely lose. He didn’t like seeing Elizabeth worried to tears about him so as soon as his wounds healed, he was going to be her man again. She wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.

The thoughts and silence made his head sink even lower with fatigue. A man standing behind him lightly struck him in the back, when he feared Ian was about to tumble over. Ian’s head snapped upwards, eyes wide in surprise that he had dozed off.

“You all right, buddy?” the man behind him asked.

Ian glanced over his shoulder at the finely-dressed gentleman with his woman at his arm looking as prim as a poodle. Nodding softly, Ian glanced forward to notice that the line had moved forward a few steps and leisurely closed the distance. It must have been the heat getting to him or perhaps he still needed to rest like the nurse had said. His body must have been working hard to sew his wounds back together.

Maybe he’s drunk, the man’s lady whispered behind his back.

Shush, Georgette, her man returned, fearing that Ian might have heard her.

He did, and as usual, didn’t care. They probably thought that he was a bum, who managed to scrounge up the bills for a ticket. He definitely wasn’t dressed as sharp as he had been days ago.

This trip to Vegas knows how to wear a guy down, Ian thought as he recalled all the outfits he’s been through.

Just when Ian was about to busy his mind with some other form of recollection, a crackling paper bag sounded Elizabeth’s return. Ian turned an eye in the direction of the noise and saw the red head ascending the steps with a smile on her face, knowing well that he would be pleased to see her. As soon as she reached his side, he relieved her of the bag to peer inside as the aroma of the bread and sandwiches wafted into his face like a fine perfume.

“You went all out here. I just asked for a coke,” he pretended to whine. His arm was first to hook around her hips, drawing her close as he fell a victim to her intoxication. He was glad that she was able to return to his side without much trouble—at least he hoped that she didn’t encounter any.

“No chump gave you any problems, I hope?” Ian asked before he kissed her neck, not even giving her a chance to answer. He hated when they were apart and just think, days ago he had been desperate to be rid of the Crazy Broad. Now, he didn’t think he could live without her. His hand grasped her bottom, fingers pressing into her flesh until the gentleman behind them cleared his throat.

Ian peered over Elizabeth’s shoulder at the couple, watching the gentleman’s lover huff in disgust. Ian released Elizabeth and turned his back to the old birds.

“Psh,” he uttered carelessly. Closing his eyes as a long and dirty grin parted his lips. He felt no shame. They were probably jealous.

They were two couples from the ticket counter and would be out of their hair soon enough.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Well, if all you wanted was a coke, I’ll be more than happy to take the rest of the things I got off your hands.” Elizabeth commented, grinning at Ian as he hooked his arm around her hips and drew her closer to his body. “Besides, I know how crabby you get without food and I’m not going to listen to you complain the entire trip.”

A bright gasp left her lips as his hand found its way to her bottom, his fingers gripping her flesh tightly. She turned her bright blues towards him, shivering as a moan threatened to escape before the gentleman behind them cleared his throat at the outright display of love between them. She blushed slightly and grinned at her lover as he turned to look over his shoulder and glare at the couple before he released his grip.

“No problems at all, love. The only chump I know is still here in line causing problems.” She said softly, pressing her lips to his cheek sweetly. “But don’t worry. I can handle him.”

Elizabeth loved the way that she could interact with Ian. He made her smile and made her feel free. He was the reason that she had finally found herself and she wanted to show him how much she loved him. She would walk to the ends of the earth for him and she hoped that he knew that.

 

[HotCider]

No problems at all, love. The only chump I know is still here in line causing problems.

“Hey...” Ian said pretending to be offended.

But don’t worry. I can handle him.

“Oh can you?” Ian challenged teasingly.

They were next in line and Ian shifted the grocery bag into his other arm. As his other arm curled to brace the bag, he felt a mild sting of pain. The anesthetic was wearing off and since he was no longer in the hospital, there wasn’t going to be any other way he could get some more. He kept the discomfort hidden from his face. It was one problem he didn’t want Elizabeth worrying about. She had been worrying about him since they left St. Louis and he was tired of it. He would heal. He was certain he would. Shit; and here he wanted to finish where they had left off in the hospital.

“Sir?” the ticket salesman called.

Ian stepped forward, reaching into his pocket to remove some dollars.

“Two for Denver,” Ian requested.

The ticket salesman mechanically took the money in exchange for two tickets.

“Have a wonderful trip.”

Ian took the tickets and smiled at his girl. “We’ll be only one state away.”

They were getting closer to their dream. It was a little exciting despite his current condition. He was planning to be somewhat better before they reached their final destination. Sliding his arm around her, he strolled into the station with her and didn’t hesitate to board the train. Ian Darcy was ready to go. The farther away they were from Kansas, the further he was from the past, and the healthier he would feel.

Once they were on the train, the bank robber seemed to pull away from her and briskly search for their car. He had the ticket raised before his eyes and he was checking every number.

“We...are...” Ian said before he stopped before one of the cars and checked the number twice. “Here!”

Sliding open the door, he fled inside and settled upon the seat. He placed the grocery bag down and looked toward the car door expectantly, knowing his fiery dove was right behind.

“I don’t know what I’m hungry for more; you or the sandwich,” Ian teased with a smirk.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Of course I can. I know everything that makes him tick.” Elizabeth said with a grin as Ian tried to hide from her the fact that he was hurting.

She knew that this entire situation wasn’t ideal, but they had to make the best of the cards they were given. He was alive and that was the only thing that was really important. Had Ian died back on that farm, she wasn’t sure that she could have gone on. He meant too much to her. That thought was incredibly humbling and she let out a little sigh as she smiled at her lover, thanking her lucky stars that he was in her life.

Her arm slipped free from his as the ticket man called to Ian. She waited patiently as Ian bought two tickets to Denver, the next stop on their little trip. She grinned back at her fella as he looked at her and told her that they were only a state away from Vegas. The thought made her heart leap in her chest. She was just a few steps away from the life that she’d dreamed of so often in Chicago.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get on that train!” Her eyes were bright as she took his arm again and allowed him to escort her into the train station.

“Ian!” Elizabeth called out as he pulled away from her, his eyes glued to the ticket and his only attention on checking the number of every train before he slipped inside of a car and settled upon his seat.

She was right behind him, shaking her head as she took a seat next to him. His comment had a hint of a blush on her cheeks but she played it off like it was nothing. “I know I’m certainly hungry enough to eat the sandwich and the chili dog and neither will disappoint me. Every time we try to have sex, someone always seems to interrupt.”

Her clear blue eyes turned towards her lover and she gave him a grin before she tangled her fingers into his thick hair and pulled him into a sweet kiss. She sighed happily the moment that her full lips touched his, reveling in the thought that they were both alright and on the train to their future.

 

[HotCider]

Closing his eyes, Ian savored her fingers raking through his dark hair and smiled against her lips as she kissed them so tenderly. Opening his eyes, he held a finger up to her.

“One moment,” he told her.

Rising from his seat, he walked over to the door and grabbed the little “Do Not Disturb” sign. Peeking outside, he glared up and down the aisle, daring some chump or chumpette to interrupt them. Hanging the sign outside, he rolled the car door closed and the lock had never sounded so good until then. Facing Elizabeth, there was a long, naughty smile on his face.

“I dare some fool to interrupt us. If he’s illiterate, well, he’s gonna learn to read today.”

Crossing over to her, he settled into the seat with her and laid down with her. He could have easily pulled out the bed, but that had required some work he wasn’t willing to make. With his love lying before him, snug upon the seat, he stared into her blue eyes and whispered as though there were others in the car with them.

“Where were we?”

His hand slid up her thigh to her hip and then back to her bottom where it slipped up her dress.

“I hope you hold onto this dress. It drives me wild.”

He couldn’t believe that she had found it in a hospital. The fact that it was purely a button-up made it scandalous. There was a surprise every button.

When his hand stroked the bare, creamy swells of her bottom, he was reminded that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Arching a brow at her, he spoke in amusement, “I can’t believe I forgot you made it easier for me.”

His hand slipped between her tight thighs, stroking her inner thigh and allowing his knuckles to brush against her folds.

“I know I've said this enough, and I may not ever stop sayin’ it, but I’m glad you’re my girl.”

He then embraced her lips with his own. His chin against her smooth skin was a little rough and prickly from neglect.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth was startled as he excused himself and hurried for the door. Watching him intently, she cocked her head to one side as he reached around the door and messed with the knob for a moment before turning back to her with a grin like a predator. He looked so damn good with that cocky smile on his face and she found herself returning it with one of her own.

She couldn't help the laugh that left her throat as he sat down next to her, tipping her back against the seat as he loomed over her. He can't even bother to pull out the damn bed, she thought to herself as she felt his hand on her thigh, slowly making its way up over her hip and then down towards her bottom.

"You want me to keep this old thing?" She asked him in true surprise as she felt his fingertips make contact with her bare flesh. "It's something they pulled out of lost and found. I think I deserve something a little classier than that."

A dark blush stained her cheeks as he reminded her that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the dress. Leave it to Ian to make her embarrassed about something like that, she thought as his strong hand squeezed a cheek until she let out a little squeal. She arched her body against his, letting out a little breathy sigh as his hand suddenly moved from her backside to her trembling thighs.

"Oh..." She whimpered as she felt his fingers tracing the smooth skin there, knuckles brushing against her lower lips until she trembled from the contact.

He had a way about him that stole the very breath from her lungs. She couldn't breathe as the room suddenly became smaller, narrowing in on the space of that damned rocking seat as Ian Darcy seduced her. He didn't even give her time to reply as his lips crashed down upon hers, numbing her senses as he scratched his stubbled chin across her own. Never in her wild dreams would she have thought that feeling would turn her on, but she was sure that the way his knuckles grew slick against her skin that he could have guessed it as well.

Her hands refused to stay idle as she tangled her fingers in the collar of his shirt for a moment before she ventured down the strong column of his back. Her fingers squeezed the fine muscles there before she caught handfuls of his own bottom, squeezing him through his clothing until she let loose a small moan that seemed to echo in the confines of their room. He was hot, burning her and leaving a mark on her very soul.

 

[HotCider]

His back muscles clenched tightly against her grasping hands as he rocked his crotch against her. The rough cotton of his pants stretched over the hard bulge that had thickened eagerly within them, pressed hard against her front. Ian breathed as he continued to make love to her beautiful face. His glistening hand slid free of her tight thighs and went for the button of his pants, pulling it free and sliding down his zipper. He then reached into his drawers to wrangle his engorged member to begin feeding it between her starving lips.

"It's been awhile," Ian said on a quivering breath as he slipped himself inside her deep enough that he didn't have to guide it.

Running his hand back along her thigh, he pulled her over on top of himself and peered up into her eyes, "I was trying to remember when was the last time we had sex, and I can only think of that night in the limo."

He squeezed her leg and smiled. "The drought has been cruel."

 

[heartofcourage]

The very air that was in her lungs suddenly rushed free in an audible groan as Ian rocked his hips hard against her own. She could feel the cloth of his pants rubbing harshly against her skin, teasing her with the hard ridge of flesh that they hid so perfectly. She had never felt anything more erotic in her life then his cock pressing against her melting slit, teasing her with what they were about to do as his beard scratched and irritated her cheeks. She whimpered, gasping as his lips were demanding, his cheek rubbing over hers until her skin turned red and she felt his hands finally move from her dripping pussy.

"Oh God!" She cried out as he fed her that hungry cock, pressing between her lips mercilessly as her fingers suddenly moved to clench the seat beneath her.

She was panting as her world suddenly turned, passing by in a blur as he placed her atop his body. A long moan escaped her lips as she sank further down his cock, her thighs straddling his hips as they looked into one another's eyes. She smiled for him as he mentioned the cab, his fingers clenching her thighs as he reminisced.

"The limo? You mean where you pressed my naked body against the window and gave everyone an eye full?" She teased him, her hands moving to cup the breasts that he loved so much, still hidden by the ugly dress that he seemed so entranced with. "Would you like to see these, baby?"

 

[HotCider]

Closing his eyes, Ian’s lips curled pleasurably as he felt her pussy swallow him down. His cock fitted her snuggly, and feeling that all too missed clench got his hands squeezing her thighs.

The limo? You mean where you pressed my naked body against the window and gave everyone an eye full?

“Oh yeah,” Ian moaned. He couldn’t resist the hump that followed. His hips rose and fell beneath her like a wave, allowing him to get more comfortable while getting his thrusts in there.

When her hands went to clutch her plump breasts, he exhaled the flash of arousal that had shot up his abdomen, “Whew, you get me any harder and we may not ever separate.”

His right leg arched a little as he sat upwards to bury his face in her chest. With his nose, he popped her buttons, enjoying the sight of the flesh that swelled forth and began trailing wet kisses up her cleavage to her neck as his hands rose to cup over hers, squeezing them as she held her breasts. He got her to squeeze them and rub her palms up and down her hard nipples. His larger hands gently probed her tits between the gaps of her fingers and squeezed them as she squeezed them.

 

[heartofcourage]

The squeeze of his hands on her thighs drew a soft whimper from Elizabeth's lips, her eyes fluttering briefly as he talked about the limo and his hips bucked up against her own. The feel of his cock slipping through her wet folds brought forth so many different emotions. She loved the feel of him, she enjoyed the sex that they had shared so far, she dreamed of what they would do in the future.

"Maybe that was my plan. I don't want you to go anywhere." She teased, gasping as he suddenly sat upright and buried his face against her pillowed breasts.

"Jesus..." She murmured as he opened each button with his features, exposing her skin to his view before he began to pepper her skin with his wet kisses.

Then he did something that blew her mind. The look of lust in her eyes was completely unexpected as his hands guided hers. Her hands rubbed over her already rock hard nipples and the moment that they squeezed her breasts together, she jerked her hips against his, clenching around the thick cock that stole her breath away.

"More. Jesus, Ian, I need more." She whimpered, begging like a whore to get what she wanted.

 

[HotCider]

Ian removed his hands from on top of hers to grasp her hips as he turned her so that her back was to the seat. His hands then moved to her creamy thighs, grasping them and wrapping her legs about his hips. The thief then rested his hands upon the top of the seat, gripping the cushions as he gazed down at her with a smile. He could see the lustful gleam in her eyes and the sweat building from her thirst.

“I got you,” he answered her calls.

His right hand released the seat to grasp her hip for resistance. With the rocking of his hips, he drove into her, thick cock lubricating her walls with their juices. Ian bore his teeth a little as he exerted himself through the creeping pain of his arm and chest. Nothing was going to deny them their private and well-deserved moment. The springs in the seat made the ride all the more rockier. Springing her against him just as he forced his way into her. His grip was firm on her, tightening and loosening with his every thrust. With the meds slowly wearing off, he could feel how much energy he lacked. He had spent several days bedridden, fighting infection, and the strength and stamina he once had was gone. The first two times he and Elizabeth had sex had been a breeze. He could have went on for as long as she could, but now after having just started, he was feeling out of shape. His muscles were burning as though they had never been used and he was panting as though he had never ran in his life.

It was Ian’s anger and frustration that kept him going. He tried to ignore his weakness so that he could give them that moment, but barely five minutes, he had to stop. His body couldn’t take it anymore. The thief pulled out of her early and sank to his knees just before the seat. He didn’t look at her as he caught his breath feeling too ashamed. She must have thought he was pathetic for he was no longer feeling like a real man.

Bowing his head, Ian apologized with tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

He felt as though he had let her down. He failed her. He had failed them both.

 

[heartofcourage]

Five minutes of heaven. That's what she had before the cold reality of their situation came back into their lives full force. Elizabeth panted as Ian fucked her with all that he was worth. Her eyes were closed, her head leaned back as he sawed easily in and out of her body. His grip grew a little weaker, his breathing a little heavier, and then suddenly it was over.

Her blue eyes snapped open as she watched her man sink to his knees on the ground in front of her, panting like he had just ran a hundred miles. He mumbled his apologies as he bowed his head, his dark locks swinging in front of his eyes. What in the world had just happened, she asked herself.

Sitting up in the seat, she pushed back her sweaty red locks, looking down at Ian as she tried to put two and two together. They had pushed him too hard, expected too much, and now they were both experiencing the disappointment. She blew out a long sigh, pulling her legs together and leaning forward in the seat to cup his cheeks between her hands.

"There's nothing too be sorry for." She murmured softly, pressing her lips gently against his. "Never, ever be sorry about anything with me."

If she knew Ian Darcy, the words wouldn't be enough. She would have to show him. It was with that thought that she gave him a little grin, pulling him to his feet and trading places with him. Standing there in front of him, she slowly undid the buttons on her dress, letting the fabric slip off her shoulders until she stood before him naked.

"This just means that I'll have to take care of you in other ways." She said softly, not really sure what she was doing as she kneeled in front of her lover and took his softening cock in her hand, gently stroking his flesh to get him back strong and sure. "You'll just have to help me learn what feels good."

 

[HotCider]

He would make it up to her, he mentally swore. When he was fully healed and back in shape, he would make the world up to her. Elizabeth’s hands cupped his cheeks and he turned his head to regard her as she pressed her lips to his.

Never, ever be sorry about anything with me.

She knew him better than that. Ian’s expectations were always high, and if he couldn’t reach them, then it became unfinished business. He wouldn’t rest until he met his goal. She tugged his arm and he looked at her strangely, letting her guide him over to the seat. As he sat there legs spread comfortably, the white tank slightly pooled in his lap and jeans spread like a book. He watched as Elizabeth undid the rest of her buttons to expose her flesh to him, and her skin glowed like something ethereal.

This just means that I’ll have to take care of you in other ways.

Ian didn’t seem convinced. “I’m gonna make it up to you. I sw-”

The bank robber’s eyes widened and his every muscle tensed, his lean stomach muscles tightening when he felt her delicate fingers upon his cock. His fingers gripped the seat cushion a little as a quivering breath left his lips. He stared down at his girl—bare and hovering over his crotch—in shock that she would even do such a thing, and she was doing it all wrong—not saying he became an expert from his own secret activities.

“Here,” Ian near rasped.

He took her hand in his and extended her thumb beneath his shaft and guided it up and down his cock. He kept her other fingers curled about it, sliding them up and down as jolts of sensitivity shot through his abdomen urging his hips to inch eagerly forward until he was near sitting on the edge of the seat. Between quick, aroused breaths, he held his other hand palm up for her other hand, and if she placed it in his hand he would take her fingers across his warm, plump sac, having her gently squeeze and fondle it.

“Jus...Just like that,” Ian managed to get out before he sat back to let her have her fun.

He closed his eyes, biting back the moans that wanted to escape his throat. He stomped his foot and tipped his head back to utter a curse as pleasurable shudders passed through his body. She might have thought she was causing him pain, seeing him squirm but his stiffening cock told her otherwise. The veins had swollen, skin like hot pleather as the bulbous head of his fattening phallus raised in her grasp.

“We, we can always take it slow,” Ian said as his teeth came together in a soft grin.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth watched intently as Ian reached down and helped her figure out how to please him. She shivered, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she felt his shaft throbbing between her fingers. Her other hand was soon placed upon his sac, fondling the full balls as Ian showed her his pleasure. His cry echoed in her ears, the tense way that he held himself, it all told her what he couldn't himself.

"No, I want to learn." She said, returning his grin as he mentioned that they could take it slow. "To explore. I'm the caged bird after all."

Laughing in a husky tone, she moved her gaze from his coffee orbs towards the shaft that was standing strong at attention between her fingers. Her thumb continued to glide across the surface and she licked her fulls lips, wondering for a brief moment what Ian would taste like. Was that a normal thought? Did women even do that, she wondered.

Her brow knitted together, a confused and thoughtful look crossing her blue eyes before she ever so slowly leaned forward. He'd let her know what he liked, she told herself as she ever so gently let her lips graze across the head of his cock.

 

[HotCider]

No, I want to learn...To explore. I’m the caged bird after all.

Tossing his head back, Ian laughed as she did and pressed a hand to his face, closing his eyes as he continued to shudder from her kneading.

“Explore away,” he encouraged on a thin breath.

He wasn’t going to stop her. He didn’t want to stop her. Dropping his hand, he grasped his shirt and raised it to allow some cool air to get to his heated skin. She had him burning up and he paused right when the shirt was at his shoulders about ready to be drawn up and over his head to watch her creep toward his tip.

What the hell is she doing? he wondered, staring at her awkwardly.

The closer she leaned, the more his brows came together nervously, and even more when her lips puckered. When she caressed his crown with her plush lips, Ian’s back arched a little off the seat before he dropped back, his hands clinching the cushions. The moan that had left him had been brief, about as brief as her touch.

“E-Elizabeth, christ...” Ian managed. “You weren’t jokin’, huh? You...you keep that up and I...I won’t be able to stop what’s comin’!”

She was getting a taste of power. When a woman clutched a man’s gear shift, she could have him do almost anything. Not even Ian could resist the hold she had on him, and if she forced him into overdrive, she was going to get her just desserts.

 

[heartofcourage]

Elizabeth gasped, pulling her lips away from the head of his cock as Ian tensed and hissed. Her blue eyes were wide, wondering if something were wrong with what she did. The look upon Ian's face, the sound of his voice, everything told her that she was doing something incredibly right. She gave him a little grin, blushed slightly.

"Maybe I don't want you to stop." She said quietly, her lips moving to brush against the red tip of his cock again. "I want everything you have to give to me, Ian."

She explored with him, teased him, taunted him. The velvet texture of his cock was mesmerizing and the salty taste of his cum was completely addicting. She couldn't help it as her tongue leisurely stroked along the tip. A shiver raced down her spine at the raw power that she had over her man in that moment. It was beautiful.

 

[HotCider]

Ian barely got his shirt passed his head as Elizabeth feasted on his cock. Her soft, wet lips tugged and pulled like a hot, tight pussy, but the strokes her tongue gave him had been more thrilling. The bank robber’s head was eased back and he was panting as though he were desperate for air. The arousal had heated his every nerve to the point that he thought he would burn. Chest rising and falling with deep breaths and muscles tensing with every sexual jolt that shot through his abdomen, he knew he was about to lose himself. His left hand seemed to betray him as it reached out to rest on the back of Elizabeth’s head, urging her to take more of his length into her steamy mouth and suck him dry. It was so slick and wet between his legs that he didn’t know if it was Elizabeth salivating or the precum oozing from his tip. The pressure that swelled and tightened within him made his fingers curl into her fiery tresses and it took everything in him to not grip her mane too tight. He rested his right hand upon his knee to grip it and vent some of the anxious energy.

“I-I’m...about-about to...” Ian tried to warn between his pants and moans, and then it happened.

Back arching once more, he exploded in her mouth, hot cum gushing into it like whipped cream.

“Augh, fuck!” he cried on a mouth comparable to a sailor.

He relaxed back against the seat, every muscle in his body going as slack as a rope as Ian’s eyes fell closed in his pleasant exhaustion. His hands limply fell from her head and his knee as the air of the train car was starting to feel cooler as his body gradually started to cool down. The sweat that rolled down his body was as fresh as a morning jog. When his mind came back together, Ian remembered how he had just squirted in her and blushed a little.

“I’m...I’m so sorry Elizabeth,” he apologized between breaths. “I tried to warn you ahead of time.”

 

[heartofcourage]

The slow creeping motion of Ian's fingers through her thick locks made Elizabeth moan. It told her that he was into what she was doing and she was pleasing him. That was what she wanted in the first place. She wanted him to fall for her in every single way that was possible. Elizabeth whimpered as his fingers encouraged her further onto his throbbing length. She struggled to take more of his cock between her lips, panting as she continued to suckle him.

Her blue eyes flicked up the length of his body, a mixture of saliva and his salty fluid dripping down her chin. Suddenly, his fingers were clenching in her hair, his breath coming in pants and moans before he cried out. She frowned slightly at his reaction until he started to cum, his hot seed gushing into her mouth.

Letting out a cough, she jerked her head back, the salty fluid leaking from between her lips as she pulled her mouth completely free from his body. It was unexpected. She knew he had done the same while inside of her, but she had never realized with what force he was capable of cumming. She coughed again, wiping her chin with the back of her hand as she stared up at Ian. He was apologizing, but all she could do was laugh gently.

"Really? You just did that to me and you're going to apologize?" Elizabeth murmured, her voice a little hoarse. "You really are crazy."

 

[HotCider]

Sweat and salt trailed down his forehead and tried to spill into his left eye as he gazed down at Elizabeth through his right, chest rising and falling with his deep, easing breaths. A grin cracked on his face when she called him crazy, and he told her, “Says the broa-gal who nearly choked on my dick.”

He caught himself before he would say that name he once had for her that Elizabeth might have thought was long dead and buried. Lately with all the events that led to their current situation, he couldn’t help but resurrect it. His woman was a crazy broad, and he loved her to death. Ian was going to pretend that he hadn’t even tried to say it and assume that she didn’t hear him.

Closing his eyes, Ian tipped his head back and sighed in content exhaustion. “Jesus, Elizabeth...”

He still couldn’t believe that she had given him a blow job. It almost seemed like a dream but his damp cock, cooling in the air of the train car said otherwise. The lethargy he felt in his muscles and the fatigue that settled over his eyes were all reality. With a wave from both of his hands, Ian beckoned, “C’mere. I just wanna hold you.”

 

[heartofcourage]

Her eyes softened a little as he nearly let the word broad slip. It was almost like a term of endearment from Ian. He was a hard nut to crack, but Elizabeth wouldn't have it any other way. She loved him for who he was and for what he wanted to be. He was hard on himself and she felt the need to love him all the more for it. It was all worth it to see him smile.

A smile pulled at her lips as Ian beckoned her up onto the seat next to him. She quickly pushed herself up from her position, settling against his side. Her head rested against his shoulder as she wrapped an arm around his waist with a long sigh. She felt like she was coming home when she settled against his side.

"I love you, Ian." She murmured softly, opening herself up to him in a way that she'd never done with anyone before.

 

[HotCider]

Ian draped his arm over her, cradling her against his side as he fastened his pants.

“Thank you,” Ian told her and then realized he hadn’t said what for. “For puttin’ up with me that is.”

He hated how they had to travel everywhere and how he had a few promises that were still pending in the process of being fulfilled. Well, it wasn’t that he hated traveling. He hated traveling because he often felt that Elizabeth would grow tired of running. His brown eyes settled on her content face and he curled his fingers beneath her chin to raise her lips to his as he leaned over to steal a kiss from them. He then rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes to savor the moment they shared. Every moment where they could just sit and relax in each other’s arms was precious. It was where he felt most at peace.

Meanwhile at the Kansas City Penitentiary

The prison guard led the banker and his girl through the noisy halls to the cell of a large man who sat upon the lower bunk in his black and white striped pajamas—as they called them.

“Here he is, Frank ‘Pa’ McCredie,” the prison guard introduced before he took his night stick and banged on the bars as though the hefty inmate wasn’t already looking his way. “Hey, you got a guest, and not just any guest. It’s Stephen Collingwood. You’re lucky he just so happened to be in town and to offer up his time to hear you cry, so you best show some respect.”

Frank raised a bushy brow at the richly-dressed man and the plump woman next to him. By the way he carried himself, chin high as though he was above all and with eyes sharp for business, he would believe it.

“I wanna talk to him in private,” Frank demanded.

“Private?-”

The guard was about to retort until Stephen interrupted, “Leave us.”

The guard regarded the man with a scowl and then glared back at Frank before he irritably took his leave. “You just let me know if he tries anything funny.”

Paying the guard no mind, Stephen gazed sternly into the prison cell as he asked, “Tell me everything you know about my fiancée since you claim to know all about her.”

“I never said I claimed to know all about ‘er. I found yer poster and I matched the description quite cleverly I did.”

“What makes you think it’s her? Do you have any idea how many women have come to me posing as her? There were a few times where I was almost convinced that I’d found her. What makes your claim any different?”

“She changed her hair. She ain’t blonde, she a red-head now. She calls herself Hope Darcy after the man who stole her from you, and robbed yer bank in St. Louis.”

Stephen for a moment didn’t know what to say, but once the claim had sunk in, the corner of his mouth quirked and he could no longer resist the laughter that shook his muscular frame. He rested a hand upon the prison bars to steady himself as tears began welling in his eyes. Straightening, he took his index finger and dragged it across his eyelids to dry them and sighed.

“Thank you for wasting my god damn time. Like I haven’t already lost enough money!” he snarled.

“I ain’t waste yer time! It’s true! She a red-head!” Pa growled. “She cut me with a razor!”

“Elizabeth doesn’t have the guts to raise a razor to me or any man! You’re lucky these bars are the only thing keeping us apart. I ought to come in there, hang you up, and beat you like the sack of lies you are!”

The prison guard returned to the cell with the cop that had escorted them.

“Mr. Collingwood, you must calm down. I’m sorry that this man has upset you. I thought that any clues to your fiancée's disappearance would help. Because this was in association to the robbery, I thought it was important that you heard what this man had to say.”

“Ian Darcy!” Frank exclaimed as he rose from the bed. He marched up to the bars and yelled, “He’s alive! The son of a gun ain’t dead I saw him. He was here in Kansas City and you just let him get away with your woman!”

Stephen’s face flushed red and he thrust his hand between the bars to snag Frank by his fat throat. The grip that clenched his esophagus nearly made the man’s eyes bulge from his sockets as he choked and wheezed to get a breath out. The cop and prison guard were in a struggle to get the banker to release the criminal.

“Mr. Collingwood, release him! You mustn’t touch the inmates!” the cop yelled.

“Let him go baby, he ain’t worth it!” Charlotte shouted.

Despite the prison guard and the cop both trying to pry Frank free of his grip, it seemed that when Stephen wanted to release him was the only moment he had actually been freed. Frank staggered backwards into his bed with his hand upon his throat and coughing. Through teary eyes, he regarded the banker and then the woman next to him and chuckled, “You gone an’ forgotten ‘bout 'er already for a cow like that?”

Charlotte gasped in offense.

“I see why she wanted to get away from a violent son of a bitch like you!”

Stephen’s nose wrinkled like the maw of a pissed wolf. For a moment, he felt like ripping the cell door from its hinges, but at the same second, he realized something. That man’s comment had sounded as close to the truth so far. Was she actually running from him? Had she actually been so clever to change her identity?

“Mr. Collingwood?” the cop requested his attention. “We should go now.”

Stephen turned from the cell, his face still masked with thought as he followed the cop back to the parking lot. Red hair...

Train Car to Denver

Ian had eventually laid down across the seat with Elizabeth tangled in his arms and legs. He buried his face in her neck and slept through the gently, rocking train ride and the pain that had returned to his body, putting a thin sheet of sweat on his brow. The painkillers had wore off, and it had made sleeping on his side difficult, but he wanted Elizabeth to be next to him. He felt at ease when she was with him, and he would endure the pain to keep it that way. If only a little longer. In a few days, he would be better he was sure.

 

[heartofcourage]

The gentle rocking motion of the train soothed Elizabeth as she slept. Ian's warm embrace was welcome, keeping her naked body warm as he held her close to his side. It felt like she'd only slept for a few moments when she opened her eyes with a yawn. The light through the window was dim, telling her that it was early evening. They had slept longer then she thought.

Glancing down at Ian, she saw the pained expression on his face. The lines were etched next to his lips and eyes and she could see the sweat beading on his brow. He needed medication, but he was stubborn. He should have stayed in the hospital, but again, they had run at his suggestion. She leaned in and gently pressed her lips against his cheek.

"Are you hungry?" She murmured softly, already slipping from his arms to get a wet cloth from the train vanity.

She moved to the stand, grabbing the plush washcloth. A quick splash of water and she was moving back to his side, pressing the fabric to his brow. She worried about him, but she knew that he was too pigheaded to die on her.

"If you aren't hungry, let's at least pull out the bed so you can get a good night's sleep. The bench is too narrow for us to share."

 

[HotCider]

The bank robber stirred when he felt Elizabeth’s kiss and her warmth escape his embrace. His eyes cracked open, watching as she walked over to the vanity to soak a washcloth. Easing over flat onto his back, he calmly gazed on her as she brought the cloth over to rest upon his brow.

“I can’t eat right now,” he answered.

He wasn’t sure when he would ever eat again with how uncomfortable his injuries were making him.

If you aren’t hungry, let’s at least pull out the bed so you can get a good night’s sleep. The bench is too narrow for us to share.

“All right,” he agreed, and with her inevitable help, he sat upwards with a slight pained frown. So weak...he felt so weak—so useless to her. He stood next with a hand resting over the wound on his chest and stepped away from the seat so she could pull out the bed. Ian turned toward the window, the setting sun resting its orange rays upon his face. There were soon going to be mountains covering the flat plains. Denver...then Salt Lake City...It felt like eternity. He was so desperate to fulfill at least one of his promises.

“I wanna ride this train straight to Vegas. No more interruptions. I don’t want for anything else to keep us from gettin’ where we need to be,” Ian announced his thoughts. “We can stop in Salt Lake City to rest for a little awhile and get some medicine, but not a day should go by and we not be on the train to Vegas.”

He turned from the window and settled on the bed that she had managed to roll out. He lazily laid back where he sat with his legs still off the edge of the bed, hand over his bandage, and eyes staring wearily up at the train car ceiling. As he stared, he smiled softly as a thought entered his mind.

“You know, I haven’t really thought about what to do after Vegas. I mean, besides gettin’ hitched with the love of my life. Was there any special place you’d wanna go to get married? Name any place even if it’s outside the USA. What is your ideal dream wedding?”