Sarah's Playmates (A Wild West Erotic Adventure) by Virginia Wade

Author:Virginia Wade [Wade, Virginia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: I Love Stacy
Published: 2012-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

I don’t know how long I had been slung over the backside of a horse, but when I began to realize my situation, it was still the dead of night, and I was most assuredly in the clutches of a devil Indian. I wore my nightgown and nothing else, my hair falling in my face. The sound of female crying forced my head up. Millie sat on the next horse; her rider was fearsome to behold, wearing only a breechcloth and fringed leggings. My kidnapper wore the same type of leather over his legs. There were no stirrups and no saddles, only rope for a bridal.

I struggled to move, because I ached in this position. Sensing that I had woken, my kidnapper reached for me with impossible strength, dragging me to him. I straddled the horse, the abundance of material on my nightgown allowing for this, but now the bottom portion of my legs were bare. I was able to see what was happening around me. Isabelle and Millie were on other horses, in the clutches of dark skinned and determined Indians. Glancing back, I caught sight of smoke, the evidence of the train wreck we had left behind.

Then I made the mistake of looking at the man who held me. My long, blonde hair lashed us both, yet his was equally long and braided on each side. His face was clean-shaven, his cheekbones implausibly high, his nose gracefully straight, and those eyes…

…oh, dear…

They seemed to burn through me, leaving a scorching hole on the other side of my head. I’d never been this close to a man before, and I could feel the heat of his naked chest through the sheer cotton gown. His arms tightened around me, and I grimaced. My arm throbbed, reminding me of the horrors of the train wreck and how we should have all died. He seemed to sense my discomfort, lessening his grip. We rode for another hour, until the horses slowed, trotting side by side.

The Indians spoke, the language sounding bizarre and guttural. It seemed as if they were deciding on something, and there was a slight disagreement. My rider tensed, his anger evident in the clipped tones he uttered. The second rider capitulated, slowing even more. We stopped a short while later. My kidnapper dismounted, reaching for me. I glanced at Millie. Her face was smudged with coal.

“Glad you’re finally awake, Sarah.”

“And what a wonderful thing to wake up to,” I grumbled.

“Oh, honey. You better brace yourself. If you can get your soul to leave your body, I’d do it now.”

What had she meant by that?

I slid from the horse and straight into the heathen’s arms, moaning in pain. “Ouch.” He held my arm, although I tried to snatch it back. His fingers pressed into my wrist, working their way to my elbow. It hurt where he touched me, but it wasn’t unbearable. He seemed to be ascertaining the extent of my injury, and, when he had assured himself it was nothing significant, he let me go.

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