The Badger City Gang [Bride Train 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

what he wanted, and he wanted her.
    When he held her against his hard body yesterday, she felt truly alive. He wanted a woman in his bed, and she wanted a man to show her what it was all about.
    “You comin’ along quiet-like, or do I hafta hog-tie you?”
    The deep, lazy question fanned the fire inside her. This man didn’t promise love, but his sensual wink suggested he’d show her a lot of passion if she wanted it. Her heart pounded. Excitement, fear, arousal…it didn’t matter why. Finally she was going to do something wild, against everything Edmond Mason stood for. She fought back the hysterical laugh that bubbled up from her belly.
    An uneasy quiet settled as the train stopped. The men working outside would expect them to still be sleeping, or perhaps beginning their toilet. All the window blinds were down, of course. This was her chance to be herself, uppity attitude and all. If he didn’t like it, then too bad. After all, it wasn’t as if she had to marry him.
    She stood straight, ready to face her future. As if reading her mind, her captor turned his eyes, and his pistol, her way.
    “I suggest you keep quiet.”
    “You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed woman.”
    “Maybe not.”
    He suddenly holstered his gun and took two steps forward. It brought him right in front of her. He grabbed her waist, lifted her, and pressed her face against his pounding chest. He held her securely with his left arm as he had the day before, her feet dangling.
    “But I jest might spank one,” he whispered in her ear.
    His free hand pressed into her bottom. He branded her with his hot palm, pressing her snug against the hard planes of his chest and belly. Various thumping and splashing noises occurred outside the window.
    “You willin’ to give me and the boys a try?”
    He spoke quietly, so no one else could hear. After a moment she nodded against his coat. He exhaled, and she felt his muscles relax. She pushed her head back to say the words, but a shrill whistle sounded. The engine chugged and the wheels began to slowly turn once more. She tried to open her eyes, but her face was pressed against his coat.
    “Which bag is Kate’s?”
    He grunted and bent over, hopefully to pick up her carpetbag. It held a clean nightgown, dress, undergarments, a few precious things, and her brother’s old riding clothes. He hauled her along with him for a couple of steps. He set her down on the platform between the carriages. He turned her to face the room. She concentrated on breathing as a dozen pink faces stared back at her. Some looked gleeful, others envious. Clarabelle had fainted.
    “My pardners are ridin’ near and they got rifles, so’s I suggest y’all keep quiet. And Kate’s trunks better be waitin’ for her in Virginee City.”
    She squawked when he wrapped a band of iron under her breasts and lifted her as easily as a sack of potatoes. He backed up, slid the door shut, and shoved her carpetbag into her hands.
    “Better hold tight. I won’t be going after it if you let go.”
    She put her arms through the handles and hugged it against her belly. She had no trunks in the baggage car, but now was not the time to tell him.
    “You got her?”
    She whipped her head toward the new voice. A man riding a black horse towed another behind him.
    “Hold tight!”
    Her scream, erupting as her captor tossed her to the other man, was lost in the shriek of the train whistle.

Chapter 6
     
    Zach couldn’t help grinning as the train chugged away. Kate struggled a bit in Rusty’s arms, but her kittenish attempts to escape just made his cousin laugh. Zach wanted to hold her, but they had to get away first. Her trim, stocking-clad legs hung either side of the horse’s flanks. If there was a way he could have leaped from the train with Kate in his arms, he would have, and Rusty knew it. The man grinned far too much at the way Kate’s breasts bounced against his supporting arm. Zach growled, knowing her soft bottom rubbed against Rusty’s