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Aaron rubbed that small nub of flesh between her legs as he pushed his fingers in and out of her and it only took minutes for her hips to start rocking back and forth, for her kisses to become more desperate and the hold she had on his cock had him praying he didn’t spill in his pants like an untried youth. He squeezed her breasts, his hand in constant motion between her legs and when she tore her mouth away from his and gasped, his name rasped loudly between her kiss-swollen lips, he flicked herclit harder, faster until she was shaking, her body finally jerking, every muscle going taut as she came on his fingers.
When she stilled, Aaron pulled his fingers from inside her and turned her to face him, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her while hugging her to him. He tugged her shift off, letting it fall to the floor around her feet before reaching down to grab the back of her legs, lifting her and carrying her to the bed. Placing one knee on the mattress, he laid her down, stretching out on top of her and only raised up when she fumbled with the clasp on his pants. The moment she reached inside the material and pulled him free, slicking the tip of his cock through her wet folds, Samuel let out a wail loud enough to wake the entire valley.
Aaron laid his head on Betsey’s shoulder. Her saying, “his timing is as bad as yours,” caused him to chuckle before he sat up so she could get off the bed. He tucked himself back into his pants as Betsey lifted Samuel from his bed.
“He’s not wet.” Betsey shifted him, lowering him enough for him to nurse and the greedy sounds he made as he suckled sounded as if he was half starved.
Betsey sat down and looked over at him. “I’m sorry.”
He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. “Don’t be.” Aaron pushed her hair over her shoulder and watched her and Samuel quietly until he heard a door open and close, then Ben’s voice as he sang loudly and off-key. “He certainly didn’t get the same singing talent you did.”
Betsey grinned and shook her head. “No, he’s quite terrible at it, actually.”
Aaron stood and fastened his pants, getting the last button hooked when a loud knock rapped on the bedroom door.
“Is Aaron in there?”
Aaron grabbed the blanket on the end of the bed, opened it and wrapped it around Betsey’s shoulders to try and hide the fact she was completely naked, then walked to the door and opened ita crack. One look at Ben’s face and Aaron opened the door a bit wider. “Are you drunk?”
“Hmm … ‘pends on who you ask.”
His words weren’t slurred but his eyes were bloodshot and glassy and he stank to high heaven. “Did you roll on the saloon floor?”
Ben swayed and braced his hands on the doorframe, blinking a few times as if he was trying to focus his eyes. “No. No rolling. But I may have fell once or twice.”
Aaron laughed. “It smells like you did.” He glanced over his shoulder at Betsey. She made a small motion with her head that, if he read the silent sign correctly, meant she wanted him to see Ben off to his room. He could do that. “Come on, cowboy. Let’s get you into bed.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.” Ben found the statement hilariously funny and laughed loud enough to wake Samuel had he not already been awake. Aaron steered him to the room beside Betsey’s, the moonlight shining in bright enough to illuminate the room allowing him to see without the lamp.
Ben sat down on the bed, struggled with his boots then laid back when he couldn’t get them off. “You ever get tired of being responsible for everything?”
Aaron grabbed Ben’s foot and tugged off one boot, then the other before saying, “Well, I’m not responsible for too much so I can’t say I do.”
“Well, I do.” Ben sighed and threw an arm over his head. “Seems all I do is work, come home to sleep and do it all over again the next day. It’s boring.”
“Most things are.”
He opened his eyes and shot him a look. “Not if you have a woman to share that responsibility with ya.”
Aaron raised an eyebrow at him. “You looking for a wife?”
Ben snorted. “Not hardly. There’s not anyone here to marry besides your sister and Miranda and she’s too old.”
Aaron laughed. “Miranda’s not old.”
“She’s ten years older than me. She’s old.”
Samuel let out another wail and Aaron turned as if he could see through the wall. When the baby quieted, he turned back to Ben. “What about Morning Dove. She’s not old and since she’ll be staying in Willow Creek, she might eventually want to marry.”
Ben said nothing for so long Aaron thought he’d gone to sleep but when he spoke, his voice was barely over a whisper. “She ran away from one husband, I doubt she’ll be looking for another.”
“Well, for one, they weren’t married. The old man just said they were and there’s no reason she won’t want a husband, although finding a husband here might be a bit hard for her.”
Ben opened his eyes again. “Why’s that?”
“Because the newcomers in this town are ignorant. You saw how they all stared at her like she was some spectacle displayed for their amusement. Hell, they wouldn't even let us eat in the hotel restaurant.”
Ben’s jaw clenched. “I saw it all.” He was quiet for long minutes and eventually turned his back to him. “Go away and leave me be, Aaron, and don’t be in there messing around with my sister. I hear those bed ropes squeaking and I’ll come in there and beat the daylights out of you.”
