Larkin hurried, but she also watched him. After he shrugged on his jacket and headed to the door, she ran to catch his arm. "Please Wynter, tell me what I did wrong? You said you would guide me?"
He looked down at her hand on his arm, his nostrils flaring angrily. She jerked her fingers back as if she were burned. He went out the door and she quickly finished and went downstairs. She sat next to him, her head down, as quiet as she could be. One of his men came in, made a motion when he was almost done eating. Though she wasn't done, she jumped up when he did and followed him out, catching up to take his arm. If it bothered him, he said nothing, only held his arm out for her. He circled her around the side of the inn to where the wagon was. The first thing Larkin saw was Mathilde and Helena, their backs bare, tied to the wagons side. One of the soldiers had a slender cane stick ready, testing it's suppleness.
"What happened?" Wynter demanded.
"Commander Bixby, these two made escape attempts this morning while they were getting their privy privileges. This one here," he said motioning to Mathilde, "was the instigator, the other was mostly caught up in the others attempt. She only fled to the stable then stopped and stayed when we told her to."
"I see. Untie them both. I will see to their punishments later tonight. Get them all loaded quickly. We will reach Freemont before nightfall. Go." The soldiers started moving, hustling the girls and untying the other two. Wynter turned to Larkin. She knew he was debating on what he should do with her and he was still angry.
"Please," she barely whispered. "May I ride with you today?"
"Do you ask because you think it is what I want to hear or because you want to?"
"It is both. I wish to please you and it's stuffy inside the box."
"Still honest," he said with a grim smile. "Very well, go wait by the front, I will be there in a moment.
Larkin hurried to the front to wait for him. He wasn't long after speaking briefly to the three soldiers he had with him. He came up and grabbed her by the waist, swinging her into the seat. As soon as he was sitting down, she moved closer and took his arm. His grin was wry as he flipped the reigns. The pace was much faster and Larkin had to hold onto his arm with all her might to keep from getting bounced around. She had an idea. She lifted his arm and slid under it, clutching his jacket on his chest and letting him hold her against him with his arm. The bumps still rattled her teeth. She worried about the girls inside the wagon. Finally, she gave up and climbed awkwardly into his lap, putting her arms around his neck and burying her face in his neck as he held her against him. The bouncing was still bad, but not teeth rattling anymore. He seemed pleased by it, his hands firm on her waist and hip, holding her close. He held the reigns as well, but the horses didn't need much guidance to stay on the trail. She allowed her fingers to play with his hair, feeling it soft silkiness as the rode. Her head on his shoulder, she turned up enough to let her lips touch his neck. His hands tensed on her and she knew he liked that. She kissed his neck the way he had kissed hers the night before and he turned his head to face her. She knew what he wanted. She lifted her face to his and pressed her lips to his. He kissed her, taught her how to kiss him. Showed her what he wanted. Larkin did her best to learn what he wanted.
He pulled back and lifted one hand to run his fingers over her lips. "Slip your underwear off," he whispered. Panic rose in her, but she did not hesitate. She wiggled out of her underwear and shoved them into her dress pocket. "Now spin around here and face the other way." She turned, frightened but more afraid of displeasing him again. He ran his rand over her thigh, down to her calf and slid the skirt of her dress high enough to slide his hand in. There was no one there to see, but she felt exposed. He slid his hand up her thigh and his fingers paused where her thighs met. "Spread them. Wider. More. Good girl." He slid his hand higher until his fingertips grazed her and she gasped. His thumb found the right spot as he slipped another finger partway inside of her and she whimpered and moaned at the same time. His thumb rotated around her gently, causing her to tremble and squirm in his arms. His pace quickened and her head rolled onto his shoulder in surrender as she gripped his hair in one hand and his coat in the other.
"Oh!"
"Shh, my love. When I bring you, you must be quiet. Can you do that? If you cry out like last night, everyone will know. Do you want that?"
She moaned into his shoulder, her back arching. His low chuckle as his pace quickened made her want his mouth on hers again. She pulled him down and his mouth covered hers as she cried out during the first wave. Wave after wave rolled through her and she let him take all of her cries before finally collapsing against his chest, panting. He pulled his hand from beneath her skirt, then smoothed it down before reaching up to her face. He pressed his thumb to her lips and she knew what he wanted. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it, rolling her tongue over it as his eyes went out of focus watching her.
"I need you," he whispered. "Now." He pulled her around to face him, pulling one leg to the other side of him so she was straddling him. He lifted her enough to pull himself free of his breeches , then lowered her back onto him, guiding himself into her. "Mmmm, like this love, now back down, yes, just like that. Don't stop. Ohh, yes, just like that. Faster!"
His hands guided her hips as she rode him, trying to ignore and bear the pain. He needed her, she repeated to herself. She could not upset him. He moved her faster and faster until he finally pulled her down and held her there, spilling into her. He put his arms around her and pulled her close and breathed into her neck. The horses, she noted, had slowed considerably. He flipped the reigns and adjusted her skirts to cover her legs, but held her against him so she could not move. She was very still, her face pressed into his neck, catching her breath. He was still inside of her, but not as large or as hard. She slipped both arms around his neck and lay her head on him with a sigh. He was definitely pleased as his hand ran fingertips over her arm and shoulder, tracing a light pattern. She wondered how she could please him more? So much that he may go easy on Mathilde tonight? She lifted her head and looked up at him, his neck and chin with it's two days of growth. "I did not hate that," she whispered. He laughed and kissed the top of her head.
They rode for another hour, him holding her against him, not allowing her to move off of him. It seemed to make him happy, so she did not try to move, she lay on his chest and listened to his heart beat around the rattle of the wagon. Before long, she felt him begin to thicken and harden inside her and she sat up, gasping. She looked up at him and his smirk and felt herself blushing. She quickly looked down, but rolled her hips until he was full and hard and his hands moved to her hips again. "Not sure you aren't trying to wear me out before we make the inn," he said in her ear.
"I will stop if you want?"
"Don't you dare!"
"Like this?"
