Chapter 5: Resolution
The days turned into weeks, and the search for Micah proved to be fruitless. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind. But Dutch reminded everyone that Micah would resurface eventually, and when he did, they would be ready.
As you settled into your new routine with the gang, a sense of normalcy began to return. You rode alongside Arthur during the day, watching him as he effortlessly maneuvered through the untamed wilderness.
His muscles rippled under his shirt, and the look of concentration on his face as he scouted for danger was unbearably sexy. He was everything you could ever want in a man: ruggedly handsome, protective, kind, and incredibly skilled at what he did. You couldn't help but feel safe with him by your side.
He hasn't taken any dangerous jobs since the incident with Micah, and you could tell he was more focused on keeping you safe rather than accumulating wealth.
You felt guilty for distracting him from his goals, but he always reassured you that you were worth it.
"Baby, you're all I need," he would tell you, his green eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race.
It wasn't long before you found yourself falling deeper in love with him.
One night, as the crackling fire illuminated the surrounding area, you found yourself gazing at him admiringly.
The flames danced in his gorgeous green eyes as he caught you looking at him. The sexual tension between you two was palpable. It was as if Micah had never existed, and all that mattered in this moment was the love between the two of you.
Arthur leaned in closer to you, desire etched on his face as he whispered, "Y-you know I love you, right?"
You nodded, biting your lip nervously. Arthur's eyes darkened and he let out a growl before leaning in to kiss you. His lips were rough and demanding, owning every inch of your mouth as his tongue explored the depths of it. You kissed him back just as passionately, your hands roaming his muscular chest and back.
He pulled away for a moment to look at you with raw hunger in his eyes. "I need you now," he murmured, lifting your chin so he could stare deep into your soul.
You were so lost in each other that you almost forgot you weren't alone.
The rest of the group was there, watching the two of you with a mixture of amusement and desire.
"I think we're gonna head to bed," Dutch said, breaking the spell that had been cast over the group.
Javier and Lenny nodded in agreement before standing up and walking away. Arthur and you were left alone, still caught up in your embrace.
"Yeah," John added clearing his throat, "I'm gonna go see what Abigail is up to," he added getting up to leave the fire.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Arthur whispered, his voice low and husky.
He stood up, pulling you with him. You followed him out of the circle of light cast by the fire, your bodies moving in sync as if attached by an invisible string.
You stumbled towards the tent, tripping over rocks and twigs in your haste. Arthur caught you around the waist, his hands hot against your skin. He pulled you close, stopping to kiss you under the starlit sky. It was a slow, passionate kiss that made the blood rush to your head and set every nerve ending on fire.
When he finally pulled away, you were breathless and dizzy.
Your chest was heaving, and your lips felt swollen from the force of his kiss.
"C'mon," he said leading you to Boadicea, "We need to go somewhere where I can hear you scream my name."
Your heart jumped in your chest at his dirty talk, and you felt a wetness grow between your legs. Arthur lifted you onto Boadicea's saddle, climbing up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
As you rode off into the night, you turned your head to face him, kissing his jawline and licking his neck.
His stubble tickled your tongue as he groaned with pleasure.
"Goddamn, you're sexy," he growled before biting your earlobe.
You moaned in response, feeling his growing erection against your backside. The thought of him taking you right there under the stars turned you on beyond belief. You shamelessly rubbed your ass against him, making him growl deeper in anticipation.
Without a word, Arthur pulled Boadicea to a stop in a secluded area sheltered by trees and bushes.
A full moon lit up the warm night, casting a soft glow on your surroundings.
The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and pine trees, complemented by the sound of crickets chirping in the background.
Arthur quickly hopped down to the ground, grabbing you by the waist, helping you off of his magnificent horse.
You shivered in anticipation as his husky voice broke the silence, "I need you now."
He pulled your body close to his, trapping you between him and Boadicea.
The heat from his body sent shivers down your spine as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.
"I'm gonna fill you with every inch of my cock," he growled, nibbling on your ear lobe. "Say you want it."
His dirty talk made you whimper with desire. You were already soaked through your pants, and the anticipation of feeling him inside you was maddening.
"I want it," you murmured, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was raw and demanding, just like him.
You could feel the desire and need coursing through his veins as he pinned you against Boadicea. Your hips grinded against his, feeling his hardness through the layers of fabric that separated you.
"You're mine," he growled, breaking away from the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.
His hands moved up your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You gasped at the sensation, arching your back and pressing yourself even closer to him.
Reluctantly breaking away he grabbed the bedroll from Boadicea, caught your hand and led you to a moonlit clearing.
He quickly spread the bedroll onto the ground and turned to you, pulling you into his arms like he was a man possessed. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that made your knees weak and your heart race like a runaway horse.
Your hands roamed feverishly over his sweat-slicked chest, feeling every inch of hard muscle that he had earned through endless hours in the saddle and countless gunfights. Your fingernails dug into his skin, leaving red trails of possession for everyone to see.
His left hand found its way beneath your shirt, feeling your hot flesh against his rough palm.
He let out a low growl as he squeezed your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. You gasped at the sensation, feeling yourself grow even wetter with need.
Without breaking the kiss, Arthur roughly grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your head. Your breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly from the force of his movements. He leaned back just enough to take in the sight of you, a feral hunger in his eyes that caused your heart to race.
You were his prey, and he was about to devour you whole.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, admiring your bare breasts with a ravenous hunger. Your nipples hardened under his gaze, begging for attention. He dipped his head down and sucked one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive pink tip.
You moaned loudly, feeling yourself pulsating with need. His other hand roamed over your body, teasing the edges of your pants as he continued to suck and lick your breasts with wild abandon.
You tangled your fingers in his thick, brown hair, pulling him closer as you arched your back in ecstasy.
Arthur wasted no time, tugging at the waistband of your pants and forcing them down your legs. You stepped out of them awkwardly, kicking your boots off as well. Arthur's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you standing there, completely naked and vulnerable under the moonlit sky.
He quickly shed his own clothes, revealing solid muscles that rippled under softly tanned skin that glowed in the darkness.
His erect cock stood at attention, and you couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation of how he would feel inside of you.
"Fuck, Arthur," you breathed in a whisper as he backed you onto the bedroll. His dick brushed against your thigh and everything in you clenched up in desire. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you, making you forget everything outside this moment.
But Arthur had other plans.
He wanted to explore every inch of your body before taking you right then and there.
"Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you," he groaned as he lowered himself between your legs. His warm breath tickled your already sensitive folds and it took all of your willpower not to buck your hips towards his face.
His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide open as his hot mouth descended upon your pussy. You moaned loudly, letting your head fall back against the soft bedroll as he licked and sucked at you hungrily.
It felt like nothing you had ever experienced before, and you found yourself pulling at his hair, urging him on.
He seemed to sense your desire, and his tongue plunged deeper inside of you, making you moan loudly under the starlit sky.
He traced slow, deliberate circles around your clit with his tongue, and your hips lifted off the bedroll, seeking more contact.
"Yes, oh God, yes," you gasped as his tongue swirled and darted, the sensation building rapidly. You reached down and tangled your fingers in his thick hair, as if trying to keep him grounded between your legs. But Arthur was anything but submissive; he slipped a hand between your thighs and began to rub your clit with his thumb while driving his tongue deep inside you.
Your mind spun, and you could feel yourself building towards an earth-shattering climax.
"Oh, Arthur, yes!" you cried out as he continued his skilled assault on your pussy. He slipped a finger inside of you, then two, fucking you with his hand as he sucked your clit. You thrust against him, desperate for more. The fire that had been building in your belly burst into a wildfire and swept through your body, sending you soaring over the edge.
You screamed as the orgasm rocked through you, wave after wave of pure pleasure crashing down on you.
Your vision blurred and you couldn't help but convulse from the sheer intensity of it all. When you finally came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Arthur looking up at you with a devilish grin on his face.
"Goddamn, woman," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste like pure sin."
You couldn't help but laugh at his words, feeling more alive than ever before. Arthur had a way of making everything seem so much better, and you were grateful to have him in your life.
You never believed in love at first sight until you met him, but now you knew it was possible. And as he climbed on top of you, you couldn't help but feel lucky to be with such a wonderful man.
"I want you inside me," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. Arthur growled in response, his eyes darkening with lust as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly pushed inside of you, filling you up in a way that made your toes curl.
Arthur didn't rush; he took his time, savoring every inch of you as he slid in deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move. "You feel so good."
You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in even closer as you rocked your hips in time with his thrusts. The feeling was overwhelmingly intense, and you couldn't help but moan as he hit that perfect spot deep inside of you.
Arthur's thrusts grew more urgent as the two of you moved in perfect harmony. The sound of skin slapping against skin, and your breathy moans filled the air around you.
"Fuck, I love you so much," Arthur gasped, his sweat dripping onto your chest. His words sent a shiver down your spine and made your heart swell with emotion. You reached up and pulled his face down to yours, kissing him deeply as you tightened your muscles around his cock. Arthur grunted at the sensation before breaking away from the kiss.
"Goddammit, you're tight as a fucking vise," he growled, as he continued to thrust into you with long, deep strokes.
You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies moved together like two pieces of a well-worn puzzle. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body until you cried out his name, the sound echoing in the still night air.
But Arthur wasn't done with you yet. With a wicked glint in his eye, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.
Before you could even object, his hand came down on your ass with a resounding smack. It stung at first, but it quickly turned into a warmth that spread throughout your entire body.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, spanking you again. "Tell me how much you like it."
You bit your lip, feeling the rush of pleasure and pain mix together in a heady cocktail. "Yes," you finally managed to gasp out.
"I love it, Arthur. Fuck me hard."
At your words, he slammed into you with all his might. Each thrust deeper than the last, his hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine. Every inch of him filled you to the brim, slamming against your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. Sweat dripped from his brow, his muscles straining as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.
His hands were rough and calloused, a product of the outlaw life he had led before you came into his world. But to you, they were a symbol of protection and safety. He would always keep you safe, no matter what dangers lurked out there in the untamed wilderness.
As Arthur continued to thrust into you hard and fast, you could feel yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm. His hand reached around your hip and began to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations were almost too much to handle, but you didn't want him to stop. You moaned loudly into the night, pushing back against him as he plunged deeper and harder into your wet heat.
His thrusts became more urgent, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with each powerful stroke.
"Oh fuck, yeah," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he slammed into you again and again. "You're so fucking tight, baby."
You reached down and rubbed your swollen clit, the additional stimulation sending shivers down your spine.
"Come on my cock, sweetheart," Arthur growled, fucking you even harder. "I want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze every inch of my dick."
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your entire body trembling with pleasure as you screamed his name. Arthur followed shortly after, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself inside of you.
He collapsed onto the bedroll beside you, both of you panting heavily as your chests rose and fell in time with each other.
His hand found yours in the darkness, and you laced your fingers with his, reveling in the warmth of his skin against yours.
The wind picked up, sending a chill down your spine as it rustled through the leaves above you. But you didn't mind; you were too caught up in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking to worry about anything else.
Arthur turned to face you, his green eyes piercing through the darkness like twin beacons.
He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "I've been thinking about taking you right here under this starlit sky since the moment I laid eyes on you."
You moaned softly as he trailed his lips down your neck, his stubble scratching against your sensitive skin. His hands roamed over your body, lighting another fire within you that threatened to consume you.
You could feel him getting hard again, the rigid length of his cock pressing against your thigh.
"Fuck, I want you again," he growled, nipping at your ear.
You shivered in response, arching yourself towards him like a cat in heat.
His fingers found their way back to your pussy, teasing the already sensitive flesh with slow circles.
You moaned and writhed against him, desperate for more.
Reaching down between your bodies you gripped his thick shaft and began stroking.
Arthur groaned loudly, his head falling back as he reveled in the sensation of your warm, soft hand around him. You squeezed tighter, feeling the silky skin slide against your palm as precum leaked from the tip.
"Fuck, baby," he grunted, his fingers still working their magic between your legs. "I need to be inside that sweet pussy again."
"Not yet, cowboy," you whispered, gripping his cock tighter as you began to slide your hand up and down his length. "I want to taste you first."
Arthur groaned, his hips jerking forward as you leaned in to take him into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling over the sensitive tip as you sucked in earnest.
He tasted like salt and musk, a heady combination that made your head spin with desire. You felt him grow harder in your mouth, each thrust of his hips driving deeper into your throat until you couldn't take anymore.
"Damn it, baby," he groaned, pulling away from your lips as he tugged at your hair. "Enough. I need to be inside you."
He pulled you up on top of him. Holding his thick cock up for you, your dripping wet pussy slid effortlessly down the length of his thick shaft, taking every inch deep inside of you.
"Ah fuck!" he groaned, gripping your hips and guiding your movements as you began to ride him. Each thrust of your hips met his with equal force, driving him deeper and harder into your depths.
His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you in a primal rhythm that spoke of nothing but pure desire.
Arthur's breathing was ragged as he grunted beneath you, sweat beading on his brow as you rode him like a wild mustang, desperate for the release that beckoned just out of reach.
Your body trembled with each powerful stroke, thighs quavering as they squeezed around his waist. Your breasts bounced in time with your movements, nipples hardening to stiff peaks that begged for attention.
Arthur couldn't resist the allure, reaching up to cup and knead your flesh like a man possessed. He rolled your erect nipples between his fingers, pulling and twisting them gently until you cried out in pleasure.
"Yes, oh God, yes!" you screamed as your orgasm built higher and higher. Your body tensed, muscles tightening as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath.
Arthur wasn't far behind.
With one last deep thrust, he exploded inside you, filling you with his warm seed. He held onto you tightly, not wanting to let go as your orgasms subsided.
The stars above you seemed to twinkle brighter than ever before as you lay there in each other's arms. It was a perfect moment that neither of you wanted to end.
But alas, all good things must come to an end, so you slowly rolled off of Arthur and lay beside him.
You snuggled up to him, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The wind whispered around you, and you shivered, but not from the chill in the air. No, you shivered from the aftermath of your earth-shattering orgasms and from knowing that you had just given yourself to this rugged outlaw cowboy – body, heart, and soul.
As if sensing your thoughts, Arthur wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, whispering in your ear, “I love you.”
You sighed contentedly, your head resting on his chest as his heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful state of mind.
Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping made you both bolt upright, your heart racing as you quickly scanned the area around you. The only light was coming from the moon.
"Who's there?" Arthur called out, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun that was never far from his reach.
Arthur threw you his shirt to cover yourself as he jumped up grabbing his pants.
A figure emerged from the shadows, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was none other than Micah, the man who had caused nothing but trouble for both of you.
He walked into the clearing with a swagger in his step, his eyes glinting with malice and lust.
"Well hello there, lovebirds," he drawled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before settling on Arthur. "Looked like you two were having some fun."
Arthur's grip on his gun tightened, but you placed a hand on his arm, silently imploring him to hold back. You didn't want any more violence or bloodshed – not when you had finally found your own piece of happiness with Arthur.
So you took a deep breath and spoke up, "We don't want any trouble, Micah. Just leave us alone." Your voice was steady, but your heart pounded in your chest as you spoke. The tension between the three of you was palpable, and it felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, one wrong move and you would all fall to your doom.
Micah chuckled low in his throat, his eyes never leaving Arthur. "Oh, I'm not here to cause any trouble, darlin'. I just wanted to offer you a deal that, well, let's just say, you can't refuse this one."
You frowned, furrowing your brow in confusion.
"What do you mean, a deal? And why should we trust you?"
Micah's eyes gleamed in the darkness as he took a step forward. "I'm here to make you a proposition, cowpoke." He glanced over at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to Arthur. "I'll leave you both alone if you do one simple task for me. A small price to pay for a peace of mind, don't you think?
You see I've been watching you both over that past few weeks. I know you're worried about her safety," he said with a smirk pointing at you.
Arthur narrowed his eyes, skepticism clear on his face.
"What kind of task?" His grip on his gun remained firm, ready to draw it at any moment if necessary.
Micah grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I have something that I need delivered to the other side of town. But I had an... unfortunate encounter with some of the locals, so I can't exactly deliver it myself."
You couldn't help but feel uneasy about this arrangement. Micah had always been untrustworthy, and a feeling in the pit of your stomach told you that this was a bad idea.
But you couldn't deny the allure of not having to wonder when or where Micah would make his move on you. You glanced up at Arthur, hoping to see some reassurance in his eyes, but instead you saw only skepticism and distrust. You knew that he would never agree to such a risky proposition, not unless he had no other choice.
"What if we refuse?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Micah's grin widened, and for a moment he looked almost demonic under the glow of the moonlight.
"Oh, that would be a mistake, darlin'. A very big mistake. You see, if you refuse I'll lead the Pinkertons right to your little gang," he said adding an evil smile.
"You see, I've been doing some wheeling and dealing with the Pinkertons and they've offered me freedom in exchange for all of you," he added smiling.
Arthur's grip on his gun tightened even further, but he said nothing. You could feel the tension in his body as he considered their options.
Finally, he spoke up, his voice low and dangerous. "What exactly are you proposing?"
Micah chuckled again, taking a step closer to them.
"I knew you'd see things my way, cowpoke. What I need from you is simple. There's a man named Silas in the next town over. He's expecting a delivery from me, but after a... disagreement, I won't be able to make it myself. You can take care of it for me, and in return, I'll leave the both of you alone and you'll never see me again."
Arthur's grip on his gun remained firm as he considered their options.
"And what's to stop me from just shooting you right now and taking my chances?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"Well, for one thing, there's the matter of my men hiding in the shadows. If anything happens to me, they've been instructed to open fire.
And for another, I have connections in high places. One wrong move, and your peaceful little existence will be destroyed." Micah's voice had lost its charm and was now tinged with a dark, dangerous edge.
Arthur clenched his jaw, anger flaring up within him as he thought about how manipulative and evil Micah truly was. But despite the rage boiling inside him, Arthur knew Micah spoke the truth.
They had been dealing with Micah for too long, always looking over their shoulders, never able to truly find peace. The temptation of a life without worrying about him was almost too much to resist, and Arthur couldn't let his anger towards him jeopardize that opportunity.
Arthur reluctantly lowered his gun, letting out a deep sigh as he conceded defeat. "Alright, we'll do it.
But if you cross us, I swear to God I'll hunt you down and make you pay," Arthur growled, still gripping his gun as he stared Micah down.
Micah smirked, holding up his hands in a mock surrender. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't dream of crossing you, cowpoke." His tone was light, but his eyes held a glint of warning that made Arthur's skin crawl.
The silence hung heavy in the air as the two men stared each other down, their distrust for one another palpable.
But as the moments passed, reality set in for Arthur. He had made a deal with the devil himself, and there was no turning back now.
You knew what Arthur was capable of, and you didn't doubt for a second that he would follow through with his threat. But for now, you had to trust that this deal with Micah was the best way forward.
Micah handed Arthur a saddlebag and a piece of paper, his grin never fading. "Just make sure this gets to Silas personally. He'll be waiting tomorrow afternoon at the spot I marked on this map. Oh, and try not to open it, unless you want an unfortunate surprise."
You couldn't help but notice the menacing tone in his voice as he spoke the last sentence, sending another chill down your spine.
But there was no turning back now; the deal had been made, and all you could do was trust Arthur to keep you safe.
Micah turned to leave, but not before casting one last sinister smile in your direction. "Until we meet again, my dear," he said, turning to leave.
"Oh, and one other thing, cowpoke," Micah added turning back towards us. "She," he said pointing at you, "has to make the delivery, alone," he smirked.
You felt your heart drop into your stomach. There was no way you could make the delivery alone; there was too much danger involved. But you couldn't risk letting Arthur go with the package either. What if Micah double-crossed them? You couldn't put Arthur in that kind of danger.
"No," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "I can't."
Micah cocked his head to one side and looked at you like a predator examining its prey.
"Well, it appears that you don't have a choice in the matter, sweetheart. You see, Arthur here has something I want, and if he wants to keep it safe, then you'll do as I say," he added glaring at Arthur, "right, cowpoke?"
You felt the blood drain from your face as Micah's words sank in. You glanced over at Arthur, pleading with him to object, but his expression was unreadable. You knew that he would do anything to protect you, and Micah was clearly counting on that.
"Fine," you said reluctantly.
"I'll do it."
Micah grinned, looking victorious. "Good girl. I knew I could count on you." He looked over at Arthur. "Now, I'm a man of my word. You make sure she makes the delivery, and I'll make sure that she makes it back to you safe and sound. But if she doesn't show up or if anything happens to that package, well...let's just say that you won't like the consequences."
Threat lingering in the air, Micah walked away, disappearing into the darkness of the wilderness.