Chapter 6

That night, I found myself sitting by the campfire with my head against Zander’s chest. I could hear his soft heartbeat along with the crackling of the fire. “What was your life like before you became an outlaw?” I suddenly asked. I rubbed my hands together, warming them against the flames. It felt good to finally be free from the restraints.

His arms tightened around me as he laid his cheek on the top of my head in an affectionate manner. “It was hard. I come from a rather poor family. They were everything I ever lived for. I started my vagabond life because of them. It was the only way we could survive.” He explained, his words heavy with painful memories. “But I always promised myself that no matter what happened, I’d never kill anyone in any of my robberies… if I could help it. There were times I had no choice.”

I shuddered slightly, thinking about my own experiences. When you find yourself staring into the face of death, you tend to do anything you can to save yourself. “What happened to your family? Why aren’t you with them now?” I questioned.

“They died a while back, in a fire.” He explained somberly. “What about you, where’s your family?” His lips gently pressed against my neck, his arms tightening around my waist, pulling me even closer. “A gorgeous woman like yourself must’ve had her fair share of boyfriends.”

I sighed as he picked at an old scab on my heart. “I was married once.” I finally said. “He was one of the best men in the universe. My partner in crime.” I chuckled, hearing how ironic that sounded. “We were both bounty hunters,” I explained. “No one could stop us.”

“What happened to him?” Zander asked, his pale eyes full of both curiosity and concern.

“He died.” My voice was void of emotion for a moment. “His horse was frightened by a snake and he was bucked off. He landed on his head and died on the spot…” I recounted the story, feeling numb inside.

Zander frowned, pulling me into a close hug, his hands running up and down my back. In that moment of silence, I felt like we had both come to respect each other a bit more. “You know, I too had a fiancée once. She was the sweetest girl I had ever met. She had an angelic smile and a face worth all the money in the world.” He paused in contemplation. “I swear I loved her to death, but her family never liked me. In the end, she followed her parents’ direction and married a well-to-do man with a goal in life.” He sighed, pain in his voice. I looked at him. I could tell that he had been hurt by his broken engagement. Maybe that was why behind his smile there always was a sort of distance.

“Zane, what’s your plan in life?”

“Well, one day I’ll be caught. They’ll bring me to the chopping block and that’ll be it.” He murmured into my hair. My heart tightened in his response. A deep sense of sadness washed over me. I didn’t want to think about him being executed. “But, until then I’ll try to have the best life that I can.” He looked at me as if I was his key to a better life.

I found myself getting lost in his gaze, my body getting closer to his. Our lips collided together and sparks flew between them. I parted my lips and his tongue quickly snuck its way inside my mouth. As the kiss grew more and more passionate, I moved onto his lap.

I could feel his growing erection against my thigh and it excited me. His hands were all over my body, slowly pulling on the hem of my shirt, freeing it from inside my pants. Once it was untucked, his large, slightly calloused hands ran along my spine, venturing further and further until they wrapped around my warm breasts.

My moan echoed through the wilderness as I felt my lust and passion for this man growing. Between my legs, a fire blazed, growing in intensity as he rolled his fingers over my hardening nubs, teasing them gently. I bit my lip, tilting my head back.

Suddenly, he had me pinned to the ground, his hands tight around my wrists. “Aliza. I can’t help myself any longer. I want you.” He growled in my ear. Our hips locked together and I could feel his growing erection pressing against my belly. I rubbed my thighs against him in a silent plea for him to take this a step further. Our eyes locked and he seemed to read the desire written on my face.

He grinned, leaning down and kissing my neck. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt, letting each button fall away, replacing it with a kiss, traveling along my body until his lips lingered above the waistband of my pants. He made quick work of them, shimmying them down my hips and throwing them aside.

I bit my lip, awaiting his next move. Never before had I been rendered so speechless, but in that moment, it was like the words had been lodged inside my throat. I just gulped, my breathing causing my chest to heave.

With eager eyes, I watched him unbutton his own pants, freeing his large, throbbing member. My eyes widened, trying to figure out how he was going to get something so big inside my tight hole. He held it in his hand a moment, stroking it gently, a glint in his eyes. Slowly, he pulled my panties to the side. I felt a cold breeze roll past us, making me shiver. The moonlight above shined down on my glistening juices, catching his eye.

“I hope you’re ready baby.” He murmured, pressing his tip against me. I spread my legs for him, feeling my passion grow, turning into a burning coal inside my stomach. Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, he plunged into my wet folds. I screamed out as he broke through the walls of my womanhood that had laid dormant for so long.

We both grunted in desire. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as my nails ran down his back in carnal pleasure. “Oh God… that feels…” I couldn’t even complete a sentence as he rocked his hips back and forth. My mind went numb. “Zander… I…” Words evaded me as he continued, plunging deeper and deeper until his entire length was buried inside of me.

I clawed at his back, finding no other way to express the mind-numbing pleasure. “Shh baby. Don’t talk. Just enjoy the ride…” He whispered into my ear, breathless. He pinned me to his chest, his hands on my hips, guiding me up and down his considerable length. Suddenly, I was hit with a surge of pleasure. I screamed out, feeling myself tighten around him, holding his throbbing member like a vice grip inside of me.

I cried out, my whole body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over my body, leaving me panting before I slumped against his chest. Seconds later, a long, drawn-out grunt escaped his lips and I felt a warm stickiness inside my womb. We both fell back into the soft dirt, pleasantly exhausted.