Clay grabbed her arm with one hand and tugged some gold pieces from his pocket with the other. He tossed them on her dresser and Emily’s eyes widened.
“Oh,” the woman said. “I can sure stay put for that kind of gold too.”
Emily didn’t know how much was there but it looked like a lot to her and it made a clanking noise when it hit the top of the whore’s dresser. One of the pieces fell to the floor with a soft clang and Clay picked it up and tossed it with the other coins.
“What’s it gonna be, Emily? You want me to fuck her while you watch or do you want to fuck me and have her watch and give you a few pointers?”
The whore smiled. “Oh now, sugar, I like the way your man thinks,” she drawled. “I can’t recall a time when I was paid to watch.”
“I guess not,” Clay said before he released his grip. “First time for everything though, right?”
“You followed me!” Emily accused her heart racing against her chest and vibrating so strong, she felt the beat of it against her ribcage.
“Nope, didn’t have to, Emily. Besides, if you ever wanna hide in this town, you’ll have to cut off all of your hair or shove it in a hat. With your hair color, never mind that little body of yours, everything about you paints a memory.”
“Ain’t that sweet.” The whore batted her eyes at Clay. “So what’s your pleasure, cowboy? Wanna fuck me or her?” She rolled her tongue over her lower lip. “Or do we all fuck each other?”
Emily turned on her. “Do you mind?”
“Sugar, you’re in my room and you came to me. Your man here followed you and was kind enough to put money on the dresser. Now somebody, either me or you is gonna get fucked. I don’t care either way but I don’t like to waste time deciding business matters.”
She patted Clay’s arm. “What about it, cowboy?”
“Emily?”
“I’m ready to go.” She shifted her weight and held her head high forcing her shoulders back with the announcement.
“You’re plumb ready, right now, huh?”
“Yes, Clay. I am.” She started for the door and he grabbed her around the waist. “I don’t know, Emily. I like the idea of staying for a bit and I gotta tell you,” he eyed the whore, “I like the idea of three.”
He winked at the whore and she pinched his cheek. “Oh, I could have a good time with you, cowboy.”
“Is she gonna watch, Emily?” His eyes glazed over as he held her and Emily brought her arm up to smack him.
He stopped her and drew her closer, pinning her arms to her sides. “Me and you or her and us?”
“Let me go, Clay,” she whispered.
“Suit yourself.” He released his hold on her and grabbed the whore instead. His lips crashed against hers and she moaned out loud with the dramatic gesture.
He pressed her against the wall and held her there with one hand flat against her belly and the other working fast to untie his buckskins.
“Clay,” she muttered. “Please don’t do this.”
He stopped kissing the woman he held and by the time he stared back at Emily, his cock was in his hand. He rubbed it up against the woman’s dress and she took the lead while he glared at Emily.
“I’m getting off, Emily. Either your hand, your mouth, your body…or hers. It don’t matter to me either way, to hear you tell it.”
She tried to understand where his anger came from but it was no use. She looked down at the whore’s hand watching as she tugged and released the hard length of flesh expanding in her hand.
“Clay…”
The whore released his cock and raised her skirts, her petticoat and dress wadded up in her fist. “Cowboy, if you don’t mind my saying so, I’d rather her choose me for your kind of size.”
Beads of sweat covered his brow as he braced himself against the wall, one palm on one side of her head and the other on her waist.
“Sugar, it’s only business,” she said to Emily as she tried to encourage Clay to take her. She couldn’t help herself, the whore was panting, maybe even drooling.
“Emily?”
“Fuck you, Clay!” She ran out the door as fast as she could. When she passed them, she could tell, he’d already started the fucking. He had a willing participant and the woman was all too willing to earn her wages. After all, she said she liked his size.
Emily trotted down the stairs and headed toward the back of the saloon. She bumped into the wall as she turned the corner and fell straight into Luke’s waiting arms.
Chapter Seven
Luke gripped her shoulders. “Emily, what is it?”
She looked up at him for a second and then buried her face in her hands. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just can’t talk about it. I hate him! I just hate him!”
Clay grinned as he tossed his hat on his head and strolled by her and Luke with a gentle gait and a plain devious smile. “Gee, Emily, I’m sorry to hear that, especially since the whore back there is saying the same thing about right now.”
She blinked twice and watched him keep his back to her as he marched on out of the barroom. She followed him down the dusty street with her fists drawn tight and ready to strike. She wanted to hit something, preferably him.
“Don’t you walk right by me cocky-like, after you fuck a whore and blame me because you did it!”
“You did what?” Luke asked Clay as they walked down the dirt road headed back for their place, the one Percy sold them long before they should’ve bought it.
For every stride Clay took, she skipped two or three to keep up. She did it sideways, trying to talk to him while they headed home.
“Don’t listen to her,” Clay spoke over her. “She don’t know the first thing about what she’s talking about.”
“The hell I don’t. You paid her and you said her or me. When I didn’t, you had her moaning out in some kind of pain before I got out of the room.”
Luke took a deep breath and looked away. “Dear God, Clay.”
Clay stopped walking and stared at her. “That’s what you think I did?”
“I know what I saw,” she muttered.
“The hell you do. What you saw was a good act. What you deserved is what you thought you witnessed in the first place.”
“What are the two of you rambling on about?” Levi asked the second they walked inside the cabin. “I could hear you when you were up there on the hillside.”
“He fucked a whore,” Luke told Levi.
“I didn’t fuck a whore,” Clay said. “Good Lord, why would I go and do something stupid like that when I got the only woman I want standing right here beside me.”
“You fucked her. She held your cock in her hands. I saw it!” she screamed.
Levi looked at Luke. “Then yeah, he probably screwed her if you saw that much. I know if a woman takes me that far, she’d better bend over and get ready. I ain’t gonna let her touch it if she ain’t gonna let me stroke it.”
“Levi!” she spouted on. “Now is not a good time for your spitter-spatter to flap.”
Clay shook his head real quick and Luke grinned. They had some sort of unspoken signal between them. She marched across the room and eyed the bathtub.
“Is that for me?” she asked.
“Why yes, Miss Emily, it is,” Clay drawled. “I guess I had time to fuck a whore after all if I’d known Levi here was going to—”
Levi looked at him dumbfounded. “You or Luke one told me to get her tub ready. You knew I’d take care of it. What’s a whore got to do with any of this?”
“He wanted me to watch him with some…some….woman!”
“No, she wanted a whore to teach her how to fuck,” Clay informed. “And the gal at the saloon offered to fuck us in front of her but the jealous little thing had a problem with it. Didn’t you, Emily?”
“I didn’t want her to teach me by touching you!”
“And just what did you want, Emily?” His voice lowered. He stepped toward her and her hands flew to his chest.
“Don’t you come near me,” she warned.
“Why not? I didn’t get inside of that woman because I didn’t want inside of her. I only want you. I’m here to tell you, me and you— we’re gonna happen and it’s gonna happen just as soon as we get you cleaned up.” He pursed his lips and muttered.