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A gust of warm April breeze caressed the fraying white lace curtains undulating gently in the open window. A familiar scent, one thick with leftover perfume and hurried-off clothing hovered in the air. The early morning sun shone pink on long auburn curls cascading over a white linen pillow.
A slender hand slid into the waves of tawny ringlets and gave a gentle tug. A deep purr made the woman giggle.
“Rhett, sugar, wake up,” A woman’s honeyed voice sing-songed.
Another purr, and then a twist in the bed sheets. The mess of long hair popped up revealing a ruggedly handsome man with a Roman nose and thick, wavy beard. Getting his bearings, Rhett pushed up, displaying a tanned, broad chest with a dusting of a blonde happy trail heading down to what was a blossoming of darker golden-toned curls. Looking toward the source of the soft voice, Rhett’s heavy-lidded gaze caressed the length of the nude woman lying beside him in the wrought iron bed. Then his view rested on her pert, round ass as he rolled her over and playfully took a soft nibble.
“Nu uh, Lover Boy, you got your money’s worth ‘n more last night.” The woman playfully warned. “Already spoiled ya more than I shoulda.”
“But Cactus Blossom, I’m gonna be on the trail fer months.” Rhett whined, looking at her pleadingly with gray-green eyes and a pout, his long muscular arms tugged at the woman. “Sure I can’t get one last roll to remember ya by?”
“And don’t even try with that ‘Cactus Blossom’ horse shit. We long since figured out ya can’t remember our names,” the woman scolded and swatted at Rhett’s roaming hands. “Like ya ain’t gonna screw your way through every town on the trail. I’ll be lucky if there’s anythin’ left of ya when ya get back.”
Rhett laughed heartily and ran a hand through his long hair flipping it back. He grabbed his impressive, semi-hard cock, “Don’t ya worry darlin’, I’m tough as rawhide.” He gave the woman a swat across her bottom with the other hand.
The woman rolled her eyes, “I’m sure that one-eyed snake of yours’ll be findin’ a warm spot to burrow in soon enough.” The blonde beauty glanced out the window. “Don’t ya have a wagon train to master, Wagon Master?”
The sultry leer in Rhett's face turned wide-eyed and panicked in an instant. “Ah shit!” Rhett jumped out of bed and literally into his pants. The woman giggled as she watched long legs wiggle their way back into well-worn jeans. He hopped around pulling his boots on. His long hair flying all over as he grabbed at clothing here and there. He grabbed his shirt last and dashed down the hall.
“Yer hat!” The woman yelled. Rhett reappeared, accepted the hat and placed it on his head, then gave a tilt and with a final wink he dashed from the room. She sighed and smiled as she watched him go.
Rhett opted to slide down the long oak banister to the main floor, holding the hand that was gripping his shirt out for balance. He landed on both boot-clad feet with a ching. As he walked quickly through the bordello’s parlor, he tipped his hat and gave each lady a respectful, albeit quick, “Ma’am.” The girls, dressed in their lace bustiers, satin bloomers and fishnet stockings, giggled, some calling out, ‘Bye Lover Boy’ ‘See ya next time.’
Still winking at the last lady, Rhett burst through the front door running right into a passing gentleman. His inertia carried the pair crashing to the ground. The gasp of shock and annoyance from the stranger’s full lips was enough to make Rhett stare. The gentleman was adorable, bordering on gorgeous in all those ways that reminded Rhett that he indeed galloped on both sides of the trail. As he practically writhed on top of the handsome stranger Rhett’s dick stirred in interest.
Rhett adjusted himself and scurried to his feet. “Oh, hell, mister. I apologize.” Rhett offered as he pulled the other man to his feet so fast that another gasp fell from the full lips. Rhett vigorously dusted off the flustered passerby and more fast apologies were thrown his way.
Rhett took in the sight of the man adjusting his knocked askew wire-rimmed glasses. He was about half a foot shorter than Rhett’s 6’7” frame. Black hair slicked back, blousy white shirt, and a vest hugging his thin frame. Rhett slowed his dusting motion, the friction increasing as he gazed into the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. He recalled seeing that shade of baby blue once in a quartz crystal cut from a gold mine. Rhett felt at the time he would never see a more beautiful shade of blue. Boy, was he wrong.
“Please, sir. Kindly stop touchin’ me.” The gentleman huffed, slapping Rhett’s hands away. Glancing to the sign reading ‘Bonnie’s Bordello’ he added, “There’s no tellin’ where those hands have been.” He stepped back looking at Rhett with disgust. Nostrils flared in a way that was once again more adorable than he thought possible.
Rhett smirked, running his hand through his long hair and tossing it over his shoulders. “Well, to tell ya the truth, five minutes ago they were wrapped ‘round a beautiful gal, with an amazin’ set a—” He was holding his hands up in front of his chest when the gentleman interrupted.
“Do not finish that sentence,” the man demanded holding up a finger. Rhett cleared his throat. “And for god’s sake, could you please?” The smaller man snapped, waving his hand over Rhett’s chest. He looked away, blushing and thoroughly scandalized. “Some of us prefer to see others fully clothed when walkin’ about.”
“Oh! Sure. Sorry.” Rhett rushed and slipped on his shirt, starting to button. Remembering how late he was running, Rhett began to inch himself away, “Well, I’ll let ya get back to your, uh,” Rhett frowned and looked the gentleman up and down, “...meeting?”
The smaller man narrowed his crystal blue eyes and glared. Rhett knew that he was probably going for haughty but missed the mark again ending up instead on adorable with a touch of unintentional sex appeal that radiated off his crossed arms and scrunched up nose.
“It’s not a meeting,” the smaller man huffed, and then readjusted his glasses. “I’m actually on my way to— “ Just then, the annoyed gentleman flinched as a horse tied next to him whinnied loudly and stomped a hoof.
“Okay then,” Rhett said as he turned on his heel. Then tossed back a smile over his shoulder. “Great to meet ya, Bright Eyes, but I gotta go!” Rhett patted the steed and smoothly mounted the white Camarillo. “Let’s git, Barbara!” He pulled the reins to the side and took off at a full gallop leaving a billowing cloud of dirt.
The gentleman blinked a few times as he watched Rhett run off. The pet name Bright Eyes mouthed as he pulled out a light blue handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth and waved at the air.
“Heathen,” The man mumbled and shook his head.