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  He said, “How much farther can you go?”

  “Not…far,” was the gasping response. “Leave. Go without me. I’ll hide somewhere until morning. I’ll be fine.”

  “I won’t leave you.” He spoke the words softly, but with a finality that left no room for ambiguity.

  “But¾“

  “My decision has been made, so save your breath,” he said sharply, cutting off her protests.

  He looked up and down the alley. There was nothing that would provide reasonable protection, a permanent safe haven from the outlaw gang searching for them. Then he spotted the fire escape ladder on the red brick building at the opposite side of the alley.

  “I’ve got an idea,” Derek said, turning toward Sarah. He was relieved to see that she was now standing erect, and holding the shreds of her dress closed sufficiently to hide her ostentatious charms. “Can you go just a little farther? If you can, I think we’ll be safe until sunrise. Those boys are like cockroaches. They disappear when the sun comes up.”

  Sarah nodded. She seemed ready to accept any suggestion that Derek might make. She was exhausted to the marrow of her bones, and he hoped she had learned during the previous hour and a half that she was safer with him than without him.

  He crossed the alley and leaped high to grab the bottom rung of a rusted fire escape ladder attached to the back of a four story old brick warehouse. During the boom years of the gold rush, the warehouse had been vital for commerce; now half the windows were boarded up, and the warehouse itself was packed with crates holding merchandise that had long since been forgotten. The ladder creaked and protested against his weight, clearly not having been used in many years, and then unfolded and descended slowly. The sound of rusty metal protesting was particularly loud. Derek glanced at Sarah and knew she couldn’t run much farther.

  “Come on,” Derek said, standing at the base of the ladder. “Let’s get to the roof. You can rest there.”

  Sarah looked at the zigzagged path the iron fire escape ladder took up the side of the building. Her legs were trembling with fatigue, especially her thighs. “I don’t know if I can climb all the way to the roof.”

  From less than fifty yards away, a voice cut through the night, shouting, “When I finish with that bitch, she’ll wish she never left her mama’s belly!”

  Another outlaw shouted in reply, “But first we gotta find her and that big guy she’s with! You guys seen anything of ‘em?”

  “I’m your only hope,” Derek said quietly. “Whether you like me or not, the fact remains that you need me. Right now, you need me more than you’ve ever needed anyone in your life.”

  Sarah released the hold she had on her ruined bodice. She had much bigger problems than whether or not Derek could see her naked breasts. He could tell she couldn’t completely shake her sense of embarrassment, especially when she noticed him looking at her ample bosom with obvious appreciation.

  “I can do it,” she said softly as she began climbing up the metal ladder.

  The rooftop of the warehouse was flat, sealed against the elements by some kind of coal tar that had been covered over with small pebbles. It was hardly the place anyone could feel comfortable, but Sarah collapsed anyway, sitting with arms wrapped around her knees as she gulped in air.

  “Stay here and stay quiet,” Derek said. “I’m going to look around.”

  As Sarah recovered her strength, Derek kept vigil at the edge of the building, checking all four sides, moving from one direction to the next to look down at the gang members as they searched with increasing anger at the quarry that eluded them.

  Derek found an area on the rooftop that would provide some small measure of comfort for Sarah. It was a ventilation shaft of some sort, surrounding by a wood housing to prevent the rainwater from entering the building through the shaft. Next to it were two wooden crates, long since abandoned. It wouldn’t be much, but at least Sarah would have something to sit on, and something to lean against.

  He went to her, and as he looked down at Sarah, he did his very best to keep from staring at her breasts. He had seen countless naked women in his life, but the extravagance of Sarah’s bosom was truly awe-inspiring.

  “We’ll stay here for a couple hours,” he said, getting down on one knee beside Sarah. “I found a place that’ll be more comfortable for you.” He studied her face for a moment. “Those boys are angry, but they can’t run around forever. Even in a place like Deadwood, sooner or later good people who understand right from wrong will unlock their doors to find out what all the ruckus is about.”

  * * * *

  When Derek stood and reached a helping hand down for her, Sarah pulled her dress a little more tightly together. Whenever Derek was very near, she felt jittery inside. It had nothing to do with the gang of outlaws now; what frightened her was Derek himself. Or, more accurately, what frightened Sarah was her reaction to Derek. He had a way of inspiring a sensual curiosity and adventurousness in her that Edgar never had¾a fact which caused no small amount of unease in Sarah.

  With Derek’s help, she got to her feet. She always felt less vulnerable when she was standing. But when she looked at Derek, she was once again made aware of his formidable size. Beside him, she felt small, and that was something that almost never happened to her.

  When they reached the crates and air shaft housing, Sarah sighed gratefully and turned to face the man who had risked his own life to protect her.

  “I’d like to thank you for what you’ve done,” she said softly. “I never would have survived without you.”

  Derek placed his palm on her cheek, and with his thumb he lightly caressed her lips, passing his thumb from side to side.

  “I had to do it,” he replied, giving that grin that Sarah was learning to like so much. “Couldn’t leave a damsel in distress, could I? What kind of knight in shining armor would I be then?”

  Sarah turned her face so that she could kiss Derek’s palm. It shocked her to do this since she was still trying to convince herself that there was nothing appealing about the man. But she did kiss his palm, and a moment later, she let the tip of her tongue trailed up the inside of his middle finger, and when she did, she was shocked to smell and taste the lingering, unmistakable essence of her own passion. Intensely vivid, fresh memories exploded in her mind. She remembered all the wild thrills she had felt while hiding in the dark alley, wickedly aroused by this darkly handsome stranger, frightened beyond all words at the young monsters who chased them with Derek’s slow death and her own pitiless gang rape on their minds.

  Sarah brought her tongue along the length of Derek’s finger, swirled her tongue around the tip briefly, then licked back down until she once more licked his palm. She wanted to look into Derek’s eyes, but she couldn’t find the courage to do it. Not while she was behaving so brazenly.

  On several occasions, while she had been stroking Edgar to give him the sexual release that he said he couldn’t live without, he had tried to push Sarah down to her knees. He pleaded for what he explained was called a blowjob, but Sarah had refused. It was the one act of sensuality that Edgar had asked of her that she never relented on. But with Derek, unknown urges tempted her to do wonderfully wicked things. He inspired experimentation and made succumbing to carnal delights seem like the most natural thing in the world.

  Sarah’s eyes were still closed and she was licking Derek’s finger when he eased the digit into her mouth. She closed her lips around the slowly invading finger, swirling her tongue against it in a pantomime of fellatio. Sarah knew that she must present a lurid and unladylike image to Derek, but she couldn’t help herself. When he began moving his finger back and forth between her lips, a soft sigh escaped Sarah¾a sigh that was entirely natural and not at all theatrical. A real sigh of sexual desire¾which was so unlike her.

  “Passionate…passionate…woman,” Derek breathed softly in the darkness.

  He pushed Sarah backward a step, moving her until her shoulders were against the wooden wall. Her slick tongue m
oved against his finger.

  Derek whispered, “So beautiful” and then dipped his head down to again capture Sarah’s taut, brown nipple between his lips.

  She moaned again, softly and passionately, the sound of a young woman who had cheated Death and was now willing to accept whatever pleasure life offered. Sarah cupped Derek’s head in both hands, holding him tight to the lush orb of her breast, not wanting to let him end his luscious pleasuring. But when he released her nipple from his lips’ embrace, and even eased his fingers out of her mouth, Sarah did not protest. She did not because Derek had raised her dress, and his hands were now inside her skirt. She felt his fingertips gliding up her left thigh. The caress was delicate, experienced, devastating to what Sarah had always considered her better judgment.

  He’s done this with a thousand different women.

  Sarah sighed with helpless resignation to her own passion. When she felt his powerful hands pushing against the inside of her thighs, she spread her feet farther apart, no longer willing to put forth even the appearance of resistance as Derek sank to his knees before her.

  “Beautiful,” Derek whispered, looking at the small patch of auburn hair, and the pink labia that glistened moistly in the moonlight. “Absolutely beautiful.”

  He kissed her then, easing his tongue into her cleft without any preliminary dalliance. Sarah cried out in ecstasy, and this time he did not try to silence her. Up on the rooftop, four stories above the young monsters who meant to do them harm, Sarah could at last allow her passions to have free rein.

  “Oh, yesss!” Sarah purred, her eyes closed, feeling Derek’s slick tongue gliding over her skin, tantalizing responsive nerves that never before had felt such things.

  A tiny voice inside Sarah’s brain whispered, It’s not right. This isn’t natural. But another voice whispered, Nothing natural could feel this good. Enjoy Derek while you can. And with that the brief, silent debate within Sarah was concluded, and she was blissfully resigned to accept whatever pleasure Derek was capable of making her feel.

  Each swipe of Derek’s tongue added fuel to the inferno of passion that was rapidly burning out of control in Sarah’s soul. She cupped her breasts, pinching the erect nipples firmly, hungry for all the possible sensations of pleasure. When Derek slipped a finger inside her pussy, then used the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, a shiver worked its way up Sarah’s spine and her fingers pressed even more deeply into her lush breasts.

  Sarah could not logically explain her body’s traitorous behavior. Derek was exactly the kind of man she had always found offensive. Nothing in her world made sense any more. She was exhausted, frightened, on a rooftop with no real certainty of just where in Deadwood she was. For all she knew, the violent gunmen had figured out where she and Derek had hidden and were at that very moment climbing up the fire escape ladder.

  But somehow, none of that seemed to matter to her body’s responsiveness. All that mattered to her traitorous body was that Derek was kissing and licking and caressing her pussy with consummate skill. His cunnilingus made her feel sensations that she had never even known were possible.

  Once again, names of deities came unbidden from Sarah’s mouth. She felt everything that Derek was doing to her with astonishing clarity. Each swipe of his tongue across her clitoris, or over the lips of her pussy, brought exquisite satisfaction. And when he pushed the first two fingers of his right hand into her, the stimulating friction made her dizzy with excitement.

  “Derek...Oh, Derek...” Her head banged against the wall. “Oh, God, what is happening to me? What am I doing?”

  It was odd for Sarah to hear the sound of passion in her own voice. She was accustomed to hearing herself speaking in an authoritative or at least confident and knowledgeable manner at work. She adopted a respectful tone when speaking with Edgar in front of others. But she was not used to hearing her own voice speaking words of passion and praise¾to a stranger!

  The kisses suddenly ended, and when they did, Sarah’s eyes opened wide. She was not ready for the oral caresses to end. Not when her clitoris felt as tight and hard as a pebble. Not when her entire body felt as though it was ready to explode with ecstasy.

  Derek stood, and only then did Sarah realize that while he had been using his lips and tongue with such devastating skill, he had unbuckled his belt and lowered his black trousers to free himself. His erection jutted out from his body. He was very long, and the cock’s thickness was intimidating. The only comparison to Derek that Sarah could make was with Edgar, and to that regard, it was like comparing a little child to a man¾a real man, not a pompous, rich boy who thought himself a gentleman.

  For several seconds, Derek just stood there, his jacket open and his trousers down to the middle of his thighs, his flagrant erection standing out defiantly, hard and throbbing with tension. He was impressive in size, even intimidating¾and he knew it. Sarah wondered if there was ever a time when Derek wasn’t supremely confident in his abilities.

  In a soft, unintentionally tremulous voice, Sarah whispered, “But it’s so...so big...”

  “Trust me. I know what to do.” Derek eased a half-step closer. “I’ll make it perfect for you.”

  Sarah reached for his erection. When she did, she noticed that her hand was trembling as if she was very scared. She was, perhaps, a little scared, but more than anything else she was confused and excited. She wondered whether Edgar’s penis was unnaturally small, and so by comparison Derek appeared to her now to be unnaturally large. She realized then that though she was no longer a virgin (and hadn’t been one for over a year), there were countless things about men and women and the things they could do for each other to give and receive pleasure that she knew absolutely nothing about. Nothing. But Derek knew. Derek was the answer to the mystery.

  When her fingers were just inches from Derek’s cock, her hand stopped. The disconcerting thought that her body couldn’t possible stretch to accommodate Derek’s enormous size and solidity flitted unpleasantly along the outer edges of her consciousness.

  “Damn,” she murmured with artless simplicity, “that’s big.”

  “Don’t be afraid,” Derek replied, his tone now raspy with sexual tension. This wasn’t the first time he’d had this conversation with a suddenly-anxious woman. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

  Sarah at last dragged her gaze up from Derek’s erection to his face. She was looking directly into his eyes as she slowly sank to her knees on the rooftop. Through the fabric of her dress, she felt the coarse pebbles beneath her knees. She tried to block this unpleasant sensation from her thoughts. Never in her life had she been on her knees for a man.

  “Oh...” Sarah whispered, seeing the solid flesh just inches from her face. “Oh, my!” After a moment it seemed appropriate to add, “Oh my, oh my, oh my!”

  She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the shaft and was surprised to discover that, holding him in her hand, she could not touch her fingertips to her thumb. He was warm and vibrant in her fist, the heat of his cock seeming to pass straight through her palm and into her bloodstream. She began working her fist back and forth over Derek’s entire length, her eyes glassy, amazed that it was actually her own hand that she was watching and not that of a much more daring and adventurous woman.

  Sarah felt utterly wicked being on her knees on the rooftop, watching her hand moving slowly back and forth over Derek’s pulsing erection. Doing this sort of thing¾having a sexual encounter with a stranger¾was simply not something that the person known as Sarah Miller would do. She was much too controlling, especially with herself and her own behavior, to be so bold and adventurous. She was a planner and a plotter, a person who took extraordinary pride in her ability to see over the horizon and predict the future. She had designed her life, and passion just wasn’t in the blueprint that she had for herself.

  But she could not have predicted Derek’s entrance into her world, nor her irrational and unprecedented sexual response to him. Derek was the embodiment of the entici
ng and unexplainable.

  She looked up at Derek, and there was confusion in the green depths of her eyes. “You make me want to do things…wicked things…I want to do everything with you. Simply everything. You’re a mystery to me.” She hesitated a moment before adding truthfully, “I’m so confused that I’m not sure of anything any more, but I think I hate you.”

  Derek did not reply verbally. Instead, he reached down and caught a lock of Sarah’s auburn hair. He twirled the hair around his index finger for a moment, then eased his fingers into her luxurious tresses. With gentle insistence, he pulled Sarah closer.

  She kissed the enormously engorged crown of his arousal, then very tentatively stuck just the tip of her tongue out between her lips. She tasted Derek, and the rumbling groan of excitement she received let her know that he appreciated her efforts. She felt his hand in her hair at the back of her neck, and when he pulled with a bit more force, she did not resist. Her lips were forced apart, and a moment later the head of his cock filled her mouth. Sarah closed her eyes and tried not to think too much about what she was doing. All she was certain of was that when she was with Derek, she felt daring and was willing to do things that she otherwise wouldn’t dream of.

  She put her tongue in motion against the underside of Derek’s erection, and her moan of passion mingled with his. Slowly, unsure of herself because of inexperience yet determined to give this dangerous man just as much pleasure as he had already given her, Sarah began weaving back and forth, dragging her butter soft lips over the ridge of the crown and down the shaft, savoring the pulsing power that she caressed with her lips and tongue.

  She heard him groan, and Sarah thought with escalating pride and confidence, I’m good at this. I’ve never done it before, but I’m good at this.

  With her sexual confidence heightening pleasantly, Sarah used her hand on Derek, her fingers sometimes tightening securely around the throbbing shaft, and at other times touching him so softly the contact was barely felt. She felt him throbbing with virility. Everything about Derek was strong and powerful, certainly dangerous, perhaps even a bit deadly. But however deadly Derek was with others, he was not that way toward her. To Sarah, he had shown only tenderness, surprising gentleness, even a protective compassion that Sarah knew she had not really earned. All of this made her want to give him pleasure.