“Eden’s Paradise would be a start.”
James got up. His penis strained in his confining pants and by walking, he hoped his erection would soon subside.
“I could have done that. But then I wouldn’t—“
Trevor sprang up to sit in the bed. “You knew I’d bring her back here, didn’t you?”
“Well, yes. I was hoping you would.” James smiled.
Trevor pushed himself to the edge of his bed. He obviously didn’t want to miss any sizzling tidbit James had to throw his way.
“So why did you want to be here when I did?”
“Well, remember I told you I heard that Wild LaRue and her gang were into multiple partners.”
“How could I forget something like that?” Trevor joked.
“Well, why don’t we test this rumor out?”
“How?”
“Use your imagination, Trev.” James gave him a sly grin.
Trevor chuckled. “Partner, your face says it all.” He sat up. “All right, let’s see if those rumors are true.”
He paused and seemed to be lost in thought for a second.
James was compelled to ask, “What’s wrong, Trev?”
Frowning, he replied, “Well, partner, I want to catch Wild LaRue and her gang as much as you do, but a part of me wishes Belle won’t take the bait tonight and she turns out not to be Wild LaRue.”
“Me, too, Trev. Me, too.” James nodded in agreement.
Trevor sprang to his feet the moment the knock came. “I’ll get it.” He opened the door and his breath got stuck in his throat.
“Sorry I’m late, but I couldn’t decide exactly what to wear. That dress was so uncomfortable, and I wanted to feel more relaxed.”
He tried swallowing his saliva to dislodge the air trapped in his throat, but it didn’t help. His gaze flicked from her beautiful face, down to her exposed porcelain neck, down to her unbelievably low neckline, much lower than the sinful dress she wore earlier had been, if that were possible. God, what he wouldn’t give to unfasten each and every hook and eye in her corset. The blouse she wore under it was transparent, and he could glimpse her milky white mounds.
He guessed that her concealed areolas lay less than an inch below, and her nipples were most probably fully perked and waiting. Given how tightly the bustier enveloped her chest and waist, he wondered what would happen if she took an enormous breath. Her bosom would likely break free of the confining corset.
Trying to hold back his drool, he responded. “Oh, gosh, this certainly was worth the wait.”
She smiled as she came in and placed her hand on his lips, staring deep into his eyes. He brought his lips to hers, and to his delighted surprise, she snaked her tongue into his mouth to caress the inside of his lips and then dance with his tongue.
His cock rose and threatened to pop out of his pants then by the surge of arousal that shot straight to his cock. He brought his arms around her waist, pulling her in, crushing her body to his. And he dipped her partially backward while his tongue dominantly took over in hunger to probe her mouth thoroughly.
She gave out a low, sultry moan and then took an intake of air. It appeared to Trevor she was having a problem breathing. Who wouldn’t, wearing a bustier as tight as that?
A few seconds later, he heard a “Mmhmm.” Then Belle broke the erotic kiss to glance to his left. James stood there sporting the dumbest smile he ever saw. Trevor couldn’t help but grin himself. His partner’s reaction amused him.
James’s gaze trailed over her body starting from her head, down to her neck, chest, waist, and all the way to her feet, while his brow lifted in obvious admiration. “You sure do look lovely in that outfit, Belle.”
She smiled back and said, slightly out of breath, “Why thank you, James.” She looked over to the bureau where they placed the bottle of whiskey, a pitcher of water, and three glasses. “I wouldn’t mind having a drink right about now. I’m awful thirsty.” She sauntered to James’s bed on the other side of the room and sat down looking first at James and then at Trevor.
James was the first to react. “Of course, Belle.” Then he strode over to pour two shots and a glass of water, brought her one, bowing, and grinned slyly. “There you go, sweet lady.’’
She only tilted her head back in response since her corset obviously didn’t allow her much mobility. “Thank you, kind gentleman.”
He handed Trevor his drink and then raised his glass of water in the air. “Here’s to Miss Belle Samson, the most beautiful and talented singer in all of Fort Smith.”
“I’ll second that, James,” Trevor added while noting her blush spreading to both cheeks. He couldn’t tell if she was blushing out of shyness or because of her labored breathing.
“Thank you, boys.” She took a swill of whiskey and then tried to catch her breath.
James snuck a look at Trevor, signaling him to follow his lead while he sat on Belle’s right side.
“So, Belle, you have an amazing voice. How long have you been singing? Were you always a saloon singer?” James asked.
Trevor sat on her left side. “Yes, pretty lady, how long?”
“Been singing since I was a kid. My ma sang in the church choir. She taught me. No, I’ve just been singing in saloons recently.” She took a second large mouthful of booze and emptied her glass. She handed it back to James, huffing. “Would you mind if I had another?”
“Not at all. So what did you do before that?” Just as James got up, he glared at Trevor with worry in his eyes.
“I was… I did odd things.” She began to fidget.
Trevor took Belle’s hand and kissed it and then leaned in to whisper in her ear, “You okay, Belle? You seem to be having a problem breathing.”
Instead of talking, she just nodded. James came back and gave her the glass. She took it, swallowing it in two gulps. “Thank you.” By now she began to perspire and fuss some more.
Trevor put his hand to her face and asked, “You sure you’re okay?”
“Boys, I’m sorry, but I think I’ll best be going.” She sprang to her feet and began to walk to the door.
Trevor followed her, wanting to escort her to her room to make sure she arrived there safely. The flush in her face had intensified.
As he opened the door for her, she took a step to pass him and then her eyes turned upward, and she fell back into his arms.
“Belle! Belle!” Trevor spoke loudly.
But she passed out cold.
“She fainted.” James was at his side now. He picked her up and brought her to his bed, laying her on it.
“It’s that damn corset. It’s way too tight. She can hardly breathe.” Trevor followed.
James looked up at him while he knelt beside her checking her breathing. “You’re right.” He began to unfasten her corset. “We need to take it off now.”
Both he and James started to unfasten it, Trevor starting from the bottom and James from the top.
As each hook detached from each eye, a little more of her plump breasts and abdomen became exposed. Ordinarily, Trevor would have noted this and gotten excited, but at this moment, it didn’t register. He was too worried about his sweet Belle.
Chapter 6
