Dominating Devney(Montana Maiden Series Book 3)(2)

By: Vanessa Vale

We rode up to the house, tied our horses to the rail at the base of the steps and looked around. "What's that god-awful smell?" I asked. I covered my mouth and nose with my hand.

"Dead body," Doc replied grimly.

McKenzie nodded his head, his jaw tight. Were the women dead? There was only one way to find out. He pulled his gun from his belt and we followed him around the house to where the stench was stronger. There on the ground about thirty feet from the house was a dead man. By the way the birds were picking at him, flying off only when McKenzie shot into the air, he'd been there awhile. The ladies were nowhere in sight.

I heard the cocking of a gun and it wasn't the sheriff's. I froze and so did McKenzie and Doc.

"Who are you and what do you want?" a woman shouted.

Carefully, we all turned in unison toward the voice. Through an open window, I could make out the shooting end of a rifle, the white curtain blowing around it.

"It's Doc Graham, Mrs. Jenkins. I've brought the sheriff and Sam Bridger with me. Looks like you've had some problems." Doc's voice was calm, clear and loud.

After a fashion, the rifle lowered and then disappeared back into the house. I exhaled deeply and lowered my hands. I glanced at McKenzie, who'd lowered his gun, but held it still. Sweat dripped down my temples; the glaring sun was hot on our backs.

The front door opened and a woman in her twenties stepped out onto the porch. She had brown hair pulled back in a neat bun at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were equally dark, yet with an exotic tilt to them, and were fringed with thick lashes. Her nose was pert and her mouth was full. She wore a simple blue dress that by contrast made her skin creamy and pale. It also did not hide her surprising height and womanly curves. Long legs, trim waist, full breasts, tapered neck. She was...beautiful. But she was also wary, armed and dangerous. Definitely dangerous.

As she'd never met me or McKenzie, I let Doc do the talking.

"Hello, Devney. You look well, considering. We heard about Jenkins and I am very sorry for your loss."

"No loss, Doctor Graham." Her voice was clear and deep, like a spring fed pond. If she was in mourning, she sure didn't show it. Her rifle pointed to the porch floor, but based on the fact there was a dead man on the lawn, I wouldn't put it past her to be a quick shot.

"I'm guessing the man over there doesn't need any of my services," he replied benignly.

"No, I don't reckon he does." She did not appear to be a woman bent on hysterics.

"May we come in out of the sun? It's been a long ride and we're all mighty parched."

Devney looked at us with clear, cool eyes. Assessing. She nodded and went back inside, assuming we'd follow.

The interior of the house was just as well maintained as the exterior. It was immaculately clean, the furniture old but well-maintained, the air cool and calm. The stench of the dead man didn't reach the interior, thankfully. I could hear her in the back of the house where I assumed the kitchen was located. A few minutes later, she brought a tray holding some glasses and a pitcher of water. She no longer carried the rifle. We stood in the entryway, hats in hands.

"Please, sit," she said, moving to place the tray on a low table near the fireplace. I couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips and how they flared from her trim waist. When she bent forward to place the tray down, her ass was displayed to me in an innocent, yet unbelievably carnal way. This was how she'd position herself for me to spank her, to fuck her. Even seeing her covered completely in a modest dress, I could envision it. And that made me hard. Rock hard.

We sat once she did and she passed us each a glass of water. When she handed me mine, our fingers brushed. Her skin was warm, soft and her eyes lifted to glance at me in shock. Surprise. The color there wasn't just brown, but a whiskey color, with flecks of black and gold mixed within. Her lashes were longer than at first glance, darker too. Darker than the hair pulled back in the bun. Would it be equally dark on her pussy?