Buried Treasure (Silver Creek Resort Book 1) Page 22

  He turned her quickly and swatted her ass.

  “On your knees,” he said.

  She obeyed, ignoring the sand and small pebbles that cut into her knees.

  Shawn put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face into his crotch.

  Excitement tore through her, and she hated the idea. Here she wanted to call the cops on Josh last evening for beating Mary, and she loved the rough treatment she was currently receiving from Shawn.

  “Do you want my dick, naughty girl?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice muffled since he still held her close to his crotch. She could feel his hardness beneath her lips.

  “You’re going to suck me, and you’re going to finish me off with your mouth. When we get back to the cabin I’m going to fuck you in the ass. This time I mean it. Your butt is going to open for me as if nothing but my cock was ever meant to be up there.”

  He released her immediately and she fell back. She would have toppled onto the ground, but he still held the belt. She was sure there would a mark there, but right now she didn’t care. She fastened her gaze on his hands as he undid his jeans.

  When his cock sprang forward she licked her lips.

  “Suck it, naughty girl,” he said.

  He pulled her forward and she took him in her mouth, ignoring the voice inside her head that said she didn’t know what she was doing, that both of the men she’d been with before had criticized her for her skills at oral sex.

  She sucked, and released and then sucked again.

  “Keep it in your mouth, naughty one,” he said.

  She did as he said, moving him to the tip of her lips and then back inside.

  “Fuck that feels good,” he said. “Yeah, in and out, in and out. Suck it deep.”

  She choked when she followed that direction and he stroked her hair. “You’ll learn. Relax, calm yourself and then keep going.”

  Calm herself? Last night she thought she’d be back in Pueblo in a few days, and now here she was sucking his cock and being told she was going to be fucked in the ass. How was she supposed to be calm?

  Ignore the fear, she told herself. She put her hands on his hips to steady herself and sucked him in and out, in and out. One time he pulled on the belt and she felt as if she would choke to death. He released it suddenly and his cock popped out of her mouth.

  “Come on, back to work,” he said. “Take my dick back in your mouth.”

  Heaven help her she loved that he was ordering her to suck him. She did as he ordered, savoring his taste. A few times she choked and had to release him, but he stroked her hair and gave her a few moments to recover.

  When he finally released inside her she gagged and pulled away. He held her close and used his hand to finish what she’d started.

  “You’ll learn to take it,” he said when he was done, his voice shaking with obvious exertion.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, even though her mind said, “No, that’s not going to happen.”

  “Stay here.” He released the belt. “Don’t take it off. I’ll get water and a towel, and then we’ll go to the house for the main attraction. After the initial pain, you’re going to love it.”

  The trip back seemed to fly by, and Autumn was pretty sure it was because she was so nervous about what was going to happen when they arrived. It was pitch black when Shawn parked the truck in front of the cabin. He ordered her to stay in the cab while he went into the house.

  Autumn was more than a little nervous about tonight’s events, and she was sure he knew it. She needed to stay calm, needed to let him lead her. The urge to run away from him was gone. Giving him a blowjob at the mines had given her a confidence she’d never felt before in her life. She was afraid if she backed down now she would lose it, and it would be impossible to get it back.

  When Shawn appeared at the passenger door of the cab she saw what she thought was a very determined look on his face. He opened the door and said, “Turn to me.”

  She did, her feet dangling out the door. He removed the belt from around her neck and she ran her fingers over what she knew would be bruises in the morning.

  “I’ve set up a hot bath for the two of us,” he said. “We’re going to soak and get ourselves clean and then go to the bed.”

  “Okay,” she said. She knew her simple answer sounded foolish, like she didn’t know what to say, but truthfully, she couldn’t figure out anything else. She got out of the truck at his command and then, after another command, took off her clothes and left them in a pile on the front porch.

  They went to the bathroom where he’d lit candles and filled the tub with oil that gave off a wonderful rose scent.

  He helped her into the tub and then stripped and joined her. They used washcloths to wipe each other down, and when he ordered her to turn she did so. Embarrassment flooded her as he ran the cloth between her ass cheeks. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut when he pushed against her anus and pushed the cloth gently inside.

  “Don’t tense up,” he said. “That’s important to remember when I take you, too.”

  When he takes her; more to the point when he fucks her in the ass.

  “I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered.

  “You will.” He continued to clean, and when he stopped he kissed her shoulder. “Let’s get out and dry off, and then I want you to go into the bedroom and lie on the bed. There are handcuffs there, attached to ropes secured to the headboard. Lie on your back and wait for me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said. She was surprised when he gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He held her close as his tongue claimed her and set her body on fire.

  “I want you to relax,” he said. “It sounds like I’m repeating myself, but you need to not tense up. I’m going to be watching for your reaction, and it’s important you let yourself sink into the bed and let me take charge in this.”

  “Okay,” she said. “I mean, yes, Sir.”

  He stroked her cheek. “Go into the bedroom and follow my instructions.”

  He was being so sweet, so tender. She hadn’t expected that after the first time he’d boldly said he was going to “fuck her in the ass.”

  When she was in the bedroom she was surprised to see that all the windows were open, creating a nice, cool breeze in the room. When she lay on the bed she looked up to see an unusual star grouping of windows. They were also open, bringing in the breeze and giving her a beautiful view of the sky.

  “I love it,” she said.

  “I’m an outdoor kinda guy. I like feeling like I’m sleeping under the stars.” He knelt beside her. “Put your arms over your head.”

  She didn’t respond immediately, he stroked her stomach.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’d like to keep my hands free,” she said.

  “Sorry, but since I’m the only one of the two of us who has done this, we’re doing it my way. Now, put your hands above your head.”

  She fought back tears as she did as he asked.

  “Don’t be so afraid,” he said. “If you don’t trust me enough to do this just say so.”

  He sounded irritated, and she supposed she couldn’t blame him.

  “This is just so outside my… comfort zone.”

  He leaned over and kissed her. “Trust me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  He climbed on top of her and kissed her again. Then he played with her, kissing her shoulders and nibbling on her breasts and nipples like he’d done in the past, making her body sizzle with need. He teased her, making her gasp and cry out for him to please, please make her come.

  When he stopped touching her, she opened her eyes that had been squeezed shut while he’d made her body his toy.

  There was a vibrator in front of her face.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “I thought—I mean not that—”

  “Trust me,” he said. He told her to lift her hips. He slid a slim, long pillow under her and then said, “So
beautiful, and I’m about to claim the last virginal part of your body. All mine. All mine.”

  And then he put the vibrator against her clit, and she came.

  Chapter 18

  Pleasure reached every nerve ending in her body, and the large star in the ceiling had turned into many as Autumn soared to the heavens. In the back of her mind she felt something poke at her, at the opening where no one had ever been before.

  Something long and hard pushed inside her, just a little, and when she finally grabbed ahold of her senses she knew that Shawn’s cock, at least the tip of it, was in her ass.

  “I…” She what? She wanted him to stop, to leave her? He wasn’t pushing inside her anymore, but his hands were once again playing with her breasts and clit, making her feel as if she would explode one more time.

  She gasped and panted, trying to keep control of herself, but that was impossible. She felt him inch inside, and she felt the pain, mixed with more fullness than she’d ever felt in her life.

  Tears leaked from her eyes, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the pain, or the fact that she felt out of control, and she loved it. He pushed and played and kissed until suddenly he stopped. Her back end pulsed and her whole body shook as she tried to come to grips with the idea she had Shawn’s cock in her ass.

  Her legs were wrapped around his hips. He lowered his head and kissed her, gently.

  “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  “I’m—not sure,” she sputtered. She tried to form more words, but she couldn’t get anything to come out of her mouth.

  Her head rolled to the side. He kissed her eye and whispered, “Don’t cry.”

  “Hurts but—”

  “Shush,” he said. He kissed her cheeks, her lips, her eyelids, her neck, her shoulders—his lips moved to different places as she struggled against her bonds. When his cock started to move in and out of her she moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure. Shawn moved slowly, and she felt as if he were trying to keep from hurting her.

  They stared into each other’s eyes as he moved, and when he tensed up she knew he was about to come. She wondered if his orgasm would be as strong as hers had been. She wondered about him shooting into her ass. She wondered, she wondered, she wondered.

  “Oh, fuck me,” he whispered as he threw back his head. She felt him jerk inside her, and she was sure he was coming. When he was done he slipped out from her and collapsed beside her.

  “Are you all right?” he said after a few moments.

  “Sore,” she said.

  “Give me a minute.” He moved faster than she thought he would and went into the bathroom. She heard water, and the toilet flushing. Then he was back. He had a cloth in his hand, and he knelt between her legs and gently bathed her backside.

  “Am I bleeding?”

  “I’m better than that,” he said with a seductive chuckle. “You’re going to be fine. Let’s go soak in the hot tub for a while. It will help ease the aches in your body.”

  “You mean my ass,” she replied, and then she giggled. Where that reaction had come from she didn’t know. He undid her cuffs and led her to the deck. She slipped into the water, and when he returned she slipped into his arms, cuddling against his chest. He tightened his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

  “I didn’t expect love,” she said. Before he could think she’d meant she loved him she hurriedly added, “I mean tenderness and the like. That’s what I meant.”

  “Have I been horrible to you after I was rough with you?” he asked.

  “No, but that’s what I mean.” She sighed heavily. “I’m not saying this right. It’s just with the beating that Mary got the other evening, the tenderness afterwards seems like a change in positions, if you know what I mean.”

  “I know,” he said. “Most people don’t understand. I hope you do before long.”

  “I’m working on it,” she said. “It feels good to be in your arms.”

  “I plan on keeping you here for a long time,” he said. “You’re going to stay, aren’t you?”

  “What will I do?”

  “Well, I think you should seriously consider writing a book on the 1964 robbery, and the recovery of the loot.”

  “We haven’t found it yet,” she said.

  “All in good time, my pretty, all in good time.” They both laughed. “You’ll have plenty of time to write, and we’ll have plenty of time to play. Plus, I just don’t want you to leave. I want you here.”

  “Then I’ll stay,” she said. She jerked back and gazed up to where he looked down at her. “Did I really just say that?”

  “You did,” he said. “And I’m going to hold you to your words.”

  The kiss sealed the deal. She was moving in with a man she barely knew, but, amazingly enough, one that she felt she’d known her entire life.

  “I’ll need an office,” she said. “There’s only two rooms here.”

  “We’ll deal with the logistics later,” he said. “Right now, we need to soak, sleep, and then wake up and find our treasure.”

  The garden behind the main lodge was beautiful. There were lots of plants that Autumn didn’t recognize, and an intricate watering system, which kept them all alive. At the far end of the garden were a few trees. None of them had any fruit on them right now but that didn’t stop Shawn from going to the one on the right end.

  “We planted this year ago, and I’ve worked hard to make sure it lived.” He took one of the leaves in his hand and stroked it. It crumbled under his touch.

  “So where should we dig?” she asked. She looked back to where Ethan and Randy stood, leaning on shovels. “We don’t want to damage the tree.”

  “I don’t think he would have gone that far down,” Shawn said. “Front and center is the best place to start, or that’s what Dad always said. So, let’s get to it. Not to sound sexist, but we’ll do the digging.”

  “Fine with me,” she said.

  “Let’s be careful of the roots,” Shawn said to his partners. “I don’t want to lose this tree because of greed.”

  Autumn watched as Randy handed Shawn a shovel. He started the work, tentatively at first, and then putting more force behind his work. He dug a nice, neat hole and didn’t find anything.

  Shawn rejected an offer to take over and he moved to the left. After about an hour of digging he said, “Found something.”

  They gathered round and watched as Shawn drew a burlap sack out of the ground. He opened it and pulled out a wooden box. His name was carved in the top.

  “Let’s fill up the holes and take it back to the lodge,” Shawn said.

  They three of them worked quickly to return the dirt to where it had been. Once they were in the lodge they went into the office and ordered some iced tea. Once it had been delivered, Shawn locked the door and took the box out of the sack once again.

  “You want to be alone?” Ethan asked.

  It was the first time Autumn had heard him do anything she considered compassionate.

  “No, I’m fine.” Shawn opened the lid and then said, “Shit. There’s just a letter.”

  “Read it,” Randy said. “I mean do it silently first if you want, but I know we’re all dying to know what it says.”

  He opened the envelope and took out a sheet of paper. Then he turned the envelope upside down and out came a small silver key.

  “Oh crap, this is not good,” Shawn said. “My dear son, I hate to sound trite, but if you’re reading this, then I’m gone. Know that I love you, and your mother, will all my heart, and it will continue in death. There is something I did, though, that has bothered me for the last part of my life. I don’t know a way out of it without leaving myself open for prosecution, so I am dropping this in your lap. For that I am so sorry.”

  Shawn looked up. “I don’t like where this is heading.”

  He looked up at her, and Autumn could tell he was scared to read the rest, to find out exactly what his father had written.

  “Do you want me to finish
?” she asked.

  He took a deep breath. “No, I can do it.” He rattled the papers and cleared his throat.

  “Years ago, around 1964, I met a woman named Jane Bolton. Your mother knows about her, but she doesn’t know how hard I fell for her. I thought I was deeply in love with her. At the time I lived in Colorado Springs, and, I’m ashamed to say, I would do anything Jane wanted, including hiding money she, her cousin Kate, and Kate’s husband, stole from the bank he managed.”

  “Son of a bitch,” Ethan said. “He was guilty.”

  “You knew he hid the money knowingly,” she said. “But his story does not match what Kate told us. She didn’t say her husband was involved, and she said that they were hiding it from her lover. Read more and see if your Dad mentions Kate’s lover.”

  He took a drink of his tea and looked at the three of them. No one said anything else and he started to read again.

  “As we all know there is no honor among thieves,” Shawn read. “Soon the police started to suspect Kate and her husband. In one of my more stupid moves I agreed to hide the money on our land. I know it was stupid, but like I said, I was in love with Jane, and I wanted her so badly. I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together. I gave her the coordinates. But then, suddenly, she disappeared. I asked Kate where she was, but she ignored my phone calls, and when I went to see her it was to find out she and her husband had disappeared.”

  “There’s none of this in the police reports,” Autumn said. “Nothing about Kate and her husband disappearing. And we talked to her at the nursing home. How did the letter get into the storage unit? Why wasn’t it paid for?”

  “Let the man read,” Randy said with a laugh. “We’ll ask questions later.”

  “Just like a journalist,” Ethan muttered. Autumn stared at him.

  “So, I’ll just read some more,” Shawn said. “When I found out Jane was gone, and that they had used me and had coordinates to the money, I moved it. I dug it up and put it in a safety deposit box in Colorado Springs. I paid for years in advance. Twenty to be exact. When that time was up I paid for fifty more. That means the lease on the box should be up in 2034. I will be dead by then. It will be up to you to decide what to do with the money.”