Chapter 9
The Consequences of a Storm
Hello, I am giving you this little tidbit, because in the next chapter or so, I am about to do something that no one will like. Which, if you know my writing, it's nothing new for me.
I will apologize at this time for doing so. But I've got to write what's in my head. So, enjoy this little appetizer while I work on the next course.
KR
Matt lay down on the bedding again. He had taken a walk, unable to sleep. His mind was on Kitty and the person or persons that took her from the ranch. He couldn't quite understand why anyone would do that, but he also knew that his territory was still quite young and dangerous. His only hope was to get to Kitty before something terrible could happen to her. The idea of her being mistreated again, by the likes of another Bonner character did not set well at all with him. In fact, it was that very thing that kept him awake. Hearing Doc wrestle with his blanket, he realized that he was keeping them all awake and that would make finding her, less successful. Closing his eyes, he began to think about the last time he had asked her to marry him. If he was correct, he had asked her to marry him close to 30 times since they had found out about the baby. And he was going to give her a little time before he asked her again, but he was definitely going to ask her again, come hell or high water, he was asking. And one of these days, she would agree, he knew that. The last time he had asked her, was a few months back.
Kitty was only about four months along and she wore a loose fitting blouse over her slight belly. Her red hair was pulled up into a soft French twist as usual, with her hair curled under on the top and thin bangs hanging down on her forehead. She wore simple pearl drop earrings and her face powder was light, her lips were soft pink and Matt knew she had not put lipstick on because she would be working in the office doing bookwork. As he entered the saloon, he knew that she would be there in the saloon as always, chatting before heading into her office. She had stopped by the jail about an hour ago, asking him to join her at the saloon for dinner. Now here he was, entering the saloon and he noticed the slight crowd gathering around a table. Must be some game going on, as he could not get a glimpse of the players because of the crowd. It was at that moment that he saw the delicate hands; which dealt the cards. He'd know those long slender fingers anywhere. He watched them move repeatedly over his body as they learned every inch, every muscle under his skin. Two more players were sitting there playing, laughing as the beautiful redhead in a game she knew well was whooping them. Charlie Tackleberry bet 2 bits and Mike Newman raised it to a dollar. Kitty called and they watched as she took the pot worth about 4 dollars. Her four tens beat the two Aces Charlie had, and Mike, well, he was trying to bluff once again. As her hand reached over for the few dollars, she saw Matt standing there watching her. Smiling, she knew she had been caught and it was time to cash in. "Well, gentlemen, I do believe this game is over." She said smiling as she stood and turned towards Matt.
"Miss Kitty, it was a pleasure losing to you." Mike said as he and Charlie stood up as she got to her feet. Kitty just smiled as she walked over to Matt and the two of them headed for the Bar.
"One beer, Sam, and a water for me, please." She said looking over at her good friend and bartender.
"Coming right up, Miss Kitty." He said from the other side of the bar. The other patrons watched as the big Marshall leaned against the bar. Most of the men in the room thought that Matt Dillon was one lucky son of a Bitch to have such a beautiful woman. Matt knew he was one lucky son of a bitch.
"I thought we agreed no more dealing in the Long Branch." Matt said trying his darnedest to scold her as he took his hat off and placed it on the bar.
"Are you hungry?" Kitty asked Matt as she looked over at Sam for his beer. "I can have Sam run over to Del Monico's for some supper."
"Kitty, stop trying to change the subject. I thought we agreed." He said leaning a bit closer to her.
"Well, now, I suppose you could look at it that way, but if you really wanna get down to it, I didn't agree, you just told me no more dealing." She said batting her long lashes at him.
"Oh, no you don't, woman." He said as she leaned against the bar. "You know dang well that we agreed. After that incident….." Kitty smiled up at him. "Oh woman, you just like to get me riled up." He said smiling back at her.
"Of course I do, it makes for a good appetite." She smiles as she picks up her books. "Sam have Sally run over to Del Monico's and pick up that basket for me. We'll be in my office. Come on, Matt, I've got lots of work to do, you can keep me company and eat." She said heading towards her office. Matt picked up his hat and followed Kitty to her office. It only took about fifteen minutes and Sally arrived at the door with the basket that had been prepared by Del Monico's for Kitty. Tapping lightly on the door, she waited for Miss Kitty or the Marshal to open the door. She wasn't surprised when the Marshal pull the door opened. She could see Kitty sitting at her desk working on the books and smiled to herself. She knew that Kitty wouldn't be sitting there for long, not if the Marshal had his way.
"Thank you, Sally." He said quietly.
"No problem, Marshal. Tell Miss Kitty when you two are finished eating, I'll take the basket back to Del Monico's." She said smiling up at him with those big brown eyes.
She was quite a lovely young lady, with those dark pools peering at him, but his heart, his very soul belonged to one woman, and only one. Every man, woman and child knew this. "I'll tell her, if she can pull her head out of those books long enough to eat, that is." He said directing his words to Kitty.
"I heard that." Kitty said and both Matt and Sally laughed. Sally turned and headed back into the saloon. As she came through the doorway to the foyer, she looked back at the heavy sliding doors. These doors were rarely closed because they were heavy. Smiling to herself, she slid the door over until it latched and then headed back to the saloon.
'If they do decide to do, anything, it would be much more private.' She thought to herself.
"What was that noise?" Matt asked hearing the door roll closed.
Kitty closed her books and set her pen down. "That was the door to the entryway to the saloon. I don't usually close it. I guess Sally wanted to give us a little more privacy." She said standing up and facing him.
"Come here, woman." Matt said to her in a low but commanding tone. Kitty did as told and walked over to him. Matt caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers and his lips moved softly over hers.
"I thought you were hungry?" She said, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his hands on her face.
"I am! I am! In fact, I'm starving, for you." His mouth came down on hers, his tongue begged for entrance and she obliged him. Allowing him access to her mouth, and her body.
Matt had known many women in his life, none of which had stolen his heart nor commanded his body as she had. Kitty's skills were beyond those of the average workingwoman. Hers were the skills of a woman, completely and utterly in love with a man. She would do what was necessary to make Matt happy and he knew it, too. Over the years she had sacrificed so much for him and he was too selfish to let her go. He needed her, just as surely as his lungs needed the air to breathe; he needed her. She had always told him, he was her strength, but if she only knew how often those tables were turned and she had become his strength. As his mouth possessed hers, his hands caressed her body. He could feel her responding to his touch as her tongue tangled furiously with his own.
He couldn't remember how he had gotten her undressed to her chemise, his hands had deftly worked to relieve her of her clothing. He turned her in his embrace so that her back was against his chest. There was a sudden fear that Festus would be poking his head in the door looking for one of them and Matt knew he had to do something. "Hold on for one minute." He told her as he walled over to the door and gently turned the lock, than secured the door with a chair beneath the handle. Kitty smiled at him, as she knew his reasoning for his actions. He once again pulled her against his chest with her back to him as he began to move his hands over her. She moved into his touch, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in his touch, surrounded by his scent, devoured by his love. His strong fingers glided gently down her naked arms, over the back of her hands which still lay at her sides, then moved to her waist, as his huge hands, gently caressed the slight swell of her belly. Kitty gently tried to move his hands from her belly, but he tenderly nipped her ear. "All of you. I want to touch, all of you." She gasped as he took the hem of her chemise and pulled it over her head, leaving her standing in front of him, with her back to him, completely naked. Moving a step back from her, he slid his fingers down her spine, watching the tremor rush through her. "Marry me, Kitty." He said as he nibbled on her earlobe. His hands finally moving up to caress her heavy globes.
"Matt, please, let's not spoil this by getting into another argument." She said looking back at him through her long eyelashes. "I love you, Matt. I want to feel you. I want to give you everything I can, but I won't argue tonight, not now." She said as she led him towards the desk. Matt gently lifted her onto the very edge of the desk and moved into her as he let her slide down onto the desk. His mouth devoured hers as she gasped when he entered her. As the memory of that night slowly faded, Matt found sleep.
TBC