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her with a screech that ended in a giggle. Ivy smoothed her tongue over the bite mark and shifted to hover over Nell’s other breast. She stuck out her tongue and touched the nipple with the very tip, her eyes on Nell’s. “Open your legs, baby, nice and wide.” She wiggled her fingers against the soft flesh of Nell’s thighs.
    Nell’s dark eyes never left hers, as she squeezed her legs tighter on Ivy’s fingers and slowly said, “No.”
    Ivy bit Nell’s nipple, harder this time, and kept it clamped firmly in her teeth as Nell squealed and bucked. She kept up the pressure until Nell’s thighs parted. “Good girl.” Ivy moved to straddle one of Nell’s legs, holding her in place. She slid her hand up to Nell’s pussy, finding it to be just as hot and wet as Ivy expected. Ivy traced a finger through the slick folds and Nell gasped and arched her hips towards Ivy’s hand. Ivy took the hint and slipped one finger deep inside her. Nell cried out and twisted as her inner muscles clenched Ivy’s finger.
    “Tell me what you want, baby.” Ivy circled her finger and pressed down on Nell’s clit with her thumb.
    “More,” Nell panted. She bent her legs to plant her feet on the floor, grinding her thigh into Ivy’s cunt in the process. Ivy groaned at the pressure and pulled out of Nell’s pussy, only to shove two fingers in to the hilt.
    Nell started the rhythm, thrusting against Ivy’s hand. “More,” she said on a moan, and Ivy moved her thumb, rubbing hard on Nell’s clit in time with her thrusts. Ivy ground against Nell’s thigh, unable to help herself as her own arousal built again. Nell was approaching breaking point, moaning with each movement and lifting her hips higher. Ivy pressed down on her clit and curled her fingers inside her.
    “Come for me, baby,” Ivy said, having to raise her voice over Nell’s panting moans.
    “Yes,” Nell started to tremble, tossing her head back and forth, her hands in fists, beating the floorboards.
    Someone pounded on the door.

Chapter Two
     
     
     
    “It’s the wind,” Nell said.
    “I’m afraid not.” Ivy watched the door bow under the force of the knocking, only the heavy bar holding it in place. She pulled away from Nell and grabbed first for the .56 Sharps buffalo gun that hung over the fireplace, then for her coat to cover her nakedness. She shivered as she pulled it closed—it was still more wet than dry.
    “You better shoot whoever that is, and then come back and finish what you started.”
    Ivy looked down at Nell. Her chest heaved, her face was flushed, and her legs were still spread wide, the deep pink of her cunt on full display, wet and inviting. Looking at her made Ivy think maybe Nell had the right idea about their visitor, until she remembered the storm and decided she couldn’t, in good conscious, shoot someone who was simply trying to survive the worst weather they’d seen all winter.
    “Maybe he’ll be a bad guy,” Ivy said hopefully. “Then I can shoot him. You’d better cover up, baby. You don’t want to tempt him, even if he is half frozen.”
    The knocking settled into a steady rhythm, weakening a little, as though whoever was outside was giving up on an answer. He had to see the smoke from the stone chimney though, and the light filtering through the curtains. Maybe he was in serious need of help. Ivy waited at the door until Nell had slipped back into her dress and fastened a minimum number of buttons to be considered decent, then lifted the bar. A man blew in to collapse in a heap on the floor along with a significant amount of snow. Apparently it had been drifting up against the door, just waiting for it to be opened. Ivy backed off to get her bare feet out of the drift and pointed the Sharps in the direction of their uninvited visitor.
    “Who are you?” Ivy asked.
     
    The first thing that Dean saw was a pair of the finest legs he’d ever had the privilege to ogle. They were long and curvy, and best of all, they were