Are you in there?” Annabelle sounded panicked. “Maybe you should release me,” Mary Margaret whispered against his lips. “Otherwise I might be tempted to put on a show.” “I didn’t think you had time,” Jared challenged her. “I don’t,” she assured him, thinking the stagecoach to Stockton was one she could afford to miss. The hard cock poking between her clothes, practically piercing through her folds, was far more tempting than galloping horses carrying her into the vast prairie and an uncertain future. She still wasn’t sure what kind of job these fellows wanted performed. If past work experience prepared her for five hard and handsome cowboys, then she was sure to find plenty of personal perks and benefits working for bounty hunters. “So you aren’t interested in what we can offer you?” Jared asked. “I’m listening.” She stared at the door. Annabelle wouldn’t go away and she was far too intrigued by the pending proposition. “Mary Margaret! Open up!”
