Todos os capítulos de COLLECTION OF LUST AND LOVE: Capítulo 231 - Capítulo 240

Abegail sat paralysed, her dream world collapsing about her, as her father and Leonard briefly talked of Leonard's leaving. He was going farther west, into the new Colorado territory. Not east. He was leaving. He was leaving without her, and he was going west, not east—to the even more primitive wilds than the dreary Nolana, not to the opulent, lively cities of the east.Herd hadn't gotten a foot off the front porch, however, before Abegail let out a wail of betrayal and despair and ran past her father to the door out onto the porch, spewing out all that she and Leonard had done and that she was sure that she was pregnant by him now and that, as a man of God, he surely understood that they were already man and wife.Still not looking at her, Herd covered his embarrassment with his own raging."Man and wife?" he blustered. "I have not lain with you in the eyes of the Book, woman. We have not fornicated within the biblical context. I did nothing in your womb. That would be a sin. You ca

The pressure of his fingers on Abegail's hand was almost unbearable. He was electricity; he was fire. She melted to his touch. "Yes, oh yes, I would," she managed to say in a strained, small voice."And what would you do to be able to go to the World's Fair, Abegail?""Anything... anything," Abegail answered breathlessly. He was stripping away all defences and anything but a totally honest response."If you come with me back to my room, Abegail, I will take you to the World's Fair tomorrow."When Wally returned, not having found the catalogue anywhere in the storeroom, the store proper was, of course, empty. The missing catalogue was lying on top of the showcase Cole had been leaning against.Cole had Abegail stripped down to her corselet expertly in no time after they had gotten to his room at the hotel. She had no idea what to do, but he was doing it all. They were sitting side by side on his bed, and he was encasing her shoulders with one arm and pushing her bodice down to below he

"We'll see, Cole," she said in a prissy little voice, and he removed his stroking hand from her forearm. "We'll just have to see." At least she now knew what Cole had been giving her such a complete and hurried course in lovemaking. And there was a glimmer now of leverage she could have over Cole. Yes, she'd try—but she'd just have to see what he was suggesting.They met Cole's brother, Jasper, at a restaurant in a pavilion at the Palace of Fine Arts for lunch. Jasper was a little like his brother. He was as handsome and finely constructed as Cole, but he was more like Wally Holland in disposition than he was like Cole. He was very shy and quiet. But he was Cole's brother, so Abegail turned her full charm on him, and Jasper was mesmerised by her. Before lunch was over, Abegail was convinced that Jasper would follow her anywhere or do anything for her that she asked him to do. She learned that Jasper lived in the Lake District of north-central Indiana, where he would be opening an insu

But Abegail's world was destined to challenge and surprise her and deny her any promise of stability. Just as she was beginning to adjust to this world and a future with Wally Holland, her world had collapsed inside her.She let out a little, involuntary sob as the last of the children filed out of the schoolhouse. She busied herself briefly inside, setting up for the lessons of the next day, and then, with a sigh of resignation, a sigh that had a little catch of a sob in it, she closed the schoolhouse door and walked down the path to the street, easel and paints in hand, bound for an escape into the world of her art."Howdy, Miss Abegail," Horace the postman sang out as he came up the road on his bicycle."Howdy back at you, Mr. Trap," Abegail called to him.He tipped his hat. "Mighty fine day, Miss Abegail, but it will turn cold soon enough. You off to Holland's to be the first to snag one of those newfangled electric heaters that man from the fair over in St. Louis is pushing?"Tha

For some twenty minutes there was only the sound of bass and baritone groaning and grunting and a higher, feminine-pitched moaning, sighing, and purring. And then, nearing mutual ejaculation, Shaffer and Vaughn became more wildly active, kissing Abegail's lips and neck in succession and each other across her shoulders, and using their hands to squeeze her breasts and work on each other's nipples and to lift and sink her body on theirs in ever-quicker motion until Abegail's cries of fully being taken and of flowing inside both of her passages marked the shared climax. As the three cooled down, they stayed there in front of the mirror, murmured endearments to each other, and explored each other's curves and crevices with their hands.And then, in what had almost become a ritual, as the two men slowly became aroused again, Vaughn pulled Abegail up from Shaffer's lap and carried her over to the edge of the bed, laid her gently down there on her back, spread her legs, and slowly entered he