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Morgan Hawke
Molly Coddle
Highway Robbery
~ Autumn 1764 ~
ammit, Molly, you’re always spoiling the
pretty lords,” growled the huge highwayman
from amongst the night dark trees. He was
practically invisible on his massive black horse. A
second black charger tugged on the reins knotted to
his saddle. The six powerful coach horses chomped at
their bits and stamped in impatience as they stood
sweating and blowing from the failed escape attempt.
“D
“Christ’s cock, girl, “ he continued to snarl. His
pistol was primed and pointed at the coachman as
Molly dealt with the passenger of the imposing
conveyance.
“Is there something you wanted to say?” Molly
asked. She smiled, showing her perfect white teeth.
With one hand, she swept her feathered cavalier’s hat
from her head. Her red-gold curls tumbled across her
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shoulders and down her back in wild disarray.
The young man they referred to replied with a
muffled “Mmfftt!”
“Well, I do suppose it is rather difficult to say
anything in your position.” He was face first in her
ample bosom. Molly’s arm was locked around the
back of his neck with her gloved hand knotted in his
long, neatly bowed queue to keep him in place. The
silky tail of his over-long golden mane looked so
pretty against the black leather of her riding
gauntlets. She had tied his wrists together behind
him, so he really had no way of coming up for air.
“So, now will you surrender your valuables, or do I
need to get rough?” She pulled back on the fine silk of
his tail, lifting his face from the deep valley of her
bosom.
“That was unfair,” he wheezed as he gasped
noisily for breath. The moon silvered the fine
perfection of his face, the cupid’s bow of his delicious
lips.
Molly pouted prettily “Well, I did say
stand and
deliver,
milord.” She tightened the grip on his hair
then bent lower until her full lips were almost
brushing his cheek. “Oh, come on, give it up so I can
be nice to you,” she purred. “I can be very, very nice,”
she breathed, then brushed her lips against the fine
shell of his ear.
“Well, all right,” he said softly, then moaned as she
rewarded him with an exciting touch of her tongue on
his ear. Molly stood up abruptly and the handsome
young lord winced as she pulled him up from his
knees by his hair. “Hey!” he protested.
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“All right, now tell my rather burly assistant where
you’ve got the jewels stashed in your rather
impressive coach.”
“You mean your vastly large and abundantly well-
armed assistant highwayman?”
“Mind your manners, milord.” She tugged his hair
in annoyance, and he yelped.
“I thought you were going to be nice!’ he winced,
his aqua eyes flashing in annoyance. He bit his lip as
she tugged again.
“We’ll get to that presently. Where are the goods?”
She pushed him up against the coach, which rocked
from the impact. She pressed her cool length against
his, breast to breast, broad chest to incredible bosom.
“Be reasonable. Just who is getting robbed here,
anyway?” He was once again surprised by her height.
She was staring at him eye to eye. Her legs were so,
well, long in her boots up to the thigh and tight man’s
breeches. Her doeskin-clad hips writhed against the
silk of his breeches, and he felt himself leap to sudden
and profound attention. He choked as his thoughts
traveled straight down to the warm vee in her parted
thighs that was cradling the heat of his erection.
“The jewels are in a compartment under the
driver’s seat,” he said breathlessly.
“That’s my good boy,” she purred, then brushed
his lips with hers.
He leaned to kiss her more fully, and was
surprised when she met him halfway. Her red lips
parted, and her tongue swept in to parry with his. She
tasted so fresh, so sweet, like a cool glass of spring
water. He moaned and shook as lust took over his
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