Chapter Three

Angel closed the lacey curtains so that no one looking in could see. They could, however, see the silhouettes of his and Kelly's bodies from the lite lamp, and that was just what he wanted. If Lee Foster was to show up tonight, he wanted him to see them making love, but he didn't want him seeing her naked body.

Angel hung his gunbelt on the headboard of the bed before he slowly removed his vest and shirt as Kelly watched. He knew that she had seen him shirtless many times during the summer months when he helped to work her father's ranch. Even her father had to admit that she didn't need watching twenty-four hours a day. But now... Now her eyes moved over his broad chest as if taking it in for the first time. A low moan rumbled through him as she ran a small hand through the thick black curls on his chest. At fourty-two, he was twenty years her senior, but she made him feel like a young man again. His body even felt rejuvenated when near her. And now both of her hands were touching his chest, sending waves of excitement through him and stirring the area between his legs. He leaned his head back and moaned as her soft lips touched his chest.

Angel wrapped his arms around his new wife and held her close to him. His chin rested on her head as his hands felt her bare back. Stepping back, he looked at her before brushing her hair from her breasts. The corners of her mouth turned up into a faint smile when he did. He had waited two years to see those breasts. Fingering the thin straps on her shoulders, he brushed them aside and let them fall from her shoulders. He watched the silk and lace as it glided from them, revealing perfect hand fulls of flesh and hard nipples. Her hands instinctivly came up, but he blocked them before they reached her breasts. "Let me look at you," he whispered. Her head lowered again and she notice that she was completely naked; the camisole now rested in a ring around her feet. "Don't cover that either," he whispered as her hands went to between her legs.

Angel gathered Kelly's hands in his and placed them behind her; his chest touching hers as he did. "My God," he sighed as his eyes roamed her body, "you're more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." A flush of color entered her already reddened cheeks and her smile grew. He meant what he had said. She was more beautiful than any woman he had ever been with. And he had had plenty over the years. But that was the past. Kelly was now his future and she was the only thing he would ever want. He stepped back to her, pressing her bare breasts to his skin. His lips pressed against hers softly for just a second. His deep brown eyes meet her green ones just before he devoured her mouth with his.

Slowly, Angel coaxed Kelly's mouth lips open with his. His tongue then coaxed hers into a mating dance all of their own. He felt her body sway into his as she moaned with pleasure. The heat from between her legs radiated onto his leg as she pressed her body ever closer to him. He knew then, she was his forever.

Kelly relaxed as she laid back on the bed; her eyes fixed on the ceiling above her as she heard Angel's boots hit the floor. Looking back to him, she gave a small giggle when she saw the tuff of hair rising just above the split in the front of his pants. "You don't wear anything underneath your pants," she asked innocently. "Never have," he said, his voice sounding even deeper and huskier. She then watched as he removed them. She gasped as her eyes stopped on his erect manhood. He was the first naked man she had ever seen. Her married friends had told her what a man looked like, had even told her in some detail about the first time. But now she was seeing one first hand and she didn't know weither to be scared or excited. Her body stiffened though as he crawl onto the foot of the bed and then on top of her.

Kelly's body began to relax as Angel softly planted kisses all over her. He started with her lips, next her forehead, moving to her neck and shoulders, and then ending with a deep sensual kiss on her lips. She felt his hand run up the side of her body, causing a shiver to run up it as well. "Angel," she moaned as his mouth covered one of her breasts. Her breaths began to come in slow gasps as he suckled the one and massaged the other. Her body had completely relaxed and she forgot all about what was to follow; she only concentrated on what he was doing at the moment.

Kelly felt the weight of Angel lift from her breasts as he kissed his way down her stomach. Her gasping for air came quicker now that he was playing with the auburn hair between her legs. She felt a throbbing there she had never know before. And then... Then his finger were giving the throbbing a gentle rub. "Angel," she gasped as her back arched, but her head and shoulders remained on the bed. The room filled with her hurried gasps and his low moan/laugh. "That's it Kelly," his deep and husky voice called. "Feel what I'm doing to you, darling. It only gets better. Now come for me, baby. Feel yourself go over the edge." She let out a groan as she felt an explosion deep in her.

Kelly once again arched her back as Angel spread her legs wide. "Oh Kelly," he whispered as he laid between them. He deep husky voice rumbled, "Your clit is so swollen. It's almost as pouty as your lush lips. God, I want to taste it." She was just about to ask what "her clit" was when she felt his tongue flick the spot that had been throbbing. His deep moan and the flicking of his tongue told her what it was. She grabbed a handfuls of the covers that she laid on as Angel teased her sensitive area. She gasped his name over and over as she again felt the explosion deep inside herself. Over and over he caused the explosion in her. Oh, it felt so good.

Kelly again felt Angel's weight on top of her. His lips pressed hard against hers. She encircled his neck with her arms, drawing him closer to her. She felt his tongue entered her mouth and once again it coaxed her own into an erotic dance of their own. She tasted herself on him as he kissed her deeply. She scarcely noticed the head of his manhood as it pushed into her, but once she felt herself expanding, she gasped.

Angel heard Kelly's gasp and felt her body tense up as he entered her. It was all he could do to keep from cumming, just from the tightness of her. But somehow, he managed not to and eased himself back out just enough. He watched her eyes widen as he again pushed into her. "Angel," she gasped, a hint of pain laced his name when she spoke. Again he deeply kissed her as he eased back. He pressed his lips harder to her as he thrusted himself into her; shattering her hymen. He felt her fingernails digging into his back. He again pulled back and thrusted himself into her. Her nails dug in harder and he felt her tears against his cheek. Releasing her from the kiss, he look at her.

Angel saw the pain and hurt in Kelly's eyes. "Get off me," she pleaded. He hated seeing that look in them, and hearing her say that crushed his heart, but he also knew he had to show how it would feel wonderful when see through. When she dropped her hands to her side, he took the opportunity to take them in his. Raising them up next to her head, he stared deep into her eyes as he began to slowly move in her. Her fingers squeezed his hands as he did; but soon she was moaning with pleasure. He released her hands and felt them wrap around him again. This time, they caressed him instead of clawing the hell out of his back. "Oh Angel," she cooed and he felt her wetness increase around his manhood.

Turning them as one, Angel placed Kelly on top of him. Pulling her knees to the bed, he guided her into a riding rythem. He watched as a look of pleasure spread across her face. The more she rode, the more she came, and the louder her moans became. "SHHH," he laughed, "You don't want your father down here trying to break in the door, do you?" "No," she laughed as she again begain to ride him.

Lee Foster reached the Hudson ranch. He noted the guards posted all around the house. Pulling the spy glass from his slicker, he pointed it at the house. There were very few lights on, but the one that caught his eye was the window next to Kelly's room; the one that that bastard slept in. He saw the silhouette of Kelly's body on top of Angel's. She was riding him! RIDING HIM!!! And from the way she was moving on him, she was enjoying herself. It was then the faint sound of her moaning reached his ears. Anger surged through him as he shoved the spyglass close and shoved it into his pocket. He wanted Angel dead. Dead for stealing Kelly from him. Dead for stealing away her innocence before he got it. That angered him more than anything. It was Angel who was feeling Kelly's virginity on his hardened member and not him. DAMN HIM!!! DAMN HIM!!! Lee balled his fist in blind rage. He was going to kill the "Angel of Death".

Kelly rode through yet another orgasm before finally collapsing on Angel's chest. Her heart pounded in her own and her pulse raced away with itself. Even Angel panted a little as he rolled them back into their original position. "I love you, Angel," she lowly said. "And I love you, Kelly," he said back as he slowly moved in her. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as he moved just as slowly, but pushed in her harder and harder each time. With each thrust he made in her, she gasped and came. She heard his own moan as he too join her in pure ecstacy. She felt his whole body shake as he released himself deep into her. Not wanting any of his seed to spill from her, he pushed himself even deeper into her. "Oh God, Kelly," he groaned as he laid himself on her; the weight of his upper body being support by that of his arms. Her hands slipped through his hair as they kissed and held each other in the after glow of their lovemaking.

Kelly's heartbeat had just about returned to normal when she heard the shot outside. She watched Angel as he instinctively grabbed his gun and hid her body behind his. His gun pointed steadily at the window, but no other shot was heard. Cries of the men on guard could be heard. Angel stayed where he was. The men's voices could plainly be heard. "It's Lee Foster," Jake said. "Doesn't look like he's going to be bothering Kelly anymore, does it," Hank said. "That's Mrs. Slaughter, now," Jake said. "Anyway...," Hank said, "he'll be leaving her alone from now on."

Angel threw the covers over Kelly and told her to stay there. He pulled on his pants and holster as he walked to the door. Moments later, he stepped around the corner of the house and saw Jake and Hank standing over the lifeless body of Lee Foster. "Good work," he said. "Just doing our job," Hank said. "Which one shot," he asked the two men. He watched as the two men looked at each other. In unison they said, "Not me. I thought you did." All three men whirled around when another voice came out of the darkness. Their guns pointed in the direction of the voice as it said, "I did." The man approached and in the light Angel saw Frank Foster. "He would never have left her alone," the man, only a few years older than himself, said. "I had to do it. He was my son and I couldn't stand by a just let him kill you and then rape her. I knew as soon as I heard about your marriage that I had better come out here. I knew that once Lee heard too, he would be after you." The older man looked down at his dead son. "I was right," he said before turning around and leaving.

Angel drew in a deep breathe and sighed. He was glad that it was finally over, but hated that it had to happen on their wedding night. He knew that Kelly wouldn't like it because of that reason, but would also be glad that it was over. He knocked on their door before entering the room. He found her huddled on the bed, shaking as if she was expecting Lee to enter the room and not him. It had been for that reason he had knocked. "Is he...," she said, wanting to ask, but unable too. He shook his head "yes".

Angel sat down on the bed and held his wife. "Thank God," Kelly sighed as he held her in his lap. He was surprised at her, but then he wasn't either, for her reaction. Leaning back from their embrace, she said, "Now we can work on starting a family without having to worry about him." He hated to tell her that more men than just Lee Foster would like to see him dead, but her smile melted his heart and he couldn't bring himself to say it. And to his surprise, she wanted to make love again, right then. He obligued her by making love to her so many times that night, that the sun rose before they even knew it was morning.

__________________
It's only funny until someone gets hurt, then it's hilarious!