when you’re no longer here.”
She seemed to be talking to herself, so he kept his own mouth shut and let her run her tongue and fingers down the length of him. She sucked the head of his cock until he’d rocked back on his heels and groaned. Then she pulled her mouth off him and lowered her head to suck his balls while she continued to hold him in both hands, gently squeezing.
“Christ!” he said, when she’d brought him to the boiling point.
Almost savagely, he reached down and picked her up in his arms. She gave a half-startled, half-thrilled little gasp. He strode over to the bed, tossed her on top of it, and swung her legs around brusquely, positioning her for accepting him.
“Oh, you cur!” she cried, eyes flashing in delight.
He spread her legs with his arms and mounted her.
He stared down into those incredible hazel eyes that returned his lusty, smoky, erotic gaze. “Fuck me, you dirty dog!” she said, smiling devilishly, causing her eyes to cross, wrapping her arms and legs around him and giving a throaty laugh. “Fuck me like the rabid cur you are!”
He drew a breath, shoved his cock into her, listened toher groan and yip softly, gently chewing on his shoulder and grinding her heels into his ass, and fucked her long and hard.
When he pulled out of her finally, a half hour later, he thought she was dead. She lay splayed out beneath him like a corpse.
Only, her lovely mouth was spread with a satisfied, half-delirious grin.
She drew a deep breath, causing her breasts to rise, the gold cross wedged sideways between them, and clung to him when he started to draw away from her. She lifted her head and kissed him passionately. She kissed his nose, nibbled it.
Keeping her fingers locked together behind his neck, she said, “Of any of them, I’d like to know who you are.”
He started to open his mouth to speak, but she pressed a finger to his mustache-mantled lips.
“No. There’s no point. No names. Sexier, this way. More mysterious. We’re just a couple of animals who met one night to fuck like dogs in the Grand Hotel in Leadville. Nothing more, nothing less. If we ever meet again, we’ll each walk on past, just two dirty dogs passing in the street. Understand?”
He smiled down at her. Yep, married.
“You’re the boss, lady.”
He kissed her again, swept his eyes over her again from her beautiful head to her long, delicate feet, marveling at her sumptuous, impeccable beauty.
And then he rose from the bed, took a whore’s bath at her washstand while she watched him quietly, lying sideways and naked on the bed, head propped on the heel of her hand. Watching him, she slid a hand around on one of her breasts and slowly caressed one foot with the other.
Like a cat in a window.
He reached for a towel with which to dry himself and paused. Something on her dresser had caught his eye. Beneath a newspaper and an overturned book lay a small,gold-washed, ivory-gripped derringer. A popper very much like the one he carried in his own vest pocket.
He dried himself with the towel, pretending he hadn’t seen the gun. A woman with her beauty and sexual precociousness likely couldn’t be too careful. She probably never really knew whom she was inviting into her room.
Longarm dressed, donned his hat, tipped it at its usual rakish, cavalry-style angle over his left eye, and turned to her. She continued to lay there, naked and beautiful and catlike, her smoky eyes seeming to take in every inch of him.
“Been fun,” he said.
She smiled, flung her hair back from her face, then rested her head on her hand again and rubbed her feet together luxuriously. “I’ll be walking bull-legged for a week,” she said in her sexy, raspy voice.
He walked over to her, bent down, placed one hand on her ass, and kissed her. She returned the kiss, and when he pulled away, she leaned toward him, wrinkling the skin above the bridge of her nose, wanting more.
He grinned down at her, winked. Her pretty face acquired