sending each other messages across the room.”
“We were,” Clint said. “Come in.”
He backed away from the door to admit her, once again returned his gun to his holster.
“What made you think you’d need that?” she asked. “You must have known I was coming.”
“But how did I know you’d come alone?”
“Oh, handsome,” she said, “I wouldn’t want to share you with anybody. Besides, the only other person I might have brought was Letty, and isn’t she across the hall with your big black friend?”
“I suppose she is.”
“Want to go and listen at the door?”
“No, thanks,” Clint said. “He may have kicked her out.”
“I haven’t met a man yet who would kick her out of bed.”
She dropped her shawl to the floor. She was still wearing her saloon dress, cut low to reveal creamy shoulders and lots of equally creamy breast.
“Or me,” she added.
“I can believe that.”
“What?” she asked with a smirk.
“What you just said.”
“I want to hear you say it, handsome.”
“I can believe that no man has ever kicked you out of bed.”
“Show me,” she said. “Show me how you believe it.”
He walked to the door.
“Are you leaving?” she asked. “Have I frightened you away?”
“No,” he said. “I just want to make sure the door is locked.”
He turned the key and locked it, then pressed on the door. It wasn’t a good one. One good kick would splinter it open.
“Are we ready?” she asked.
He turned, saw her standing there with her dress down around her ankles.
“You are,” he said.
She put her hands on her hips and said, “I’ll wait.”
TWENTY
In the lobby the bartender entered with three other men from the saloon.
“What are you doin’ here?” his brother, the desk clerk, asked.
“Did that big black bastard with the badge check in?” the bartender asked.
“Yeah, he’s in room five,” the desk clerk said. “His friend is in six.”
“Bass Reeves, right?” the bartender asked.
“That’s right.”
“Well, get your gun,” the bartender said. “That black bastard made a fool of me and I ain’t about to stand for it.”
“What about his friend?” the desk clerk asked.
“I don’t care about the friend,” the bartender insisted.
“I think you better care about him.”
“Why?”
His brother reversed the register and said, “Look for yourself.”
The bartender read the name on the register, then turned to the three men with him.
“We’re gonna need more guns.”
While Clint undressed slowly, he asked, “What’s your name?”
“Julie.”
“Don’t you have any men in town you like, Julie?” he asked.
“It’s the fact that you’re a stranger that makes you appeal to me,” she said. “When we’re done, you’ll leave town, and I won’t have to deal with you.”
“That sounds like something a man would say,” he commented.
“Men aren’t so wrong about everything,” she told him. “Just most things. Ooh.”
She said “ooh” when he dropped his pants and underwear and she saw his cock, already coming to life.
She came to him on strong legs, her thighs as juicy and rounded as her breasts, and took hold of him, stroking him. He reached behind to grab her buttocks, found them as full as the rest of her. The woman was perfectly built for bouncing around on a bed. He just wished they had a better bed to bounce around on.
And a better town to do it in.
But before they got to the bed, she fell to her knees before him and took him into her mouth, sucking him avidly, wetly.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, as if actually speaking to his cock. “You’re so beautiful.”
She took him in, wet him fully, and then slid him out, stroking him with her hand.
Clint had backed them toward the bed, meaning to put her on it, but also so he’d be closer to his gun.
Just in case…
The bartender and the desk clerk were brothers, Mike and Mark McCall. They had three men each following them up the stairs, so the
“We were,” Clint said. “Come in.”
He backed away from the door to admit her, once again returned his gun to his holster.
“What made you think you’d need that?” she asked. “You must have known I was coming.”
“But how did I know you’d come alone?”
“Oh, handsome,” she said, “I wouldn’t want to share you with anybody. Besides, the only other person I might have brought was Letty, and isn’t she across the hall with your big black friend?”
“I suppose she is.”
“Want to go and listen at the door?”
“No, thanks,” Clint said. “He may have kicked her out.”
“I haven’t met a man yet who would kick her out of bed.”
She dropped her shawl to the floor. She was still wearing her saloon dress, cut low to reveal creamy shoulders and lots of equally creamy breast.
“Or me,” she added.
“I can believe that.”
“What?” she asked with a smirk.
“What you just said.”
“I want to hear you say it, handsome.”
“I can believe that no man has ever kicked you out of bed.”
“Show me,” she said. “Show me how you believe it.”
He walked to the door.
“Are you leaving?” she asked. “Have I frightened you away?”
“No,” he said. “I just want to make sure the door is locked.”
He turned the key and locked it, then pressed on the door. It wasn’t a good one. One good kick would splinter it open.
“Are we ready?” she asked.
He turned, saw her standing there with her dress down around her ankles.
“You are,” he said.
She put her hands on her hips and said, “I’ll wait.”
TWENTY
In the lobby the bartender entered with three other men from the saloon.
“What are you doin’ here?” his brother, the desk clerk, asked.
“Did that big black bastard with the badge check in?” the bartender asked.
“Yeah, he’s in room five,” the desk clerk said. “His friend is in six.”
“Bass Reeves, right?” the bartender asked.
“That’s right.”
“Well, get your gun,” the bartender said. “That black bastard made a fool of me and I ain’t about to stand for it.”
“What about his friend?” the desk clerk asked.
“I don’t care about the friend,” the bartender insisted.
“I think you better care about him.”
“Why?”
His brother reversed the register and said, “Look for yourself.”
The bartender read the name on the register, then turned to the three men with him.
“We’re gonna need more guns.”
While Clint undressed slowly, he asked, “What’s your name?”
“Julie.”
“Don’t you have any men in town you like, Julie?” he asked.
“It’s the fact that you’re a stranger that makes you appeal to me,” she said. “When we’re done, you’ll leave town, and I won’t have to deal with you.”
“That sounds like something a man would say,” he commented.
“Men aren’t so wrong about everything,” she told him. “Just most things. Ooh.”
She said “ooh” when he dropped his pants and underwear and she saw his cock, already coming to life.
She came to him on strong legs, her thighs as juicy and rounded as her breasts, and took hold of him, stroking him. He reached behind to grab her buttocks, found them as full as the rest of her. The woman was perfectly built for bouncing around on a bed. He just wished they had a better bed to bounce around on.
And a better town to do it in.
But before they got to the bed, she fell to her knees before him and took him into her mouth, sucking him avidly, wetly.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, as if actually speaking to his cock. “You’re so beautiful.”
She took him in, wet him fully, and then slid him out, stroking him with her hand.
Clint had backed them toward the bed, meaning to put her on it, but also so he’d be closer to his gun.
Just in case…
The bartender and the desk clerk were brothers, Mike and Mark McCall. They had three men each following them up the stairs, so the
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