breast.
Longarm could catch only a glimpse of the precious orb in the dim light and through the thin, jostling screen of her hair, but what he saw prodded his loins with a sharp, invisible knife. As she dipped her other hand in the water and brought it up to rub the cool, refreshing liquid across her other breast, she straightened her back and lifted her chin.
Her hair slid back slightly to hang straight down her sides, nearly to her belly, completely exposing her breasts that stood up proudly against her chest. They were slightly oblong and firm, with large, alluringly dark areolas and red-brown nipples that appeared slightly distended and pointed a little to each side.
Magpie lifted her chin higher, crossing her arms on her chest and cupping her breasts in each hand. She rolled the nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and gave a barely audible groan.
Longarm heard a grunt rise up from around the hard knot in his throat. The girl dropped her chin quickly to stare across the water at him, flattening her hands out on her breasts, covering them. Longarm squeezed his eyes closed and tensed.
He pricked his ears, listening.
Had she heard him grunt?
He lay there, his senses attuned, keeping both eyes squeezed shut. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. From across the spring pool he heard a faint rustling sound, as though the girl was covering herself. He heard the faint crackling of her moccasins on the sand around the pool.
The crackling grew louder.
Then it stopped.
Longarm sensed the girl standing over him. Feigning sleep, he kept his face muscles relaxed beneath the hat and tried very hard to keep his breaths long and even.
âYou damn fool,â his more mature self silently scolded the devilish child inside him.
He steeled himself to receive a kick. None came. He felt the skin above the bridge of his nose furrow, and he was about to open his eyes, but then he kept them closed when he felt a cool drop of water land on his closed lips. Another cool drop landed on the tip of his nose.
Water from the girlâs hair, no doubt.
The notion caused his trouser snake to stir in its lair, but he kept his eyes closed despite his nearly overwhelming desire to open them and see just what in the hell she was doing up there.
At the same time he remembered War Cloudâs admonition to stay away from her unless he wanted his dick to turn black and fall off. Longarm hadnât taken the warning literally, but part of him couldnât help wondering about it just enough to make Magpie all the more alluring.
All the more alluring for being forbidding.
When he heard the soft crackling of sand again, he opened his eye. She was walking away from him. She sat down by her gear about ten feet to his right, and crossed her legs Indian-fashion, and began plaiting her hair. Her blouse was buttoned, and sheâd drawn her dress up to her shoulders.
She looked at him, and he thought he saw a smug little smile quirk her lips that were normally a knife slash across her beautiful face. Longarm reached up and shoved his hat back off his forehead. He sat up with a grunt, as though just waking.
âOh, you up, Magpie?â he said, stretching.
The girl said nothing. She merely continued to braid her hair while watching him blandly though with what he detected as a knowing light in her molasses-dark, almond-shaped eyes.
âShoulda woke me,â Longarm told the girl, seeing the half-moon angling up over the toothy ridges silhouetted against the soft, spruce-green, southeastern sky. He reached over to his left and nudged War Cloud, still snoring beneath his black, felt, bullet-crowned hat.
âCome on, amigo. Rise anâ shineâweâre burninâ moonlight.â
Several hours later, not long before dawn, they were following an old freight road through the broad, greasewood stippled valley between the Chiricahua Mountains on the left and the Dragoons on the right. War Cloud drew back on the reins of
Longarm could catch only a glimpse of the precious orb in the dim light and through the thin, jostling screen of her hair, but what he saw prodded his loins with a sharp, invisible knife. As she dipped her other hand in the water and brought it up to rub the cool, refreshing liquid across her other breast, she straightened her back and lifted her chin.
Her hair slid back slightly to hang straight down her sides, nearly to her belly, completely exposing her breasts that stood up proudly against her chest. They were slightly oblong and firm, with large, alluringly dark areolas and red-brown nipples that appeared slightly distended and pointed a little to each side.
Magpie lifted her chin higher, crossing her arms on her chest and cupping her breasts in each hand. She rolled the nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, and gave a barely audible groan.
Longarm heard a grunt rise up from around the hard knot in his throat. The girl dropped her chin quickly to stare across the water at him, flattening her hands out on her breasts, covering them. Longarm squeezed his eyes closed and tensed.
He pricked his ears, listening.
Had she heard him grunt?
He lay there, his senses attuned, keeping both eyes squeezed shut. His cheeks burned with embarrassment. From across the spring pool he heard a faint rustling sound, as though the girl was covering herself. He heard the faint crackling of her moccasins on the sand around the pool.
The crackling grew louder.
Then it stopped.
Longarm sensed the girl standing over him. Feigning sleep, he kept his face muscles relaxed beneath the hat and tried very hard to keep his breaths long and even.
âYou damn fool,â his more mature self silently scolded the devilish child inside him.
He steeled himself to receive a kick. None came. He felt the skin above the bridge of his nose furrow, and he was about to open his eyes, but then he kept them closed when he felt a cool drop of water land on his closed lips. Another cool drop landed on the tip of his nose.
Water from the girlâs hair, no doubt.
The notion caused his trouser snake to stir in its lair, but he kept his eyes closed despite his nearly overwhelming desire to open them and see just what in the hell she was doing up there.
At the same time he remembered War Cloudâs admonition to stay away from her unless he wanted his dick to turn black and fall off. Longarm hadnât taken the warning literally, but part of him couldnât help wondering about it just enough to make Magpie all the more alluring.
All the more alluring for being forbidding.
When he heard the soft crackling of sand again, he opened his eye. She was walking away from him. She sat down by her gear about ten feet to his right, and crossed her legs Indian-fashion, and began plaiting her hair. Her blouse was buttoned, and sheâd drawn her dress up to her shoulders.
She looked at him, and he thought he saw a smug little smile quirk her lips that were normally a knife slash across her beautiful face. Longarm reached up and shoved his hat back off his forehead. He sat up with a grunt, as though just waking.
âOh, you up, Magpie?â he said, stretching.
The girl said nothing. She merely continued to braid her hair while watching him blandly though with what he detected as a knowing light in her molasses-dark, almond-shaped eyes.
âShoulda woke me,â Longarm told the girl, seeing the half-moon angling up over the toothy ridges silhouetted against the soft, spruce-green, southeastern sky. He reached over to his left and nudged War Cloud, still snoring beneath his black, felt, bullet-crowned hat.
âCome on, amigo. Rise anâ shineâweâre burninâ moonlight.â
Several hours later, not long before dawn, they were following an old freight road through the broad, greasewood stippled valley between the Chiricahua Mountains on the left and the Dragoons on the right. War Cloud drew back on the reins of
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