her one bit.
Still in her blue funk, she had to force down the delicious meal,
only because she was starving and another day on the trail would
leave her belly craving for something besides beans and jerky.
She paced. If only she were a man.
But if you were, you would
never have tasted his sweet lips , reminded
her conscience.
Recalling his mouth, her
insides inflamed but it wasn’t from rage. She sat on the bed and
gazed somberly down at her feet. Why had
he left her alone? Where was he? And why
are you caring? she asked herself. She had
a sensation as if something creepy crawled into her
stomach.
I bet he’s with a whore and
you sent him there , her inner voice
chided.
Don’t make me no
nevermind , she sniffled.
Filled with self-pity, she curled up into a
ball. “I don’t care,” she told her pillow, then punched her
frustrations into it.”
Why did she even bother to
fight with her conscience? He’s only an arrogant cowboy, she reasoned.
A handsome, arrogant cowboy to boot!
She refused to argue with herself further and
fell asleep crying.
SEVEN
After Blake had shut the door, he heard her
swearing and something thump against the barrier. He sorely wanted
to kiss her, but with the bed behind her he wouldn’t stop with just
a kiss. He hoped she hadn’t seen the effect she was having on him.
That imp was a handful and right now he wanted his hands full of
that body that was driving him crazy. In her undressed state, he
didn’t want to stay there any longer than necessary.
He recalled last night when he lay next to
Casey. Her sigh punctured the stillness and he felt her slight
tremble. Believing it was due to the proximity of their bodies, he
loosed an oath regretting his promise. But comforting her was not
in the agreement and he pulled her closer, hearing her gasp. His
arrogance mistook her gasp for pleasure and her womanly scent
filled his nostrils making the heat of passion collect in his
loins. He ached to confess the truth to her that her brother was in
no real danger. Not only had he turned into a liar but again
developed a yellow streak when it came to a woman.
Remember this isn’t the
time to fall in love. Keep your thoughts out of your pants, he had warned
himself. Disgusted for losing control like an inexperienced
teenager, Blake had quickly un-spooned himself and turn onto his
back.
Tonight he’ll get a descent’s night
sleep.
Whistling, he visited the barber shop for a
bath and shave. He got himself a decent meal, and then strolled to
the general store where he purchased breeches and a shirt for the
little snit. Leaving the package at the hotel desk, he moseyed over
to the saloon to join in a card game. He needed a drink. Maybe two.
Whiskey’s cheap and warm. Later, he’d visit a prostitute, also
cheap and warm. Yes, tonight he would sleep very well.
Blake’s gaze roamed the room the moment he
entered The Golden Horseshoe. It was mid-afternoon and all the
tables were full so he seated himself with two wranglers. A pretty
redhead gave him a sensuous smile and a come-hither look. She
shifted her ample breasts and then tugged on her bodice to show
more cleavage. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted to
service him tonight. The prostitute watched him sit and light a
cheroot he purchased from the bartender. With a big drag, he
brought it to life and the swirling smoke circled his head, then
blended in with other cigar and cigarette smoke that thickened the
air. The saloon was filled with the offensive smoke, but he was
accustomed to unwashed bodies and stale ale whenever he visited
these establishments. Sashaying over, the whore bent low in order
to give him an eye full. He knew he smelled clean, compared to her
usual Johns.
“Can I get you a drink, cowboy? Or anything
else you desire,” she purred, licking her painted lips
provocatively. “I’m Lulu.”
Blake looked into hazel
eyes and at large breasts. The redhead was pretty, if you overlook
the heavy make-up.
Still in her blue funk, she had to force down the delicious meal,
only because she was starving and another day on the trail would
leave her belly craving for something besides beans and jerky.
She paced. If only she were a man.
But if you were, you would
never have tasted his sweet lips , reminded
her conscience.
Recalling his mouth, her
insides inflamed but it wasn’t from rage. She sat on the bed and
gazed somberly down at her feet. Why had
he left her alone? Where was he? And why
are you caring? she asked herself. She had
a sensation as if something creepy crawled into her
stomach.
I bet he’s with a whore and
you sent him there , her inner voice
chided.
Don’t make me no
nevermind , she sniffled.
Filled with self-pity, she curled up into a
ball. “I don’t care,” she told her pillow, then punched her
frustrations into it.”
Why did she even bother to
fight with her conscience? He’s only an arrogant cowboy, she reasoned.
A handsome, arrogant cowboy to boot!
She refused to argue with herself further and
fell asleep crying.
SEVEN
After Blake had shut the door, he heard her
swearing and something thump against the barrier. He sorely wanted
to kiss her, but with the bed behind her he wouldn’t stop with just
a kiss. He hoped she hadn’t seen the effect she was having on him.
That imp was a handful and right now he wanted his hands full of
that body that was driving him crazy. In her undressed state, he
didn’t want to stay there any longer than necessary.
He recalled last night when he lay next to
Casey. Her sigh punctured the stillness and he felt her slight
tremble. Believing it was due to the proximity of their bodies, he
loosed an oath regretting his promise. But comforting her was not
in the agreement and he pulled her closer, hearing her gasp. His
arrogance mistook her gasp for pleasure and her womanly scent
filled his nostrils making the heat of passion collect in his
loins. He ached to confess the truth to her that her brother was in
no real danger. Not only had he turned into a liar but again
developed a yellow streak when it came to a woman.
Remember this isn’t the
time to fall in love. Keep your thoughts out of your pants, he had warned
himself. Disgusted for losing control like an inexperienced
teenager, Blake had quickly un-spooned himself and turn onto his
back.
Tonight he’ll get a descent’s night
sleep.
Whistling, he visited the barber shop for a
bath and shave. He got himself a decent meal, and then strolled to
the general store where he purchased breeches and a shirt for the
little snit. Leaving the package at the hotel desk, he moseyed over
to the saloon to join in a card game. He needed a drink. Maybe two.
Whiskey’s cheap and warm. Later, he’d visit a prostitute, also
cheap and warm. Yes, tonight he would sleep very well.
Blake’s gaze roamed the room the moment he
entered The Golden Horseshoe. It was mid-afternoon and all the
tables were full so he seated himself with two wranglers. A pretty
redhead gave him a sensuous smile and a come-hither look. She
shifted her ample breasts and then tugged on her bodice to show
more cleavage. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted to
service him tonight. The prostitute watched him sit and light a
cheroot he purchased from the bartender. With a big drag, he
brought it to life and the swirling smoke circled his head, then
blended in with other cigar and cigarette smoke that thickened the
air. The saloon was filled with the offensive smoke, but he was
accustomed to unwashed bodies and stale ale whenever he visited
these establishments. Sashaying over, the whore bent low in order
to give him an eye full. He knew he smelled clean, compared to her
usual Johns.
“Can I get you a drink, cowboy? Or anything
else you desire,” she purred, licking her painted lips
provocatively. “I’m Lulu.”
Blake looked into hazel
eyes and at large breasts. The redhead was pretty, if you overlook
the heavy make-up.
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