Town of Two Women (9781101612125) by J.r. Roberts Page B

walked to the door naked and opened it.
    Angela Locksley looked down at his rigid penis, still glistening with Annie’s saliva, and said, “I’m not impressed.”
    Tolbert looked down at himself and said, “You’re a hard woman, Mrs. Locksley.”
    â€œI have work for you,” she said. “Finish up in here and meet me downstairs.”
    â€œFinish up quick?” he asked. “Or take my time?”
    â€œSomewhere in between, Tolbert,” she said. “I may be hard, but I’m not heartless. Let the young lady do her job.”
    She looked past him at Annie, who was still stretching. Something in Angela’s eyes excited Tolbert. She reached down, ran the tip of her finger along the underside of his penis, then put it to her lips and licked it. With that, she turned and walked down the hall.
    Tolbert closed the door and went back to Annie.
    â€œGet on the bed,” he ordered.
    She pouted.
    â€œI wasn’t done.”
    â€œOn the bed!”
    She shrugged, got on the bed on her back, and made herself comfortable. Annie spread her legs, but when he climbed on the bed, he spread them even more and brutally stabbed his cock deep into her.
    â€œOh, yeah, baby!” she cried. He started to fuck her hard, thinking about the lady in the hall.
    â€œWow,” Annie said, “somebody sure got you all worked up.”
    He slid his hands beneath her and cupped her slender ass. She wrapped her long, slim legs around his waist. He hammered her that way, and she moved with him until she felt him grow taut, and then he cried out, exploding inside her.
    â€œOoooh, yeaaaah,” he bellowed, and continued to stab at her until she had milked him dry.
    *   *   *
    She watched him as he got dressed. He was a big man who looked like he had been built out of stone. Carved, she thought, carved out of stone.
    â€œSo when the lady calls, you run?” she asked.
    â€œShe’s got the money,” he said.
    â€œWhat about her husband?”
    â€œWhat about him?” He strapped on his gun.
    â€œDo you take his money, too?”
    â€œI take anybody’s money,” he said. “I’m like you, Annie.”
    â€œLike me?” She frowned. “How are you like me?”
    He smiled and said, “I’m a whore, too.”
    He started for the door.
    â€œAnd the lady?” she asked. “Is she a whore, too?”
    â€œAren’t all women?”
    â€œHave you been with her?”
    â€œNo,” he said.
    â€œI had the feeling she wanted to join us.”
    â€œI don’t mix business with pleasure,” he told her.
    â€œThen you’re not like me,” she said, “because I do.”

TWENTY
    Angela Locksley was waiting in a private room on the first floor. The madam, Lotta, worked for her and kept that room for her.
    â€œIn there,” Lotta said as Tolbert came down.
    Tolbert nodded, went to the door, and entered without knocking.
    Angela turned to look at him, a glass of wine in her hand.
    â€œA drink?” she asked.
    â€œNot that stuff.”
    â€œI have whiskey.”
    â€œSure.”
    She turned back to the sideboard, poured him a glass of whiskey, and took it across the room to him.
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œDo you know who Clint Adams is?” she asked.
    â€œThe Gunsmith,” Tolbert said. “What about him?”
    â€œWhat do you know about him?” She walked across the room. It was well furnished with a plush sofa, two matching armchairs, and several tables.
    â€œHe’s a legend,” Tolbert said. “Like Hickok.”
    â€œHickok is dead,” she said.
    â€œThe Gunsmith can die, too.”
    She turned to look at him.
    â€œCan you do it?” she asked. “Can you kill the Gunsmith?”
    â€œI can.”
    â€œIn a fair fight?”
    â€œDo you want it to be a fair fight?”
    â€œI don’t care,” she said. “I just want him