by Jake Logan
Like any man, Slocum was drawn to her breasts. There was just something captivating about the large, perfectly rounded shape of them capped by the chocolate-colored skin of her nipples. He could almost feel them in his hands just by moving his eyes over the front of her body. With great effort, he shifted his gaze down to the spot where Rob had tried to stab her. Instead of the nasty gaping wound he’d been expecting when he’d first seen her lying on her bed with that knife sticking out of her, Slocum found only a pair of bloody scratch marks emerging from a patch of bandages held in place with a thinner strip of bandages wrapped around her torso. He peeled the dressing back to get a look. “That’s not so bad,” he said.
“Isn’t that what I told you? I think you cut me deeper when you took the knife out than when it was going in.”
“Aw, now I feel bad. Any way I can make it up to you?”
She smirked and slapped his hand away playfully. “You’re being smart with me.”
“Maybe a little.” Slocum’s demeanor shifted as he placed his hands on her hips and drew her in close. “Since you’re doing so well, perhaps we can have us another meal?”
“You mean the same kind of meal that got us kicked out of that other hotel?”
“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your voice down in certain situations.”
“On the contrary,” she sighed. “I believe it is very much your fault. Yours and that sour-faced hotel owner.”
“He was probably jealous of me.” Slocum’s hands wandered down to cup her buttocks, and when he pulled her hips against him, she was plenty eager to grind against the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Their lips met and hers parted so she could slip her tongue into his mouth. Slocum’s heart raced and his erection grew. As it strained against his jeans, Tess moaned in appreciation.
She eased away just enough to get a look at him while reaching down to loosen his belt. “Now that you’ve seen me safely to this town so I can get a look at my late uncle’s property, there’s a new matter of business to settle.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
“I need to repay you for tossing that sack of horse shit out my window.”
“Speaking of which, we may want to get a new room. That window’s still busted.”
Her hands were busy and had already lowered his pants enough to reach between his legs and cup his stiffening manhood. “You really want me to wait?”
“At the very least, seeing as how this is such a fine and upstanding community, we should at least try to keep our voices down.”
Taking that as the challenge it was, Tess smiled widely and lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. She lowered Slocum’s pants the rest of the way down. His cock was stiff as a board when she finally wrapped her lips around it, and her tongue slid along the bottom of his shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. She massaged his legs before reaching up to scratch at his stomach and midsection, sucking him hungrily, moaning as his erection grew to fill her mouth.
Slocum closed his eyes and placed his hands upon the back of her head. Sliding his fingers through her blond hair, he glanced back at the window to see that the light outside had faded to the dark purple of dusk. A shadow had fallen over that side of the building, but for all intents and purposes, the window was nothing more than a square hole in the wall. Not feeling particularly modest at the moment, Slocum shifted his attention back to the warm mouth gliding up and down his cock.
Tess placed her hands gently on either side of his rigid pole as she eased her lips all the way to the tip. Holding it in place, she flicked her tongue on him until Slocum’s knees started to shake.
“What are you trying to do to me?” he gasped.
“Maybe you’ll be the one to scream like a banshee for a change.”
“We’ll see about that.” He didn’t want to tell her how close she was to making him do that very thing, so Slocum gave her another few seconds to do what she was doing before reaching down to grab her arms and ease her to her feet.
“You want me to stop?” she asked in a tone that made it clear she knew the answer well enough.
Slocum didn’t say a word. Instead, he turned her around and began stripping her out of her clothes. She wasn’t wearing much to begin with, but he took his time in easing her skirts down over her hips and peeling her blouse the rest of the way off. Naked and breathing heavily with anticipation, Tess leaned back and reached over one shoulder to feel for Slocum. He was behind her, and when he allowed her probing hand to find his cheek, he pressed himself against her from behind while placing both hands upon her hips.
His cock was still plenty hard and it slid along the curves of her buttocks, all the way down to tease the wetness between her legs. Although he could feel the hot dampness there with a bit of shifting, he didn’t have the proper angle to enter her. That sent a tense chill through his body, but drove Tess absolutely insane. A deep moan emanated from the back of her throat as she spread her legs and arched her back so she could feel him in the spot she so desperately wanted him to go. But Slocum remained on the edge of the Promised Land, teasing her with his thick member.
“You gonna make me beg for it, John?” she whispered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied as his hands eased around the front of her body to cup her breasts. They were warm and heavy in his grasp. The longer he massaged them, the more Tess writhed against his body, grinding her hips as if he was already inside her. He gently pinched her nipples until she gasped and stiffened against his chest.
When Tess reached back and down, Slocum adjusted his footing to allow her to get one hand wrapped around his cock and start stroking. They stood that way for a while, savoring how each other’s bodies felt. She explored every inch of his erection with one hand while Slocum used both of his to rub her breasts and eventually trace a path between them with his fingertips. Her nipples brushed against the palms of his hands, and Tess rested her head back against his shoulder.
Her skin was hot and sweaty. So far, she’d done a good job of keeping her voice down. In the hotel they’d stayed in the night before, she’d been so wild that the manager repeatedly pounded on their door, shouting for them to keep it down so the decent folks could sleep. Slocum grinned as he thought of that, knowing he might be sparking a similar commotion once his hand found the thatch of damp hair between her legs.
Surprisingly enough, Tess didn’t cry out when he eased his fingers through her downy hair to rub the lips of her pussy. A tremble worked its way through her body, which Slocum felt as well. Her hand froze in place halfway along his cock as if she’d forgotten about everything else she’d been doing. Wrapping one arm around her chest to hold her in place, Slocum reached down with the other so he could ease one finger into her.
“Oh yes,” she whispered.
After a bit of that, he moved his finger up along her moist lips to find the sensitive nub just above it. The moment he rubbed her there, Tess’s muscles stiffened and she let out the beginnings of a primal moan. She stopped herself before crying out, even when her body trembled with the arrival of an orgasm. Once the little climax had eased up, she sighed, “Can’t break me, John Slocum.”
“I’m not through yet.” With that, he grabbed her hips in both hands and moved her to the foot of the bed. Placing one hand on her back, he bent her over so he could fit his cock properly between her thighs. His movements were rough and urgent as he finally gave in to the impulses that had been raging from the moment this dance started.
Tess responded to every one of his unspoken commands, allowing herself to be positioned the way he wanted. Grabbing on to the thin metal posts of the bed’s frame, she moved her legs apart to accept every inch of him. The moment his rigid penis parted the lips of her pussy, Tess closed her eyes and moaned gratefully.
It wasn’t until he finally drove all the way into her th
at Slocum realized how badly he’d wanted her. Just looking at Tess was enough to make most men feel a stirring inside them. That feeling only became more powerful after Slocum had gotten his first taste of what she had to offer. No matter how many times he’d bedded her, Slocum still couldn’t get enough.
Every muscle of her body moved in a way to make a man feel good. When he pounded his cock into her from behind, Tess gripped the bed frame and arched her back to give him something damn beautiful to look at. When he grabbed her hips tightly, she wriggled her bottom ever so slightly between his hands. When he fell into a steady, pumping rhythm, she tossed her golden hair back over her shoulders and grunted each time he impaled her.
Slocum reached around to place his fingers against the nub of her clitoris. As he entered her, he also pressed down on that sensitive spot and held his finger in place.
“Oh, that’s not fair,” she said.
“Why not? Don’t you like it?”
“Yes, I . . .” She couldn’t say anything else because he eased up on the pressure so he could rub her clit faster as he pounded into her with heightened urgency.
Tess gripped the bed frame harder and lowered her head as if she was bracing for a crash inside a runaway stagecoach. Her muscles tensed again. Sweat rolled along the smooth curve of her spine. Her breasts swayed in time to Slocum’s thrusts. When he started pulling her toward him while pounding into her, it was almost too much for her to bear.
“That’s it,” he said. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she grunted in a voice that was trembling with restraint. “Don’t stop.”
Until now, Slocum had been wrapped up in the game of trying to get her to make some noise. When he looked down to see the ample curve of her backside and her naked body rocking in time to his rhythm, he didn’t give a damn about any games. Her flesh was warm to the touch and yielded to him naturally. Rather than try to get her to cry out, he listened to the stifled grunts and moans that she couldn’t control. Soon those became more enticing than anything he’d ever heard.
She sighed when he entered her and grunted when she was filled with every inch of his stiff cock. Every now and then, words would escape her lips, telling him to keep fucking her and never stop. He glided between her damp thighs, pounding into her again and again. Slocum gripped her hair in one hand, tugging just enough to pull her head back while driving into her again.
Tess shook with another, more powerful climax, and it wasn’t long before he joined her.
4
The next morning, Slocum awoke feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time. Part of that was because of a night spent with Tess, but another factor was all the fresh air that had drifted in through the room’s broken window. Slocum pulled on his clothes and walked over to the window so he could take a look outside. Tarnish Mills wasn’t much for scenery, but anyplace within the Montana Territory tended to be easy on the eyes.
The high country was only a few miles away, covered with a thick layer of trees and bushes. A trail, currently playing host to a single slow-moving wagon, snaked off to a distant river. All of that and so much more lay sprawled beneath a wide sky that made Slocum feel like an insignificant bump on the world. He nodded slowly while taking it all in. When he turned toward the bed, he got a nice view of Tess’s naked body partially covered by rumpled sheets. That sight brought a smile to his face, but a knock on the door broke his train of thought before he could act on it.
As much as Slocum wanted to ignore the knocking, he decided to open the door if only to make it stop. When he saw who stood in the hallway, he reconsidered the choice he’d made.
“What do you want?” he asked.
The short man standing outside his room reminded Slocum of a giant bleached pumpkin. His body was round and his skin had the tint of someone who wasn’t meant to spend any amount of time in the sun. A stubby neck was wide enough to make it and the head on top of it look like one solid stem protruding from the man’s shoulders. “You need to see the sheriff,” he said.
“Why? Are we being kicked out?”
“No, although I have every right to do so considering the trouble that woman of yours brought. I heard about her from the owner of the hotel across the way. This may be a saloon, Mr. Slocum, but it’s not a brothel.”
“I didn’t pay for what I got last night,” he said with a smile.
The stout man twisted his face into an ugly grimace. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“No. I don’t think I do.”
“It’s about that matter from yesterday. The one involving you and Mr. Bensonn.”
“Who?”
“That gunman you tossed through my window. By the way,” he added, “someone will have to pay for that and it won’t be me.”
Slocum had to blink a few times and look away from his strange little face just to clear his mind. “The sheriff wants to see me about that gunman? I did everything apart from gift wrap the son of a bitch and drop him on the law’s front porch. What more does he want from me?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care. All I do know is that I was asked to deliver the message and it’s proper for me to do so. Some of us,” he stressed while shooting a glance into the room behind Slocum, “still know the meaning of the word proper. Good day to you, sir, and good day to . . . your lady friend. If you want breakfast, it’ll be served in half an hour.” Having said all of that, the pumpkin-shaped man spun around on his heel and stormed back to his patch.
Slocum shut the door, snatched his gun belt off the floor, and buckled it on. Tess remained still until she was shaken by the sudden quake caused by Slocum’s backside dropping onto the edge of the mattress. She rolled onto her side to face him, unmindful of the fact that the sheets had dropped away to expose her naked body.
“What’s all the fuss about?” she muttered while wiping some of the sleep from her eyes.
“I need to see the sheriff,” Slocum told her while he pulled on his boots.
“Is it about you tossing that man through the window?”
“I suppose.”
She propped herself up and drew her hair back away from her face. “Imagine that. What happened to the days when a man could just dump someone out of a building and go about his business?”
“All right, smart aleck. You deal with the saloon’s owner to see about fixing this window.”
“Why me?”
“Because I have to see the sheriff. Apparently, my presence has been requested and it wouldn’t be proper to be late.”
Tess giggled. “At least some of us still know the meaning of that word.”
“So you did hear that?”
“Yes. I was pretending to be asleep so that little man wouldn’t ogle me any more than he already did when I paid for the room.”
“Next time a pretty woman asks me to ride with her through the high country,” Slocum said while placing his hat upon his head, “I’ll know to just keep on walking.”
Tess reclined by arching her back and easing her hands behind her head in a way that made her breasts stand out proudly. “Sure, John Slocum. You just try to do that.”
Knowing when he’d lost an argument, Slocum left the room and stomped out of saloon without another word.
Although he hadn’t had cause to visit the town law before, Slocum had passed the sheriff’s office when he and Tess had arrived in town. He’d noticed the general state of disrepair of the place that day, but the window seemed filthier and the front of the office itself seemed dustier than he’d recalled. As he knocked on the door before entering, Slocum half expected to walk into a deserted room.
There were two desks inside the office, but only one of them had a man behind it. The other looked as if it hadn’t been touched for several years. Stacks of papers, a few boxes, and some old plates were all covered in thick layers of dust. The d
esk that was occupied wasn’t much cleaner. “Howdy,” said a man in his late forties or early fifties. Although he seemed more than capable of getting up from his creaky chair to greet his visitor, he didn’t make a move to do so. He wore frayed suspenders, a shirt that was either dirty white or light brown, and a bowler hat that could very well have been found at the bottom of a garbage pile.
Slocum approached the desk and asked, “Are you the sheriff?”
“Sheriff Roy Cass. That’s me. What can I do for you?”
“I’m John Slocum. I was told you wanted to have a word with me.”
Sheriff Cass considered that for a few seconds. His jaw shifted back and forth, and his face scrunched up as if he was focusing heavily on the cud he was chewing. After a few seconds, his eyebrows snapped to attention and he said, “That’s right! The fellow who tossed that man through a window!”
“Yes,” Slocum replied while taking a look around. There were a few doors at the back of the room, but neither of them seemed sturdy enough for a jail. “Where is he, by the way?”
“Cooling his heels in the smokehouse out back,” Cass said with a lopsided grin. “It’s what passes for a jail around here. Does the job well enough and smells like Christmas supper.”
“Sounds delightful. What do you want from me?”
For a moment, the lawman looked as though he didn’t know what Slocum was talking about. Then he snapped his fingers and reached into one of his desk drawers. “Oh, that! Frankly, I’m surprised you didn’t come to me on your own. Hope you didn’t think it was anything sinister.”
“Normally being summoned by a lawman either means you’re in trouble or you’ll be asked to do something. I’m not really in the mood for either.”
“How about cash?” the sheriff asked as he set a small metal box onto his desk, opened it, and started counting out bills.