Of course, he added to himself, that might not necessarily be a good thing.
As it turned out, less than half an hour later, the door was unlocked and opened again. This time Deke stood there, his gun out, accompanied by several guards. “All right, Coffin, come out of there,” he snapped.
Both Coffin and Longarm stood up. Deke’s gun swung over to point at Longarm. “Not you,” said the outlaw. “Just Coffin.”
The two lawmen exchanged a glance. Neither of them knew what this development meant. The outlaws might be taking Coffin out to shoot him. On the other hand, splitting them up like this could mean that Longarm would be the first to die. There was no way of knowing.
But Coffin stuck his hand out anyway. “Good workin’ with you, Long,” he said. “Maybe we’ll get a chance to do it again sometime.”
“Sure,” Longarm agreed easily as he shook hands with the big man.
“Vaya con Dios, Coffin.”
“Come on, come on,” Deke said disgustedly. “I ain’t got all day.”
Coffin gave Longarm a grin and stepped out of the smokehouse. Longarm watched as the guards began marching him toward the house. Then Deke slammed the door, and semidarkness closed in around Longarm once more.
It didn’t last long. A little later, as he was sitting against the rear wall again, he heard footsteps pause outside the smokehouse. When a key rattled in the lock, he squinted his eyes against the glare he knew would fall through the entrance when the door was opened. Sure enough, the door swung back and a figure stood there, starkly silhouetted against the brilliance of the sun.
Only one person in this outlaw stronghold had a shape like that, Longarm thought.
Sonia stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind her. Longarm’s eyes had already started to adjust to the glare, and for a moment he couldn’t see her clearly. Then, as his vision returned to its usual sharpness, he could make out the white shirt she wore and the denim trousers that snugly hugged her hips and thighs. “Been riding?” he asked.
“Not yet,” she said as she came closer to him.
“I came to see you, Custis, to make sure that you are being treated well.”
Sonia looked and sounded slightly impatient as she said, “He is in the house with Deke and some of the other men. He has not been harmed, Custis. Do not worry about him.”
Longarm shook his head. “I don’t understand. What was the point of splitting us up?”
Sonia’s hands went to the buttons of her shirt. “I did not think you would like to make love to me with the Ranger watching. Of course, if you prefer it that way, I do not mind. It would not be the first time I have made love with people watching.” She spread the shirt open, revealing her large, coral-tipped breasts.
Despite his anger at Sonia and the entire situation, Longarm felt a quickening in his groin at the sight of her body. Still not getting up, he said, “You risked coming in here alone with me just so we could fool around a mite?”
“There is no risk,” she said casually. “Inside the house, so that they cannot hear what we do, are four men with rifles trained on the door of this smokehouse. If anyone other than myself opens that door, they will open fire. So you see, Custis, no matter what you do to me, you still cannot escape.” She gave him a sultry smile. “So you might as well do something that we will both enjoy, no?”
She took the shirt all the way off and dropped it at her feet. Her hands went to her breasts, cupping and kneading them, caressing them as a lover would. As her thumbs stroked the erect nipples, her hips began to sway enticingly back and forth.
Longarm’s throat was dry, and his breath seemed to clog inside it. He knew now the kind of woman Sonia was, knew that she was thick as thieves, so to speak, with these outlaws. She had used him, then been responsible for him and Coffin winding up in this death trap. But she was still one hell of a woman, and God help him, he wanted her.
She reached down to her waist, unfastened the trousers, pushed them down over her hips. She wore nothing under them, and Longarm saw beads of moisture sparkling in the thick triangle of dark hair between her thighs. Sonia kicked her boots off, then the pants, and stood completely naked before Longarm. Parting her legs slightly, she reached between them with her right hand and began stroking herself. After a moment, as her breathing became harder and harsher in her throat, she lowered herself into a crouch. With her legs spread wide as she balanced on her heels, Longarm could see plainly as she plunged her middle finger into the folds of female flesh.
“You could do this ... much better, Custis,” she said breathlessly.
Longarm had a difficult time getting the words out, but he managed to say, “I thought you liked it when folks watched YOU.”
She closed her eyes and began stroking and thrusting harder, pumping her hips back and forth with wanton abandon. Longarm’s manhood was like a thick length of iron bar by now. Sensation throbbed through it as he watched Sonia bring herself closer and closer to a climax.
Suddenly, she threw herself forward at him. Longarm grabbed her, pulling her against him so that his mouth could crash against hers. Her fingers, still wet with her own juices, fumbled desperately with his belt and the buttons of his trousers. There was no gentleness here, only raw, naked need. Longarm lifted his hips enough for her to push his trousers and long underwear down, and as his fully erect shaft bobbed up, Sonia impaled herself on it without hesitation. She clasped her thighs tightly around his hips and stuck her tongue deep in his mouth as she began rocking back and forth, her channel filled with him.
Longarm thrust up from beneath her. His left hand cupped her right breast while his right reached around behind her to squeeze the cheeks of her bottom. Sonia moaned as she bounced up and down wildly on him. It was all Longarm could do to make sure he remained deeply socketed inside her.
The end came quickly, as he knew it would. With one final thrust, he began to spew his seed in her, even as
