you’ve even collected a successful preacher or two.”
She laughed coarsely, and her hand encircled his waist as she pressed her hips hard against his own. “Marshal Long, you really do understand me.”
“I understand that you collect all the wrong kinds of men for all the wrong reasons.”
“Maybe that’s about to change,” she said a moment before she kissed him wetly.
Longarm knew it was crazy to mix business and pleasure—and he sure didn’t want to be added to Diana’s collection—but this woman made his senses reel and his manhood throb with desire. That being the case, he pulled her coat off and then undressed her as Diana began to moan and fumble with the buttons of his pants.
When Diana’s dress and then her underclothes fell to her ankles, Longarm whispered, “Why don’t we try the governor’s plush velvet couch?”
“We’ll like it,” she murmured as Longarm’s mouth found her small but firm breasts. He laved each one with his tongue until Diana’s nipples were hard and round.
Diana groaned with pleasure and at last had her hands on his manhood which she began to stroke lightly. Longarm unbuckled his cartridge belt and let it and his holstered gun drop to the richly carpeted floor. The coach was swaying and his senses were reeling, but Longarm planted his feet wide and let the woman drop his pants.
“If we lose our balance and fall with our clothes draped around our ankles, we’ll both break our necks,” Diana giggled.
Longarm was of the same opinion. He pulled back and sat down heavily on the couch, tearing off his boots, pants, and underclothes.
“My, my!” Diana said, staring at his thick and stiff manhood even as she kicked off the last traces of her underclothing and fell back on the opposite couch. “I think we are going to have a real fun trip to Cheyenne.”
“Too bad it isn’t farther,” Longarm said as he rushed across the coach and eagerly mounted the woman.
Diana giggled and wrapped her long, lovely legs around his back. Her pretty face assumed a dreamy expression as she closed her eyes and then bit her lower lip before saying, “Please, don’t start humping me yet.”
Longarm, who had already enjoyed giving the woman several strong thrusts, paused and said, “What?”
“Just let the rocking of the train drive us both slowly insane,” she explained. “Marshal, I swear that is the most heavenly way.”
“It could take an hour.”
She opened her green eyes and stroked his bare buttocks. “We’ve got plenty of time, lawman, so just hold your fire. Please?”
“I’ll try, but no promises.”
And right about then, either the train started going over some rough track or Longarm started imagining sensations, because what happened over the next hour was like the slow buildup and then the eruption of twin volcanos. Still far, far south of the Wyoming border, both Longarm and Diana lost control and began to thrust about wildly until their juices flowed like hot lava and they roared back at the storm, clutching and slamming against each other until they slipped off the governor’s couch and sprawled on the deep carpet.
“What did I tell you?” she said, kissing his face.
“You perfected this with Governor Ganzel?”
“Uh-huh. Correction. I only thought we had perfected it until now.”
“It was good, huh?”
“Oh, yes,” Diana sighed. “And the best part is that we still have hours and hours before reaching Cheyenne.”
Longarm heard a huge clap of lightning and the roll of prairie thunder. “Diana, up in the locomotive, some poor engineer and coal tender are freezing and trying to stay dry. But back here we’re living out a fantasy. All the good liquor we want, two soft velvet couches to mess up a little … and each other.”
“The last part is the best part,” she said, tracing a puckered scar on his left shoulder. “What happened here?”
“Bullet.” He climbed off her and she stood up too, tall, slender, and desirable.
“And here,” she said, tracing a nasty scar across his ribs.
“Knife fight.”
“What about down here,” Diana said, her eyes lowering to his stiff, tumescent manhood which she took in her hands. “Any scars?”
“I don’t know,” he said with amusement. “It’s hard used and worn some, but can’t remember any wounds.”
“I’d better check and see for sure,” Diana told him as she dropped down to her knees.
Longarm sighed and stroked her lovely hair. “Honey,” he said, “you can just check it out all you like.”
Diana giggled. “I’m a wicked, wicked girl, remember? And I do like.”
Longarm closed his eyes and let her enjoy herself all she wanted.
Chapter 4
It was dark and still pouring rain when Longarm and Diana Frank reached Cheyenne and ducked into the train station, where they were immediately surrounded by four federal agents, none of whom Longarm recognized.
