“Wrong.”
“Really?”
“Maybe a couple of hundred,” he said teasingly, “but probably not a thousand. Although …”
She splashed water in his face. “You’re awful!”
“No, I’m not,” he said, leaning forward and cupping one of her splendid breasts in his hand and then rubbing its nipple until it grew hard. “And you’re going to find that out very, very soon.”
“Let’s wash up quick and get to it,” she breathed. “I’ve waited too long.” Longarm was of the same strong opinion. They washed, and then they did a lousy job of drying themselves before jumping into the bed. Longarm took her warm, wet body into his arms and began to kiss her sweetly. He was really going to take his time with Megan. He was going to be so slow that she’d moan with desire before he gently entered her and then stirred her passions until she howled with pleasure.
“Hun-y,” she breathed, legs opening wide. “Put it in now.”
“Soon,” he promised, fingers slipping down her smooth, wet belly to sink into the mound of her passion.
Megan’s back arched and she moaned as his finger gently stroked her most private places. And later, when her heels were raking the silk sheets and Longarm wanted her so bad that his teeth ached and his balls felt as big as balloons, he mounted his Reno virgin. She gasped, and then grabbed his hard buttock and pulled him deeply inside her. “You feel like a log inside of me. A big, hot log!”
“Does it hurt?” he asked anxiously.
“Not anymore,” she panted, filling his mouth with her tongue even as her legs began to shake and his body began moving over her until they were both lost in a vast, roiling ocean of passion.
Chapter 6
“Are you sure that you want to go along?” Longarm asked. “Marshal Kane can be pretty irascible at times.”
“Are you kidding?” Megan asked. “Why would I ever want to miss the chance to meet the legend? Besides, he knows and respects my father. I expect that Marshal Kane will behave like a gentleman.”
“I hope so,” Longarm said. “But Ivan Kane has always been unpredictable, and that’s one of the reasons that he’s been able to survive in his profession so long. And frankly, it’s also a quality that has caused a lot of people to question his stability.”
“Let’s go,” she said, kissing Longarm on the cheek. “The sooner we meet him and figure out what is the problem, the sooner we can return to our bed and breed some more.”
Longarm winced. “We don’t call it breeding, Megan.”
“But that’s what it is,” Megan said.
“Yes,” Longarm had to agree, “but horses breed. People make love.”
Megan’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “All right, Mr. Know-It-All, what if you just want to breed and you’re not the least bit in love?”
Longarm pretended shock. “I may have ruined you, Megan. At the very least, I expect that you’ll never be quite the same gal again.”
“You’re right,” she said. “And given the way my father acts whenever a man even smiles at me, it’s going to be hard to find anyone to replace you, Custis.”
“Would he really shoot ‘em?” Custis could not forget the solemnity of Wild Bill’s grave warning.
“You bet he would,” Megan replied. “And tell me this. Is my father the reason why you registered us at the U.S. Hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Jefferson?”
“Yep. If your father unexpectedly shows up and can’t find my name on a hotel register, it might give us time to book separate rooms in another hotel.”
“And here I thought you were just being silly.”
“Uh-uh,” Longarm said. “There’d be nothing silly about it if your father showed up all of a sudden and found us in bed together.”
Megan’s smile faded and her expression became serious. “Father is going to have to realize sooner or later that I’ve become a woman. It might as well happen now and with you, Custis.”
“Don’t say that,” Longarm advised. “At least wait until I’m on the train to Denver before you tell him what went on between us here in Bodie.”
“All right,” Megan promised, taking his arm. “Now let’s go meet Ivan Kane.”
Longarm headed out the door, and they walked arm and arm down the hallway and the stairs and across the lobby.
“Good morning, Mr. Jefferson, Mrs. Jefferson!” the desk clerk called in cheery greeting.
“Good morning,” Longarm responded on his way out. Marshal Ivan Kane’s office was on Main Street, right next to Stillwell’s Emporium. As they were walking by the emporium, Megan saw a new and intricately carved saddle in the window which she paused to admire. “Nice workmanship, isn’t it?”
“Sure,” Longarm said distractedly. “Come on, let’s get this meeting over with.”
But Megan was leaning up against the window. “There’s a saddle shop in there and I can see the man at work.”
“Forget about saddles.”
