without turning.
He closed the door behind him and said, “I hope all the explosions aren’t keeping you up.”
She spun around, beaming. “Skye!”
A moment later she was in his arms, kissing him hard and fast. Just about the time he was hoping that her kissing him would never end, it did. She held him at arm’s length and said, “Now what have you been up to? That explosion knocked plaster off of some of my ceilings.”
“It seems that Henry Brant had a little more dynamite in his shed than we thought he did,” Fargo said, grinning.
“How did you—? Never mind, don’t tell me. You can fill me in on everything when all this is over. I’m assuming it’s not over yet.”
“It’s not,” he said. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were all right, and get a little rest. The men of Sharon’s Dream are doing a great job defending their mine. And Brant and his people don’t know yet that help isn’t coming, so they’re not going anywhere. At least not until tomorrow morning after I tell them.”
She kissed him hard, then said, “Good. Follow me. Are you hungry?”
“Nope. Just tired.”
She led him quickly down the back hallway and up the back staircase to her room.
“Lock and bolt the door,” she said as she went to draw the drapes and turn the lamp down even lower than it was.
As he finished with the locks, she turned him around and started undressing him, first undoing every button on his shirt, then pulling his undershirt over his head. Then she had him sit down and she worked on pulling off his boots, then his britches.
Before he knew it, he was sitting on the edge of her bed completely naked, his manhood thrusting up into the air.
She took hold of him, rubbing gently, and said, “I thought you were tired.”
“For a beautiful woman who just undressed me, not
She laughed and stepped back, working quickly to undress herself right in front of him. This time she made no tease of anything, just went about the business of shedding her dress and undergarments, laying them on the chair by the window to hang up later.
There was something hypnotic about watching a beautiful woman undress, especially if there was the promise of a roll in the hay to follow.
When she turned from laying out her dress and started toward him, he felt his entire body tense. He took her all in, from the smooth skin on her neck to the large brown nipples to the thick patch of fine brown hair between her legs. Everything about her just fit together.
She came into his arms and kissed him hard. “Let me do the work,” she whispered. “Just sit there.”
She turned around and settled on his lap like he was a chair. He reached up and put his arms around her, holding her breasts gently in both hands.
“I’m supposed to do the work, remember?”
“A fella’s got to have something to hang on to, doesn’t he?”
She laughed and then her hand expertly guided him inside her.
She settled there for a moment; then with a loud sigh, she lifted up slightly and then settled back down again.
The sensation of her body holding him, sitting on him, was almost more than Fargo could bear. He slowly rubbed her breasts as she went up and down again.
And then again, letting him slide easily in and out of her while her juices flowed down his manhood, coating him.
He helped lift her on the next motion and then let go, letting her drop down on him a little harder.
The movement made her gasp and after that she increased the pace and he joined her, helping to lift her gently with her breasts while rubbing them, then dropping her again onto his ramrod-hard shaft.
He could tell that they were both getting closer and closer as they pounded again and again, slamming their private parts together.
He let his hands drop to her hips and slip under her buttocks as she lifted up again. He took over after that, lifting her, letting her go, lifting her, letting her go, faster and faster and faster.
And then she said, very intently, “Yes!”
She squeezed him tight as she reached her peak and a moment later he filled her, seeming to turn himself inside out into her womanhood.
They sat there together for a long moment, both of them trying to catch their breath.
Then slowly he softened and slipped out of her.
She stood and pushed him back on the bed.
He fell flat on his back, totally drained, looking up at her flushed face and beautiful body.
“Get under those covers and get some sleep, mister,” she said. “I’ll wake you at sunrise.”
He did as she ordered, because he had learned over the years that when a naked woman tells you to do something, it’s best to just do it.
The next thing he knew, she was nudging him gently. “Skye, it’s almost dawn.”
He opened one eye and looked at her. Her hair was mussed and she had a pillow mark on one side of her face, but she still looked radiant and beautiful.
“Thanks.”
With a gentle peck on her cheek, he rolled out of the soft, warm bed and into the cold air of the room. He glanced out through the drapes. She was right— the sun was just starting to color the sky and he could hear a couple of roosters crowing.
“Go back to sleep. I’ll be back when this is finally over.”
She nodded but didn’t close her eyes.
He used the pitcher and basin to wash his face and neck, then slipped on his britches and his pants before putting on his undershirt and shirt.
By the time he had his boots on, she was sitting up in bed, the sheet pulled up under her chin.
He stood and made sure his Colt was loaded completely. He turned to her. Even with the sheet covering most of her front, she was still alluring enough to make him want to take his clothes off and crawl back into that bed with her. But of course he couldn’t.
“Lock the door behind me, and if you would do me a favor, stay inside the building until I give the all clear.”
“That’s not a problem,” she said, smiling. “I have more than enough work to do. Thanks for worrying.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Just come back to me, mister.”
“I’m like a bad penny,” he said.
With that, he turned and went out into the hallway.
He stood there for a moment until he heard her lock and bolt the door. Then from the other side she said, “Good luck, Skye.”
He smiled and turned for the stairs. Always nice when a woman understood what a man did and didn’t try to stop him. He had run into very few women like that in his travels.
Cain’s wife, Sharon, had been one of those special women. Fargo had been in their home over the years more times than he could count. She had always made him feel welcome and he had liked her a great deal.
Cain knew he had been lucky to find her, and he never once talked bad about her. When she died, it tore Cain apart. It was only the fact that he had a son to finish raising that kept him going. And the fact that Sharon would have been mad at him if he had given up and gone down into a bottle.
Now it was up to Fargo to avenge his friend, to make sure that Sharon’s Dream would remain in good hands as Cain and Sharon would have wanted.
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