It was as quiet out there as the inside of a dry well on the darkest night of the year.
Just the same, he’d sleep like he usually did when he was on assignment—light as a feather.
He took another drink from the water jug and then rolled up in his blankets, the wooden cot creaking beneath his weight. He’d just drifted into the shallow ditch of a lawman’s slumber when something propelled him back to the surface, and he snapped his eyes open, staring at the shack’s dark ceiling.
Footsteps were growing louder as someone approached the shack. They sounded like butter in a hot skillet. The person was doing little to conceal his approach. Her approach.
Longarm grinned, felt his tense muscles relax.
He’d known she’d come.
Eager, ragged breaths sounded beneath the soft footfalls. A bare foot slapped the wooden floor of the shack’s front stoop. A quick double knock on the door.
“Yay-up,” Longarm said.
The hinges squealed softly as the door opened and a slender shadow moved toward him, closing the door behind her.
Chapter 26
Longarm looked toward the door.
It was too dark in the shack for him to see much of anything, but he detected an inky movement against the darkness. The floorboards squawked under Haven’s tread. There was a sibilant rustle as she removed whatever wrap she’d worn out here and let it drop to the floor.
Then he saw the pale blur of her naked body before him.
He smelled the unmistakable fragrance of woman. His cock throbbed.
“Hold on.”
He tossed the covers away, dropped his feet to the floor and quickly shucked out of his underwear.
He lay back on the cot and she was on him like a duck on a june bug, breathing hard and fast. She lowered her head to his, kissed him hungrily, almost painfully, grunting and sighing, and then pulled her head away.
“Christ, if I didn’t know better,” he said, chuckling, her saliva hot on his lips, “I’d say we hadn’t cavorted like two randy Northwoods bears just last night!”
She whipped around on top of him, and suddenly, her hot mouth was closing over his cock while her silky-haired snatch was pasted over his face. Her knees were splayed across his shoulders. He could smell the warm musk of her, and that coupled with the eager way she lapped him, gently kneading his balls with her hands, heightened his desire.
He lifted his hands to her round, tender ass, used his thumbs to spread her pussy wide until he could see the pale pink nubbin of her honeypot just off the end of his nose. He rammed his nose up hard inside it, and she withdrew her mouth from his cock and groaned.
He gave a devilish smile when he felt her knees tighten against his shoulders, and she shivered as though chilled. Sticking his tongue straight out, holding it rigid but curling the tip, he raked his thick mustache and his lips up and down her quivering slit.
She groaned louder, shivering and kneading his balls while sucking his cock wildly, sliding her mouth up and down and lapping the head before sliding it down once more.
The wet sucking sounds engorged him. When she’d brought him with her lips and tongue and hot breath to the edge of his precipice, he withdrew his tongue from her wet pussy and rolled out from under her.
She gave a groan of protest, but when he knelt atop the cot and shoved her down against it, she giggled. It wasn’t a raspy giggle but a high squeal. He grinned—she was loosening up more than usual—and brusquely positioned her sideways, her head near the foot of the cot. He lifted one of her long, creamy legs up and wedged her foot against his shoulder.
Reaching down, he found the sopping hair of her love nest, and used his hand to guide his cock through those wide-open, petal-soft doors.
“Oh!” she cried. “Oh! Ahhhh. Uhnnahhh-gawhhh!”
He rammed himself deep into her. He’d prepared her for this, so she shouldn’t be as tight as she was, but he enjoyed the slow in-and-out work as he slowly pried open her womb once more for the full width and length of him.
A pale blur in the darkness, sprawled in a half twist before him, she sighed and panted and nodded her head slowly, grinding her hands into the cot, bunching his blankets in her fists. When she’d become more malleable, he worked faster, and soon her head was bobbing wildly on her shoulders while he fucked her long and hard, feeling the cot leap around on the floor beneath him.
Her foot beat against his shoulder, increasing his desire. Her toes flexed and curled.
“Fu-uck!” she said through a long, ululating sob. “Oh…oh…oh, fuck meeee!”
When his blood started to boil, his cock seemed to grow even larger inside her. He rose up high on his knees and thrust against her harder, harder, his hips slapping her ass loudly.
Her cunt was like a warm, wet, furry creature gently nibbling his rock-hard manhood. She grunted loudly, until he was afraid she’d awaken Mrs. Azrael and Stretch and Vonda. But when he began to explode inside her, she grew suddenly, almost eerily silent.
She tensed every muscle in her body and bowed her head as though in prayer.
Her pussy expanded and contracted as his cock fired its seed deep into her boiling womb. She ground her little foot into his shoulder.
Slowly, his spasming abated. He held her foot against him, and stopped thrusting, leaving his cock halfway inside her. Her threw his head and shoulders back, gulping deep draughts of the fresh air pushing through the open windows.
He lifted her foot to his lips, kissed the little toe.
He held the foot in front of his face, feeling a scowl carve deep lines across his forehead. The foot he held before him was smaller and plumper than the one he’d kissed last night. He looked down the length of creamy leg angling up from the cot in front of him.
Too creamy, and not long enough to belong to Haven Delacroix…
Then he saw the blond head atop the pale shoulders. Vaguely, he’d noticed the paleness of her before and thought it a trick of the moonlight. But there was no moon tonight.
The girl pulled her foot out of his hand and rose up on the cot before him. She pressed her bee-stung mouth to his and then pulled her face away, sandwiching his jaws between her hands. Vonda Azrael’s heart-shaped face smiled at him, her blue eyes narrowed to jeering slits.
“You just fucked a married woman, Marshal Long,” she said with mock castigation. “You just fucked Stretch’s woman, and she’s been needin’ it bad!”
She laughed like an evil child as she clambered up off the cot, stooped to grab the shift she’d worn into the shack, opened the door, and ran skipping into the night.
“Holy shit,” Longarm growled when he woke the next morning after a bad night’s sleep, “did I really fuck Stretch’s wife?”
He sat up on his elbows in the predawn, pearlescent darkness, and looked around the small stone shack. Last night all came back to him. Her mouth on his cock. Her pussy in his face. He smacked his lips. Her tang, like a freshly minted penny, was still on his tongue.
“Yep, that’s just what I done, all right.”
He’d been so sure that the woman who’d walked into his shack had been Haven, had been so intoxicated with the prospect, that it hadn’t occurred to him to make sure it was her.
Who would have thought he’d need to?
As he dropped his feet to the hard-packed floor and reached for his socks, he couldn’t help chuckling. There was only a little humor in it, however. Fucking the wife of the prime suspect in his current investigation could only complicate things further, and the details of this case were so complicated as they stood, and so damn befuddling, he might never get them all nailed down.