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and everyone else.”
    â€œWhy not, since you ask so nice?” Longarm winced, his shaft standing tall inside her, waiting, his heart threatening to blow blood out his ears. “Now, you mind if we save the rest of the chitchat for later?”
    She began thrusting her hips again, rising up and down on her haunches. It wasn’t long before the bed was complaining like a sawyer’s two-man timber saw and Merle was groaning and sighing and Longarm was grunting and gritting his teeth as the storm blasted away outside like a night skirmish during the Little Misunderstanding Between the States.
    Longarm held himself back for as long as he could, grinding his teeth and digging his fingers into her hips. Finally, he threw his head back, arched his back, and let go.
    â€œGawd!” the marshal cried, grinding down hard and throwing her own head back on her shoulders, stretching her lips back from her teeth and hissing like a wildcat.
    It took about five minutes for them both to catch their breath.
    â€œChrist,” Merle said, looking at him from the bed’s second pillow, her hair half-covering her face in the lightning flashes. She was shaking her head from side to side.
    Longarm chuckled. “I gotta say, Merle,” he said, reaching over and squeezing her sweat-damp thigh, “it’s been a while since I’ve been put up that wet my ownself.”
    It was a lie. Cynthia Larimer had pleased him like few other women could, but there was something about having a big, athletic fillie like Merle Blassingame hauling your ashes, with her two good handfuls of bobbing tits assaulting your face while she did it.
    That and the fact she’d obviously been so starved for it.
    She kept her voice low. “I hope no one heard. I reckon it’s not professional—the town marshal fuckin’ a federal lawman here on official business.”
    â€œLife’s too short not to throw out the book a time or two.”
    Longarm crawled out of bed and grabbed one of his cheroots off the dresser. Standing naked before the dresser, facing the bed, letting the cool, fresh air dry the sweat from his skin, he snapped a lucifer to life and touched the flame to the cigar’s tip, puffing smoke.
    Rain tapped against the windows, weaker than before.
    â€œHow in the hell did you get in here, anyway? I know I locked the door. As many times as bad folks have tried perforatin’ my hide to avenge themselves or family members, it’s become an obsession with me.” He blew out the match and tossed it into an ashtray atop the dresser.
    â€œI live just down the hall,” Merle said, propping her head on one elbow and regarding him in the sliding shadows. “And old Grassley saw fit to provide me with a skeleton key.” She patted the bed. “Come back, Custis.” She gave a catlike groan. “I wanna do it some more.”
    â€œAlready?”
    â€œI ain’t had it in a long time.”
    â€œWhat about Falcon?”
    â€œThat don’t count. I was drunk.”
    â€œI should get some sleep. I gotta long ride ahead of me.”
    Even in the near darkness he could see her pooch her lips out. “Pleeeeeease?”
    Longarm padded back to the bed. He sat on the edge and stared down at her rounded hips, the hard thighs curled together as she reclined on her right side, head propped on an elbow. He sighed.
    She was just too good to pass up. Besides, he had no idea how long it would be before he’d have it again, heading into the tall and uncut like he was.
    The heavy globes of her breasts were mashed together as they slanted toward the rumpled sheets. Her skin glistened faintly in the wan lamplight and the purple glow slanting through the window, between the lightning strikes that seemed to be dwindling as the storm moved on.
    She reached up, plucked the cigar from between his fingers, leaned back, and took a deep drag. Her breasts flattened slightly against her chest, shaded