away.
The door opened, drawing Baron from his pleasant reveries. A smiling young woman stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She stood at the room’s center, provocatively shedding her clothes while Baron watched.
She came to the bed naked, leaned over, brushed a kiss to his belly, then stretched out beside him. While her hand swept enticingly down his chest, his heated gaze slid over her small, firm breasts, her flat stomach, her strong thighs.
Immediately aroused, he pushed her legs apart and moved between them. And enjoyed again, just as he had on that first afternoon, a pleasing tightness as he slid into her.
She excited him greatly. His release was quick in coming. After he’d climaxed, he collapsed atop her, the only sound in the stillness that of his labored breathing.
When his breath was no longer short, he heard the sound of horses’ hooves striking hard-packed earth.
Curious, he slid from his lover and walked to the room’s back window. He saw a pair of riders galloping toward the northeast. One was atop a coal-black mare, the other astride a gray stallion. One was a girl with long blond hair, the other a boy with hair of midnight black.
His eyes narrowed with disgust, Baron Sullivan stood naked at the window, watching until Amy and Luiz disappeared over the slope of the horizon. He came back to the bed and stood at its foot; his arms crossed over his chest.
“My baby sister’s gone for a ride with Quintano.” He frowned. “Again.”
The woman in the bed pushed herself up on an elbow. “Darling, they are full of energy. Of course they do not wish to spend the lovely summer afternoons asleep,” she said.
“Yes, well, I can well imagine how they do spend them.”
“Baron, no! Such a thing to say.”
“Don’t you ‘Baron, no’ me.” He uncrossed his arms and circled the bed. “I know damned well that dark-skinned Aztec is getting between my sister’s lily-white legs.”
The girl in bed shook her dark head and patted the mattress. Baron dropped down beside her. She leaned over and playfully bit his shoulder. “Is it so different from you getting between mine?”
“Very different,” he said. “I ought to kill the bastard.”
“Mmmmm.” She kissed his throat. Her face moved lower and she brushed kisses to his bare chest. “My mother would want to kill you if she knew about us.”
Baron stroked her hair. “No, she wouldn’t. Your mother likes me.” He urged her down on the bed. “Magdelena has always liked me.” He kissed her. “And I like you.”
“I love you,” she said. “I love you, Baron.”
“Ah, that’s sweet, little Rosa.” She touched him with warm hands and he sighed. “Yes. Oh, yes, Rosa, Rosa. My own little Rosa.”
Seven
A S BARON SULLIVAN WATCHED disapprovingly from his bedroom window that hot July afternoon, the youthful riders galloped across the sun-baked land, headlong into the shimmering waves of heat rising from the desert floor. Laughing and calling to each other, they were filled with the sweet anticipation of an afternoon spent splashing in the cold waters of their hidden Puesta del Sol River lagoon.
Still, as anxious as the pair was to reach their private shaded paradise, they simultaneously pulled up on their mounts the minute they had topped and ridden over the rising sandstone ridge that separated them from Orilla.
Showing off a bit, Luiz gave his iron gray a spoken command and the mighty stallion reared up on his hind legs, his nostrils flaring, his unshod hooves pawing at the air. Luiz released the long reins, slipped backward out of the saddle, and, clinging to the gray’s long flowing tail, slid down over the beast’s hindquarters until he was seated squarely on the ground. Then he turned the tail loose, scrambled between the gray’s hind legs, and moved up under his belly. Shooting to his feet, he stood, arms crossed, beneath the rearing, whinnying stallion.
Still in the saddle, Amy sat motionless atop her black mare. She
The door opened, drawing Baron from his pleasant reveries. A smiling young woman stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She stood at the room’s center, provocatively shedding her clothes while Baron watched.
She came to the bed naked, leaned over, brushed a kiss to his belly, then stretched out beside him. While her hand swept enticingly down his chest, his heated gaze slid over her small, firm breasts, her flat stomach, her strong thighs.
Immediately aroused, he pushed her legs apart and moved between them. And enjoyed again, just as he had on that first afternoon, a pleasing tightness as he slid into her.
She excited him greatly. His release was quick in coming. After he’d climaxed, he collapsed atop her, the only sound in the stillness that of his labored breathing.
When his breath was no longer short, he heard the sound of horses’ hooves striking hard-packed earth.
Curious, he slid from his lover and walked to the room’s back window. He saw a pair of riders galloping toward the northeast. One was atop a coal-black mare, the other astride a gray stallion. One was a girl with long blond hair, the other a boy with hair of midnight black.
His eyes narrowed with disgust, Baron Sullivan stood naked at the window, watching until Amy and Luiz disappeared over the slope of the horizon. He came back to the bed and stood at its foot; his arms crossed over his chest.
“My baby sister’s gone for a ride with Quintano.” He frowned. “Again.”
The woman in the bed pushed herself up on an elbow. “Darling, they are full of energy. Of course they do not wish to spend the lovely summer afternoons asleep,” she said.
“Yes, well, I can well imagine how they do spend them.”
“Baron, no! Such a thing to say.”
“Don’t you ‘Baron, no’ me.” He uncrossed his arms and circled the bed. “I know damned well that dark-skinned Aztec is getting between my sister’s lily-white legs.”
The girl in bed shook her dark head and patted the mattress. Baron dropped down beside her. She leaned over and playfully bit his shoulder. “Is it so different from you getting between mine?”
“Very different,” he said. “I ought to kill the bastard.”
“Mmmmm.” She kissed his throat. Her face moved lower and she brushed kisses to his bare chest. “My mother would want to kill you if she knew about us.”
Baron stroked her hair. “No, she wouldn’t. Your mother likes me.” He urged her down on the bed. “Magdelena has always liked me.” He kissed her. “And I like you.”
“I love you,” she said. “I love you, Baron.”
“Ah, that’s sweet, little Rosa.” She touched him with warm hands and he sighed. “Yes. Oh, yes, Rosa, Rosa. My own little Rosa.”
Seven
A S BARON SULLIVAN WATCHED disapprovingly from his bedroom window that hot July afternoon, the youthful riders galloped across the sun-baked land, headlong into the shimmering waves of heat rising from the desert floor. Laughing and calling to each other, they were filled with the sweet anticipation of an afternoon spent splashing in the cold waters of their hidden Puesta del Sol River lagoon.
Still, as anxious as the pair was to reach their private shaded paradise, they simultaneously pulled up on their mounts the minute they had topped and ridden over the rising sandstone ridge that separated them from Orilla.
Showing off a bit, Luiz gave his iron gray a spoken command and the mighty stallion reared up on his hind legs, his nostrils flaring, his unshod hooves pawing at the air. Luiz released the long reins, slipped backward out of the saddle, and, clinging to the gray’s long flowing tail, slid down over the beast’s hindquarters until he was seated squarely on the ground. Then he turned the tail loose, scrambled between the gray’s hind legs, and moved up under his belly. Shooting to his feet, he stood, arms crossed, beneath the rearing, whinnying stallion.
Still in the saddle, Amy sat motionless atop her black mare. She
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