Free Longarm and the Yuma Prison by Tabor Evans Page B

clothing, slowly, seductively. He licked his lips and began to undress.
    â€œOh, gawd, Jessie,” he panted. “You have no idea of how often I’ve fantasized that this was going to happen.”
    â€œI’m willing to do whatever it takes to get my father free and our mine back,” she said honestly. “But I don’t want you killed.”
    â€œDo you . . . do you love me?” he asked, desperation in his voice as he came and took her into his arms.
    â€œI . . . I might,” she confessed. “I don’t know. With my father in prison and with all the terrible things that have happened . . . my mind is confused.”
    Kent reached down and his finger found its way between her silken thighs. He kissed her lips until she felt as if she was going to swoon and then he knelt before her and his tongue slipped into her wetness. Jessica moaned and spread her legs, backing up against the wall as he pushed and probed.
    â€œKent,” she breathed, knowing she should have told him about Longarm but afraid that he would have been so hurt that he’d have refused to help. “Oh, Kent!”
    His tongue and fingers knew exactly what she liked best and when her legs began to tremble and she felt she was about to collapse, he led her to his big leather couch and laid her down saying, “Just like old times, Jessie. Just like it used to be with us.”
    Jessica felt his rod enter her and she found she was eager to take all of him in a rush. Her long legs wrapped themselves around his narrow waist and she groaned with pleasure as he began to thrust.
    â€œJust like old times,” she breathed. “You were my very first and it was on this same couch.”
    â€œYeah,” he panted, thrusting hard and grinning hugely. “I never forgot and I’m glad you didn’t, either. You were my only virgin, Jessie, and I never had another woman on this couch . . . none would have compared.”
    â€œBut you have had other women.”
    â€œOh, yeah,” he grunted, slamming his rod in and out of her slick honey pot. “But you’ve always been the only one that I’ve loved. Ever will love. Come on, Jessie, come on and let go!”
    And then Jessica
did
let go. Her entire body began to shake and her fingernails scratched his back as her body convulsed, and she cried out, feeling a hot rush explode between her legs. He took her so violently and with such passion that she knew that he had not released his seed in a long time. Kent just kept giving it to her until she felt limp and began to laugh for no reason at all.
    Kent took her once more, this time as she leaned over his desk and he came into her from behind. She had always loved to have him take her that way and his rod touched places that had not been touched even by Longarm, who was even more skillful as a lover but who did not love her.
    When Kent cried out and slammed himself up into her while roaring his delight, Jessica laid her head down on his desk and smiled knowing that he would do anything to help her get her father out of prison and when he did, she would marry him just as her father had always hoped.
    â€œKent,” she said a short while later, still naked as they sat on his leather couch holding hands.
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œI came back with a man.”
    â€œIs he your lover . . . or . . .”
    â€œWe’ve made love.”
    â€œIs he in love with you?”
    â€œNo. He’s definitely not.”
    Kent looked into her eyes. “Are you . . .”
    â€œNo,” she said. “I’m not in love with him, either.”
    â€œThen why did he come back with you?”
    â€œIt’s a long story.”
    â€œI want to hear it all.”
    And so Jessie told him and when she was finished, he said, “I can’t even think about you being in adjoining hotel rooms and making love with him while we do the