Free Slocum #422 by Jake Logan

and then slid his hands up her sides and cupped both breasts. Catching the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he twisted and turned. She moaned softly and tried to follow the directions he moved her body. Then he pulled downward.
    Once more she engulfed him. His shaft jerked hard within the tight female sheath. Then it got even tighter. He had gotten a hint of how strong her inner muscles were when his thumb had been diddling her. Now she squeezed powerfully until he thought he was in a virgin. He abandoned his post on her tits and once more roved her sleek body. This time his thumb stopped at the top of the vee just above where he disappeared into her. Pressing down here produced a skyrocket effect in her.
    Sarah Jane arched her back, jammed her hips down even harder into his groin, and let out a long, loud shriek of carnal release. He felt her shudder and settle back down, but he was nowhere near through with her. His finger parted her fleshy ­half-­moons and probed until he found another hole to enter. This caused her to rise. He controlled her perfectly by how he rammed in and out of her back.
    Faster and faster he sent her rising and falling. The water had long since sloshed out of the tub. What remained evaporated and chilled his flesh. The contrast between her fiery innards and the coldness of his legs and midriff spurred him on until he felt fire ignite deep within his loins. The ­white-­hot tide rose along his length, and as Sarah Jane pumped up and down in a passion, he exploded. He pulled her chest to his face and buried himself between her boobs. His arms circled her and held her tight, to keep her in place, to prevent her from slipping away as he spurted powerfully.
    Only when he began to melt within her did he release the woman so she could rock back and look at him. Her face flushed and her skin rosy all the way down to the tops of her breasts, she eyed him like a hungry wolf did a rabbit.
    â€œI knew you were something special, John. It’s never been this good.”
    â€œMight be you learned a thing or two spying on that gent back in the whorehouse.”
    â€œI knew all about that before. I only wanted to see if he did anything ­different—­or she did.”
    â€œShe was a professional, after all,” Slocum said. He idly stroked over her body, occasionally flicking his thumb against a nip. The blood was retreating now that her passion faded, but she still appreciated the attention. When he tried to move on, she clamped both of her hands over his and pressed down until he felt the soft flesh compress.
    â€œMore,” she said in a husky voice. “I want more.”
    â€œSo do I,” he said. She grinned just like that wolf, then turned mad when he said, “I want more hot water for my bath. Go fetch it.”
    Sarah Jane sputtered, then pushed herself to a seat on the edge of the tub. Scissoring her legs so she lifted first one and then the other over his head to give him one last look at the paradise where he had been, she got to her feet and wetly padded out. He heard the car door slam. Slocum leaned back in the tub, then got out himself. He had water to heat and a proper bath to take before he put on the fancy duds Burlison had given him.
    If the rest of the trip to Texas rivaled the way it had started, he was ready for ­it—­and seeing more of Sarah Jane along the way.

6
    The Yuma Bullet lived up to its name as it pulled away from the San Diego yards. Slocum had felt a mite uncomfortable wearing Burlison’s hand-me-downs, especially so when he had shaken the railroad officer’s hand for the last time before their trains went in different directions. Burlison had chugged away to his meeting in San Francisco and the short train carrying his daughter finally steamed past the spot where the rail had been removed and burst out into the arid countryside.
    Slocum stared out the window of his Pullman car. Marlene and her sexy