Free Longarm and the Great Divide by Tabor Evans

Valmere?”
    â€œThere hasn’t been one since I’ve been here,” Reed said, “and I got here within a few months of the first buildings to go up.” He grunted and retrieved the tongs from Longarm so he could turn the pieces of iron again. “Of course back then we thought the whole shebang was in Wyoming. That was before the government surveyor came through and screwed everything up.”
    â€œGovernment will do that, y’know,” Longarm said. “Sometimes I think that’s what it does best.”
    â€œYet you work for the government,” Reed said.
    â€œTo that, sir, I plead guilty.” He took another pull on his cheroot and slowly blew the smoke out, then said, “Time for me t’ head for supper. What with building that jail, swinging a hammer an’ all I’ve worked up an appetite. First actual work I’ve done in, I dunno, in years.”
    â€œWell, you needn’t worry about your prisoner. I’ll take good care of the son of a bitch,” Reed said.
    Ashford swung his head around and glared at them. “Fuck the both of you.”
    Longarm ignored the man, said good night to Otis, and walked across the wide street, past the partially finished jail to Liz Kunsler’s modest house. When he mounted her front porch he could smell what promised to be a fine supper.
    And after that, well, he was looking forward to afterward even more than to the meal.

Chapter 30
    â€œThat was a mighty fine meal,” Longarm said, dropping his napkin onto the table and pushing his chair back. He grinned. “Now for dessert.”
    Liz’s brow wrinkled in consternation. “Custis, I didn’t make any dessert.”
    He laughed. “Honey, you
are
the dessert.”
    â€œWell, in that case,” she said, rising from the table and coming into his arms.
    â€œYou taste like mashed potatoes an’ gravy,” he mumbled into her mouth moments later.
    Liz pulled her face away. “What a terrible thing to say!”
    â€œDarlin’,” he said with a laugh. “I happen t’
like
mashed potatoes an’ gravy.”
    â€œThen perhaps you should see what other flavors you can find,” she said.
    â€œFine by me. Let me look.” He kissed her some more, then suggested, “Think maybe we could move this back to your bedroom so’s I can look closer? An’ in other places?”
    â€œI think we could arrange that.” Liz stepped back and took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom. She lighted a lamp there and turned the wick down to a soft glow. But bright enough that he could see—and admire—her body as the lady stepped out of her dress.
    â€œI think I’m getting ahead of you here,” she said, breaking his concentration on what he was so thoroughly enjoying seeing. Longarm quickly began shedding clothing in an effort to catch up.
    They came together then, naked and eager. He could feel his cock pressed between their bellies. Could feel the sharp jut of her hip bones and the softness of her tits against his chest. Could feel the desire in her mouth.
    Liz smiled when he picked her up and placed her gently onto the bed. “Fuck me,” she whispered into his mouth.
    He kissed his way down. Her mouth. Her throat. Her chest. Each rigid nipple in turn. Lower, across her belly and into the tangled bush. He found the sweet nectar in her pussy and licked the tiny button of her pleasure until Liz cried out in a powerful orgasm.
    By then she was clawing at him. Wanting him. Insisting that their bodies be joined.
    She twisted around so that they lay with their heads at the foot of the bed, but Liz did not want to wait long enough to change. She groped at his cock. Took it in her fist and pulled him to her. Into her.
    Longarm plunged into the wet depths of Elizabeth’s body, immersing himself in her, surrounding himself with her heat.
    She was able to accommodate all of him and he thrust