Hostile Country by Jack Hanson

Author:Jack Hanson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group

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BARLOW WAS NOT too surprised when Buffalo let out a soft growl of warning shortly after they and White Bear had turned in. But he was hopeful. “Who’s there?” he asked quietly.

Suddenly a long-haired, shapely figure appeared out of the darkness and knelt next to him. A soft, gentle hand pressed against his lips. “’Tis Kathleen Dugan, Mister Barlow,” a sweet voice whispered. “Shall I go away?” She removed her hand.

One of Barlow’s hands snaked out, latched onto the back of her neck, and he jerked her harshly forward until his lips were mashed against hers, their tongues dueling. Finally he released her. “That answer your question, Miss Dugan?”

“Aye, that it does, sir,” Kathleen gasped, almost in shock from the intensity of the kiss. She had kissed a lot of men, but not one of them had made her feel that way.

Barlow smiled at the sounds of rustling clothing and some murmurs coming from a few feet away. “Your sister visitin’ White Bear, I take it?” he said.

Kathleen nodded. Her mind was still awhirl. She had planned to keep the upper hand, as she usually did with men, teasing and testing and coaxing, seducing Barlow until he begged for her. But the one kiss was enough to stir her passions so deeply that such thoughts fled. She wanted him, plain and simple; that was all there was to it.

She rose and dropped her dress in a swirl of cloth. She wore nothing underneath, and had come barefoot. In the light of the fat, full moon, she seemed to Barlow to be a goddess, golden haired, tall, with a woman’s desirable shapeliness.

“Lord a’mighty, if you ain’t some sight,” Barlow breathed. He sat up and reached up for a hand. He tugged her lightly down and around, setting her crossways on his saddle, which he had been using as a pillow. He yanked off his pants—his only garment—and tossed them aside, then slid downward until he was lying on his stomach, and kissed the toes of one foot, then worked his mouth in a nibbling path up her shin, and then her thigh. He rose a little and continued his wet trail across her slim belly until his mouth reached one of her full, round breasts. The areola was pale in the moonlight almost to nonexistent, but her nipple had popped out strong, firm, and wanting. Barlow gave it the attention it sought.

Kathleen moaned and arched her back, forcing her breasts out toward Barlow. One of his big hands reached out and cupped the other tit, stroking and kneading it softly, producing more pleasured moans from the young woman.

Barlow began moving again, heading upward, licking and nipping the full breast flesh, and then sliding over her long, graceful neck, until his mouth was on hers again. Her lips parted, and she gave back to him every bit as willingly as he gave to her. He was kneeling now, and his manhood brushed against the core of her femininity. She ached for him

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