Roughnecks by James J. Patterson

Author:James J. Patterson
Language: eng, fra, fra
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
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Historical
Publisher: Santa Fe Writer's Project
Published: 2014-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Along about dawn his anxieties over his now-uncertain job situation woke him, and he emerged from the tent into the mystic blue premorning light, stretched, and set himself to gathering dried grass and whatnot, including debris from the floor of the Jeep, to kindle the fire. The ground was wet on his bare feet. The air was crisp in his lungs. In the Jeep he also found the boards from Freddy’s splint and a box full of ripped-up and bloodied guns and girlie magazines, most of which he included in his kindling pile. One photograph, untorn and unsullied, was of a young woman holding her breasts protectively while leaving her sex completely exposed as she stared nervously at him from the page. He tore the picture from the magazine before tossing the latter in the fire. He filled his coffee pot with spring water, dropped in the packet of grounds and, once that was set in the burning pile of junk, retired once more to the tent with the picture from the book.

Her hair, which didn’t belong parted at the side, was tossed recklessly over the top of her head as though she had just landed in this position and, as if given the choice of surrendering her breasts or her sex to the approaching viewer, had voluntarily parted her legs. Her breasts were the type men typically drool over. Big and young enough to still have plenty of bounce. Her nipples were puffy and pink and aimed in opposite directions. They looked as though you could sweep them completely off the top of those big billowy mounds with one swipe of the tongue. Coconut cherry marshmallow. She held them guardedly and the more Zak studied her face, the more he saw her as cross, perhaps even jealous of whomever might want to take them from her. She seemed to be saying, These are mine. These are for me. You won’t treat them right. You’ll maul them, burn them with your whiskers. You won’t take the time to explore them. You think you know what they are, but you don’t. How could you? You can have this. This is what you’re really after anyway, isn’t it? Between her legs was a slight wisp of golden brown hair that curled tightly directly over her taut and tucked-in little slit. Hardly what you might consider bush. There was not enough flesh from her buttocks to hide her rectum yet there was just enough there to form a capricious little smile on the blanket where she reclined. Her belly was small and round and unlike most, if not all, the women in these magazines, she looked remarkably defiant, unabused.

Zak closed his eyes and there was Jackie, the girl from corn mountain, lowering herself down onto his lips, her wetness creating an atmosphere of its own, breathing into his nostrils as she stared down between her breasts to see him tasting her, then arching her perfect neck and chin upward with her own release as her hand reached behind her and took hold of him.

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