orgasm was nearly an agony of delight, a force that lifted her up and swept her along in its fury. For a while she was almost certain it would never endâhalf afraid that it would, half afraid that it wouldnât ...
Finally, Feodor let out a breath, rolled over on his back, and drew Jessie over onto his chest. âI think you are right,â he said solemnly. âThere is much to be said for pleasure between a man and a woman.â
Jessie stared at him, then broke into laughter. âThink itâs something youâre going to like, do you?â
âYes. I think so.â Feodor gave a long, deliberate yawn. âI would like to try it again sometime.â
Jessie kept a straight face. âWell you really werenât bad, you know. For your first time, I mean. I guess I ought to tell you.â
âGood. I appreciate that.â
He looked so terribly serious that Jessie couldnât hold back her laughter. âFeodor, you are a crazy Transylvanian. And if that was your first time, I donât think I can stand the secondâwhen you really get the hang of it.â
âI hope that is very soon.â
She looked into his dark eyes and gave him a long, searching kiss. âOh, I think we can arrange that. I really think we can.â
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The horse was a sturdy farm animal, and Jessie rode along easily behind Feodor, her arms wrapped tightly about his back. After their lovemaking, sheâd taken the time to rinse her clothes, and heâd carried them up the bank and spread them over a bush. They were still a little damp, but the cool cloth felt good against her skin.
Feodor kept to the far edge of the creek, under the trees. When they were close to the settlement, Jessie asked him to pull the horse deeper into the thicket, telling him she wanted to get off and talk with him for a few moments.
They dismounted and walked toward the creek, where Jessie stopped, pulled the revolver out of the waist of her denims, and inspected it in the light.
âDo you usually do away with your lovers after you use them up?â Feodor smiled.
Jessie laughed. âI didnât know you were used up. No, I left this out on the bank back there while we were, uh, occupied. I just wanted to make sure it didnât get any water or sand in it.â
Feodor eyed the weapon with interest, and Jessie handed it to him.
âIt is very beautiful pistol,â he said. âWhat fine workmanship!â He turned it over and let the sun glint off the barrel. The polished peachwood grips were a perfect match for the light slate-gray finish.
âMy father gave it to me,â said Jessie, âand taught me how to use it. Started me out on a .44, but I practically had to lift the thing in two hands, and it kicked like a mule. So he had this made for me. Itâs a double-action .38 on a .44 frame, and fits me just right.â
Feodor looked at her and handed back the weapon. âJessica, your eyes sparkle when you talk about that pistol. I think it is the man who gave it to you who brings such pride to your eyes.â
âYes, youâre very right about that.â Jessie swallowed and looked away. She had shared a great deal with this man, and she trusted him. For a quick moment she felt like clinging to him and telling him all about Alex Starbuckâwhat he was and what he truly meant to her. And how greatly she missed him. She hesitated, though, knowing this wasnât the time and place for such confidencesâeven with a man like Feodor. The story of her father was one too tightly entwined with one she couldnât tell, one he might or might not understand.
She turned away for a moment and listened to the water trickling by in the creek below. âIâd like to tell you something,â she said. âItâs something you should know, Feodor. But I want to ask you something first.â
Feodor looked puzzled. âOf course, Jessica.â
She turned
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