Slocum's Breakout by Jake Logan

and clung even more fiercely to him. With a tiny hop, she jumped up so both legs circled his waist.
    He held her and turned about, supporting both their weights. Leaning back caused him to sink balls deep into her, then bending forward, he pulled out enough for her to sob out, “No, in, I need you in me!”
    Moving awkwardly at first and then finding the right rhythm, he moved in and out of her as she clung to him. But he wasn’t able to thrust the way he wanted—the way she wanted, too.
    Her moans grew louder until he spun about and sat her down on the table. This allowed her to give up her grip around his waist and hike both feet to the edge of the table. From here, Slocum pistoned forward, sinking fully. Then he withdrew. Slowly. Every inch of his retreat caused a new ripple of desire to pass through her. He felt the heat within his loins and the pressures mounting as he made love to this lovely woman. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, as he continued to lever his hips forward furiously, then withdraw slowly. This motion soon caused her to cry out in carnal release.
    Slocum continued for a minute longer and then knew he was going to get off at any instant. His body took over and he moved erratically, driving forward and pulling out in a rhythm dictated more by his own arousal than a desire to pleasure her.
    He shoved forward, gasped, and spilled his seed. All around his hidden length, she crushed down on him, milking him, squeezing the last possible thrill out of their lovemaking as she could.
    He stepped back and looked at Maria. Her face was flushed, and she had a smile that could only be described as angelic.
    â€œYou are so good,” she said in a shaky voice. “I knew it would be like this.”
    Before Slocum could answer, he heard Murrieta outside arguing with someone. He quickly buttoned up and turned as the alcalde came back into the small house.
    Murrieta looked at him and Maria curiously but did not show any displeasure. From his distracted expression, he might still be settling some dispute all the way across the village. Slocum was glad for that because he found Maria’s presence equally distracting.
    She had spun about and landed on her feet on the opposite side of the table.
    â€œThey can never settle their own feuds,” Murrieta said in disgust. “I do not know why I do this, this judging so others can lead peaceful lives. All it brings to me is trouble.”
    â€œBut some trouble is worthwhile,” Maria said. Her response might have been to Murrieta’s woes, but Slocum knew she directed it to him.
    â€œIf it doesn’t get you killed,” Slocum said, “it might be worth it.”
    â€œIt won’t,” Maria mouthed.
    Slocum wasn’t sure he believed her.

9
    â€œThe banker Galworthy is responsible for our woes,” Procipio Murrieta said. “I care little that Valenzuela stole from the bank. He only beat me to it!”
    â€œYou ought to care, and not because the vault is empty. If the banker gets his dander up, he’s likely to come after your property. You said you hadn’t made the mortgage payments for a spell,” Slocum pointed out.
    â€œThe crops are meager,” Murrieta said, shrugging in resignation. “We do what we can but must have more water. We survive—barely. The times I am sent to prison do not help either. The entire village suffers.”
    Slocum looked from the man to Maria, who stood in the doorway. The afternoon sun lit her like an actress on a stage. Slocum listened to Murrieta with half an ear, his thoughts more on Maria and their brief time together. He thought he had learned his lesson with Conchita but now wasn’t so sure. Maria was different—except she wanted something from him, too. She had mentioned the man in San Quentin put there by the banker, who now would be coming after others in this sleepy town with no name.
    Slocum had a horse, he had his freedom,