" Emerson led the way out and turned toward the horses in front of the hotel. There he stopped.Standing in the street in front of Emerson was Lang, a ...smile on his face. Red was along the hotel on the left and, off to the right was Stan Mosher. Emerson and Shorty were boxed in."If you're looking for jobs, keep looking." Emerson felt his nerves tighten as he spoke. "If you're looking for boot hill, start the ball!"Lang was surprised. He expected fear. He always saw fear when he faced a man over. She looked wonderful, so sexy and he loved what Frank was doing to her, even when he was clearly inflicting pain on her, because he could tell she liked it and besides, it looked fantastic.Helen by this stage had lost control, crying out again and again how good it was and begging Frank not to stop, telling him she loved him and wanted him to make love to her for ever. Her whole body was wracked with spasms of pleasure.Finally Frank reached the point of no return and thrust as hard and as deep. .. you. I need to get some experience before the real hard work begins."They seemed to fall into a casual conversation, their personalities blending well together. Paul forgot all about his injuries and his problems, getting caught up in Denise's easy manner and her beautiful smile. That smile wasn't just in her lips, but spread throughout her face, almost lighting up her whole being and spreading out to encompass everyone near her.It was at that point that Paul realized he still had to go to. The man who could bring her to her knees with just a look, make her melt with just a kiss, make her…. His hand pushed aside the fragile cloth over her breasts, ripping the fine stitching that held the fragile fabric in place. Unrestrained, they fell into his hands. The pert globes were a perfect fit in the large, tanned expanse of his hands. Idly he stroked a thumb over the ruched ball of one nipple, stained a dusky red, and the he flicked his finger again, made her breath hitch once more. His.