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body glistened with sweat. Her breasts stood proudly, beckoning to him, so Slocum cupped them in both hands. He massaged the supple flesh while pumping into her as hard or soft as he pleased. After her climax, Gwen opened her eyes and watched him intently. She barely seemed to have the strength to move, but reached up to hold on to his arms. Slocum kept his hands on her breasts, feeling their weight in his grasp as he pumped vigorously in and out of her. The fire in him grew and his blood rushed through his veins, speeding him to the inevitable conclusion.
    He pounded into her once more before exploding inside her. For a moment, he felt as if he had enough energy to charge outside and run all the way to the Canadian border. About two seconds after that, it was all he could do to steer himself to one side before collapsing on top of her.
    Once Slocum had hit the mattress and rolled onto his back, Gwen curled up beside him to drape a leg across his waist and an arm over his chest. “Now that,” she sighed, “was worth waiting for.”
    â€œYes,” Slocum breathed. “Yes, it was.”
    â€œAre you all right?”
    â€œA little winded, but fine.”
    â€œAre you sure?”
    â€œAll right,” he admitted. “Maybe more than a little winded. Just need to catch my breath, is all.”
    Gwen’s voice took a more serious tone as she propped herself up and said, “That’s not what I meant. You’re bleeding!”
    Slocum’s eyes snapped open. Sure enough, the fingers she showed him were smeared with a thin layer of blood. “What the hell?”
    Fidgeting until she could get herself upright with her legs tucked beneath the rest of her body, Gwen allowed the covers to fall away from her so she could look down at him. “I think you’re cut.”
    â€œWell, you did scratch me pretty good there,” Slocum chuckled.
    Gwen swung herself around and climbed out of bed. Hurrying across the room, she tugged at the shade to expose just enough of the window for a healthier dose of sunlight to enter. Not only did that illuminate the room, but it allowed Slocum to see the smooth contours of her naked body as she rushed back to climb onto the bed. “Yes,” she said. “You’re cut. It’s your arm.”
    Feeling his body responding to the sight of her, Slocum reached out to pull her closer while saying, “It’s fine. Wanna scratch me up some more?”
    â€œNo, John! This is serious.”
    â€œDone with me already? I must be losing my touch.”
    Gwen looked down at him like a stern schoolmarm. Taking firm hold of his left wrist, she pulled his arm up sharply enough to send a jolt of pain through that entire side.
    â€œOw, dammit!” he snarled.
    â€œSee?” she said while shaking her head. “I told you it was serious. Now will you pay attention?”
    Slocum wrangled free of her grip while sitting up so his back was against the headboard. Once he was situated, he looked down at his left arm to find it covered in an irregular coat of blood. It seeped from the wound he’d gotten while riding with Sheriff Reyes and had even soaked into a nasty-looking stain on the sheets. “Aw hell. Tore my damn stitches.”
    â€œHow did that happen?”
    â€œYeah,” Slocum said in an impatient tone. “I wonder how that might have happened.”
    She propped her hands on her knees and tried to maintain her stern demeanor. Seeing as how she was still naked and framed in a hazy glow of sunlight, it would have been difficult for her to look anything close to what she was aiming for. “You have a smart mouth, John Slocum. Try not to talk that way to Doc Bower when you see him about fixing those stitches.”
    â€œIs that his name?”
    â€œYes,” she replied while climbing out of bed once again so she could start gathering his clothes. “I would think you’d know that after all the time you spent