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war, Bear had wanted nothing more than to return home, to his family’s West Texas ranch, where he could lick his physical and mental wounds. But his father, a Confederate sympathizer who had forbidden his oldest son to join the Union, barred him from the premises. Haskell’s home had been taken away from him, and, that was before Allan Pinkerton, whom Haskell had met during the war, hunted him down and persuaded him to be a frontier operative.
    Haskell removed the cigar from between his lips and blew several smoke rings at the darkening ceiling. He gave a pleased sigh.
    His cock was at half-mast beneath the sheets, the girl’s fingers caressing it with a little more vigor now. He smiled, curled his toes. He found himself liking Miss Cybill Downing, and not just because she enjoyed a good romp as much as he did and knew how to pleasure a man’s equipment. She was smart and pretty, and she was fun to converse with, although he had to admit they hadn’t had much time for idle chatter.
    Now, because he was genuinely curious, he said, “Tell me, Miss Cybill, how come you’re headed home when you seem so against the idea?”
    Cybill stopped running her tongue very slowly up his cock from his balls. “My father can’t afford Emma Willard anymore. The ranch has fallen on hard times due to drought and a glut of cattle on the eastern markets, causing prices to drop.” She continued licking from where she’d left off, and when she got to the head of his cock, causing a lightning bolt of pleasure to quicken his heart, she said, “My mother died some time ago, so it’ll just be Father and me.”
    â€œAnd the men who work for him.”
    She smiled and kissed the head of his dong. It made him suck in a sharp breath and curl his toes. “Yes . . . and the men.” She bunched her brows and pooched out her lips, pouting. “Although I don’t know how any other man is ever going to live up to this afternoon and evening, Bear.”
    â€œAh, just give ’em a chance,” he said.
    â€œI think I’ve been properly inspired.” Smiling again radiantly, she shook her sexily mussed hair back from her eyes and said, “Ready?”
    Haskell stared at her pretty pink lips pressed against the underside of the head of his dick. His heart beat heavily. He cleared the knot from his throat and said, “Ready when you are, Miss Cybill.”
    She stretched her lips, her eyes flashing up at him, and then, with a little cherubic giggle, she dropped her mouth down over the swollen purple head.
    As young and relatively inexperienced as she was, she blew him wonderfully, almost as well as two other women he knew—one a wildly beautiful, dark-eyed Yaqui with brick-red skin and high bosom named Sonoma, whom he met whenever an assignment took him to Arizona or New Mexico; and the other a ravishing, black-haired fellow Pinkerton agent, Raven York, who had cobalt-blue eyes, large, round breasts the color and texture of fresh-whipped, buttery cream, and lips as supple as doeskin.
    Bear chuckled to himself and pushed his thoughts away from those two women. One, it wasn’t fair to Cybill. And two, if he let himself imagine the special gifts of either one, he was likely to blow his load down Cybill’s throat at this very moment, and he didn’t want to shorten his and the girl’s fun.
    When she’d tormented him for nearly a half hour, Haskell gave a deep, rumbling groan, clutched the sheets in his fists, bucked up from the bed, and spewed his load into the girl’s mouth.
    She kept up with him for only about five seconds, choking and gagging, some of the pearl substance oozing out through her nose. Then she lifted her head off his cock and massaged him with both hands, quietly laughing and giggling as she pumped him dry on his belly.
    Later, she gave them both a sponge bath, and then they talked some more and dozed. They woke once around