THIRTEEN
“I’m not sure what his name was,” Eve said, sitting on the bed. “All I know is he was . . . huge.” Her eyes widened. “I mean, he was a big man, and all, but—down there, he was . . . huge.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Well, it was . . . I wasn’t sure how it would feel. I’ve never been with a man that . . . big.”
“Okay,” Clint said, “I get it, he was big.”
“But he was mean,” she said, shuddering. “He likes to hurt people.”
“And he hurt you.”
“He hurt my . . . my breasts,” she said. “He squeezed them, he pinched them, left marks behind, you know? And I was sore for a week. He also split my lip when he slapped me, made my head ring . . .”
“Couldn’t you call for help?” Clint asked. “Doesn’t the saloon supply that kind of help?”
“I thought he would kill me if I screamed,” she said. “And I know he woulda killed the bouncers. They never would’ve been able to handle him.”
“Let me get this straight,” he said, sitting next to her.
“You took a beating so that your bouncers wouldn’t get killed?”
She smiled wanly.
“You make me sound so noble,” she said. She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. He turned his head and found himself looking down her impressive cleavage. He could feel the heat rising from her, and his body responded.
“I was just afraid,” she said. “I’m used to men treating me without love, like a piece of meat, rutting and rolling off.”
He put his arm around her and she snuggled closer.
“So while he was hurting you was he saying anything?” Clint asked.
“He was telling me how much he liked it,” she said. “He’d flip me over on my stomach, then on my back again. He’d growl like an animal. And he was hairy like an animal. A-at one point I really thought he was going to kill me, and he looked . . . happy about it.”
She shuddered and he pulled her close to him. She had perfumed her cleavage and the pleasant scent wafted up at him.
They sat that way for a while and then she sighed and tilted her head up to look at him. She had a small, full-lipped mouth and when he leaned down to kiss her, her tongue blossomed into his mouth.
“You deserve to be treated with kindness,” he told her. “And love.”
“I’m a whore,” she said. “I’ll settle for kindness.”
“You shouldn’t have to settle for anything.”
He pulled her up so she was in his lap, straddling him, and kissed her soundly. She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself to him tightly. They kissed that way for a while and then she pulled her head back and looked at him.
“There’s no charge for this, you know.”
“Hush,” he said.
He unzipped her dress in the back and pulled it down to her waist. Her breasts spilled out. He took them in his hands, lifted them to his mouth, and nuzzled her already distended pink nipples. She took some pins out of her hair and shook it free so it fell down past her shoulders.
“What a beautiful creature you are,” he said into her cleavage. “And so sweet.”
“Oh, my God,” she said, “I believe you’re the only man who could ever make me come with words!”
“Well,” he said, laughing, “let’s see if we can’t use a little more than that.”