THE Irish Devil
Chapter One
William jolted awake as an orgasm roared through him.
He rode it out, grinding his hips into the mattress as
the pillow muffled his groans.
When the storm finally passed, he cautiously turned his
head to one side and tried to catch his breath, still lying on
his stomach. What in the name of Joseph, Mary, and all the
saints had caused a wet dream like that?
The bedding was fine and the mattress soft so he was in a
house, not sleeping under one of his wagons. Two women
snored nearby, raising the question of how long they'd slept.
William warily opened his eyes. A hand-stitched motto
greeted him, proclaiming the virtues of hard work. The flocked
burgundy velvet wallpaper behind it told him he was in Rio
Piedras's only parlor house, the most luxurious place a man
could find willing women to slake his lust in this remote Arizona
mining town.
William stretched, remembering more now. He'd come to
Carrie Smith's establishment after ten days on the trail, eaten
well, and accepted Pearl once again as his companion.
Bloody hell, he'd even taken Fannie upstairs, too, just so he' ... read full excerpt from: The Irish Devil ebook
