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soon,” she reported.
    â€œWill Adams be going with him?”
    â€œI don’t think he’s going alone.”
    â€œI see,” Franco replied.
    â€œWill you kill both of them?”
    Franco held her close and rubbed his hips against hers. “I have not decided yet.”

FOUR
    The party didn’t even break its stride when the sun went down. If anything, it picked up an even better stride after the last of the sun’s rays had disappeared from the sky. The men who’d been playing instruments all day gave up their spots to another group who picked up various items from nearby and did their best to make music with them. Even though the music wasn’t much more than a semi-rhythmic beating of pots, pans, buckets, and chair legs, the crowd was too drunk to notice.
    Couples still danced. Drunks still kept drinking. The food disappeared from the tables as if devoured by a swarm of locusts. And more than a few of the people in attendance paired off to disappear to a place with a bit more privacy.
    Clint and Victoria were two of those people. The privacy they found was in the back of Johnny’s barn. Inside the drafty structure, most of the sounds from the party were blotted out. Replacing that noise were the sounds that came from a few horses and one cow that Johnny had locked up for the event.
    Leading Victoria to an empty stall, Clint kicked open the short gate and backed inside.
    â€œYou sure there’s nothing else in there?” she asked.
    Clint kept backing up until his ankle bumped against a stack of hay. “I’m not certain, but there’s one way to find out.” With that, he toppled onto the hay and pulled Victoria right along with him.
    She let out a surprised squeal, but didn’t struggle in the least. In fact, she twisted her body to make sure she landed directly on top of Clint. Both of them landed better than if they’d dropped onto a bed. There was more than enough hay on the floor to wrap around them while also cushioning them from the wooden boards beneath it all.
    Victoria wore a plain blouse that laced up the front. Those laces had become plenty loose while she and Clint had made their way to the barn. Now she wasn’t even able to keep her blouse shut as she twisted and settled on top of him. Clint’s fingers slipped beneath the laces to pull them completely out of place.
    Although she put a somewhat appalled expression on her face, Victoria only looked down to watch as Clint eased her shirt open. “Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were trying to take advantage of me.”
    â€œYou do know better,” Clint replied. “You know damn well I’m trying to get you out of these clothes.”
    â€œI guess I do. You’re doing a fine job of it, too. Here,” Victoria said, “let me help you a bit.”
    Straightening up, she pulled open her blouse and let it fall off of her. She arched her back and used both hands to fix her hair, which was mostly a way to give Clint a good view of her full breasts. They bounced and swayed with the motions of her body. Her large pink nipples grew harder as Clint reached up to take hold of them.
    At first, he cupped her breasts and massaged them. Then, he positioned her nipples between his fingers so he could rub them until they were fully erect. Soon, Victoria was leaning forward and situating herself so she was straddling his hips.
    â€œYou must think I’m a dirty girl, letting you do this to me,” she whispered.
    Clint kept one hand on her breast and let the other one wander along her side before rubbing her thigh. “Something tells me you’d like it if I thought that.”
    She smiled, reached down to loosen Clint’s jeans, and nodded. “Maybe just a little.”
    â€œOnly a little?” Clint asked as he gathered her skirt around her waist and reached between her legs to rub the warm, wet lips he found there.
    Gasping as