The waves of her pleasure seemed to roll through her like the pounding of an Atlantic storm until she fell, exhausted, against the Scotsman's broad chest.The waves of her pleasure seemed to roll through her like the pounding of an Atlantic storm until she fell, exhausted, against the Scotsman's broad chest. His heart beat loud against her ear. Percy held the soft, warm woman close to him and felt a tenderness in his soul that made him tighten the grip he had on her, even as the flush of passion faded from his skin. She was so much woman. He always looked for her when he came to Miss Lily's because she had the innocense of a child and the fire of a courtisan. He was not a man for marriage. That much he knew. But if he ever thought of it ... Gemma snuggled into Percy's chest and smiled. He was a love, was this one. She was a whore and she kept her heart and her work seperate, but this man always cared as much for her pleasure as for his own. That was rare enough, but he seemed to like to hold her too, and that was something noone else did. Even now, when other men would be wanting to finish up and get on with other things (or be trying to sneak in two times for the price of one) this man was cuddling her like a child. She could get to like this one too much, if she wasn't careful ... "My wee lass," she heard him whisper against her hair. The tone of it made her smile. The afternoon found Frewling settled in at the boarding house and on the steps of Miss Lilly's. Considering MacTavish, he'd probably been frequenting the place if he was still here in Rattlesnake Gorge. Frewling doffed his hat as he entered, and scanned the salon carefully. Nice furnishings, obviously brought from back East, none of this local axe-hewn stuff from the local hackers. Soft carpet, clean, well-kept. And the burly fellow lounging at the bar had to be the bouncer. Frewling approached the man. "Good afternoon." "Afternoon," the man said around his toothpick. "If ye're lookin' for one'a th'ladies, ring that there bell over there." "I'd like a word with you first, if you've got the time," Frewling replied. The bouncer scowled. This looked like a complication in what had been a quiet day thus far. "Well, siddown. And who d'I have th'pleasure of adressin'?" Frewling took a seat at the bar. "Whiskey, please," he told the barkeep. He reached into his jacket and flipped out his railway badge. |