Marialita’s Price

An excerpt from Marialita's Price

Luke rolled over and sat up. He ran his hands thru his hair and fumbled for his hat. The sun streamed in thru the flimsy curtains felt across Marialita's body. Luke pulled back the covers. Her smooth, supple skin called out to be touched again.

He gave her a hard smack on the ass.

"Oh!" she squealed, and leaped up. The cowboy laughed a horse laugh and got out of the bed to put his clothes on. Marialita glared at him, massaging her sore bottom.

Luke tossed a silver dollar on the dresser. "Go out," she told him in her broken English. "Go, you brute." She went to the dresser.

Luke finished dressing and opened the door a crack. "You got another customer in the hall already," he said.

"Tell him wait," she said petulantly, not bothering to turn to him. Luke looked her up and down: her smooth, brown skin; her long, black hair; her soft, round bottom with the mark of his hand reddening on her bottom. He could just see the black curls between her legs. His balls coiled up like a rattler; he wanted her again already. He turned to leave.

"Cowboy," she said suddenly. He turned to her. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, over her bare shoulder. "You come back?"

"Yeah," he said. "There's a train comin' in today with a whole load of silver dollars. Then I'll come back."