Slocum's Breakout - Jake Logan [18]
“You see your pa?” Slocum asked pointedly.
“I was on my way. He is very ill and still sleeps. I took a moment to thank my sister for being so clever to get you to break me out of prison.” José stepped behind Conchita, who stood a little stiffer for a moment, then José went into the bedroom just off the main room.
“Oh, John, you did it!” Conchita rushed into his arms and smothered him with kisses that made the jailbreak and everything he had endured seem worthwhile.
“Did he make it in time?”
She pushed away and looked at him, puzzled.
“Your pa. He’s still aware of things around him?”
“Oh, yes, there is great pain, but he is not in a coma. José came in time.”
“How much longer do you think he has?”
“Papa?” Conchita laid her cheek on his chest. He felt her heart beating in her breast and smelled the perfume of her long, dark hair. She clung fiercely to him. “Not so long, but he wanted to see José. You have done a great thing, John. A boon. A favor that can never be repaid.”
“I’d like to look in on them. To see how they’re doing,” Slocum said, moving to push Conchita out of the way. He heard strange sounds from the tiny room where José had gone.
“Let Papa enjoy José’s jokes,” she said, gripping him harder. “He could always make Papa laugh. It is good for both of them.”
“I won’t be a second,” Slocum said, not sure why the laughter bothered him so. That Conchita had verified it was laughter made him certain he wasn’t imagining things.
“I know you won’t, John,” she said, her hand pressing hotly into his chest, holding him where he stood. The hand worked slowly downward until it cupped his crotch. She began squeezing gently, then pressed her palm into the growing bulge.
She turned her beautiful face up to him, closed her ebony eyes, and pursed her lips, waiting. She didn’t wait long. Slocum had gone through hell for this moment. He kissed her. She returned the passion with more ardor than he could have hoped for. Her body moved against his and her legs parted so she could wrap her thighs around his upper leg. Conchita began moving up and down, like a cat rubbing against a table leg.
She broke away breathlessly, then stood on tiptoe and licked along the line of Slocum’s stubbled chin until she got back to his earlobe. She nibbled gently and whispered, “Outside. To the shed in back. It is ready for you—for us!”
Conchita pulled him behind her like a child pulling along a wagon. Slocum had to duck fast or he would have hit his head on the lintel as they went out into the morning sun. It felt hot and fine against his face. He felt renewed and happy that he had been able to help the Valenzuelas.
“Hurry, hurry, race you!” she cried. As Conchita dashed away from him, she began shucking off her clothing. Her blouse was the first to land on the ground. She stumbled and spun and got off one shoe and then the other before she reached the shed. For a moment, she fumbled with the latch. Then she had the door open and stood outlined by the doorframe.
Conchita dropped her shoes inside and began moving her shoulder sinuously to work out of her undergarment. Slocum had picked up her blouse but now slowed to watch the show she put on for him. A final shimmy brought the camisole down around her waist. She stood gloriously bare to the waist. Slocum caught his breath at the sight of those apple-sized breasts, each capped with a brown circle. In the middle of those targets grew hard little nubs betraying her arousal.
“You like what you see, my hero?” Conchita spun about, then bent over and hiked her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything under it.
Slocum had gotten so hard watching her that he felt pain in his crotch. He began unbuttoning his fly as he went to the doorway, where she waggled her bare butt in his direction. He sighed as the final button popped open, and he snapped out, fully erect. Two quick steps took