Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Maggie

M aggie was in her tent, getting ready for bed when Kane tapped the canvas before stepping inside. "You okay? You've been extremely quiet since we got back."

She nodded. "I'm fine; it was just a bit intense. I'm sure that sounds silly to you after all you must have gone through as a Marine."

Kane shrugged. "I don't know that it ever changes, and as a sniper, I wasn't in the middle of a firefight."

"Do you ever… I mean does it ever affect you in ways that seem weird?"

He grinned. "Do you mean do those who experience something like what we went through today ever find themselves really horny?" She could feel the heat and color suffusing her face. He closed the distance between them and ran his finger down her cheek, "The answer is yes. It's called battle lust. But for the most part, as a sniper, you're set apart from a lot of the violence. Mostly I remember how alone I felt with only the surrounding environment as my companion."

"That sounds lonely."

He shrugged. "It was, but I think it's easier than always being in the thick of things."

"Were you… I mean did you feel it today?"

Kane barked a laugh, shaking his head. "Let me put it to you this way, if I could have found a secluded spot on the way back to the dig, I'd have had you naked with your legs wrapped around me while I fucked you so hard, I'd have had to carry you to your tent as you wouldn't have been able to walk."

Maggie laughed nervously, aroused by the imagery his words had conjured. "I think people might have noticed."

"Not necessarily," he said. "I probably wouldn't have let you up until long after it was dark."

"Kane, do you ever think about me that way?"

"Only every single night since I got here."

"Why?"

"You have these habits that make it hard to ignore you," he said, sliding his hand under her shirt and running his fingers back and forth over her belly.

"I don't."

"You do. Like when you slide your lips slowly over the fork for every bite that goes into your mouth or blow on your coffee while watching me."

"So, you did notice," she said smiling as she unbuttoned his shirt. She really had thought her silly flirting had gone completely unnoticed. "I thought my fantasies were a one-way street."

"You had fantasies about me?" he asked incredulously as if he couldn't believe he was the stuff of her fantasies. Was he kidding? Ever since she'd seen him at Club Southside, he'd been the only man she thought about. And she thought about him a lot.

"Of course," she said cheekily. "I had to find a way to entertain myself." She reached down a few inches to unbutton the fly of his jeans, which was having its strength tested by the hard mass throbbing behind it.

"Tell me one," he said, pulling her shirt over her head, then reaching back and unhooking her bra.

"Only one?" she teased, as she bent down to push off her leggings.

"One for now." He smiled and stayed her hand. "I'm the one who strips you naked. You only remove what I tell you to." He removed her leggings and panties, helping her step out of them. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're even more gorgeous than in my dreams." He stood there for a few seconds, staring at her before nudging her backward and onto the bed. Maggie reached up to cover herself. "No, Maggie, let me look at you. Tell me what you fantasize about."

"You," she whispered. "I can't stop thinking about how you'll feel inside me."

He finished unbuttoning his fly, and his cock jutted out, pointing at her like a compass toward true north. "I don't have any condoms with me."

"No need. I had to have a complete physical before coming, and I've been on birth control for years."

"Same… well, not the birth control, but we get tested regularly, and I'm clean."

She reached out her hand to him. "Then why don't you come and join me? Sara went to a lot of work to get me a bed that was bigger and more comfortable than a regular cot."

"You do realize I'm a Dom, right? That I need to have a certain amount of control in my relationship. I'll take care of you and make sure you get what you need. But in sexual matters, I lead, and you follow."

Maggie was beginning to like where this conversation was going. "Then why don't you lead your way back to this bed you pushed me onto and have your wicked, dominant way with me."

"Fuck. You are going to be the death of me. Your brother is not going to be pleased."

"Do you really care?"

Kane shook his head. "Not one damn bit," he said, kicking off his boots and stripping himself in record time. There was something to be said for military efficiency. He stood, all six feet four inches of gorgeous naked body, and she couldn't take her eyes off his beautiful erection. He shook his head. "I've never met someone like you before."

He joined her on the bed, pulling her close.

Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck. "Is that a compliment?" she asked as she kissed his chin, nose, cheeks, and finally his mouth.

"Definitely a compliment."

He rubbed his nose back and forth over hers before settling his mouth on hers and kissing her deeply. He bit her bottom lip and forced his tongue inside. He'd just fulfilled another fantasy. Their tongues met, tangled, and danced around. Maggie loved the way he made her body feel. Without warning, he ended the kiss but began to make his way down her body—kissing, licking, sucking and nipping. Her whole body lit up like firecrackers on the Fourth of July.

"Kane, let me feel you inside me. Please." She fisted her hands in his hair, trying to pull him back up.

His hand was already resting on her mound, and he slipped it lower giving her clit a sharp pinch. "Patience," he warned before resuming his descent. "First, I need a taste of you."

"One more fantasy bites the dust," she teased as she leaned up on her elbows, watching her body get excited as he teased her skin with his warm breath, lips, and teeth.

"You thought about me doing this?" he asked, pushing her legs further apart and dragging his finger over her heated flesh.

She might have had some saucy answer, but her ability to speak, as well as think, was cut off as he dropped his head, his tongue circling her clit. It was all Maggie could do not to climax. She lay back, lifting her pelvis, trying to get closer, and was rewarded by a sharp nip.

"I lead. You follow," he rumbled.

Every cell in her body lit up. He pushed two fingers inside her and continued to tease and suck on her swollen nub.

"Kane. Fuck. Oh, fuck."

She fisted her hands in the scratchy blanket and tried to prepare herself for whatever might come next. Kane sucked her clit into his mouth, and that was it; her body lifted off the bed, and her eyes flew open as a powerful orgasm swept over her. She'd never experienced any release like that one ever in her life.

Her body fell back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. Kane inched his way back up her body. Her legs fell open wider as he settled himself between her thighs. The head of his cock nudged her opening before he grasped her hips and thrust himself inside. Maggie damn near climaxed for a second time just from the way he entered her.

Suddenly she understood. This wasn't just sex. This was possession.

He stilled, and he looked down at her. "You're so beautiful, and you're mine—not just at the dig, but after."

Maggie nodded as she reached up and moved her hand down the side of his face. "Please. I need more."

He didn't hesitate. He dragged himself back and then surged in again. Maggie cried out from the feelings coursing through her body. The one fantasy that had helped her sleep at night had just been fulfilled. This was way better than her dreams, though.

"Come for me again, Maggie. I want to feel you come when I'm buried deep inside you."

His possession had been almost enough to make her come. The command in his voice had set her free and she cried out as her pussy clamped down on him. He began to pound into her—driving deep, hard, and fast. He changed the angle of his body, forcing her to take more of his weight. Again and again, he thrust into her, allowing her no respite as he took what he needed from her, her inner walls shaking and quivering.

Maggie's breath sped up, and the noises she was making became little whimpers as a third orgasm approached faster than she had thought it would. Who was she kidding? Her past experiences in bed had resulted in a single orgasm… if she was lucky. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she began to pant, wildly aroused and terrified at the same time by the power he had over her already.

"Again, Maggie," he growled.

It was as if his words commanded her body to do as he wanted. She fell—no leaped—over the precipice into ecstasy as he gave a final, ferocious thrust deep inside her. She screamed into his mouth as her pussy spasmed and clamped down hard, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold, greedily milking his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

When he was done, he settled on her, almost smothering her with his weight before wrapping his arms around her body and rolling them to the side, still connected. She fell asleep or passed out—she was never sure which—until he woke her some time deep in the night to have her again.

Maggie had come awake the first time to find herself on her side, facing the tent wall with Kane spooned against her back, his arm thrown over her middle with his hand resting on her mound, as if declaring even in sleep that she was his and that her sex belonged to him. She'd found his other arm stretched over her head and had reached up to intertwine their fingers.

The next time, he'd awakened her by rolling her onto her belly, pulling her back to the center of the bed where he'd dragged her up onto her knees, kneeling behind her and shoving himself deep in her pussy. At first, she'd struggled, worried that it might not be her pussy he meant to use. While one hand gripped her hip, the other wrapped around the back of her neck, keeping her face against the mattress.

"You stay where I put you," he rumbled. "Not that I don't have plans for that sweet little ass of yours, but not here and not tonight."

"Kane…" she started, and then conversation and thinking was no longer needed as he shoved himself deep and rode her hard through three orgasms before driving deep and filling her completely with his warm cum.

He eased her down, still buried deep inside her. "Sleep," he commanded. "I won't be here when you wake in the morning, but never doubt that the time of my fantasizing about you has come to an end. I mean to have the reality of your being mine. Do you understand me?"

Happily, she said nothing and drifted off to sleep. She might not know where the future would take them, but she meant to enjoy the here and now. Whatever was happening at the dig was still frightening, but she feared it less knowing Kane would be with her.