26. Diego

Roni did remarkably well with the gun. She slowed down her breathing and her aim. She showed no hesitation to pull the trigger, as if she were guided by good instinct or years of practice. I was thoroughly impressed and kind of turned on by the sight of her aiming down the sight. Strong used to joke about how turned on he got watching Abbi in action. Now I sort of understood the feeling. There was just something about watching a sexy woman relax her body and prove just how deadly she was that got the blood flowing to all the best places.

We'd been practicing in the prone, with her on the ground aiming down the sight, and I was crouched just off to the right, my hand on the back of her thigh, just so she'd know I was there. After she'd shot the full mag, she turned to look at me with a smile.

I watched as she took me in. The bulge straining in my jeans probably made it obvious just how fucking horny watching her made me. Those hands that were now so capable of killing a man were also capable of bringing me sweet relief, and I wanted it. Now.

I was going to be leaving her soon, and there was no way I'd be able to do that without fucking her one last time. I didn't think my feet would physically carry me away if I didn't get one more chance to make her scream.

My heart beat was loud in my ears, like the river in the valley below us, as Roni slowly, seductively reached forward and unbuttoned my shirt. My gun was tucked into the back of my waistband. The cold steel added a contrasting sensation to the warmth of Roni's fingers. She'd only peeled off her gloves seconds ago. They laid on the gravel beside her, next to her jacket. The sun left us with an unusually warm day, and the sunshine felt good on my skin.

I pulled Roni up and over to me, and then her lips were on mine, our tongues fighting for control of the kiss, and my fingertips dug into the skin of her waist, under her shirt. She moaned into my mouth as I applied more pressure with my fingers.

"I didn't realize that handling a gun was such a turn-on for you. How did you ever make it through your time in the army?" she teased as she barely removed her lips from mine.

"I didn't realize it, either. Now that I know about it, we can never go back," I quipped.

"Don't worry, not even my father's horror at me handling a gun would stop me. I like the feel of it in my hands." Her sensual voice delivering that innuendo made me want to bite her lip in punishment. Now was not the time and place to discuss her dad, unless she was going to call me daddy.

I pulled the gun from my waistband and dropped the clip and cleared the weapon without even looking at it. I stuffed it into the back of her waistband. "Does that make you feel powerful?" I asked.

She sucked in a breath, stealing it from my lips. "No, it makes me feel dangerous."

God, her words went straight to my dick.

She pulled off my shirt and then pushed me so that I sat on one of the tree stumps we'd been using for target practice. She straddled my lap and grabbed the hem of the t-shirt I'd worn under my flannel, and she pulled the fabric over my head, the action bringing her breasts right to my face.

I took advantage and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall out of the fabric. I grabbed them with my hands and massaged them as Roni ground her pelvis into my lap.

"Dangerous," I echoed as she suddenly pulled back.

She stared at my bare chest as it heaved with lust. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." Her eyes made a trail to the V the muscles of my abs made.

"God, I hope not." I placed my hands roughly on her ass and gave the soft flesh a hard squeeze. She moaned in response and began to grind against my lap again. She might like to feel dangerous, but I liked to feel in control.

I stood up with her ass in my hands and quickly dropped her to her feet. I grabbed a handful of hair and turned her around so she was facing away from me. I pulled the gun from the waistband and set it on the stump we'd just been sitting on. I was going to fuck her until I physically couldn't come anymore, and this stump and the birds and the bees were going to have a front-row seat.

I used my grip on her hair to bend her forward so that she was bent halfway to the stump, still on two feet, her hands out of reach of the ground. I used my other hand to grab her hip and line my rock-hard dick with the soft flesh of her ass. I wasn't going to let the barrier between us remain in place long, but I wanted to see a wet spot on her jeans just for me.

I rocked against her and reached forward with my hand to slip it down the front of her jeans. My fingers were greeted with sticky-sweet warmth.

"What else do you like about me besides my abs?" I demanded.

She let out a shaky breath as my finger started working a slow circle around her clit. She arched her back further, her head coming closer to my hand holding her hair. "You're fingers," she said with a moan.

The sound went straight to my dick, which twitched in my jeans, begging to be free. There was no need to torture myself. I used my hand in her hair to guide her down, and I gently shoved her down onto the stump, face down, ass up.

I unzipped my fly and freed my cock. I used one hand to stroke it a few times. "What else?" I demanded, and I rubbed my cock against her ass cheek, teasing her.

"That," she said breathlessly. She dropped her head forward so that her forehead rested on the wood of the stump. She wiggled her ass in front of me.

The sight was just too much for me to ignore. I wanted to tease her further, but she was teasing me just as much, and I wasn't a glutton for punishment. I dropped to my knees, pushed her back down further, giving me the best view of my feast.

Then I dug in.

My tongue found her seam, and I felt Roni's whole body tremble beneath me. Her body quivered against the hard, unforgiving wood below her. I focused my attention and my tongue on her clit, and she nearly launched herself off the wood. I used my arm to hold her down, making sure she couldn't wiggle her way out of the pleasure I was dying to give and take from her. I circled and nipped with my teeth; I didn't even bother to stop and take a breath. She arched off the wood and let out a strangled moan as she came. I cleaned up the evidence of her orgasm with my mouth as the aftershocks overtook her. She tasted perfect; not even living in the Alaskan bush could damper the attraction I felt to her.

I stood up and walked to the other side of the stump. She eyed my dick in my hand eagerly. She got on her hands and knees and moved a foot closer to the edge, so that she could take me into her mouth.

Her lips wrapped around my shaft, and I felt a sense of hunger and belonging. This woman ruined it all for me. I was never going to find another woman like her.

Her tongue danced across the skin, and she sucked me in further. My hand tangled into her hair, and I slowly pulled her closer, allowing me further down her throat. I reached behind her with my other hand, and my finger found her pussy, and it was drenched. I was met with no resistance as I began to finger her while she continued to work miracles with those lush lips of hers.

I felt her body tighten up, and she rocked her hips, trying to get my finger to go deeper and deeper. She hummed while her mouth was still full of my cock, and it sounded suspiciously like "faster."

I picked up the pace while doing everything I could not to spill my load down her throat. No, I was saving that for her pussy, which was begging for what only I could give it.

Right as she was about to come, I ripped my hand away and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She let out a cry of disbelief before I pulled her hands out from under her, causing her to drop onto her stomach. With one good push, I rolled her onto her back so she was staring up at me.

"I'm going to make sure you can't forget me while I'm gone," I told her as she bit her lip in anticipation. I lined my cock up with her entrance. She was soaking wet for me, just the way I wanted it.

"Oh yeah?" she asked. Her lip twitched upward in a smug smirk as she challenged me. "How are you going to do that?"

I closed the distance between us and felt the sweet relief of being inside her. I wasted no time going slow. Slow was for those soft, sweet occasions, when making love. No, this wasn't that. We both needed it hard and fast.

The sounds of my grunts and her cries echoed off the trees around us. There'd be no telling how many splinters we'd have in our hands and knees, but every one of them was worth it.

My balls tightened as Roni stared up into the sky, as if she couldn't see it. She called my name, her fingers curled into the skin of my arms as she clutched them. Her back arched, drawing my attention to those beautiful breasts of hers. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and there was no more holding out. I let go of my last bit of control, picking up my speed, and with one last thrust, I grunted. I found my relief in the naked, messy-haired Roni, who laid sprawled across the stump as if she were posing for a pin-up.

I wasn't so sure I ever wanted Geneva to be found and brought to justice, not if it meant hiding away with Roni and fucking her into oblivion every day.

A guy could get used to this.