Ava

AVA

Holy hell. When he steps into the sunlight, I can honestly say that, even after years in the service, I’ve never seen anything like him before. He’s every bit of six feet and six inches, his shoulders are broad, pecs and biceps are huge, waist is tight, and he’s hung like a fucking Thoroughbred. With the hair down to his elbows and the beard to his collarbone, not to mention the hair spreading across his chest and trailing down toward his promised land, he’s a mountain man as mountain men were intended.

“I know what you want,” he says to me, and I watch those muscles flex.

“Oh, yeah? What do I want?”

“You want a fucking.”

I’d like to be insulted, but that would be ridiculously disingenuous of me. It’s honestly all I’ve thought about since he stepped out of the water in the shadows and crept like a giant cat toward me into the light. Now he’s standing so close that I could reach out and wrap my hand around his shaft if I wanted to, and I sure as hell want to. “You think so?”

“Just say it. If you want it, just say it.”

There’s no point in denying it. He can see it, and I know it’s true. “Yes. I want a fucking.”

“Then don’t be mad when that’s exactly what you get.”

In a split second, he reaches out and rips my shirt open, buttons shooting off in every direction. The bra underneath is a front closure, and that’s snapped open instantly. As soon as the cool air hits my nipples, I feel them harden like flint, but before I can gasp, he grabs the waistband of my pants, yanks it apart, and they slide down my legs. “Step out of them,” he orders, then taps my ankles until I spread my feet apart. His fingers are rough as he pushes the crotch of my panties aside and buries two digits in my pussy, pushing me backward the whole time, his other hand on my right tit, twisting my nipple.

I finally get a chance to release a gasp when my back slams into something, and I realize from the roughness that it’s a tree. I’m about to complain when his mouth covers mine, and the kiss is savage and raw, nipping my lips and tugging on them, biting my tongue, stroking deeply into me. The fingers inside me are scissoring, then clawing, and his thumb rakes back and forth across my clit, making me shudder. When he pulls his face from mine, his grin is menacing. “You’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll scream. Got it?”

I’m trying to speak and I can’t. All I manage is, “Uh-huh.”

“Glad you understand.” His hand moves from my right tit to my left, like he knows that nipple is a lot more sensitive, and he squeezes it hard, then pinches it viciously. I let out a cry and he laughs. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re going to get. You need to get on with it. I want you shaking and screaming.” His hand goes back to my right nipple, but his mouth lands on the left, and he sucks and tugs—hard. My hips won’t be still and I’m writhing against the tree, its bark cutting into my spine. Nothing slows; he ramps up his thumb and fingers, and the scraping across my G-spot and abrading of my nub is driving me crazy. I’m trying to hold back, but the orgasm hits me hard, and my hips start to pump, my belly shaking and my back bowing. “Uh-huh. There ya go. Now you’re ready.”

I don’t get a chance to catch my breath before he wraps both arms under my thighs, lifts me just a little, and rams his hard dick into me. It’s as thick as my wrist, and it burns like fire as it stretches me. “Oh, god! Oh, god, hurts. Oh, hurts.”

“Hurts good, doesn’t it?” he whispers into my ear, then nips my neck.

“Oh, god, hurts so good,” I moan as my channel adapts to his size. He’s powering in and out of me, slamming into me hard as he surges forward, and I’m overwhelmed by his strength and sheer size.

“Put your arms up and lock your hands together behind the tree. This is about to get ugly,” he orders, so I do what he says, and when I do, he pulls my lower body out and away from the tree a little.

This is what it means to be fucked. He’s rooting into me so hard that he’s grunting every time the head of his cock hits my cervix, and he’s not slowing. There’s no sign of him coming, just driving into me with a force that’s terrifying. I’m hanging onto the tree for dear life, but I can’t fall. My shoulders are pinned against it, his arms cradling my thighs, and his hardness is impaling me over and over. It’s hard to breathe, but I’m managing. “Damn, woman, I didn’t realize how bad I needed to fuck somebody. Oh, fuck me, you feel good. You’re taking this cock like a pro, and I’m gonna keep giving it to you like a prize bull. You should see this, me pounding into you, my cock disappearing over and over. You’re gonna hurt tomorrow, girl, really hurt. Um-hmmm. I’m gonna destroy this pussy.”

“Oh! Oh my god! Oh, I’m… I’m…” My whole body spasms as another orgasm hits, this one pulled out of me by that monster pole. It’s raking my G-spot like crazy. “Oh, fuck, Tal! Oh, god, fuck me. Oh, fuck me good. Keep fucking me. Oh, damn. Damn, damn, damn,” I hear myself yelling, but I can’t stop.

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he says, stepping closer to the tree, so I manage to get my fingers untangled and hang on. Cock still firmly embedded in me, he carries me into the house and drops me on his bed—a bed that’s shockingly soft and welcoming.

And to my great surprise, he makes love to me. It’s not crazy and wild, but he’s extremely dominant. To my even greater surprise, I really don’t mind that, and that’s weird, seeing as how I don’t like anybody telling me what to do. He’s firm but gentle, demanding but understanding, and does everything he can to please me. I’m blown away by his generosity and his passion. It’s an unexpected but welcome side to him, and I find myself wishing I could spend more time with him.

We’re finally lying on his bed side by side, and I’m so sore that I can barely move. “Okay. You’ve used me as a fuck puppet all afternoon and?—”

“That’s what you wanted.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t. But I want some answers.”

“You’ve earned them. Okay. Shoot.”

“Wow. Nice,” I say with a snort. “You haven’t always lived here.”

“No. I used to live in Cincinnati. I was an investment banker.”

Why do I feel like he’s lying? “And why are you here?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “I watched my wife and daughter die in a fire in a high rise apartment building.”

The memory slams into me. “The VonStratton Towers fire?”

“Yeah. And I came here. I’ve been here ever since. What about you? No husband?”

“Nope. I was United States Army. Fucking my commanding officer. When our tour was over, he told me he was going home to his wife and three kids. Rather than lose my benefits, I kept my mouth shut.”

“Smart move. What did you do in the military?”

“Reconnaissance. Some low-level espionage. Advance team for snipers, looking for vantage points. Stuff like that. Taught me to be stealthy.”

“And that’s how you got into this line of work.”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

We lie there in the quiet, and I feel his hand against mine. He grasps my fingers and lifts my knuckles to his lips. “You’re the first woman I’ve been with since… it happened.”

Holy shit. If he wanted to impart a sense of responsibility onto me, he just succeeded. “Um, thank you?”

“You took it like a champ. I always liked fucking hard, fast, and rough.”

“Glad I could give you that.”

“Hey, I gave as good as I got. Did you enjoy it at all?”

I chuckle under my breath. “Hell yeah. I won’t be able to walk for two days, but I don’t care.”

In the quiet of the room, I listen to our breathing, but out of nowhere, he says, “I just remembered something.”

“What’s that?”

“I was out hunting one day and came across a trailer. You know, an old mobile home. It was empty, but it was obvious someone had been there recently.”

“Did you go inside?”

“Yeah.” And he stops.

“And? What was in there?”

“Uhhh… Big bottles of lube. Condoms. Sex toys. Rope. Tape, like duct tape. And camera equipment.”

“And you didn’t tell anybody?”

“I figured somebody was using the trailer for, you know, a rendezvous. Rendezvouses. Trysts. Cheating. Whatever you want to call it. But what if…”

“I know where you’re going with this, and I don’t like it.”

“Yeah. I don’t like it either, but… What if that’s where the kids are going?”

“But they’re not coming back.”

He nods. “That’s the problem.”

And that’s when it hits me. “Their little friend shows up with money. ‘Come with me and you’ll make a wad of cash.’ One night. They make a fistful of cash. They lure another friend, but when they get there, the friend who brought them is gone.”

“How do they explain that?” Tal asks.

I feel a sadness hit me. “They say, ‘Your buddy made enough to get the hell out of this town.’ Attractive proposition.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember where this place is?”

He snorts. “Of course I do.”

“Then we have to go look. And it has to be tonight.”

I feel him shake his head. “Ava, I know these mountains pretty well, and I really don’t think it’s safe to do that at night.”

“That’s when this is going on. We don’t have any choice. If you won’t go, you need to give me the coordinates and I’ll go by myself.”

“Oh, no. You’re not going by yourself.” He sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed. “I’m not letting the best fuck I’ve ever had wander off into the mountains by herself. We’re both going.”

Time to get dressed. But you can bet I won’t forget that “best fuck I’ve ever had” comment. Not a chance.