Chapter 12

TWELVE

Ranger

Ava is waiting in the front doorway when I pull up. It surprises me, but she walks out to greet me.

"You brought your trailer." She nods toward where I'm parked.

"Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow morning for West Virginia, work is calling. I do a round in Broken Falls every couple of months. I have a few very good customers there, and they pay me extra." I rock back on my heels, wondering what she's going to make of this.

Her eyes cloud, lips firm into a line, but she reaches forward, wrapping her arms around me. "Take me over to your trailer? I wanna see what the inside looks like."

I pick her up, spreading her thighs around my waist.

"You should probably let me walk over. I'm way too heavy for you," she whispers in my ear.

It angers me to hear her say things like this about herself. "The fuck you are, Ava. You're perfect." I come to a stop right before I open the door and walk in. "I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone else. I don't let women into my trailer, I've never slept with one here. I don't bring them back here."

She pulls her face back to where we can look at one another. "But you're about to bring me in here?"

"I am." I hitch her up, and put a hand on her face, running it down the side before gripping her neck. "Not only am I bringing you into my private space, I'm gonna get all up in your private business if that's okay with you?"

She nods, nostrils flaring with arousal. "It's more than okay with me."

"Good." I open the door and lead us inside. "This is it, everything you can see is where I live, except for my bedroom. It isn't much, but it's more than enough for me." And maybe one more person .

"Show me the bedroom?"

Walking to the back of the trailer, I step through the doorway and within two steps, I hit the edge of the frame. "Not super roomy, and this is a small bed, so we'll have to be close."

Her eyes flash with arousal. "We don't need a lot of room, Ranger. Trust me on that."

"Get undressed, I'll watch."

She giggles when I set her down, and she starts taking her clothes off. I slowly take mine off as I watch her, enjoying every bit of the flesh she reveals to my gaze. Leaning down, I work on kicking off my boots, she clears her throat. Glancing up, all I can do is stare at her curves, and the smile on her face.

"You better finish." She grins, before hopping on the bed and spreading her legs. Her hand trails to the middle of her body. "Or I'm gonna get started without you."

Tilting my head to the side, I watch her. "Go ahead, I'll enjoy that just as much as whatever else I'm gonna do to you." My eyes travel up to hers. They meet mine. When she starts touching herself, her pupils dilate. I observe for longer than I probably should, but eventually I take a knee on the bed, and walk toward her on them.

Going between her thighs for just a taste, I drop down and get a lick of the part of her that gives me so much pleasure. She moans, closing her thighs around my face, before spreading them again. Moving up her body, I give her a smile, trying to keep my weight off her.

"Give me all of you, Ranger. I can take it."

Finally leaning the entire way in, letting her take my body weight, my lips capture hers. It's a slow kiss, akin to two teenagers fucking for the first time. No tongue at first, until we tilt our heads just right, then we share a breath as we open our mouths. For long minutes we kiss like this, getting to know one another again—me taking what she's offering, but not asking for more. Then I feel the change in both of us. She opens her mouth a little farther, a little wider, and that's when I sneak the tip of my tongue in, tasting, remembering how her flavor lingered there after our last time together. Her fingers grip the flesh of my shoulders, pulling it up so that my stomach rubs against hers. I can feel the heat building between us. My bare skin swipes against hers, cock right at her core. She's hot, wet, and ready for me.

With slight pressure, I press her mouth closer to mine, let my tongue explore, taste every inch, and once that's not enough, I push my fingers up slightly, gripping the strands of hair between them, pulling so that I expose Ava's neck. I don't stop, don't take a second as I smear my lips to the left, moving down past her jawline, along the strong column of her throat. She moans, digging her nails deeper into my skin, pressing her core tighter against me, rocking to a rhythm only the two of us hear. My teeth nip her flesh my mouth sucks, hopefully marking it for anyone who happens to look. She's thrusting against my body, and my cock. Fuck, my dick hurts as it strains against the opening of her pussy. I haven't felt this way since I was a teenager, uncomfortably turned on by a girl in gym who massaged my neck.

"Ranger, that feels good." She moans as she tilts her head this way and that, always giving me new skin to mark, to explore. I could stay here all night, uncovering every inch. I know without a doubt it won't ever be enough. I'm beginning to admit that, to myself at least.

Finally, I break my lips from her skin, going back to her mouth. Her thighs tighten around my waist, squeezing. Moving my hands down to her hips, I pull her close to me, before flipping us over. She squeals and I moan as her body comes heavily into contact with mine. She hangs on for dear life as we kiss again, this time more passionate and using our entire bodies to help us convey our emotions. My palms cup her ass as I hold onto her.

Settling myself against the headboard, I bring her over my waist, letting her straddle my hips. I groan when I feel her bare skin against the calloused tips of my fingers and palms. Ava is soft and although she's seen the bad in the world, she's dealt with it in such a positive way.

"Ranger, please." She gasps, and even though I don't necessarily know what she's asking for, I vow to give her whatever I can.

Her lips and teeth suck and bite on my earlobe.

"Fuck." I let the word fall from between my lips. Let my hips push up against her hot middle, searching for some way to satisfy the desire I have to plunge so deep inside her there's no telling where I begin and she ends.

"Oh yes." She bites at the column of my throat when I grasp the globes of her ass before letting go and slapping one of the cheeks. She lifts up on her knees, and given the position we're in, it's easy for me to reach her clit from behind. "Shiiitttt," she draws the word out in one long syllable as my index finger goes right where she needs it.

Moisture has gathered at her center, enough so that I can slick two fingers against her skin and slightly begin to push them between the folds of her pussy. I flip her back over so that I can see her.

"Don't stop," she begs as I take my free hand and move it to the front of her body, lifting one of her tits up so that it's easier for me to get to. My eyes meet hers as I take her nipple between my teeth, sucking harshly, biting a little, just to see what she really likes. She goes crazy in my lap, thrusting against my cock.

"Not gonna stop," I promise as I situate myself enough so that I can press my feet against the cover, to give me just a little bit better room to work.

Her hands start playing against my stomach, rubbing against the muscles there, causing me to sweat, forcing me to gust out bursts of air to try and keep from fucking before I even get inside her. The way she's grinding against me, completely letting go of her inhibitions are enough to make me crazy. The shaking fingers of her hands fumble as she reaches down, grasping my cock between her fingers, I moan with relief. "Ava, put me inside you. Fuck."

She does what I ask, lifting up even farther on her knees, before sinking down on top of me.

We grind against each other, kissing, licking, scratching, sucking, doing whatever we can to help make the experience better. Just as I'm sure I can't take anymore, we both come against one another. She gasps into my ear, this hot intake of breath with a surprised squeal that will likely do it for me every fucking time.

The moan torn from my throat is one of complete and utter depletion and the realization that nothing will ever be the same again.

For the first time in years, I'm not sad about the prospect of life changing. I'm actually beginning to look forward to it.