“This is stupid, Chloe!” I called out over my shoulder, throwing a glare at her as she emerged from the shelter.
She gave me a neutral glance while slinging one of the parachute belts over her shoulder, keeping her amusement hidden. It didn’t work… I knew it was there.
We had taken shifts all night doing the same thing over and over again. That stupid pattern was burned into my brain so deeply that I could have recited it in my sleep.
“There’s no way this is going to work!”
“Marcus,” Chloe said, leveling her gaze at me as she raised her hands, displaying her palms toward the sky to show them empty. “If you have a better way of trying to reach them, I’m all ears.”
She was right, of course. As stupid as it seemed, Chloe’s plan felt like the only half-plausible way of possibly getting anyone’s attention. Our problem was simple: since no one had come for us, the helicopter’s transponder was likely broken, so there was no way for anyone to find us. Well, there was no way, except one, and that was the tracker Chloe had Shea implant in me when she messaged me for the first time in Vegas. The problem is… she hadn’t told anyone else about it. Even Shea had been fed some bullshit about it being a treatment for stress and sleep regulation to help me deal with the complications of becoming a billionaire. I didn’t understand all the lingo, but the words ‘subdermal’, ‘cortisol’, and ‘neurological therapy’ were used. Apparently, she didn’t want anyone getting wind that she had a way of tracking me, except for people she could trust to not only keep it a secret, but take that secret to the grave if needed. The only one that fit her criteria was Henry Psalter.
It was a fine idea until we ended up lost in a Norwegian wilderness with no way to know if anyone would bother telling Psalter about the situation. After all, he was busy doing important work by tracking down Roger VanCamp’s stupid face. He could very well show up in the next five minutes, or it could be days or longer before he was informed and was able to utilize the tracker to find us. Chloe wanted to do everything possible to minimize the chance of the latter.
And that’s where the remote to Helen’s vibrator came in. Besides the helicopter transponder, which Chloe had been unable to reach through the wreckage, it was the only thing that came even close to resembling something that could connect us to the outside world. After suggesting it around the fire last night, she interrogated me on how much I knew about it, which wasn’t much. I recalled what Erin had told me as she was packing my bag:
“It just has one slider for vibrator intensity… no fancy controls like pulse. It won’t show you battery life or anything, but it’ll still work. As long as you’re in range of a cell tower, you can probably use the remote, too.”
“Sounds like magic,” I’d said.
“Money works miracles,” Erin had responded as she laid a couple of shirts on top of it.
“This would be one hell of a miracle,” I muttered, manipulating the slider on the remote again. My thumb was going to have permanent arthritis after this.
“What was that?” Chloe asked, taking a couple of steps closer to me.
“Nothing,” I said. “Have a nice day at work, dear.”
“I’ll bring you back a present,” Chloe said, actually giving me a soft smile. She turned, kipped the pack up on her shoulder, and strode in the vague direction of the cabin. “Tell Astrid I said hey.”
I watched Chloe leave, appreciating that well-sculpted ass poured into denim that clung tighter than it had due to their dampness. It was difficult to stay dry when the air was soupy. At least it wasn’t hot like some southern swamp.
Chloe was bantering with me. It wasn’t a lot, but it was more than the occasional dry snark I was used to. I knew she was quick-witted, but I didn’t think she could be funny and… pleasant.
I also didn’t know she could fuck like that. For all her talk about conserving energy, Chloe was a machine who wouldn’t quit until I was too tired to go on. I’d always enjoyed Chloe’s company when she decided to do more than grunt, but this was a whole new level. If we weren’t roughing it so much and afraid for our lives, I might have enjoyed it out here with just the two of us, getting to know her better.
There was Astrid, but she didn’t count, and I’d essentially been ignoring her since I called her out for her attempts to manipulate me.
…which was something I probably needed to rectify.
Sighing, I stood up and headed toward the shelter to pick up a power bar and some water, manipulating the controls every few minutes as I did so. Then I made my way to the helicopter, calling out as I reached the entrance. It wasn’t like she could do much damage, but I didn’t want to scare her and perhaps risk her attempting to utter a Norwegian curse that would follow my children… or whatever they did up here.
“You awake?” I asked.
A voice drifted from the helicopter a few moments later, “Yes.”
“Thought you might be hungry,” I said, leaning against the twisted remains of the chopper’s passenger door. I held up one of the rations as I peered down at the trapped woman.
“Starving,” Astrid said, and despite having the ability to display a great deal of emotional control, I saw the look of relief in her eyes as she focused on the food in my hand. It might have even been lust.
“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry ,I didn’t come down last night to feed you. I kind of forgot about you.”
If what I’d said bothered her, she didn’t show it. “Chloe visited me briefly last night. She gave me a few more of those warmers, a cup of soup, and filled me in on her plan.”
“Oh?” I asked. It must have been after I passed out—which didn’t take long. After a day of scrounging and surviving in the wilderness, sleeping came quickly… especially in the arms of a warm, naked woman. We hadn’t even had sex. “Good.”
“I get the impression she doesn’t like me.”
“She’s pretty intuitive,” I admitted. “She could probably tell there was something off between us.” I tore open the packaging and waited for her to wriggle an arm free of its confines to reach for the offered food, biting a third of it off and chewing it ravenously.
“Mm,” she said, her blue-green eyes sliding halfway shut as her jaw worked to chew her food. She laid her head back down and reveled in the taste before swallowing it. I watched the muscles in her throat work up and down. Her pale porcelain skin was marred by streaks of dirt and a little bit of grime, but she was still beautiful enough that I imagined my fingers wrapping around that throat. I could almost feel it against my lips.
As she lay in that position, swallowing her food, she looked an awful lot like she could have easily swallowed something else I gave her. Bobbi came to mind, lying across my bed with my hand wrapped around her neck as I slid my full erection past her lovely lips. I remembered the bulge in her throat pressing against my palm, causing me to throb as my brain bathed in lust-addled power.
I could have done the same to Astrid, and you know what? She probably would have let me. What was she going to do? Bite it off? Chloe and I were her only chance of getting out of here alive… and she certainly deserved it after what she’d done to Bobbi. I licked my lips as my gaze traveled down that ivory tower to the hollow in her throat.
Maybe Astrid wasn’t the only monster out here, after all.
“It’s a stupid idea,” Astrid said, pulling me out of my momentary lapse in attention.
“What?” I asked.
“Chloe’s plan.” Astrid’s gaze dropped to the device in my hand. “That.”
“Chloe told you about that?” I asked, holding the remote up.
“The likelihood of Helen using it is remote,” Astrid said. “There isn’t much reason if the person with the controls isn’t around. Besides that, what are the chances that it’s sending a signal all the way out here?”
“Does your phone work at the cabin?”
“My father had cell towers installed out here five years ago, yes. But—”
“Good enough for me,” I said, cutting her off. I made sure Astrid could see the remote in my hand as I manipulated the slider again, drumming out the pattern. I gave her a look of defiance that suggested that I was enthusiastic about the idea, despite my misgivings.
“Helen was ordered to leave it in until ordered to remove it,” I said. “If it’s working, she’ll feel me banging out Morse code against her ovaries like they were African drums.”
Astrid gave a hearty laugh, which felt good. I didn't enjoy hating people, and despite our disagreement about Bobbi or the way she had been trying to manipulate me, it was nice to see the young heiress acting more like the sweet, calming person I had met in the boardroom that day, rather than some predatory lizard person.
“That image,” Astrid said, reaching up to scrub at the corner of one eye. “Seriously,” she said, “What are the chances she would keep it in? Most people would pull it out after half an hour. It’s ill-advised for a woman to leave things like that for a week at a time inside her anyway.”
I hadn’t thought of that. Part of me hoped she’d take it out at night or to at least wash it or something. Another part of me—the part that wanted to get rescued, and another part that loved the idea of Helen being that subservient to me—hoped that she followed my order to the letter. Who knows… if the miraculous remote could send signals from the middle of the Norwegian forest, then perhaps the miraculous vibrator was made from body-safe silicone that wouldn’t cause UTIs. Erin hadn’t mentioned that, but one could always hope.
I took Chloe’s tactic and said, “You got any better idea?”
Astrid stared up at me thoughtfully for a long moment and then finally said, “I do not.”
“Okay, then. Stop shitting on the one good idea we’ve had.”
And then it hit me… Astrid wasn’t doing anything besides lying around. She had a good reason, but this was a task she could handle, since there wasn’t much else she could do. “You wanna do it for a while?”
The heiress studied me for a long moment and then finally said, “What’s the code?”
I crouched behind her head so her crown was nearly brushing my chest, and lightly rested my hands on her just above her breasts. She tilted her head up to glance at me, her expression unreadable as she gazed at me a touch too long. Then, she turned her attention to the remote, allowing me to demonstrate the series of patterns used to spell out the sequence of dots and dashes, repeating it again and again, and having her parrot it back to me.
Proud that my student had mastered the pattern Chloe was sure would save us all, I smiled down at her, and she tilted her head to look back up at me. Her big, blue-green eyes stared up at me, looking both pleased and vulnerable at the same time. With the placement of my hands on Astrid’s chest and the proximity of our faces, I realized how intimate this could easily become. At this distance, her silken hair looked a little stringy, reminding me that she hadn’t had washed or even brushed her teeth in a couple of days. Despite that, she didn’t smell that bad… as if she kept bad hygiene at bay through sheer will and the natural gracefulness that had impressed me when we first met. I’m sure, compared to me, she smelled magnificent.
Once she got the pattern down, I left the remote in her delicate piano fingers, but I kept the sides of my half-curled fists resting on her chest, half of them lay on her bare skin. It felt slightly warm, compared to the damp forest air, and it was a nice change.
“I’ll… get you some toiletries,” I said, meeting her gaze.
She gave me a small, seemingly genuine smile. “Am I that bad?”
“No,” I said. “I mean… a little, but… you know.”
The corners of her mouth turned up a little more, and a twinkle of amusement danced in her eyes. “I know. Thank you.”
Part of me knew she was a monster, but then there were moments like this where she seemed so… human. Once again, reminding me of that lovely, slender woman I’d met at VistaVision. She’d been so… elegant… graceful. I was seeing more of that now, and I liked it.
I also liked the shape of her lips.
“I’ll bring them back in a little bit,” I said, flicking my eyes toward the remote. “Just keep that up while I’m gone, okay?”
“Thank you. I will,” she said as she began repeating the movements I showed her on the remote.
I rose to my feet, letting my hands stay connected to her soft skin until the last possible second, my fingers trailing across her collar bones before departing as I straightened. I nodded and looked around at the forest, trying hard not to notice how close my crotch was to her head.
Seriously… why was I like this? I’d just had my world rocked by a smoking hot goddess last night, and now I was three seconds away from openly groping the woman I was developing a distaste for. Seriously… what the fuck was wrong with me?
“Alright,” I said, backing away from the heiress. “Be back in a bit.”
______
Monday, September 9th, late evening
I was in the middle of opening a pouch containing something resembling chicken à la king when I heard someone call out, “It’s Chloe.”
It had been loud enough for me to hear her without being so loud that it would have carried much further than the immediate area. It startled me, and I was out of my crouch with the gun drawn and aimed in her direction before I processed what had been said. Two seconds later, I saw Chloe’s dark form emerge from a patch of trees, walking at a languid pace that made absolutely zero sound. Seriously… she could have been a freaking ghost.
“Nice reaction time,” Chloe murmured, not slowing her approach.
“God, Chloe. I was starting to worry about you,” I said as I lowered the pistol. I clicked the safety back into place and started to slide the gun into my back pocket.
“Don’t put it there,” Chloe said. “Back pocket’s too small for that thing, and the pants are too tight.”
I hesitated. “Where should I put it?”
“Preferably in your bag, which you should keep near you, but if you’re not gonna keep up with it, then in your waistband. Front or side.”
I sighed and tucked the gun in the front right side of my waistband. I felt like my mother was lecturing me, but Chloe was the expert. If she said having my gun in my back pocket was a dumb move, I wasn’t going to argue. It was also a little annoying that her first words at seeing me again were to praise and critique my use of a gun, but I had to remember who I was dealing with, here. Besides, whatever aggravation I felt was overshadowed by the fact that I was simply happy to have Chloe back.
“How’d it go?” I asked, striding toward her.
“Ugh,” she said.
That’s when I noticed her limp. “Hey! You okay?”
“I’ll live,” she said.
Yeah. Right. As I hurriedly closed the distance between us, I could faintly smell something metallic around Chloe. She was bleeding, and it had to be significant enough for me to smell it out here in the middle of the forest with all the other scents to contend with.
It didn’t take long for me to find it. The right portion of the back of her shirt was crimson.
“Chloe!” I gasped, touching the shirt and pulling back to examine fingers slick with blood.
“Can we not do this?” She said, side-eying me.
“You’re hurt!”
“Glad you noticed.”
I started to feel bad that she was sniping at me like this, but then I remembered who I was dealing with. Chloe was a woman who relied on and took pride in her strength. She must’ve felt vulnerable at that moment in front of her employer/lover… or whatever the hell we were.
So I tried to let the sarcasm wash over me. “Do you need help?”
“Not to walk,” she said. “I’m gonna need help stitching this gash up, though.”
My steps faltered a little as I walked beside her. “I can’t do that.”
“You’re gonna have to,” she said without looking back at me.
“Goddammit,” I muttered as I picked up the pace to follow her into the hut.
Once inside, she knelt near the edge with her eyes closed, waiting as I bunched up the parachute material into a semblance of a comfortable mattress for her to lie on. Then she unceremoniously face planted into it.
“Med kit,” she said. “You should have everything you need in there.”
“Don’t you need to remove your shirt first?”
“Give the boy a ride and he thinks he can get it whenever he wants.”
I could feel my cheeks flushing. “That’s not—”
“I know what you meant,” Chloe said. “There should be some scissors in there. Cut the shirt off. It’s
seen its final days anyway.”
She had a point there. The shirt had a large slice down the back just under the right shoulder, and it was thoroughly drenched in blood, so I set to work cutting away the shirt with a small pair of shears that were made specifically for this kind of thing.
“God, Chloe,” I said as I peeled away the bloody cloth. The cut looked deep, and the amount of blood she was losing… well, I wasn’t a medic, but I was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to last if she kept leaking blood like that. “What happened?”
“Got jumped,” she said, sounding more tired than I’d ever heard from her.
“You got jumped?” I asked, making sure I heard her correctly. By now, I was convinced she was nearly superhuman, so the idea that someone might have ambushed her was one part unbelievable and two parts terrifying. “By who? Batman?”
She gave half a chuckle and then winced. “No. I was engaged with two of them and was too focused to see the third one come up behind me.”
I gingerly touched her skin around the fresh wound and glanced down at the thread and needle in the small kit. “Three on one?” I asked. “And this is all they managed to do to you? You got lucky.”
“Real lucky,” Chloe agreed. “Still, it’s three fewer men that we have to deal with if we need to take the cabin.”
My stomach did a couple of flips as I pulled the needle and thread out of the box. Chloe’s final comment was meant to be some kind of encouraging word for both of us, but her tone made it sound hollow. Her voice had a thread of desperation that she just couldn’t repress.
“How long can we keep this up?” I asked as I threaded the needle, preparing to do something I didn’t want to do.
“I don’t know,” she said quietly.
We remained quiet for the next ten minutes or so as I concentrated on sewing her up. She stopped me early on to request a Tylenol, and then occasionally offered me some advice on how to best approach the medical procedure. I finished it off with some super glue, which Chloe informed me was initially invented as a medical tool. Between the bad sewing job and the adhesive, by the time I was done, Chloe was thoroughly patched and no longer leaking.
“Thanks,” she said as she started to roll onto her left side.
“Here,” I said as I placed a hand on her shoulder to offer support as carefully as I could. I cautiously reached behind her, arranging the parachute material to provide as much support as possible while she settled into place.
When I pulled back onto my haunches, she was settled into place, looking at me from underneath a fringe of dirty blonde hair that threatened to fall into her eyes. I reached up and brushed the wayward strands away, tucking them carefully behind her ear.
“Thanks,” she said, offering me a smile that hit differently than any of the others she’d given me so far. Those rang of amusement. This one, though…
Before I could put too much thought into what it meant, my eyes were distracted by a veritable feast. The light issuing from the Sterno did lovely things as it danced along the curves of her bare abdomen and toned arms. She looked like a fucking badass. Lying on her side, propped on one arm, her hair over her shoulder, while the strap of her bra draped down her arm… she was a vision.
And I was hungry for her.
Which felt wrong. She was injured and covered in blood. It felt wrong to lust after her while she was wounded.
Though I wasn’t sure I was entirely to blame on that score. The way Chloe carried herself, you wouldn’t have thought it bothered her that much. It made sense that Chloe had taken her injury and its care in stride. As I stared at her body, I couldn’t help but notice the collection of scars she had. Having spent last night exploring her body in the dark, I wasn’t able to see visual details, and the sex this morning had been focused on her face as we had a slower, lazy fuck. Now, in the light of the flame, I could see a thin scar running across half her abdomen about three inches above her navel, stretching from the middle of her stomach to disappear around her left side. A similar, but fainter line ran from her chest across her right breast, where it vanished beneath her bra cup. I’d noticed another scar across the right side of her lower back, and now that I could stare at her without her shirt on, I could see not one, but two bullet scars—one in her right side and one just below her left shoulder.
God… the injury tonight must have seemed like a mosquito bite compared to everything else she had endured.
“I saw Tanaka’s kid today,” she said. “Resemblance was pretty good to his old man. He looked pissed.”
“You saw him?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said with a grimace. “I would’ve taken the bastard out if I’d had a clean shot.”
“Please tell me you aren’t serious. They probably would have caught you if you’d done that.”
“I thought about it. I think there’s a fifty-fifty chance that they’d just leave if I had tagged him. No one there to pay the bills, so no reason to risk dying. Still… I'm not much good to you dead, so it’s probably just as well.”
“Yeah… I'm gonna veto the whole dying thing,” I said.
“You’re the boss,” Chloe said, shrugging a shoulder. Only, it was the bad one, and she winced as she did it.
I grinned. It was nice to see a glimpse of the Chloe I was getting to know peek through the curtain again.
“So, no dying,” she went on, “but I'm headed back out tomorrow.”
“You’re in no condition,” I protested.
“You’re gonna have to drug me to get me to stay, Marcus. Either that or tie me up.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, only half joking.
“If we were back in the mansion, maybe I'd let you, but this isn’t the mansion, and I'm not letting you stop me.”
“What happened to conserving our energy?”
“You didn’t have any concerns about conservation last night,” Chloe said.
I rolled my eyes, “Chloe—”
“Marcus, I know what I’m doing. I counted at least nine more mercs out there. There could be more. We need to thin out the herd more before we get to the point where the cabin is our only option.”
“Nine!? Look what three of them nearly did to you!”
“I’m gonna take a different approach tomorrow,” Chloe said, arching an eyebrow at me.
“What approach?”
“We’ve got a rocket launcher and two more rockets. I’m going to use them.”
I balked.
“At the cabin?” I asked once I recovered.
She nodded.
“Don’t we need the cabin? What about the staff Astrid hired to take care of us? What if they’re still inside?” I asked.
“I'm gonna do it carefully,” she said.
I shook my head in disbelief but refrained from saying anything. What could I say that would convince this woman not to do something she was hell-bent on doing? I was reasonably certain that if it came down to a physical fight, she could still take me out in point zero-two seconds. Besides… she was right. She was the expert, and if she felt like she could shoot a rocket at a cabin without destroying our chance at communicating with the outside world or hitting one of the staff that might potentially be alive inside, who was I to argue? I should shut up and just let the woman do her job.
So, I decided to change the subject.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, pointing to the thin scar across her abdomen. I let my fingertip trace across the barely-there ridge of tissue.
“Razor wire in Yemen,” Chloe said in the same tone she might have used to tell me where she got her morning coffee. The defiant gleam in her eyes was beginning to fade into something softer.
“Hm,” I said, letting my eyes wander over her body. Next, I ran my finger over the bullet scar just above the razor wire injury. “What about this?”
“Upstart warlord in Kenya,” she said, fighting a little smile. Her abs rippled slightly as I ran my fingers over her skin around the old wound. Could she be a little ticklish?
“I’d tell you more, but most of it’s classified,” she concluded.
“Jesus,” I said. “What about this one?” I brushed the bullet hole just below her shoulder with the back of my knuckles.
“Henry,” Chloe said.
Record scratch.
“Psalter?” I asked.
“That’s the one,” she said, unable to hide an amused smile.
“What the fuck?”
“We disagreed on how to solve a problem. He did whatever it took to dissuade me, and he was right.”
“He shot you!?”
“It was years ago,” Chloe said. “Water under the bridge.”
I eyed her for several moments, wondering if I was going to get any more information from her, but when it was clear she wasn’t going to offer it, I started to caress her skin again.
I noticed the rhythm of her breaths began to increase; it was subtle but unmistakable. Her golden brown eyes were fixed on me, the firelight reflecting in them beautifully.
“What about this one?” I asked, brushing my fingers across her upper chest, tracing the faint scar down to the softness of her freckled breast. They hit the fabric of her bra and then moved across the edge of the cup molded to the gentle swell of her chest. Encased in the supportive garment, it was like the softest velvet, with just the slightest resistance from my fingers as they indented her skin.
“An ex,” she said. “He was a Chinese operative.”
My caresses slowed, but didn’t stop—my shock wasn’t nearly as palpable as hearing about the last scar.
“You got duped by a Chinese spy?” My fingers dipped under the bra, the backs of them sliding over her skin until my fingertips grazed a nipple. Chloe’s eyelids twitched as I came in contact with the sensitive bud… the only sign she gave that it had been effective.
“It was more of a Mr. and Mrs. Smith thing,” she said.
“You’ve lived one hell of a life,” I said, placing my palm on her upper breast as my finger continued to explore underneath.
“Yeah,” she said, not making any move to stop me. If anything, I sensed a subtle shift in the way she lay, more pressure against my palm that I hadn’t instigated. I took it as a subtle invitation for me to continue my explorations.
My lingering gaze wandered back up to her face, trying to memorize every single strong line and curve of her beautiful features. I’d said it before, but Chloe was a walking contradiction—a GI Jane with the wholesome, borderline-cute face of someone you might find running a bake sale for her kids. I’d never met someone quite like her. I could very quickly… very easily become obsessed with this woman, and as observant as she was, she had to know how much I liked her.
I just wish I had some kind of idea how she felt.
Without words or ceremony, I simply leaned in and placed my lips on hers.
Place was the only word to describe it. Our lips brushed with the friction of curtains softly caressing. Our noses grazed each other, light nuzzles.
She wasn’t reacting… simply letting it happen, which felt like a very Chloe thing to do. She wasn’t pulling away, which I took as permission to continue.
I gingerly slid my arm around her, unclasping her bra before helping her carefully work it down her arm and removing it entirely before returning my lips to hers once more. Those soft grazes began to turn into gentle kisses, and she began to match my fervor. Lips slid across lips. Tongues would playfully reach for each other.
A soft, throaty purr rolled from deep within her throat.
Some part of me thought I might lose the Chloe I had last night… that something dark would happen, causing her to revert to her old self.
I was so happy that the Chloe I’d unveiled last night was still here—my Chloe.
Cupping a cheek in one hand, I pulled away from the tender kiss and opened my eyes just in time to see her eyelids flutter, and for a moment, I saw weariness.
I ran my thumb across her cheek. “Maybe you should get some rest tonight.”
For the first time in my life, I saw Chloe’s brow knit in confusion. Her brown eyes studied mine as if looking for answers.
“I want this,” I said, racing to make sure she understood my intent. “I want you. I’m just worried about you going back out there while you’re injured.”
Chloe rewarded me with another one of those secret smiles. “I promised someone that they could be on top tonight.”
I snorted, unable to keep a grin off my face.
“How about I lie back and let you do all the work this time… maybe see if all that practice you’ve had pays off.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
Chloe made a face, “Of course you didn’t. I did almost all the work. It’s your turn.”
______
“Get up here and fuck me already!” Chloe growled, twining her fingers through my hair and tugging on it.
I grinned and kissed the inside of her thigh, enjoying the earthy taste of her slathered across my mouth. Then I gave her inner thigh one more long lick that ended with the tip of my tongue dipping into her quivering, soaking slit for one more potent taste of her fluids before obliging my warrior goddess by climbing up her body.
After eating her out to two successful orgasms and getting both loads of feminine arousal splashed all over my face, I had a new appreciation for the term ‘dripping wet.’ After all, Chloe’s liquids were gathering in droplets at the point of my chin and splashing on her taut belly as I crawled up it.
I lowered my head to lap up a few droplets, taking a moment to detour across her belly, tracing the length of that scar I found earlier before breaking away to go chasing after one of her breasts. My lips traveled up the slope of one of her soft tits and inhaled her perfect nipple. I lightly chewed on it as I crawled to my knees and between her legs so I could ready to invade my bodyguard with my very hard cock.
Despite Chloe’s injuries, she had little problem hauling me around. As she got more and more desperate for my dick, the more she communicated her insistence by bodily hauling me the rest of the way on top of her so that the tip of my cock rested on her pussy. All I would have to do was push, and I would be buried in that slippery, wet pussy in one go.
Chloe yanked on my hair again, pulling my mouth of her tit and dragging it up to hers. She was already breathing heavy as she pressed her mouth to mine, her breaths wafting over my face as she panted, “You’ve got to stop teasing me, boy.”
With that, she wrapped her legs around my waist just above my ass and pulled me into her. My cock slid into her all the way to the hilt in a single thrust, and I could feel the walls of her pussy constrict and release around my shaft despite how slippery and wet she was.
“Ahhh,” she softly exclaimed into my open mouth before cutting herself off with a kiss. Like the others, this one was full of warmth and simple need. There was no frenzied passion or superheated, all-consuming desire. It was an act of two people who had been through a lot in the last few days coming together to find comfort and warmth in each other.
It was about companionship.
It was about being with someone in a lonely world.
Our kiss deepened, going from a soft dance of lips to one of dueling tongues, playfully and languidly moving back and forth between each other’s mouths as if trying to decide which one they preferred to reside together.
One of my hands was planted beside her head, keeping me aloft on top of her. The other was firmly planted on her breast, kneading the firm globe like a stress ball and paying special attention to the nipple. Each squeeze ended with my grasping the small, sensitive nub between my palm and finger to twist it, sometimes hard enough to illicit a little his from my bodyguard.
Meanwhile, my hips thrust in and out of her, spearing her again and again with long thrusts that were meant to be all about the experience and not about the endgame. I pistoned in and out of her at a rate less like a jackhammer and more like a woodsmen’s saw.
It fucking worked. Chloe met my thrusts, her hips rolling at a laid-back gait as we both found a rhythm that we enjoyed. We were in no hurry… there was nowhere to be till tomorrow morning.
To be honest, I was enjoying Chloe so much more than usual that part of me was reluctant to go back. A small part (a tiny part, mind you) wanted to stay in this forest forever. And just keep enjoying Chloe. Of course, I knew that wasn’t possible. There were evil men still working for me, and I had a lot of people depending on me.
However, I had a feeling things wouldn’t stay like this after Chloe and I returned to the real world. Here, she could let her guard down a little more, strangely enough. Despite having a group of mercenaries trying to kill us, running out of food, and being dangerously low on toiletries, this was a proverbial paradise, and taking the risk of losing what I had with Chloe wasn’t worth it.
I was under no illusion that a traditional relationship was in our future. I was starting to wonder if I would ever have a conventional girlfriend or wife, but if Chloe were open to continuing whatever this was, I would be an incredibly happy man.
The problem was that once we returned to the real world, I wasn’t so sure she would be open to the idea. We hadn’t talked about it at all, but I knew her well enough to know this probably couldn’t last in our everyday, day-to-day life.
That was future Marcus’s problem, though. For now, I needed to concentrate on enjoying what I had.
Chloe tore her lips off mine, and I immediately sought her jawline and neck with my lips. I wrapped my arm around her waist, keeping her close and trying to do my best to avoid her wound as we fucked.
“Marcus… I’m gonna cum again if you keep this up.”
“Good,” I muttered, my lips brushing her ear. “That’s what I want. Scream for me.”
She wrapped one arm around my neck and held me close as her pleasure mounted and her climax approached. She gritted her teeth and threw back her head.
“Ughhhh!” she groaned before cutting it off by burying her face in my neck.
She shuddered in my arms, and her vocal pleasure and vibrating body put me over the edge. I had to warn her. “Chloe… I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Do it,” she gasped, still rolling through her climax. “I want to feel it.”
Well fuck… that sent me over the edge.
I also growled, trying to keep my voice somewhat low as I continued plowing in and out of Chloe, filling her in long, hot pulses until I couldn’t hold back anymore, positively drenching it in my seed.
Finally, I dropped my head on her shoulder, having enough wherewithal to make sure it was the good one, then closed my eyes as I slid off her body and drew her in close to me. Chloe wasn’t an active cuddler, but she seemed to enjoy having it done to her, and there was never a better place than the middle of nowhere on a cold night to cuddle.
Over the next few minutes, we both settled down, our breathing and rhythm evening out as our heartbeats regulated, and I found myself starting to doze as we both lay there in the single Sterno flame.
“I’m thinking of quitting when we get back to the States.”
Chloe’s voice cut through the beginnings of my sleep as if it were made of gauze, and suddenly, I was wide awake. I lifted my head to look down at my beautiful bodyguard. “What?”
“My position. I think I might have to vacate it after we return home.”
My heart sank in my chest as I stared at her in shock.
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