I slide my hand down. I circle a finger around her clit and then plunge a finger inside her. She’s already so wet from coming that I don’t need to. But I want to tease her a little.
She complains, impatient. "No, I want you. All of you."
I fist my hand in her hair, pulling her head back. Not too rough but insistent. I soften it by nibbling on her earlobe. "Patience. I need you to be a good girl.”
"Please I’ll be a good girl. Fuck me, Walker," she begs.
My woman is not to be denied. Using her hair like a handle, I have just enough room to rise to my knees and bring her to all fours by pulling her hair. She lets out a pleasure-filled moan. Without letting go of her hair, I grip my cock with my other hand and place it at her entrance. I push inside her in one smooth thrust, her body yielding to mine like it was made for me. After that, I don't waste any more time. I don't tease her or draw it out. I can't.
She asked for the animal, but she's already made me one. A starving, desperate creature that can only be sated by her.
I thrust deep, and she lets out a beautiful moan that sends fire through my veins. "Let it out, baby," I encourage. "There's no one around for miles. Scream for me. You're mine. Tell the world you're mine. Your pussy is mine."
"I'm yours," she pants, meeting each thrust with equal force.
"And I'm yours, baby," I growl back, meaning it more than any vow I've ever made.
"You fill me up so good," she gasps, her words nearlyundoing me.
"Your pussy is so tight," I respond, feeling her begin to clench around me.
I let go of her hair and grip her hips. I’m slamming into her now with all my strength, and she cries out every time our bodies smack together.
Her moans and my grunt crescendo with the wet slapping of our bodies.
Her climax hits her hard, her entire body shuddering beneath me, and I immediately follow, spilling inside her with a primal groan that comes from the deepest part of me. A part that only she touches.
We collapse together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. After a moment, she laughs.
"What's so funny?" I ask, turning her to face me.
"Your dirty talk has greatly improved, frozen caveman," she teases, her eyes sparkling.
I raise an eyebrow, feigning offense. "You can't give me those spicy novels to read and not expect me to glean tactical information from them."
"Noted, soldier," she says with mock seriousness.
I kiss her, soft and slow, but give her a quick spank on her ass as I do.
The Montana wilderness stretches out before us as we hike, jagged peaks cutting into a perfect blue sky. It's a beautiful day—not a cloud in sight, but the sun isn't punishing, and the breeze is pleasant, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers.
Naomi walks ahead of me on the narrow trail, her movements confident and sure. She's wearing hiking boots and shorts that show off her long, toned legs. Her blond hair is pulled into a ponytail that swings with each step. I want to pull on it again.
But my constant lust for her is dampened slightly by the hurricane inside my chest. The little box in my pocket feels like a grenade waiting for the pin to be pulled. I hope it’s going to make my dreams come true, but it could just as easily blow up in my face.
The past few months were just as Naomi said they would be. We weathered some pretty terrible things together when we first met. So when every day, run-of-the-mill problems come up, we can handle them. We’re a team.
Just last week, we helped a woman whose husband was threatening her. Her brother hired us. Our new security consulting business is small but growing. Naomi tracked down all the information I needed to corner the guy and threaten him just enough to back off without crossing any lines that can't be uncrossed.
"We should bring Static in on cases like that," Naomi had suggested afterward, her eyes thoughtful. "He could help with the digital tracking. Make our operation more efficient."
"We don't need his help," I'd replied, perhaps too quickly. "You're amazing with research."
She'd given me that look, the one that sees right through me. "Maybe it's not for us to have his help," she'd said softly. "Maybe it's for us to help him."
Her big, beautiful heart. Yeah, I want to ask for an eternal stake in that.
We reach the summit after an hour's climb, and the view is just what I’m looking for: forever mountains and valleys in every direction that meet a forever sky.
