“Again,” I murmured a few minutes later.
“My pleasure,” Vortex replied. But neither of us moved while we recovered. I wondered how many condoms he had in that box!
Vortex
Content, I sat on the porch, dressed warmly and watching the sun come up. Amy was still sound asleep, and a smile crossed my lips. God, she was addictive, and I was worn out from last night. My cock couldn’t get enough, and twice I’d woken Amy to fuck her senseless. I’d given her six orgasms and had five of my own. I was wrung out but knew my cock would be ready to go if I stripped off and moved between her legs.
Amy was beautiful anyway, but in the throes of passion, she surpassed beauty. I planned to feast on her repeatedly until I’dstamped myself into her very skin. Amy wouldn’t be allowed to leave me. I was falling hard, and she was mine. I’d kill anyone who came between us.
A faint buzzing noise came from close by, and I frowned. What the hell. My eyes narrowed in the rising sun as I spotted something hovering. A fuckin’ drone! What the fuck! I didn’t think or hesitate, and yanked my gun and shot the thing down. Jumping to my feet, the front door banged open, and Amy appeared looking panicked.
“Get dressed, I just downed a drone.”
“Where are you going?” Amy gasped as I stepped off the small porch.
“To locate the data card. Lock the door, baby, and get dressed. We’re returning to Merritt.”
Bless her heart, Amy didn’t argue, even though she looked disappointed, but hurried back inside. The locks engaged, then I stalked through the trees to find the drone. It took a few minutes, but I located it. I picked it up and tore out the data card. I nearly broke it into pieces and then decided I needed to see what was on it. A rustle in the bushes made me glance around, and I confronted a guy in his twenties.
“What the fuck?”
“This yours?” I demanded, holding the drone.
“You shot it down!” he exclaimed.
“Reporter or wannabe social media star?”
The guy instantly looked cagey, as if trying to figure out what would get him into the least amount of trouble.
“You’re trespassing, and I can shoot you in self-defence,” I snapped and pulled my weapon.
“Social media! I tracked her phone!”
Fuck! Rookie mistake. Should have known better. Angrily, I threw the drone at him. “Leave now.”
“I need that card back.”
“Why?”
“Because I do,” he insisted, squirming.
“What’s on this?” I demanded. Shit, had he taken pictures of Amy and me last night? If he had, he was dead. Nobody would find the body out here.
“There are snaps of me and my girlfriend having sex,” he finally admitted.
“So you came to take images of me and mine, but don’t want yours spread about?” I shouted.
“Yes!”
“Tough luck, asshole. When I get back to Merritt, you and your girl are going to become overnight sensations!”
“You can’t do that, she’s not done anything!”
“Neither does my old lady deserve it, but you were fine posting our pictures. How’s it feel, fucker? You’re about to be violated instead of violating my woman.”
“Don’t, please don’t,” he almost sobbed. “My job will sack me if they get out.”
“But you didn’t give a fuck if you ruined Amy’s life and career, did you? That was okay because it would go viral and you’d get likes. You’re about to be a media sensation for a whole new reason. I’m counting to five. If you ain’t gone, I’ll start shooting.”
