Page 30 of Revenant's Fire

“Get naked while I assume the position.”

“Position?” I ask as she manhandles me to stand at the foot of the bed.

She quickly pulls off her tank top, throwing it on the chair behind me. Her bra joins it and then she's wriggling out of her jeans and kicking her boots off.

“Yeah, I saw it in a movie,” she grins as she flops on the bed, head hanging over the side. “Now, fuck my mouth.”

***

“You’re staring again,” she says, running a finger down my cheek.

“I like looking at you.”

“Good. You’ll be looking at me for a long time, buddy,” she says with an impish grin before her hands thread through my hair, scratching gently at my scalp.

“I’m not a good man-”

“I know. You’ve told me, like a million times. A million and one now.”

“I just want you to know what you’re getting into.” I let out a long breath. “I’ll never be what you need or deserve. The military, the men I lost, the people I couldn't save, they wear on me. I almost lost my faith, I’m barely hanging on now and you deserve better. A man who is whole in both his spirit and his faith.”

She stares up at me from where she’s lying. Her gaze searches mine. “What were you like before the world broke you?” she asks softly.

I think back to the younger version of me. The me before I shipped out. “I was excited. Full of energy for what was to come. I welcomed the challenge of doing better, working harder, moving up the ranks. I could call shots, save with my words and my actions.”

“And you think you can’t do that now?”

“Not like I did.”

“Well, that’s good. This world doesn't need the old, unbroken Revenant,” Sunny says, sitting up and crossing her legs, gripping my large, rough hands in her soft ones. “This world needs you as you are. The old you wouldn't last a second in Winlaw. You’d get your ass kicked up and down Main Street. The Saint’s Outlaws need this Revenant. The one that doesn’t think twice about taking a life. The one that protects his brothers not just with his words but with his gun.” I stare at her, her big brown eyes full of fire. “I need this Revenant.”

“You really want me, don’t you?” I whisper in awe.

“I don’t go killing men and fighting whores for just anybody.” She looks at me as if I’m an idiot.

I cup her soft face, gently so as not to hurt her. “You really aren't bothered about shooting those men?”

“No one shoots my man,” she whispers.

“Is that what I am?”

“That’s what I told the common room earlier when I claimed you, so, let's not make a liar of me.” I press my lips to hers and it’s awkward as fuck because I can’t wipe the smile off my face. She pulls back, gripping my face tightly, brows low. “Get serious man, I’ve been horny since we finished our last round and I’d like another two or three before the end of the day.”

I groan at her words and she takes that as a sign to gently lick at my bottom lip before her tongue slips into my mouth, sliding over mine in a kiss so earth shattering that I know I’ll never have another like this in my life. She throws her arms around my neck and flops back onto the bed, her thighs spreading to accommodate my bulk, my hard cock nestling up against her core.

Her hips buck beneath me, first gently, then harder, wilder. She tears her lips from mine. “Too slow, old man. Get inside me. Now.”

I do as she says. Sunny is my mistress. She owns me in every single way. I dip the head of my cock into her entrance, shocked at how wet she is. I push in a little further, her heat making my balls draw up already. I’m tempted to mark her. Claim her with my cum, but I know we’re not there. Yet. I pull back, smirking when her arms fling out and she lays like a beautiful fucking starfish. Blowing a raspberry at me.

“Come on, Revenant, hustle!” she demands, before flopping around on the bed until her ass is right there, begging for my hand. “Ow!” she squeals, before moaning when I rub out the sting.

“Stay. Right. There,” I murmur, cocking her right leg up, opening her up for me.

Her pink slit glistens in the low light as I straddle her other leg, lining myself up. She looks up at me over her shoulder, eyes hooded, hair a fucking mess.

“I saw this in a movie,” she whispers, gasping when I press my thick cock into her.

“We’re gonna talk about what movies you’ve been watching,” I grit out, pulling out a little before shoving back into her.