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  Wait. There. The fabric, it's skin-tight, but not hugging every curve. Next to his cock where he's bulging out, there's just a little bit of fabric that isn't touching his skin. It's not much, maybe a fraction of an inch on each side of his thick shaft, but I can do it. With trembling fingers I reach up and pinch the fabric. It's barely enough to have a decent grip, but I haven't broken the rule about touching any of his body, and I pull, easing his cock out of his briefs.

  It pops free, and I'm shocked at how big he is. Long, thick and heavy, he droops with the weight of it under his shaved crotch, and I look up, licking my lips.

  “Perfect. Now, ease those shorts down, and you can have a taste.”

  I can go faster now, and pull Carson's shorts the rest of the way down, letting him step out before I gather it and his pants and with the last of my control, fold them and set them next to the other clothes. I kneel down in front of Carson, looking up at him and smiling. “How did I do?” I ask hopefully.

  “Perfect, dove,” Carson says, smiling as well. “Now, one taste. Understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whisper, reaching up and trying to wrap my hand around his cock. He's so big though that I can't even get my fingers closed around his shaft, but seeing him shiver and his cock twitch at my touch, I'm hungry for more. I reach out with my tongue, tasting the tangy saltiness of his cock, running my tongue around the big head. Licking down, I taste him all the way to the base of his cock before kissing my way up, and licking the shaft again. “May I suck just one time?”

  “Making requests already?” Carson teases, amused. “I may have to train you a bit more forcefully than I thought. You have a choice. You can, but if you do... I spank you later.”

  I nod, knowing that while he's not saying it, the worse I tease him, the less I'm going to get spanked. I open my mouth, letting my tongue hang out and resting the head of his cock on my tongue while I look him in the eye, and slowly ease his cock in between my lips. He's even bigger in my mouth than in my hand, and my jaw aches almost immediately as I slide more and more of him into my mouth, until he's buried in the back of my throat, but I'm barely halfway down his cock. My tongue bathes his cock with my spit as I suck, relishing the taste in my mouth, and draw him out slowly, rewarded at the end as just before he comes out, a drop of his precious precum coats my lips, and I lick, moaning thickly at the taste.

  “My little dove,” Carson says, his voice tender but demanding as he pulls me up. Lifting me in his deceptively strong arms, he lays me down on the bed, spreading my legs. “Are you naturally this sparse down here?”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, feeling his searing gaze on my pussy.

  “It's the most beautiful I've ever seen,” he says softly, looking up at me. “You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

  His words cause my pussy to ache in need. I'm so wet, I need him inside me, but I know I'm giving myself to Carson, and he's in control fully right now. Giving in to him just increases my pleasure.

  “You deserve a reward,” Carson says, getting between my legs and taking his cock in hand, dragging the head between my lips. I gasp softly when his cock touches my clit, electricity jolting through me like a thunderclap. He's powerful but restrained, and I know from the look on his face combined with the feeling in my body, I'll never be the same after this. Carson hisses as well and slides his cock between my lips again, pausing with the head of his cock stretching me open. “How long has it been for you?”

  “Over a year,” I answer, my throat working. I want to feel his cock filling me, making me his. I know whatever else, it will change me forever. “You can take me however you want.”

  “I'll go slow,” he says, sliding just a fraction of an inch inside me before pulling back. His eyes never leave mine as he opens me up with small, slow strokes that send warm tingles up my body, never causing me any pain at all. Suddenly my pussy opens, and he sinks deep, both of us groaning at the sensation. “Oh shit…”

  “Carson,” I gasp, my legs wrapping around him and pulling him deeper into me. There's a hint of pain as I feel my walls stretch, but I'm so hungry, I need him all the way inside me. As he bottoms out I feel filled for the first time in my life, complete in both body and soul.

  His eyes burn a hole into my soul, a hole where he's going to pour himself, making me his for all time. He pulls back an inch before thrusting in again, his cock stretching me the rest of the way and ripping away the pain, leaving behind the molten pleasure of his cock inside me. Leaning down we kiss, his tongue caressing mine as his hips lift, driving again into me, harder this time. I gasp, he's so big and I feel so alive, my body crying out for more. “Sir...”

  “You can touch me,” Carson whispers in my ear, lifting his hips again and thrusting, his chest rubbing over mine and sending sparks from my nipples even as his cock turns my pussy into a sheet of pleasuring flame.

  I wrap my arms around him, holding on as he starts thrusting, our bodies moving together in passion and desire. Each thrust of his cock shatters me, tunneling into my heart and soul as his lips taste my skin, my skin on fire where his lips and fingers touch me. I can't help it, I let loose the words that have burned inside me even more than wanting to submit to him. “Carson... fuck me, please fuck me...”

  He speeds up, his cock thrusting faster and harder as we move past the games and to a place where it's just our two souls, our bodies coming together. His eyes find mine and in his glowing silver-gray gaze, I see my future as his. His hips slap into mine with low, sharp slaps that have me digging my fingers into his back, and Carson smiles. “You can scratch me if you want, it's okay. You don't have to hold back.”

  Carson reaches back and lifts my legs, opening myself to him even more, and he begins pounding me. His cock is hammering into me as we build higher and higher together, my body jolted and shocked with pleasure every time our bodies crash against one another. I'm breathless, barely able to think it feels so good, and I do dig in, my fingers hooking into claws to hold on to his back and shoulders, and I feel his skin tear under my fingernails. Carson is growling in reply, his hips moving harder and faster, claiming me as his, tonight, tomorrow, and forever if he'll have me.

  “Carson, oh God,” I pant as he hammers his amazing cock into my body. I'm trapped, caught on the edge of coming by a man who was made for me, body and mind perfect to me, and I want him, I need to feel his come inside me. “Please Carson, let me come.”

  “Together,” he promises, and he speeds up, harder and faster, plunging himself over and over into my stretched pussy, fire sweeping through me over and over, so fast I can't tell when one wave stops and another begins. All I know is that my body is being burned up from the inside out, a fire of pleasure that is destroying me, eating me up, and I want more of it.

  Carson's cock swells, and I can feel him so close. “Andrea... I'm...”

  “Yes!” I cry out, not caring if the whole fucking world hears me right now. My body wants to finish what we've started. I fall, my orgasm sending me tumbling, crying out my joy as I feel Carson swell bigger and pulse within me. Suddenly warmth, complete and perfect warmth fills my body.

  Afterward, Carson kisses me tenderly and strokes my hair out of my face. “That was... that was perfect.”

  I can see in his face what he’s thinking. He thinks this was a one-time thing, a comfort I would take from him because of my stress and momentary insecurity, and that I would leave it behind once the sun rises. Or maybe even once Nathan's shift on watch is over. “Let's get cleaned up. I don't think Nathan needs to walk in on the two of us naked. I don't play three ways,” Carson says smiling.

  I chuckle, and pull him close. “I don't either. I don't want to share you with anyone.”

  “Except 'Lissa,” Carson says. “We can have this. But I will always love 'Lissa and take care of her. Are you cool with that? If not... we should stop this before it goes any further. It'd only be more painful later, if we can't deal with this now.”

  I nod, rolling to the side and getti
ng out of bed. I go over to the bathroom and run a washcloth under the warm water in the sink, squeezing it out before wiping my body down. “I know. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. There's many different kinds of love, isn’t there?”

  Carson nods, and gives me a look. “Is there? I haven’t felt anything other than what I have for 'Lissa.”

  I smile. Neither have I, but I have hope. “Maybe we can see where this goes. I don't want us to be caught up in the moment.”

  Carson smiles gently and nods. “Okay, my dove. Then let's get dressed, I see that Nathan comes off shift in ten minutes. We've been at it for almost two hours. Guess foreplay took longer than we realized.”

  I slide off the bed, pulling on my panties and shorts, when a soft knock at the door interrupts us, and I pull my shirt on quickly. “Yes?”

  The door opens a crack, and Katrina sticks her head in. “Hey guys, you two decent?”

  “What do you mean?” Carson asks quietly, and I have to smile. He sounds bashful, and I can understand. He's not ashamed, just that we've been avoiding it, and now it seems we've been caught.

  “I mean, Andrea's kinda loud, even with a hallway between us,” Katrina says with a soft laugh. “Melissa and BA slept through it, but you woke me and Jackson up. Anyway, we had a talk, and Carson, I've got next shift. Jackson will get the four to six shift. Also, Nathan's going to crash in our room tonight. You guys mind if he shares the bed with Melissa? We thought it'd help the nightmares if they happen.”

  “No... no, that's fine,” Carson says, slightly shook up but recovering quickly. I look back and see him pulling his shirt on, and I hold my hand up. He nods, and I leave the bedroom, going into the hall with Katrina. Nathan gives me a single respectful nod as he passes us, going into Melissa's bedroom, and I'm left in the hallway alone with her.

  “You didn't have to be so understanding,” I say softly, and Katrina smiles.

  “Of course I did. You're family, and I love you.” Katrina gives me a hug, and I hug her back. “Now go get some sleep. Even if that was overdue, I need you both to be well rested for tomorrow. You two engage in any more shenanigans, and I'm going to show you both some things that'll shut down your libidos for the next two weeks, got it?”

  I chuckle and hug Katrina again, nodding. “Yes, ma'am.”

  “Don't make a habit of that, you could make your Sir jealous,” Katrina says, then whispers in my ear. “Jackson didn't hear that part, that's between you and me, okay?”

  “Okay. Thank you, Katrina. I love you, Baby Girl.”

  “That's better. I love you too, Andi. Have a good night.”

  I wake up to the most amazing feeling, Carson holding me in his arms from behind. When I told him Katrina's request, he agreed, but still it feels amazing to have this man holding me safe and secure in his arms, the alarm softly chiming that it's five thirty.

  “Mmm, good morning,” Carson says, nuzzling my neck and kissing me right behind the ear. “Did you sleep okay?”

  “That was the best three hours of sleep I've had in years,” I tell him, kissing the knuckles on his right hand. “Seriously, you're like a security blanket.”

  “Hmm, glad to know,” Carson chuckles, squeezing me tightly.

  “Before we get up, can you say it one more time please?”

  “Say what?” Carson teases, chuckling.

  “You know…”

  Carson laughs softly and kisses behind my ear again. “How about this. I don't know what the future will bring, but will always be my dove. And I’ll be happy to be your Sir.”

  I shiver and push back, feeling his cock hard against my ass, and I moan softly. Carson strokes my breast through my shirt, and I'm tempted, but we both know we don't have the time. “Tonight maybe?”

  “Tonight,” Carson promises. “In fact, maybe we need to...”

  Carson's words are cut off as Maverick's booming barks cut through the morning, both of us sitting up, galvanized. Jumping off the bed, we jam our feet into our shoes, and for the first time I'm glad Nathan insisted on us sleeping in our socks, something we kept on even as we made love last night.

  Carson grabs his pistol off the dresser, and hands me mine. “Come on, let's move.”

  Chapter 16

  Carson

  We come out of the house fast, Jackson already outside, pistol in hand, scanning the dooryard. “I heard him out in this direction,” Jackson says, his eyes flinty as he points toward the back area with the target range. “But he's stopped.”

  “Follow me,” Nathan says, concerned. “Keep frosty, two groups. Carson, you are with me. Katrina, you take Jackson and Andrea, stay here and protect the house.”

  I nod, sweeping with my pistol as Nathan leads us off the porch. I glance up to the second floor and see Melissa, a pistol in her hand, looking down on us with concern. She's still strong though, and she's ready to do what she can to protect BA if she has to. Andrea gives me a worried glance, but goes inside with Katrina and Jackson, locking the door behind her.

  It's foggy this morning, foggier than normal at least, and we can barely see half of the dooryard as we go straight through. “Carson.”

  “Yeah?”

  “We stay together. We cover less ground that way, but it is safer. If you see anything, tell me. Orloff is a total sociopath, but the fact he prefers blades to guns gives us a slight advantage. Expect him to still be carrying though.”

  I nod, and we head toward the direction Jackson pointed. Nathan's eyes sweep side to side and we move in a quick, but not rushed walk. Nathan is on my left, and we both have our pistols up.

  “Why'd you tell the others to stay behind?” I ask quietly as we move.

  “Because it may be a diversion.”

  “Gotcha. And why the two of us?”

  “I’m the best fighter, and you know the terrain best,” Nathan replies succinctly, then holds up his hand, signaling us to stop. I do, and he points, whispering. “Up ahead.”

  I look where he points, seeing a large shape in the mist, underneath an oak tree that separates the dooryard from the beginnings of the fields that lead to the back. It's big, whatever it is, and I raise my pistol back up, flicking off my safety. “I'll lead. I get jumped... take care of Melissa.”

  Nathan nods and I move toward the shape, details becoming clear as I get closer. “Oh no...”

  Nathan, who's taken up a kneeling position covering me, calls out. “What is it?”

  “Maverick,” I reply, walking closer. I reach the body, and I can barely contain my horror. The big, lovable dog, who never did anything worse than worm his gigantic, sleek head under your arm to look for more affection, lays dead.

  The body's still fresh, with warmth and steam rising from him. Nathan comes closer, and I can hear a tremor in his voice as he looks. “I’m so sorry, buddy,” he says, his voice quavering as he strokes the dog's big head. He looks over at me, and I see a tear trickling down his cheek.

  “Come on, we need to secure the grounds. We’ll bury him after.”

  “Okay.” We start to head back, Nathan's pistol up and ready. He's moving slower now, carefully, not letting anything escape his attention. I know part of it is that he's in pain, and he's angry. Unlike most people though, this causes him not to rush and make mistakes but to slow down, to try and go more carefully, making no mistakes at all.

  We circle to our right, by the barn, when suddenly from the morning shadows something flies out of nowhere, splashing me. I'm temporarily blinded and jump back, wiping at my eyes. It stings, whatever the hell it is, and then the smell hits my nostrils. It's the rich coppery-sick smell of blood. I'm soaked, and I blink, wiping again to try and see.

  What I see is Vadim Orloff, but this time instead of an ice cream white suit, he's dressed in speckled camouflage, dark blue and green. Nathan's got his gun already moving, firing, but the guy is fast, and I understand what Katrina meant by his freaky speed. He rolls underneath Nathan's shot and swings his hand, the knife that suddenly appears in his hand easily sl
ashing Nathan's leg on the side.

  Nathan tries to turn, but he seems to not be able to put any weight on the leg, and he goes to a knee. Orloff chuckles and gets to his feet, cocking his hand back to throw, but as his hand moves, Nathan falls to the side, the knife barely missing his head as he fires.

  Nathan's 1911 explodes again in the dawn silence, and Orloff staggers back, holding his left shoulder. I bring my gun up, but before I can fire, Orloff laughs and looks at the wound which is just a scratch on the outside of his arm. I'm not sure, but I think he might even be bleeding less than Nathan, who's trying to crawl in the dirt but not making much progress. “Nice try, Green Beret,” he says, his accent stronger now, and I see Nathan collapse, his eyes wide. “The poison paralyzes quickly, but kills slow. You have earned my respect though, Nathan Black. Very few men would be able to have done anything at all. Congratulations.”

  “Hey asshole,” I hiss, squeezing the trigger on my Smith. Orloff turns to me, his face amused as my pistol goes click, nothing happening. I squeeze again, confused. What the fuck?

  “Smith and Wessons... pieces of Yankee shit trash,” Orloff says, laughing quietly. “If you're going to take on me, boy, you should bring a gun that can fire when wet. Even better, learn how to actually fight, and not rely on weak pussy weapons.”

  I drop my Smith on the ground, advancing. Maybe there's a chance that I can get to Nathan's gun before Orloff can stop me. And maybe the Saints might win the Stanley Cup, even if they're a football team. Fuck it. I'm dead either way.

  “I wouldn't if I were you, Yankee,” Orloff says, another knife in his hand. I take a step toward Nathan and the knife buries itself in the ground at my feet, and I look at Orloff, who already has another knife in his hand. “One more step, the next one is in your heart.”