Chapter 26 Ranger
RANGER
The second her lips touched mine, everything else faded away. Nothing else mattered.
Because nothing was more important than her.
“I’ve got you,” I said as I slid my fingers through her hair.
She dove back in for another kiss.
“Mmmm,” I hummed against her lips.
She sighed as she tilted her head, and I laced my arm around her waist. At first, it was just to tug her closer, but her hands pressed to my chest. I felt pressure, like she tried to push me away. Did I kiss her too quickly? Too deeply?
“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly, coming up for air.
“Back,” she whispered as she pushed at my chest. “On your back.”
I quirked an eyebrow, but I’d never be able to resist a command from the woman who was too scared to issue them.
I rolled onto my back, my head tilted as I watched her study me.
Her hand drifted down my chest and my stomach.
It rumbled over my thigh, and I felt my cock harden.
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to think of something less sexy.
Rubber ducks in a pond. Dead fish on the beach. Military drills.
I felt warmth slip over my pelvis.
“Marla?” I asked as my eyes bounced open. “You don’t have t—”
“Sh,” she hissed.
She bent forward and dropped her lips back to mine.
A growl bubbled up the back of my throat. The warmth of her body pressed against the one sensitive part of mine as her hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. There she sat, straddling my body, her hair spilling all around us like a curtain.
She grew braver.
Bolder.
Recognizing things that she wanted.
“So proud of you,” I whispered in between our kisses.
“You’re alive,” she whimpered.
“Yes, I’m alive, and it’s going to stay that way.”
Her hips rolled and it pulled a growl from my throat. I wasn’t even sure she knew she did it. I wanted her to control everything, though. This narrative was hers, and I was just a grateful passenger.
I couldn’t help the way my hands migrated to her hips.
“Mmmm,” she hummed against my lips as her hips rolled again.
“I gotcha,” I promised before I laved my tongue into her mouth.
“Ranger,” she moaned down the back of my throat.
Oh god damn it, this woman would be the death of me before a bullet had the privilege.
My hands gripped her hips as she rolled. The friction against my growing groin alone shot electricity through my body. Gone were the sounds of everyone piling back into the clubhouse. Gone were the barking orders of Cap asking for all hands on deck for clean-up.
I had something more important to tend to.
“We don’t have to do this,” I whispered as my hands slid to her thighs, massaging them softly. “We don’t have t—”
I felt my shirt shove its way up to my chin and I jumped. I actually flinched. I pulled back and focused through my haze long enough to see Marla’s hand curled around the fabric.
“I knew it,” she admitted.
She buried her face into my hairy chest and nuzzled.
I chuckled softly as I ran my hand through her hair until I felt her lips puckering. She kissed my chest all over, and when her teeth grazed along my nipples, I groaned.
“Marla.”
I squeezed my hands off to the sides. I’d let her explore however much she wanted, but I wanted her to be in control. No matter how much I wanted to flip her over and rip her clothes off just to take her until she begged for mercy, I wasn’t going to allow myself to lose control.
I didn’t want her to be afraid of me.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as her fingernails slid down my stomach.
“So strong, yet so soft.” “Now you know how I feel about you.” She giggled against my skin before I felt her sit up. She released my shirt, and I saw her straddling me, sitting there, perched on something I knew she wanted to claim.
She stared at the zipper and button of my jeans.
“We don’t have to do anything, Marla.”
Her eyes flickered toward me. “But if I want to?”
The heat rushing through my body pulsed my cock against my boxers. “Then take what you want until you’re uncomfortable, and then we’ll stop.”
She studied me. “Promise?”
“You have my word as a man, Marla. You say stop, and that’s exactly what happens.”
Her fingertips finally gravitated to the button of my jeans and she popped it open. “I want to be on top, but I’ve never done that before. Is that okay?”
My cock kicked in my jeans. Was this really happening? “Anything you want, beautiful.”
She smiled. “Yeah?”
I smiled back. “Of course. You were so brave. You get anything you want right now.”
She smiled that innocent little smile at me while her fingertips unzipped my zipper. I allowed her to take the charge, going so far as to help her wiggle me out of my jeans and boxers. She tossed the remnants of clothing to the floor, and then she just… stared.
She stared at me while my leaking cock rested against my stomach.
“Jesus,” she whispered.
I just laid back and stared at the ceiling, hoping that my eager staring wouldn’t rush her. If this was as far as it went, I’d be a happy man.
But she made me happier when she wrapped her hand around it and stroked.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
“You’re very big,” she said matter-of-factly.
I snickered and smiled. “You know how to flatter a… mmph… man.”
She giggled softly. “And responsive.”
Goddamn it, her hand felt good. I couldn’t help but to buck up into it a bit. “You bring that out in me.”
She continued stroking, allowing her finger to graze over the tip of my dick. “I remember the night at the bar.”
I winced. “Not my finest moment.”
She continued stroking slowly. Languidly. Like she tried to memorize every vein. “It’s one of my favorite memories.”
“What?”
Her eyes fluttered up to me before she released my cock. Fuck, no. Come back. I’d do anything to get her to come back.
Until I saw her stand and shimmy out of those shorts.
“Holy. Fuck,” I muttered.
Those legs of hers came into view, and while they weren’t as juicy or as meaty as my fingertips remembered, she still had softness.
She had a bit of jiggle back on her now from all of the meals I pumped into her.
There were dollops of fat on the upper insides of her thighs that I wanted to suck on.
There was a little roll developing right at her hip that I wanted to grip in my hands.
She hadn’t shaved since we rescued her, which a lot of men would balk at.
But she kept flinching at all of the shaving stuff I put out for her, so I got rid of all of it.
And man, seeing those damp curls of hers peeking out from beneath the hem of my shirt that she wore as she straddled me with that bare pussy of hers was something to be admired.
“God damn,” I growled.
At first, she bent back down and captured my lips. Until I felt her raise her hips. I reached down between us, gripping my cock and standing it upright for her until I felt my mushroom head catch at her entrance.
She gasped against my lips.
“Slow,” I muttered. “You control this. I’ll just lay here and hold it.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She kissed me softly before she sat back a bit, her body weight shifting. I felt her slickness on my cock as it entered her, and the heat that surrounded me shot straight to my balls. She whimpered while her body pulled a growl from me, and I felt her back off.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” I whispered back.
“Just big. Gimme a sec.”
Down and up she went, slowly working her way up and down my cock. Now, I never considered myself a patient man. I wanted what I wanted, and when I wanted it, I took it.
Marla brought out another side of me, though.
A side of me that wanted to relinquish control just to see her smile with safety in her eyes.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned as she inched her way down my cock.
“That’s it,” I growled. “So wet for me. You feel just like I remember.”
“I forgot how big you were, ugh,” she groaned.
Her compliment sent pride rushing through my veins.
I felt her ass cheeks finally gracing my thighs with every pump of her body.
Her juices dribbled down my balls as she seated herself against my pelvis, panting for air as she raised herself upright.
I looked up at the glowing version of a fucking miracle.
A woman who had stumbled up to us with so many injuries and so much lost weight that she wasn’t recognizable.
I recognized this woman, though.
It was the fierce woman I met at the bar. The one who was brave enough to sit there after a long day and enjoy a little moment of unwinding. A woman who was brave enough to step into a scenario with me that she’d never been part of, just to take something she knew she deserved.
“You’re so strong,” I grunted as my hands gripped her hips. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Oh Ranger,” she moaned.
Her hips rolled, and I rolled mine back. She groaned as her hands slammed down onto my chest. At first, she wiggled around, just to get comfortable, so I did my best to keep myself under control. But when her knees planted into the mattress, I felt her raise up.
She dropped herself back down my length.
“Oh good God,” I groaned.
“Mmmm, just as good as I remember.”
I forced my eyes open when she started rolling and swiveling her hips.
There was no rhythm or reason to the movements, just her testing out her body and getting used to it again.
She was breathtaking. She never looked more beautiful to me, seated on top of my cock, taking back what her body was robbed of.
I’d spend the rest of my days convincing her of her strength.
If she’d have me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as I raised my hips to meet hers.
“Oh God. Yeah. Right there,” she moaned.
My hands took a bit of control. I couldn’t help it.
Every time her hips stuttered, my hands gripped her hips and I helped her get back on track.
Every time she pulled up to slide down, I surprised her by meeting her halfway.
I slapped our bodies together, and I watched those small curves of hers jiggle.
I couldn’t wait until they bloomed back into what they were.
If that was what she wanted for her body.
“Marla. Marla. Marla. Oh fuck.”
“Miles. Please,” she whimpered.
She collapsed back down against me, her lips crashing to mine, and I tilted my head to the side.
I slid my hand through her hair as I fucked up into her, the bed scraping against the floor.
I didn’t care who heard us. I didn’t care what kind of show we put on for the world.
They could all watch as far as I was concerned.
Everyone needed to take a play out of her book of strength, as far as I was concerned.
“So close, so close, so close,” she whispered against my lips.
I sucked on her lower lip as I let my hand slide in between us. There was a wet mess against my pelvis, and I relished the thought. Every time our hips connected, wetness splattered, creating a sound that was music to my ears.
“I’m so addicted to you,” I whispered as I released her lip and laved my tongue back into her mouth.
It earned me a moan that rattled down the back of my throat.
My fingertips finally slipped where they needed to be, and she gasped when my skin raced along that sensitive clit of hers. She bowed her back, her forehead connected with mine as she tried to give me room.
“Please, please, please, please,” she panted as her thrusting grew shallower.
“I gotcha,” I whispered as my fingertips danced along her pulsing nub. “I’m right here.”
She bucked against my cock in timing with the circling of my fingers, and I felt her walls fluttering. Juices gushed out from between her legs, drenching me until I felt it dripping to the bed in between my legs. She was a beauty incarnate. If goddesses existed, then I found the mother of them all.
I loved the way she took what she wanted.
I hoped this wasn’t the only time she’d take me as something she wanted.
“I feel you,” I whispered. “Let go. Fall over. I’ll catch you.”
“I’m gonna fall apart,” she whimpered.
I used two fingers to swipe broadly, giving a little more pressure that dropped her jaw.
“And I’ll put you back together, just like I’ve been doing.”
“Never leave me,” she whimpered out as her entire body locked up.
I didn’t change my ministrations at all. “Never, my goddess. I will never unless you give the command.”
“Miles!” she choked out.
Her walls erupted around me as she collapsed to my body, whimpering and shaking and shivering.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and pumped up into her, feeling her bounce as my cock exploded inside of her.
It only took a few quick strokes before the milking of her walls coaxed my arousal from the tip of my dick.
“Marla. Goddamn it, Marla. So good for me. So good. So good.”
She collapsed against me, all sweaty with shivering muscles as I bottomed out inside of her one last time.
My head fell back against the pillow as my body contracted and released with every thread of cum I filled her with.
The room tilted around me like it had its own axis.
I felt our intermingled release squirting out of her when her body filled up and couldn’t take anymore of me.
I saw silver stars bursting in my vision before I felt her face pressed into the crook of my neck.
“Can we stay like this for a bit?” Marla asked softly.
I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her against the front of my body as she perched there, still staked on my cock.
“As long as you’d like,” I muttered before I kissed the side of her face. “As long as you’d like, beautiful.”