Page 24 of Working for the Enemy

I don't know much about Ava Bennett, just that she bought the old town bakery and poured everything into fixing it up, but Marlowe is clearly closer to her than I am. I step back slightly, resting a hand low on Marlowe’s back, content to just watch and listen to my woman in her element.

"I was hoping I'd run into you," Marlowe says, leaning against the railing. "How are things going with the grand re-opening?"

"Surviving," Ava says with a dry chuckle, tossing her hair back. “I knew it was going to be a hard project when I took over, but… whew!”

As the two of them chatter, I listen while Marlowe gently nudges her about settling into Forge Creek. Ava shrugs, a brief shade of vulnerability passing over her eyes before her guarded, stubborn edge slides back into place. She talks about getting out of a bad relationship, leaving a mess of a divorce behind, and deciding that love just isn't in the cards for her anymore. She moved here for a completely fresh start, determined to rely on no one but herself.

Seeing the two of them bond over finding this hidden gem of a small town—Marlowe reassuring her, Ava softening as they laugh about the quirky locals—brings a deep sense of pride to my chest. Marlowe has a way of making people feel safe, making them feel like they belong.

After we say our goodbyes, I lead Marlowe past the edge of the town square, following the quiet dirt trail that winds up toward the old town lookout point. The path is shadowed by towering pine trees, the air cool and fragrant with crushed needles and fresh mountain breeze.

When we reach the clearing, the entire valley spreads out below us in a breathtaking expanse of green timber and shimmering blue streams.

Marlowe walks up to the wooden railing, breathing in deeply. "It's so beautiful up here."

I step up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against my chest. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, pressing a long, warm kiss right to her pulse point.

"View's better from right here," I murmur against her soft skin.

She lets out a soft sigh, turning around in my arms to rest her hands on my chest, looking up at me with so much love and trust in her eyes that it completely undoes me.

"I love you, Kane," she whispers softly.

"I love you, Marlowe," I rumble, backing her up a few steps until her spine hits the sturdy trunk of a massive, ancient pine tree just off the trail. I slide my hands up her hips, my thumb tracing the curve of her thigh beneath her dress as I crowd her against the bark. "And right now, I really can't wait until we get back to the cabin." Her eyes instantly spark with fire, trailing down my body slowly while I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “Need to feel you, need to fuck you…”

“I need you, too,” she pleads, her voice breathy and laced with undeniable urgency.

I growl into her lips, biting and nipping at her before licking into her mouth. My hands slide up the dress she’s wearing, pushing the fabric up as I feel every inch of her soft, porcelain skin. She moans and drags her hands down my chest, her fingers tugging at my belt and then working my button and zipper open. Marlowe grips my hard as fuck dick, pulling me out and pumping me roughly.

“Fuck,” I groan, loving the fact that she’s this needy, this turned on, this desperate for my cock. The thought makes me grunt possessively as my hands find the little scrap of fabric covering her pussy. I rip it off her body and swallow down her gasp, my fingers sliding through her folds.

Goddamn, she’s soaked for me, her cream dripping over my fingers and pooling in my hand. I circle her clit, the hard little pearl throbbing and swollen. Her legs shake, and I swear she’s about to come from that one touch.

Without wasting any time, I grip her thighs and lift her up, pressing her against the tree as she wraps her legs around my hips and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I look directly into her lust-filled eyes as I slam my cock inside her greedy little cunt.

Marlowe sucks in a breath and bites her lips to contain her scream. She fucking comes as soon as I hit the end of her. I growl and hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her orgasm from the inside out, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling from her core and dripping down my aching dick.

She buries her head into the side of my neck, panting and shaking and whimpering my name. It’s more than I can take. I pull out of her pulsing, tight little pussy and push back inside, fucking her roughly, just like we both need.

“Kane… oh fuck, Kane… I-I-I’m…”

Holy shit, is she…

The goddess in my arms tangles her fingers in my hair and rips my head up, the sting shooting straight bliss to my cock, making it swell up and stretch her out even more. Marlowe rests her sweaty forehead on mine, her chest heaving with each ragged breath, pained whimpers and grunts leaving her mouth with each brutal thrust I’m giving her.

“Come for me, angel,” I growl.

My words unlock her orgasm, and Jesus, she comes so hard, shaking and sobbing out her release as her arms and legs squeeze me tightly. I grip her ass in both hands, holding her to me as I grind against her cunt and clit, keeping her right there, forcing her to feel it, feel me, feel every ounce of pleasure I’m giving her.

My balls are heavy with my pent up orgasm, my dick throbbing and angry as fuck. But I want more. So much more. And I know exactly how I want it.

I set Marlowe down, her legs trembling much like the rest of her. She tilts her head up, peering at me through the fog of bliss surrounding her. I kiss her forehead, nose, and lips, allowing her to catch her breath.

And then I spin her around, pushing her forward so she has to brace herself with her hands on the tree trunk. I flip the skirt of her dress up and grip her cheeks, spreading her open for me so I can fuck into her tight, wet little hole. With a feral roar, I snap my hips against her ass, stuffing her full of my cock.

“S-s-so d-d-deep,” Marlowe stutters out on a moan, her pussy contracting around me over and over.

I’m reduced to grunts and growls, tipping my head back and bouncing her off my dick. Every muscle in my body tenses and my balls draw up tight, my orgasm crawling down my spine and stealing the air from my lungs.