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I sampled her some more, enjoying the taste exploding all over my tongue. I drank it all in with her fingers digging into my shoulders and holding on tight. Those same hands moved to grip my hair as I went on to start flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit, watching her eyes widen.
“I can’t—” She drew in a breath as I tongued her entrance, and she moved against my mouth wildly. “Please!”
Even feeling how I felt, I managed to smile. I wanted to tease her to the brink of insanity, so even as desire beat at the back of my brain, I slowed down the pace, licking her softly instead and taking in her reactions.
She gave a little huff of frustration. “Come on, Monty, I can’t wait….”
“Relax, sweetheart,” I murmured, feeling her legs shake in my hands as my breath rustled over her clit. “Just let me do what I do.”
I continued to torture her with my tongue, rolling her clit in my mouth and making sure she had a grip on my hair as she rubbed herself wantonly over my face. God, I couldn’t imagine anything feeling this good, and my mind flew away as I simply became a tool for her pleasure while she used my face to get off.
And I fucking loved it.
“Monty!” she suddenly screamed. Her thighs squeezed against my ears, and within seconds, she came on my tongue.
Slowly, I felt her body go lax, her legs relaxing their hold on my skull. I felt her about to slip off the dining table and quickly grabbed her before she could. Then, she lay back against the table, looking up at me with glassy eyes.
It was one of the best feelings in the world, knowing I had turned her into this.
Hunter made a sound from his carrier in the corner, and we both glanced at him.Shit, how had we forgotten that he was there?
“Sorry, buddy,” I said, going to him. “He’s not going to remember this when he’s grown up, will he?”
“I don’t know,” Kayla responded, and a laugh escaped her. “But if he does, shoot me, please.”
Shoot me, please.
Suddenly, every happy feeling disappeared, giving way to the dark as another memory resurfaced.
Shoot me, please,the woman had pleaded. We had rescued her along with her five companions, and we trekked to the other side of the mountain, needing to keep moving to prevent our captors from catching up with her. But just as we were discussing how to cross a stream, she came up to me, taking my hand in hers.
Shoot me,she said. Her eyes had been hollow when she made the request, nothing in it except desperation. There were scars all over her body, even underneath the dress we had thrown over her naked body. Her figure, once healthy, was now gaunt, her teeth and nails yellowed.
She had been tortured and abused for days, and by the time we got to her, it was too late. She no longer had the will to live.
We finally got her back to the civilian side, but she committed suicide a month later.
“Monty.” Kayla’s voice brought me back to reality. She was sitting up on the table now, looking at me in concern. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. I didn’t fucking want this. I didn’t want the ugly memories of my past to invade this moment between us, but now, they had.Fuck.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, heading to the door and ignoring her calls from behind me. I couldn’t stay there any longer because the longer I stayed, the angrier I got.
Fuck this. Fuck this shit to hell.
I had walked nearly a quarter of a mile before I felt like I could breathe again, and only then did I slow down my pace. Shit, why did I have to fuck it up? Why couldn’t I just be a fucking normal man for once who enjoyed a nice hook-up with a beautiful woman? Why did my brain have to start throwing out random tortured memories the minute it got a hint of happiness?
Maybe because I don’t deserve it.Why did I deserve it any more than the people who had been lost, who had died right in front of me?
Survivor’s guilt was a bitch.
It was while I was trying to forget once more, to scrub the memory from my head, that I saw it.
Tracks leading right into the bushes. I followed them, finding it odd that someone would drive into the bushes, where there was no road or trail or much of anything. I followed the tracks right, trying to see where the trail led, dread building the closer I got. It wrapped around the bushes, went behind our home, and right into our backyard.
Kayla was right.
Someone had been watching us.
