The Marshal Pt. 05

Rob slowly opened his eyes Tuesday morning, stretching sluggishly so he wouldn't wake Bae. She was lying on her side, facing him, her face peaceful in slumber. He watched her sleep for a long moment, his manhood all but throbbing with morning wood. She was a mess, her hair in disarray, but she was still the sexiest woman he'd ever met, her hair more tussled from their energetic fucking last night than sleep.

She was almost insatiable. Sunday night, their first night in his home, she'd tried her damnedest to fuck him to death. He came twice in that hot, sweaty session, something he'd never been able to do before. They'd utterly destroyed the bed before falling asleep with the linens wadded around them as they sprawled in the middle of the mattress. When they awoke Monday morning, they'd had a repeat performance, and they'd become so tangled in the sheets as they rolled and tumbled that he couldn't even completely pull out, leaving him no choice but to try to fuck her into submission in that one position. Getting untangled as the sweat dampened sheets stuck to them had been both comedic and problematic, but they'd finally managed it with much giggling and tickling.

After their showers and breakfast, he'd gotten the side-by-side out of the barn and driven her around his property, making note of things that needed attention as he followed the trails he'd created through the forest to aid his search of downed trees that he could cut up for firewood. Bae had never been out of the city, at least not like this, and she rode with wide-eyed wonder as they puttered along the meandering path through the trees, occasionally stopping to watch deer. Rob didn't allow anyone to hunt on his property, and the deer had learned they were safe, so the animal allowed them to get quite close before bounding away.

He found it humorous that she had such a hard time comprehending how isolated they were, with the nearest neighbor more than three miles away, and that his little piece of paradise was surrounded by nothing but trees. Eventually his brothers would harvest many of the trees that surrounded his plot, but he had enough buffer between the lake and the forestry land they still owned that it'd make little difference to him.

As they'd rounded the far end of the lake, he'd pulled into the stream that bled off water and allowed the lake to naturally maintain a near constant depth. The lake was fed by an underground stream, so the relief stream never dried out, but after a lot of rain or snow melt, the water level would rise until the stream was impassible. He'd considered building a bridge over the stream but decided when the stream was too deep to cross, he'd just drive around the other way rather than spoil the natural beauty with a bridge. Most of the time, like now, the lake was low enough that they could cross in the shallow that formed the natural dam. He'd smiled at Bae when she stiffened as he eased the Gator into the water, the side-by-side bouncing, sliding, and splashing along the rock covered stream bottom as he inched his way across. The UTV had no doors, and his smile turned into a laugh when Bae shrieked and pulled her feet up as the water ran into the floor. It wasn't the raising of her feet to keep them dry that was funny as much as the near panic in her eyes and her death grip on the grab handles as the water continued to deepen until it ran into the floor. He'd made a few strategic additions to the stream from the rocks he found in the forest, filling in gaps and plugging holes to ease the Gator's crossing, but by and large the rocks had been shuffled and worn smooth by eons of water flow so that the machine had little trouble, and he'd crossed there many times.

As the water shallowed and the couple inches of water in the floor ran out, she began to relax, but her eyes were still wide as she looked at him, something that made the experience funnier still. She had a lot to learn about living outside the city.

They'd had a lunch of leftover corned beef and potatoes before he got the tractor out and spent the rest of the afternoon mowing. He didn't finish, but when he parked the tractor for the day, she was sitting on the deck, staring serenely at the lake. She'd made several comments Sunday about how she was going to be bored with so little to do, but she seemed content. They'd enjoyed a leisurely dinner of kielbasa and potatoes before they sat on the deck and watched the sky darken. As the night creatures sang their songs, they'd retired to the bedroom where they finished the day with another round of passionate lovemaking.

Today he was taking her into Bangor. She only had a few days' worth of clothing, he wanted to stock her up so they weren't washing every couple of days, and she also needed some proper shoes for walking to replace the light canvas sneakers she was wearing. He was also going to surprise her with an espresso machine, if they could find one, and he needed a new kayak. He had a kayak, but it was a single. He didn't want to leave her standing on the shore, which meant he had to pick up a tandem so he could get her out on the water with him. Other than family, she was the only person he'd ever invited here. This was his retreat, and until now he'd guarded his privacy zealously, but he was enjoying Bae's company and wanted to include her in all the things he enjoyed.

He kissed her softly before sliding out of bed. He was going to get his shower and have breakfast ready before he woke her. He was standing under the shower, the water rinsing soap from his hair, when a warm softness pressed herself into his back. He started in surprise. The shower had no door, and he hadn't heard her enter.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she purred as her hand reached around to caress his manhood.

He'd lost his erection after using the bathroom, but he began to firm up again with her touch. "I thought I'd let you sleep," he rumbled as he turned and pulled her to him for a proper kiss.

She purred as the kiss dissolved. "There are more important things than sleep," she murmured as she slowly stroked his cock until he was as hard as the stones surrounding the lake. He reached for her center, intending to return the favor she was paying his cock, but she brushed his hand away.

"Huh-uh," she cooed as she began stroking him more aggressively.

He kissed her again, their tongues dancing before he began to move lower, suckling at her breast before moving lower still. She didn't object, so he continued lower until he was sitting. Holding his head, she leaned back into the tiled wall and draped a leg over his shoulder to give him better access to her flower.

As the water cascaded over them, the showerhead mimicking a warm summer rain, he licked and nibbled, kissed and pulled, her soft gasps, sighs, and murmurs as she squirmed making him exquisitely hard. His hands roamed her body, gripping her ass to hold her pussy to his mouth, or sliding up her torso to gently tweak her hardened nipples.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" she begged, pressing hard down on his shoulder with her leg as her other leg quivered slightly. "I'm going to fall!"

He didn't want that, so he rolled away from her lie on his back, gently tugging at her to encourage her to follow. She settled over his face and he went back to work. The short pause as they changed positions wasn't enough for her to regain control over her rising pleasure, and she grabbed his hair to pull his lips harder into pussy as he savaged her. He returning to his discovery of last night that gently sucking on her button had driven her into a massive orgasm. He'd just begun working over her clit when she'd started to squirm and murmur again, but now he didn't have to worry about her falling and hurting herself. He leaned into his task, tweaking her breasts as she began rocking her hips while hissing and blowing, a sure sign she was working herself up to a massive orgasm.

"Right there, right there, right there," she mewled softly.

He was kneading her breasts and tugging on her clit with his lips when she began to quiver, her mewl becoming louder and more desperate. Her soft wail stopped for a handful of heartbeats before she jerked hard with a deep grunt, her entire body in motion as she groaned low, long, and deep. He stopped pulling on her button with his lips, knowing the sensation was too intense for her tolerate for long, and began flicking it with his tongue instead. Shivering and growling, she fought her pleasure, gasping, grunting, and moaning as she hunched over and braced against the shower wall, her hips thrusting gently at his lips as she wrung herself dry of need.

"You... fuck..." she breathed, the words drawn out along as she gently pushed his head away, silently begging for relief.

Even though she'd fucked him stupid last night, he was aching for her. The hard tile floor was becoming uncomfortable, but he ignored it, his hands caressing her body as the warm water cascaded over them. She exhaled, a long slow release of pent-up breath through pursed lips. She slowly slid down his body as a sexy smile teased her lips.

"Are you trying to kill me?" she breathed before kissing him thoroughly. He returned the kiss while gently nudging her lower, wanting to feel his sword in her sheath. She resisted his urging, groaning and grimacing as she staggered to her feet. "My knees are killing me!"

He ignored his discomfort as he rose to his feet, his desire blotting out everything else. She turned before placing her hands against the wall and offering him her ass, but he turned her to face him. He crouched slightly as he leaned into her, pinning her to the wall as he kissed her with everything he had, his blood roaring hot and fast in his veins, his hard cock caressing her stomach as he slowly thrust his hips.

He broke from the kiss, squatted, and picked her up, her sudden squeal of surprise exciting him even more. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he drove her backward into the wall, being careful to not hurt her. She grunted softly with the impact before reaching between them, squirming her ass until she could steer his cock inside her. As he slid into her depths, he barked in pleasure, overcome with lust as he rammed himself home.

He held her, pinning her against the wall with his body as he tried to regain control of himself, his breathing hard and fast on her neck as he grappled with his lust. She was fucking amazing, stripping away his reserve and leaving him raw. He began plunging into her with powerful strokes, grunting softly with each thrust in effort and desire. Instantly his orgasm began to form. He slowed his hips, wanting to delay his orgasm and extend their pleasure.

"Harder..." she gasped, her embrace tightening around his neck and on the back of his head.

He began pounding into her with purpose, and she squeaked as she pushed her hips away from the wall, forcing his cock even deeper into her channel. He leaned more heavily into her, holding nothing back as he fucked her, his hands gripping her ass tightly with his arms under her knees. He pounded into her hard and fast for what felt like hours, for days, her eyes crushed closed as her mouth slowly opened.

His climax grew ever higher. "Shit! You're going to make me come! Goddammit!" he snarled before kissing her savagely.

Her nails bit into his neck as she wadded her other hair in his hair, the sting of erotic violence another source of pleasure. He wanted to stop, wanted to regain his composure, but he was out of control and consumed with desire.

"Come with me! Come with..." she whimpered, as she buried her face into her neck, her words trailing off into a soft moan, the walls of her womanhood fluttering against his fast-plunging cock as her nails bit deeper into his flesh.

He loved fucking her when they wrapped themselves into a knot, their tight embrace and the sensation of her flesh moving against his erotic in the extreme.

"Ah... fuck!" he bellowed, his cock burning the length of his shaft with every strong pulse as he snarled and grunted, unable to stop his driving hips as his essence exploded into her. With a final gasping bark, he ground into her, shaking with the strain of holding her weight as he suffered through a debilitating orgasm, the effort of lifting her somehow making his release even harder. He gasped, sagging slightly as he held her tight against the wall, struggling to find enough energy reserves to not drop her until his strength slowly flowed back into him. He stood for a long moment, the water splattering over them, until he was certain he could hold her weight. Drawing power from their kiss, he peeled her off the wall, but she seemed reluctant to leave their embrace. They kissed again, the caress of their lips long, slow, and deep. She sighed out of the kiss and lowered her legs, causing him to grunt and thrust in aftershocks as her movement caused her tunnel to caress his shaft. She kissed him again as he pulled out of her, moaning softly as her pussy caressed his cock one final time before he lowered her to feet. Stroking his cock with her hand to make him lunge and thrust, she backed under the shower, looking very pleased with herself.

"Made you scream," she teased.

Exhaling softly through pursed lips with puffed cheeks as he slowly came down from his climax, he picked up her shampoo, squirted a healthy dollop into his hand, and began to caress it into her scalp.

"We'll see tonight to see who makes who scream," he growled softly before kissing her quickly on the lips.

She stepped back under the water, her head tipped back as he rinsed her hair, a faint smile dancing on her lips. "Whenever you think you're man enough to have a go," she growled in teasing challenge, her eyes still closed as he sluiced her hair clean.

They finished their shower, soaping each other before kissing passionately in a slippery embrace. Holding her slippery body against his began to turn him on again, but after such a mind-shredding orgasm only minutes before, he was slow to harden. By the time he was ready, the water was beginning to run cool. Maine groundwater was ice cold year-round, and their hurried, giggling rush to finish before they turned blue spoiled the mood.

They had breakfast, Bae microwaving the bacon as Rob tended the eggs. She was starting to pitch in a little around the kitchen. He didn't expect her to, but she volunteered, and he wasn't possessive of the space.

"We're going to Bangor today," he announced as they settled at the table.

"We are?"

"Well, I am. Getting clothes for you that fit will be easier if you come too."

"Clothes?" she asked, more seriously this time.

"Yeah. I don't want to have to do laundry every other day."

"Oh. Okay, I guess that makes sense."

"You ever been kayaking?" She shook her head. "Want to go?"

She shrugged. "I guess."

He nodded. "I need to get a new kayak then."

"Don't do that! I don't--"

"I want to," he interrupted. "It won't be much fun out on the water with you watching from the shore."

"Rob, I--"

"Just let me," he interrupted again. "We're going to be here for two or three months. Let me show you what life outside the city is like."

She sighed. "Okay. I feel guilty about you spending your money on me like that."

"It's my kayak," he replied with a grin. "I'm just sharing it with you." She looked at him in that way she had when she wasn't buying the line he was feeding her. "Look, after I buy it, if you don't enjoy using it, I can always sell it, okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled.

"Hey, chin up. I want to do this. If I didn't, I wouldn't have even mentioned it."

She nodded slowly but didn't seem convinced.

They finished eating and tidied the kitchen. "Ready?" he asked as he closed the door to the dishwasher.

She'd gotten over her reluctance and her natural exuberance had returned. "Yeah. How long will we be gone?"

"We should be back in time for lunch." He led her into the garage and backed the Bronco out before he shut off the engine and stepped out. "Slide over. You're driving."

"Me?" she exclaimed. "I can't drive this!"

"Of course you can."

He walked around to the passenger side, but she was still sitting in the seat. He made shooing motions with his hands. She moved into the driver's seat, a task easily accomplished in the sparse interior of the Ford. She didn't look happy.

"I can't let you drive the Dodge. That's against the rules, so unless you want to be stuck with no way to get around, you have to learn to drive this. It's easy."

"Suddenly you're concerned about rules?" she asked, her tone making it clear she didn't expect an answer.

He snickered. "When it gets me what I want, yeah." He became more serious. "Go ahead and adjust the seat. Make sure you can push the clutch all the way to the floor. That's the left pedal, next to the brake in the center." She did and tried the clutch a couple of times to make sure. "Perfect. Now, this is a three speed on the column. Three on a tree, they call it. We're going to learn the gears, and then you're going to give it a try, okay?"

She nodded but said nothing.

"Great. The gear lever is in reverse. Push the clutch in and pull the lever straight down. Good. That's first. You always start out in first. Now, lift the lever into the center, push it toward the dash, then push it up. That's second." He waited until she did as he instructed. "Great. Straight down is third. Good. Where's first?"

She moved the lever into the proper position.

"Perfect. Clutch in and start the car."

She looked at the steering column. "Where's the key?"

"On the dash," he said, pointing to the right of the column.

She stumbled around a little at first, spinning the tires or stalling the vehicle, as all people learning to drive a manual did at first. The Bronco had a V8 engine, so it had plenty of power, and as soon as she learned to let the clutch out slowly enough, the Ford crept away from a start. They started and stopped a couple of times on the long drive leading to the highway, but she clearly had the basic idea and just needed practice. They motored into town. The Bronco was going to need gas before they left for Bangor, a perfect opportunity for her to practice a little more before they got into Bangor traffic.

"Pull in here," he said, pointing to his preferred gas station.

"This thing is hard to steer!" she grunted as she cranked on the wheel. She pulled to a stop at the pump, remembering only at the last moment to stab the clutch in so she didn't stall the engine. They got out of the truck and he began filling the tank.

"Why Robert Cogburn! I haven't seen you around in what seems like years!"

Rob turned, breaking into as smile as Ms. Mabel Armsette came out of the convenience store. "Ms. Mabel," he said, hugging the elderly woman. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine, Robert. You?"

"I'm doing okay. Still living in New York."

"Are you going to be here long?" Ms. Mabel asked, looking at Bae.

"A few months probably. Taking some time off." Ms. Mabel didn't say anything for a long moment, clearly waiting for him to introduce Bae. "Ms. Mabel Armsette, let me introduce Bae... Hawkins. Bae, Ms. Mabel. Ms. Mabel was my high school history teacher."

"And his father's too," Ms. Mabel said, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bae."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Armsette," Bae said, taking the offered hand.

"Are you staying with Robert?"

"Yes," he said, saving Bae the embarrassment of having to answer. "We came up to get away for a while."

Ms. Mabel smiled. "Good to see you finally settling down."

He grinned. Ms. Mabel was the town gossip. Before they reached Bangor, everyone in town would know about Bae. He wasn't ashamed she was staying with him, but he didn't want her identity known. That's why he'd changed her last name from Han to Hawkins, the last name of one of the deputies he worked with, and the first name he could think of that started with an H.