The Marshal Pt. 05

"I think you've had enough," he said after she emptied the magazine into the plate in a series of slow, controlled squeezes.

The tree was pretty chewed up, but it was coming down in a few weeks anyway. She placed the Glock on the tailgate of the side-by-side and shook her hands.

"I need more practice."

"Yeah, but not today. We'll come back out and do it again in a few days. We'll see if you can remember what you've learned." He grinned at her. "When we get back, you'll get to do something even more fun."

"Oh, really," she purred. "I'm looking forward to getting in some practice of a different kind."

He was looking forward to that too. There was nothing sexier in this world than a beautiful woman competently handling a weapon, but he kept his face neutral. "Great! I'll show you how to breakdown the weapon, clean it, and put it back together. It has to be done after every firing."

"That's what you were talking about?" she asked. She looked crestfallen, but he knew her well enough now that he could tell she was putting him on.

"What else would I be talking about?" She watched him, a playful smirk on her face. She was waiting for the rest. "Then, when you're done with that, I'm going to take you into the bedroom and we're going to work on your close quarters combat skills. Very close quarters. It's all part of learning how to defend yourself."

"I can't be too prepared, can I?" she purred.

"Absolutely not."

"You'll teach me what to do if a guy comes at me with a club?"

He snickered. "I think you have a pretty good idea of how to handle that already."

Her smile spread. "Maybe, but I need to keep working on my technique."

"That's the spirit."

She sighed heavily. "I had no idea that learning self-defense could be so much fun."

Bae growled along on the tractor. She and Rob were almost finished clearing the latest section of land. When this section was done, they were quitting, not because there was no more land that needed their attention, but because Rob had run out of room to stack firewood. They'd cleared four sections, two on each side of the lake, and they'd almost doubled the area that had been cleaned up. She'd been living and working with him for over two months, and she'd never been happier.

She liked driving the tractor and lawn mower, and seeing the new grass peeking through the sun dappled soil under the trees left her with a deep sense of satisfaction she'd never felt before. She could point to a parcel of land that had been transformed from an overgrown thicket into a park and say, 'I helped do that.' For the first time in her life, she felt like she was accomplishing something tangible. Not only that, but because a full day of hard work beat going to the gym every time, she'd dropped ten pounds. She was toned, tanned, and in the best shape of her life. Rob had been good for her on so many levels.

She clattered up to Rob and stopped. This should be the last load of logs. Tomorrow he'd put the chipper on the tractor and they'd come back and start grinding up all the limbs and trees that were too small to be suitable for firewood. She switched the tractor off and hopped down from the operator's position.

"This should do it," he grunted, using something he called a timberjack, a long-handled gizmo with a curved hook on the end, that allowed him to move around the logs that would otherwise be too heavy to shift.

She chucked a couple of smaller pieces nearer the tractor's bucket they could use them to pile in around the big logs once he wrestled the wood into position. She went about her task of picking up the smaller pieces, but that didn't prevent her from keeping an eye on Rob.

He'd taken his shirt off a couple of hours before, and goddamn did he look good. She couldn't be sure, but she thought he was even more ripped than he was before, the result of all the work since they'd arrived. He was dripping sweat, and the light smears of dirt on his chest and face where he'd wiped at a biting bug or sweat made her almost pant with desire. Watching the muscles in his arms, chest, and shoulders twist and bulge as he strained made her mouth dry, and his soft grunts of effort reminded her of the sounds he made when he was making love to her. In short, he turned her on so much when they were out working that she was constantly sitting in her own puddle.

She tossed another couple of limbs into the pile then went to the side-by-side and pulled a pair of water bottles from the cooler. When he was in the middle of some project, he often forgot to take a break, and as much as he was sweating, he was going to dehydrate. It was part of her self-appointed duty to make sure he drank enough water.

"Here. Drink," she ordered, handing him a bottle.

"Thanks."

He twisted the cap off and chugged the water, a bit of it dribbling off his chin and onto his chest, the drips landing in the forest of his chest hair, the sight almost making her groan in desire. She took a healthy pull from her own bottle and handed the rest to him. He needed it more than she did.

"No, I'm good," he said, smacking his lips while screwing the lid back on his bottle.

"Drink it," she ordered, her voice brooking no argument. His eyebrows crept up as he looked at her in surprise and amusement. "I'm not lugging your heavy ass out of here because you dehydrated and passed out, so drink it."

He chuckled but took the bottle. He drank about half of what was left and poured the rest over his head... the bastard. He did shit like that just to make her squirmy.

"What do you say to the idea of going into Wurth tonight to have dinner?" he asked as he tossed the empty bottles into the back of the Gator.

"Sure. Why?"

"To celebrate."

"Celebrate?" she asked. "What are we celebrating?"

"Not having to do this shit anymore for a while."

She giggled. "I thought you loved doing this."

He grunted as he looked around. "Yeah, well, I did, but too much of a good thing and all that."

Her smiled spread. "Don't forget we still have to grind up all the limbs, and then you have to grind out the stumps and split all this wood."

"Yeah, I know, but I feel like we're done." He paused as he looked at her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For all your help."

"You're welcome," she said. "When we first got here, I didn't understand the appeal of what you were doing, but I get it now." She looked around. The area was a mess with limbs, stumps, and bits of tree scattered all around, but she knew in another week or so, all this would be cleaned up, and in a year it would look like well-groomed park land.

"Well, you've been a huge help."

I smiled. "Just trying to earn my keep."

He pulled her to him. He was a gentleman and didn't pull her into his chest because he was dirty, sweaty, and covered in tiny bits of wood and bark, but no more so than her. She actually found him sexy when he was like this, so she pressed in as he kissed her.

"You've done a lot more than that," he breathed as she slowly pulled back from the kiss.

"I've enjoyed every minute of it."

"So have I." He kissed her again before picking up the timberjack. "Let's get this finished so we can go get cleaned up."

It took another thirty minutes to get the last of the wood into the scoop on the front of the tractor. It wouldn't all fit, so they put some of the smaller pieces into the bed of the side-by-side so they didn't have to make another trip.

"Go ahead," he said, waving at her with his gloved covered hand. "I'm going finish loading the Gator and then I'll be right behind you."

The side-by-side was a lot faster than the tractor and she knew he'd catch up. "Okay," she called as she climbed aboard and started the machine.

She raised the bucket a little and set off. The tractor wasn't hard to drive. It had power steering, and all she had to do was push one pedal to go forward and another one to go backwards. The harder she pushed the pedal, the faster it went. Simple. It was kind of like the lawnmower in that respect, except the mower moved and steered with handles. The bucket controls took a little practice, but she'd driven the tractor enough now that she could operate the frontend loader with enough confidence she could handle lugging the wood around.

She'd just dumped the logs into the pile when Rob came roaring up in the side-by-side. While he tossed wood out of the Gator into the pile, she parked the tractor in the barn. The side-by-side went into the barn next, and they were done for the day.

Rob stepped out of the barn and strode toward the house. She stopped to watch. He was still shirtless and looked like one of those calendar guys, sweaty and dirty, but in a way that made them sexier. She was about to start her period and was horny as hell. When she was like this, all she wanted to do was fuck, and thank God Rob could keep up.

Rob had told her repeatedly they were completely alone, that there was nobody around, and that she could walk around on the deck naked if she wanted to. She'd never taken him at his word, but she'd been toying with an idea for a week or more as her cycle started making her crazy. So far Rob had been up for--she smiled at her unintentional pun--every sexual adventure she could dream up, and she was going to see if he'd bite on one more. She'd tried to fuck him dirty a couple of times, but the best she could do was bang him in the shower because he always wanted to clean up first. Not today, Mr. Cogburn. Not today.

"Rob!" she called, stepping out of the rocks into the thick, springy grass.

"What?" he asked as he changed direction and followed her to the center of the yard.

"I want to show you something."

"What?" he asked as he stopped beside her.

"This," she cooed as she began unbuttoning her shirt.

"I've already seen those," he rumbled, his smile playful.

As she spread her shirt, allowing it to hang open in the center but covering her breasts, he pulled her in, kissing her and holding her tight to his chest. She sucked in a deep breath as the kiss took on a life of its own. The power of his kiss, the excitement of doing something new and slightly dangerous, not to mention her overt horniness, spooled her up. She leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and began thrusting against his cock. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her, but she wasn't breaking this kiss until he did.

"Damn, Bae," he murmured as their lips parted.

She knew exactly how he felt. She tugged at his belt and opened his pants before reaching inside to grip his manhood, his soft hiss as he gently mauled her breasts and kissed her neck and shoulder exciting her even more. They kissed again, their tongues slashing at each other, his big strong hands gripping her ass tightly as he pulled her into him, trapping her hand between them.

"Come on," he growled as he pulled back from the kiss, took her by the arm much like he had when protecting her, and began dragging her to the house.

She jerked her arm free. "No. Here," she demanded as she shrugged out of her shirt and began removing her bra. That gave him pause and she smiled.

"Here? In the yard?" he asked, his tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"What's the matter? Afraid? You said no one was around." She opened her shorts and used her thumbs to gradually slide them down, slowly rocking her hips as she did until they fell around her ankles. "Don't you want me?" she pouted, putting as much sex into her voice as she could.

She kicked until she got her feet out of her shorts and sat to remove her boots. She could fuck partially dressed, and had, but the one thing she couldn't do was fuck with shoes on. She ripped at the laces, jerking the boots and socks off before throwing them away. The grass was firmer than their bed, but it wasn't as hard as the tile in the shower, and it felt wonderfully cool on her skin. Rob was watching her as if he couldn't believe what she was doing. She couldn't believe what she was doing either, but the naughtiness of what she was proposing turned her on at a deep level.

She stood, wearing only her black, hipster underwear, the grass cool and soft under her bare feet. She cocked her hip and smiled her best seductress smile, crooking her finger to call him to her. "You want me?"

"Yes."

"Then come and take me... if you're man enough."

She'd dropped their unspoken verbal code. If she challenged his manhood in some way, he knew she wanted him to fuck her, and fuck her hard. None of his tender kisses or soft, gentle caresses. She enjoyed the hell out of his softer side when she was in the mood for it, but when she was feeling itchy, like she was now, she didn't want him to make love to her, she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her.

Still he hesitated. She smiled, wondering if she'd finally found something he wasn't willing to do. Time to tighten the screws. "What's the matter, Rooster? she sneered. "Not enough of a cock to handle it?"

He held her challenging gaze a moment longer and then smiled, the type of smile that promised great pleasure to come. "You want me to fuck you?" he growled as he began roughly shoving his pants down. "I'll fucking fuck you."

A tingle of anticipation rolled over her. He'd gotten the message and was rising to her challenge. She shoved her panties down as he dropped to the ground and began tugging his own boots off, tossing them in the general direction of hers. She dropped to her knees, intending to take his cock into her mouth as he fought to get his second boot off, but he shoved her back. She came at him again, enjoying their rough play. She knew he'd never hurt her, and a little rough fucking was just what she was in the mood for.

He almost had his boot off as she grabbed his cock and kissed him furiously. She saw his boot fly from the corner of her eye, his pants only moments behind, before he pulled her roughly into the kiss while dropping to his back and rolling with her so he was on top, pinning her to the ground with his weight. He began kissing down her body, pausing to savage her nipples with his lips and tongue. She decided to let him have his way with her, to have him take the edge off her desire, and then she was going to fuck him like he'd never been fucked before.

He moved lower, and then lower still, his lips and tongue dancing across her flesh to leave behind lingering flashes of pleasure. She propped on her elbows so she could watch him as he settled onto his stomach in the grass. She couldn't explain it, but seeing him stretched out nude in the grass, the sunlight playing on his body as he kissed her womanhood, the thought of his big, hard cock being pressed into the grass sent her desire soaring. She'd had several men kiss and lick her to orgasm, but none could do it like Rob. In the two months they'd been together, he'd learned just what it took to make her head swim with delight.

He was more aggressive today than normal, battering her clit with his tongue and pulling on it with his lips, every nerve in her body tingling as he destroyed her. She fought against the rising tide of pleasure, wanting to delay her release as long as possible to allow it to build in power. She began thrusting at his face, unable to remain still. She fell back, needing to put her hands on his head in some primal urge to prevent the sensations from stopping.

"Fuck..." she growled softly, the word long and drawn out, unable to remain silent as he licked and kissed.

The sun was hot on her skin as she burned in erotic fire, the pleasure so intense she could scarcely endure it, but she didn't want it to stop, she never wanted it to stop. She began to hiss and pant, moaning as she battled her body. She wrestled against her rapture, her will at war with her body, desperate to scream in pleasure and erotic pain, but unable to draw the breath, until she was overwhelmed. Her orgasm hit her like a thunderclap, a roiling, seething wave of delight that buried her. She ground her teeth, fighting the urge to cry out as he continued to lick and nibble, driving her climax on in a never-ending swell of bliss. She slapped at his head, unable to endure the pleasure another moment, but he didn't stop, instead tightening his grip around her hips as he held her pussy to his face.

"Stop!" she cried, her hips rising from the grass as she shoved frantically at his head, desperate to be free from the sweet torture of his lips.

Suddenly his lips were on her. She kissed him lustily as her rapture released her.

She wanted to feel him inside her so badly. "Take me, please take me," she begged as the kiss dissolved, but instead of moving between her legs, he inserted two thick fingers into her and began pumping them furiously hard, his fingers hitting her just right.

She wailed in pleasure, her hand going to the back of his neck as she pulled herself up to stare into his eyes, his face a mask of lust and determination. Her shoulders lifted from the soft, green turf, her teeth bared, her face hard, she began nodding as another orgasm began to form. She was like a fly in amber and was trapped in the ecstasy of the moment. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, she could only endure.

Her eyes rolled to behind her eyelids as her head tipped back, her hand falling from his neck, her shoulders dropped to the grass as her back arched with every muscle drawn tight. She gripped the grass, tearing it out in handfuls as a second climax, even harder than the first, began to consume her.

"Come on!" Rob snarled into her face, his own face twisted into a sneer of lust and effort as his fingers pistoned into her with tender violence. "Come on you fucking bitch! Come on goddammit! Fucking come!"

She needed to scream her orgasm to the world, but she couldn't draw the breath. She began slapping frantically at him as her climax shredded her. She lunged with a grunt, caught in the teeth of the hardest orgasm of her life. Desperate to be free from the pleasures she couldn't contain, she shoved and kicked at him as she rolled away and came to rest on her side in a ball with her hands clasped tightly between her legs. Shaking and grunting, her eyes crushed close, her face twisted into a snarl, she waited an eternity for her orgasm to end.

After a minute, an hour, a century, her climax finally washed out of her. She felt like a heap of quivering goo, weak, boneless, and unable to move. She lay still, trying to gather her scattered wits, the wits Rob had flung far and wide into the yard. With a sigh she uncurled and rolled to her back. Rob was there, watching her with a self-satisfied smile on his lips... the sexy fuck.

"Who can't handle it now?" he rumbled, his voice teasing but full of pent-up desire.

"You're an asshole," she mumbled as she began to recover.

"Yeah, but I'm your asshole."

He kissed her with the ideal mix of lust and tenderness. They weren't done, not by a longshot, but he was being a gentleman and a good sport, giving her a chance to recover before they began round two.

His kiss rejuvenated her and her strength returned. Normally she came twice, once during foreplay and then again when they got to the main event. Sometimes she could come three times, and on the rare occasion, four. After coming twice so hard and so close together, she was well satisfied, and she was going to use her ability to think clearly to make him come so fucking hard.

While Rob was learning what made her squirm, she was learning what twisted him up as well. What gave him face melting orgasms was twofold. One was being held tight, and by extension, having to work hard to fuck her, and secondly, having to hold his climax. The tighter the human pretzel and the more effort he had to expend to fuck her, and the more she begged him not to come, the harder his release when it finally happened. Now that she was able to think again, and her need to feel him inside had returned, she was ready.