Top Dog

“A gun only does what it’s told to do,” I replied, sagely. “Then, what? To hit someone if they come at you?”

“Yes, that. I might need a few lessons in that department.” She gave me a shy glance. “You were in the Special Forces, so I assume you know how to punch.”

“I know how to kill people in one hit,” I said. “Not that you need to go that far, but I could teach you a few things. Self-defense type stuff.” I caught myself liking the idea of her wanting to know how to take care of herself. It caused my pulse to spike. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She stretched forward to set her mug of coffee on the table between us. Rising from the chair, Abigail stood in front of me dressed in a pair of tight under armor shorts and a tank top. It left little, but a whole lot to the imagination. Her bare feet scuffed the patio floor as she shifted nervously in front of me. “Okay, show me something.”

I rose from my own chair warily. Something about this felt off, but it wouldn’t hurt to teach Abigail the proper way to hit a person if they grabbed at her. At least she had some self-defense in the future after we returned back to America.

It only took once to show Abigail something before she memorized it. I admired her ability to move fluidly with athleticism and grace that I never once expected from her. Nor, did I expect the surprising strength behind her fists when she punched me in the palm as I instructed.

“How do you get someone off if they come up from behind you?” Her question was innocent enough, but I realized quickly that I’d dug myself into a hole.

“Press your back to my chest.” I reached for her and pulled her in close, her body tightly against mine. It was so fucking hard to breathe with her so near, her smell so clean and delicious. Her firm ass pressed against my cock in the most erotic way, and I had to take a step back as my body grew hard.

“You’re flushed,” Abigail said as she turned, concern lacing her voice. “Should we stop, or—”

Yes. “No. It’s just the heat. Don’t worry about it.” I smoothed a hand through my hair to regain control of myself.

Abigail watched me curiously as I instructed her to come running at me. She did as she was told and surprisingly took me down after wrapping her body around mine in a way that I had a feeling she knew would disable me. Not because she was stronger, but because she sensed the electric charge in the air just as much as I did.

I found myself pinned beneath her as she crouched above me with a mischievous grin that instantly set my blood to a boil. “Abi,” I whispered roughly.

“Do you yield?” she asked with a cocky smile on her pretty face. The girl needed to be spanked, and I was more than willing to do it.

“No,” I said, as strands of her hair tickled my face. “Abi, we should—”

“We should what?” She cocked her head to the side. “I have a feeling you aren’t very comfortable on the ground beneath me.”

“It’s not right,” I said.

I went to sit up, but she pushed my forearms down above our heads. All logic and reason fell away as she straddled my hips, her soft center pressed to my erection. There was no hiding how badly I was turned on. She pressed down, and I groaned and closed my eyes, unable to help myself from lifting my hips to feel more of her against me.

I gritted my teeth as desire swirled through me. Forcing my eyes open, I pinned her with a disapproving glare. “Abigail—”

“What?” She asked, lowering herself to press her breasts to my chest. “Do you surrender?”

“This isn’t fighting,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re trying to… to…”

“To what?” Her voice was sultry and fuck if she didn’t sound like my kind of temptress. Believing she was a virgin, an innocent sweet girl as I lay beneath her, tense as fuck was a joke. She wanted more than I was willing to give her, or maybe I was making shit up. Maybe it was me that wanted it so bad. To take my time opening her up like a flower and teaching her the slowest and most erotic way to the peak of her pleasure point.

Her fingers trailed down the inside of my arms softly. I curled my fingers into fists to keep myself from reaching out to touch her. The heat and weight of her sweet pussy pressed against me was enough to drive me crazy with lust. My body ached to discover how tight and wet she had to be.

The tips of her nipples grazed against my chest, so beaded and hard. My mouth watered as she hovered above me, and I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her loose tank top. If she didn’t get up fast then—

Her eyes widened before she glanced down at my erection. The thin fabric of my shorts and her pants didn’t help the heat and friction when she shifted back slightly in surprise.

I expected her to get up, to realize what sort of game she was trying to play. Except, she didn’t. The little freak rolled her hips, pressing against my dick in a way that had me groaning again. “Abi. Fuck.”

“I wanna,” she whispered and glanced up at me. A determined glint filled her eyes just before her eyelashes fluttered and closed. The look of pleasure on her face as she pressed her hands into my chest and sat up, rolling her hips again and it was now too much.

I opened my mouth to warn her, and distantly told myself to get her off, but she moaned, and I was lost to her.

“Baby,” I groaned and reached up, sliding my fingers into her hair. I wasn’t going to pull her down and make love to her mouth, but to warn her again, but I couldn’t find the words.

“Harley,” she whimpered and moved down toward me, her long hair framing her beautiful face. Up close, I could see freckles covering her cheekbones and nose. She stared down at me with hooded eyes before slowly leaning in to brush her lips hesitantly against my own. The softness of them, the taste of coffee and something unique… I couldn’t think or resist any longer.

I gripped her face tightly and kissed her back, hard as I lifted my h