As he sat drinking his beer across the fire, he watched Maggie. She sat alone.
The women had each approached her. She offered them smiles, but after a few minutes, the women would leave. She’d always been awkward and rarely made any friends. She kept on looking at her bandaged hand.
Pete promised him she’d be fine.
When she got to her feet, she came to him. “I’m going to call it a night.”
“I’ll be there in a moment,” he said.
She nodded but kept her eyes averted. Turning on her heel, she left.
He watched her, aware of his crew doing the same. They were all curious about her.
It didn’t surprise him when Lee came to talk to him. She was one of the women who’d been used as a fuck toy in a camp. He’d saved her, and she’d been loyal to him ever since. From what he’d been told, she hadn’t taken a lover. Had no interest in the men.
“Your girl’s nervous,” she said. “Kind of hard to believe she’s alone.”
“She is. You don’t know her as I do.”
“Be careful,” Lee said. “I’ve seen girls like her. Is she strong enough to handle this?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve seen girls like her, Clay. At the camps, they didn’t survive.”
He stood, having heard enough of this conversation. “Maggie’s not in those camps, Lee. She’s mine, and she will only ever be mine. Let me worry about her.”
“We trust you, Clay. We will follow your lead, but people are going to want to know her. If they doubt her integrity, it could get ugly.”
“There’s no reason for it to get ugly.” He turned, making his way into the hotel room and closing the door. He didn’t need to lock it. His men were more than capable of taking care of shit. They only came to him when they needed it.
Maggie came out of the bathroom. She wore a shirt and a pair of panties. They lacked color, but he didn’t care for the garments. He was more interested in the curvy body beneath.
“Lie down on the bed, spread your thighs.”
He expected her to argue, but Maggie was full of surprises. She moved to the bed and he watched as she followed his instructions, even if her movements were a bit jerky.
After pulling his shirt over his head, he removed his jeans, kicking off his boots.
Crawling onto the bed, he slid his hand beneath her ass and tugged the panties she wore off her body before cupping her cheeks again. “Next time, come to bed naked.” He didn’t give her a chance to respond as he pressed his face against her pussy.
She moaned his name, but he didn’t care. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he tongued her cunt, sliding down to plunge inside her. He drew his tongue up and flicked his tongue across her clit. She was so wet, and he felt her body instantly respond to his touch. It was so fucking heady and he couldn’t stop.
He wanted more. Clayton didn’t tease her.
He sucked on her pussy, bringing her to a screaming orgasm. While she still rode the wave of her first peak, he moved up her body, using his fingers to keep stroking her release. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and slid inside her quivering pussy. They both cried out.
Balls deep inside her, he stared into her eyes, feeling the last of her orgasm as it faded.
Lifting her legs into position, he slowly pulled out, staring down at where they were connected, seeing her hole open for him.
In and out, he thrust hard, making her take all of him.
She moaned. She was so wet.
Lifting her legs to rest against his chest, he pounded inside her, feeling an answering pulse of her pussy.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to control it, but as he felt her tighten around him, he couldn’t fucking focus. The pleasure was instant. After three years of only having his fantasies and his hand, he was like a kid in a candy store. He wanted to take his fill of his woman.
Slamming in, he came, spilling his cum deep into her cunt. He loved being the only man she’d ever experienced.
This time, he didn’t pull out of her. There would be no reason to clean her tonight. She could take all of his cum, and he looked forward to filling her up.
He moved to the side, lifting her leg over his hip so he could stay within her.
“We’re moving out tomorrow,” he said.
“Why?”
“We can’t stay in one place, not somewhere exposed. So long as we keep moving until we find the right camp, we survive.”
“Camp?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m looking for the right area where we can build a place for us. I want somewhere we can all be safe but we can still survive.”
“You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this,” she said.