Page 151 of Dustwalker

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Ronin detected the sound of the door three tenths of a second before Lara tensed.

“Shit,” she muttered, pulling her shirt closed.

Withdrawing his cock from her body, he quickly set her on her feet, smoothed down her skirt, and steadied her when she staggered. Rapid bootsteps approached.

Someone cleared their throat behind Ronin. “I…uh…”

Grinning, Lara glanced over Ronin’s shoulder before she turned away to button her shirt.

Ronin tucked his phallus into his pants, refastened them, and faced the newcomer. His processors cycled through countless potential reactions to the interruption, most of them laced with annoyance. He and Lara had been alone down here for the better part of an hour without any disturbances, but as soon as they’d given in to their simmering desires…

He yearned for more of Lara’s heat. Two and a half months with nothing but simulations and memories had sharpened his desire for her into something penetrating, something dangerous, something that had left its mark on every bit of his circuitry.

Somehow, he regained control of himself, even if that control was decidedly tenuous.

The soldier’s face was redder than Lara’s flushed cheeks, anduncertainty and hesitancy made his posture unbalanced. Though Ronin had seen him around, he didn’t know the young man’s name.

Ronin raised his eyebrows. It was the most neutral response he could muster given the potent mixture of frustration and need crackling through him.

Lara placed a hand on his back. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, press her against the wall, and have her again.

“C-Colonel w-wants you to report to the war room,” the soldier stammered. “Please?” His eyes flicked to Lara.

Ronin knew what the soldier would see—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and disheveled hair. A woman well-loved. Ronin shifted to block the man’s view of her.

The soldier was young and inexperienced. Following his superior’s orders, he’d unwittingly stumbled into a private moment, leaving him uncomfortable and unsure of how to act. He hadn’t asked to be placed in this situation, hadn’t intended to cause it.

But part of Ronin wanted to drag the soldier away and ensure the young man never looked upon Lara again. Thankfully, it was a small part.

“We’ll be there soon,” she said.

Ronin didn’t miss the mirth in her tone.

He was grateful for her levelheaded response, as his tact function seemed to have been temporarily disabled. His jealousy and possessiveness were entirely irrational, but he could no more deny them than the data stored in his memory.

Ronin stared at the soldier. The young man swallowed and looked at the floor.

“We can find our way,” Ronin finally said.

“Y-yes sir.” Cheeks darkening further, the soldier turned and hurried away. The door slammed with a heavyclangbehind him.

“Scaring kids now?” Lara asked with a laugh.

Ronin faced her, pausing to appreciate the pink on her cheeks, her tousled hair, her enticing lips. They were for him. She was for him.

She’s mine.

“You aren’t much older than him, Lara. And I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” Her lips stretched into a sultry smile as she pressed her body to his, rose on her toes, and brushed a kiss along his jaw. “It was all in your eyes and how possessive you acted just now. And I really, really liked it.”

She pressed her mouth firmly against his before giving his bottom lip a nip. The bite sent a shock through his system, and fresh fluid rushed into his cock, hardening it and making it twitch in response.

Grinning, Lara pulled away and took Ronin’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Let’s go see what He-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed wants. The longer we make him wait, the more pissed he’ll get.”

Ronin found himself entirely indifferent to the colonel’s anger. What did he care about another meeting with the base’s leadership? Infinitely more tempting was the notion of making love to his wife again, and he found himself battling the urge to turn her toward the wall, shove up her skirt, and drive his cock into her pussy from behind.