Page 20 of Rules Of Engagement: St. Louis (In The Heart of A Valentine #17)

The boar charged again and again I swung the branch like a bat, catching it across the snout hard enough to stun it momentarily.

“Now! Climb now!”

Naomi’s agility kicked in and she scrambled up the oak tree, her adrenaline overriding her protests. I followed, pulling myself up just as the boar reached the base of the tree.

We sat on a thick branch about ten feet off the ground, breathing hard, while the boar paced below us like it was personally offended by our existence.

“Is it going to wait us out?”Naomi asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve never been treed by a pig before.”

“Treed by a pig.”She snorted then started laughing and I laughed with her. “I’m sitting in a tree, covered in dirt, hiding from a pig.”

“Technically, it’s a wild boar.”

“Oh, excuse me. I’m hiding from a wild boar. That makes it so much more dignified.”

Twenty minutes passed when Luca appeared below us, now with both dogs safely leashed. “You can come down now! She’s moving away!”

The boar had indeed lost interest, wandering back into the undergrowth in search of whatever it had been protecting.

I climbed down first, then helped Naomi to the ground. Her hands were shaking slightly as I lifted her from the lowest branch.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I just got saved from a pig by a man with a stick. I’m living my best life.”

I chuckled. “That was a very impressive stick.”

“It was a very impressive stick.”She looked me up and down, her expression shifting. “Thank you.”

“There’s no thanks necessary.”

“Of course there is.”

“Why is there?”

“You stepped in front of a charging boar without thinking twice about it.”

“You were in danger.”

“And you protected me.”

“Of course I protected you. I would do so with my dying breath.”

Her eyes widened and a soft blush covered her cheeks. “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the truth, lover.”

Next to us, Luca grinned widely. “Bene! Very exciting! This will be a story to tell, no?”

“Definitely a story to tell,”Naomi agreed.

“And now,”Luca continued, “we find more truffles. The excitement makes the forest more generous.”

He was right. Over the next two hours, we found six more truffles, including one that made Luca actually weep with joy. Naomi threw herself into the hunt with complete abandon, no longer caring about dirt under her fingernails or mud on her jeans.

“I think I’m getting good at this,”she said, extracting another truffle from the soil.

“You’re a natural,”Luca confirmed. “Usually, city people are afraid to get dirty. But you have the spirit of a truffle hunter.”

“Hear that?”she said to me. “I have the spirit of a truffle hunter.”

“Very sexy.”

“Everything’s sexy when you say it like that.”

“That’s because I’m thinking sexy thoughts about truffle hunters.”

“What kind of sexy thoughts?”

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

“Promise?”

“Grggggggh….”

She laughed and fell against my chest. “No take backs.”

“Never.”

By the time we returned to Luca’s truck, we were both filthy, exhausted, and grinning like young lovers. Naomi had dirt streaked across her cheek, leaves in her hair, and a scratch on her arm from a thorny bush, but she looked more alive than I’d ever seen her.

“This was such a good time,”she said as Luca loaded the dogs into the truck. “I can’t believe I was worried about getting dirty.”

“You wear dirt well.”

“I wear everything well.”

“That’s true.”

Luca drove us back to the villa, chatting us up along the way.

“I’ll prepare your truffles traditionally—shaved paper-thin over fresh pasta with nothing but good olive oil and Parmigiano-Reggiano.”

“That sounds divine,” Naomi said.

“Simple food is the best food,”he explained. “The truffle is the star. Everything else is just supporting the performance.”

“Like a good wingman,”Naomi added.

“Esatto! Like a good wingman.”

Back at the villa, we stood in the kitchen comparing our battle wounds, scratches from branches, dirt embedded under fingernails, muscles sore from scrambling through underbrush.

“I need a shower,”Naomi announced. “A very long, very hot shower.”

“The bathroom has a soaking tub. Perfect for sore muscles.”

“You’re trying to seduce me with bathroom amenities.”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.”

She headed toward the stairs, then paused. “Christian?”

“Yeah?”

“Today was peaceful for me.” She touched her temple. “Here,” she touched her chest, “and here.” She smirked. “Even the part where we almost got killed by a pig.”

“Wild boar.”

“Wild boar. Whatever. It was...” she nodded, “Thank you for that.”

“You’re more than welcome.”

I watched her climb the stairs, her jeans mud-stained and her hair a mess, and thought she’d never looked more beautiful. It was an eventful day, and as I made my way to the shower in my room, all I could think about was how I could do this for the rest of my days, with her.

When I heard her come downstairs, I was back in the kitchen preparing dinner. She was wearing a skin-tight mini dress that showed off her flawless, silky brown skin from her high-thighs to her bare feet.

My dick moved and I internally willed it to be calm.

“Do you feel better?”I asked.

“Much better.” She sauntered over to me and place her hands on my left shoulder. “It was completely worth it, however.”

I could smell her shampoo mixed with the faint scent of a fruity fragrance that seemed to have settled into her skin.

“Can I help with anything?”

“You can open that wine.”

She reached for the corkscrew, her arm brushing against mine. The contact charged me, and I was coming to the conclusion that every touch from her from here on out would undo me bit by bit.

“Naomi.”

“Yeah?”

I turned to face her. She was looking up at me with those dark brown eyes, and I could see my own desire reflected there.

“Come here.”

She stepped closer, close enough that I could count her eyelashes, and see the pulse jumping in her throat.

“Are you going to feed me now?” she asked with heavy innuendo.

“Is that what you want?”

My lips hovered over her mouth.

“Yes,” she breathed as my mouth landed on her mouth, and I spread her lips with my tongue, inhaling her. She melted against me, her hands fisting my shirt, pulling me closer.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned, and I grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the table.

A plate slipped to the floor and shattered, but neither of us could be bothered by the mess. Heat drenched my skin, and my dick turned to stone. I sucked off Naomi’s tongue and kissed down her face and bit into her neck.

“Ooh…”

When my gaze dropped to her thighs, her skirt was hiked around her waist, and her clitoris peeked from her moist, shiny pussy dusted with a light layer of curly hair.

“Fuuuck…” I cursed and held her steady under my heavy-lidded stare. “You came down here with no panties on, what were you thinking?” I asked, roughly.

“I was thinking maybe you’d appreciate the show.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, allow me to show my appreciation.”

I spread her out on the table, tossed her legs over my shoulders, and dropped my face between her thighs.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmured, licking across her lightly, teasing, savoring the moment before I inhaled her.

I let my tongue go first, deep diving between her flesh and my mouth followed, sucking her up like a freeze pop.

“Oooooooh…” she moaned and twitched.

I held her down, my hands clutching her waist, branding my fingerprints there to keep her from escaping. Then it was on. My tongue surfed as I sucked and dined on Naomi like she was my last meal.

She was delicious, and I drowned in her flavor, suspended on a high.

“Ssssssss…..” Naomi hissed and grabbed my head, bucking against my mouth, and I enjoyed every second of it.

I flicked my tongue across her clit, over and over, sucked her deep, covered the full width of her thick pussy, and slurped her up repeatedly.

“Mmmmmmm,” I hummed, starved for every ounce she gave as she dripped all over my tongue.

“Baby, oh!” Her hands gripped my head. “I’m going to cum, oh!”

She was thrashing against my mouth, and my grip tightened as I sucked and she pumped, then squirted and jerked.

“Shit! Oooooh!”

I rose to my feet with my dick in my hand, slapped her pussy twice, saw her vibrate from my whip, then slid into her essence with a fervent plunge.

“Ooooou!”

“Grrrrrgggggggh…”

She grappled for something to grab as I slid in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I anchored her ass in the palms of my hands and sank my fingers in her flesh, banging her deep, as she fought the air.

“Christian!”

“Mmhmm…”

“Fuck, this big ass dick!”

“Should I stop?”

“You better fuckin’ not! Oh!”

Her hands landed on her stomach as I wrestled her insides like a WWE smackdown that had her bucking, and profanity dropping from her lips. Our bodies burned as we collided, the stings from our flesh like battering whips the harder I plunged.

“Shit — Fuck!” we shouted.

“I’m gonna, oh!” Naomi was trembling again, and I knew she would come.

I pulled out of her, and she gasped, her eyes growing wide. Lifting her, I walked her to the next room and bent her over a chaise lounge chair. I slipped my hand around her neck and lifted her thigh with my other hand.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to, Naomi. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

I dragged my curving dick against her pussy. “Are you sure you understand?”

“Yes! Just give me the dick now!”

“Say please.”

“Please!”

I pushed inside of her all the way to her cervix, and she nearly sprinted forward.

“Aht, aht. There’s no getting away from me now.”

I plunged repeatedly—out, in, beating her down as she cried, cursed, whimpered, and vibrated. Pleasure ripped through my body down to the soles of my feet, and I bent forward, dipping and digging in her pussy while I bit into her shoulder.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” she cursed, and tears sprang from her eyes as I fucked her harder with each thrust.

“Christian! Oh! Oh! Yeeeeeeeesss!”

I could feel my orgasm build, and my footing became unsteady the more I held myself back.

“Grrrrgh fuck!”

“I’m sorry I can’t hold it back,” she cried. “I can’t, I can’t!”

She came all over my dick, her warm, wet cream becoming my undoing.

“Fuck! Fuuuuck!”

I rocked her with so much intensity that we could meld together. Releasing her, I jerked from her body and splashed her ass as I came.

“Naoooomiiiiii!”

“Oh!” She turned to face me, sat forward, and closed her mouth around my dripping erection to taste what she’d pulled out of me.

Those desire-filled feline eyes only made me want to destroy that pretty pussy more, and since I’d managed to get her all to myself, I’d spend the rest of our time doing nothing but that.