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John

“ Y ou think you can play that game with me?” I growled. “I invented it.”

I'd hastily bolted the metal door of a tiny outbuilding and pushed Claire against it, grabbing her face in my hands and forcing her lips against mine. My cock pulsed almost painfully at the heat of her, at the way she moaned as I forced my tongue into her mouth.

My mouth moved to her neck, sucking and nibbling, and I spotted her expression: smug as hell, with a smile that said she was very proud of herself for making me lose control.

“On your knees,” I ordered. “I’m going to fuck that smile off your face.”

Claire bit her lip, taking a short little breath that told me how turned on she was. That did nothing to shrink my hardened cock, which strained against my pants.

Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground. I unbuckled my belt to free my cock before giving it a couple pumps and moving to her mouth .

“For the record,” Claire said, raising an eyebrow, “I think smugness is warranted, given how quickly the pants came down.”

Before I could give some sarcastic answer, she’d taken my cock between her lips. I groaned as she started to suck. I moved a hand into her hair, holding her in place so I could more easily fuck her incredibly hot mouth.

“Christ,” I gasped out, bracing my other hand against the door. “I’ve wanted to fuck that pretty mouth for days. Who knew it was so filthy?”

Claire moaned around my cock, pleased by the praise, and I already felt ready to come in her mouth.

“I should take you over my knee for breaking me like this,” I said, low and husky. “Would you like that?”

A shiver went through her, and without stopping, she looked up at me and gave a little nod. Fuck.

Panting, I moved away with effort, then pulled her to her feet. I looked around the tiny shed. There was barely any standing room; most of it was taken up by a utility tank.

“Put your hands on that,” I said, my voice almost a snarl as I spun her over to the tank. “Don’t move.”

Claire shuddered, then obeyed, which only aroused me more. I shoved her pants to her knees, baring her perfect, round ass. She squeaked as I gave it a little spank.

“Yeah? This what you wanted, princess?” I taunted. “You wanted me to fuck you anywhere I could? Take you openly? Hmm?”

I gave her ass another sharp slap, and she cried out.

“Yes,” she choked out. “God, yes, I wanted that.”

“Good,” I said, my hand wandering between her spread thighs. “Let’s see how wet you are, then.”

Claire shuddered as my fingers found the hot slit of her cunt. She was soaking wet, and my fingers were instantly slick as I slid them inside her and fucked her slowly. She gasped and her grip on the metal tightened.

“Filthy girl,” I murmured in her ear. “Teasing me like that. I bet you were soaked this whole time, weren’t you?”

She huffed, her expression defiant.

“Teach me, then,” she said, her breath uneven. “That’s what you’re supposed to be doing, isn’t it? ”

I gave her another hard spank on her ass, and she whimpered.

“Yeah,” I replied, “and you'll get exactly the education you deserve.”

I pushed her upper body over the tank, then moved between her soft, pretty thighs and entered her from behind.

She gasped at the penetration, then moaned loudly as I took her with a hard thrust. I grunted at the feel of her.

She was so hot, so wet, so…mine. I grabbed a fistful of her long hair, kissing the dark red strands.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she clenched around me. “You always feel so. Goddamn. Incredible.”

I gave her a couple more slow, hard thrusts, gritting my teeth against the unbelievable sensation of sliding into her slick cunt. She moaned helplessly, scrambling to rub her clit. I caught her wrist and stopped her.

“No,” I growled. “You made me suffer, so now, you’re not going to come until I say.”

“John,” she groaned, openly begging. “I need it so badly.”

I pressed a hard kiss against her shoulder but didn’t budge. Instead, I fucked her harder over the metal tank, pumping into her without mercy until she clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her frustrated cries. I covered her hand with mine, pulling her toward me.

“Mine,” I panted into her ear, right at the edge, kissing her hair. “Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to fuck.”

I pushed into her hard and groaned as I came, my cock pulsing with each wave of intense pleasure until I felt wrung out and shaky. Claire whimpered again, stuck at the edge of her own orgasm. I pulled out of her and stepped back, watching pearly liquid seep onto her thighs.

“My come is spilling out of you,” I said harshly. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes, God, yes,” Claire gasped. “Lesson learned! For the love of God, John, I need to come.”

I smirked and slapped her ass a couple more times, enjoying myself. She was going to bite through her bottom lip if she wasn’t careful. Finally, I took pity and slid my fingers back inside her, pumping into her roughly, and she squeaked in relief.

“Touch yourself,” I said. “Show me how hard you can come for me now that I’ve teased you.”

Her hand shot between her legs so eagerly that I chuckled. I pumped my fingers in time with her strokes, and delivered more short, hard spanks on her ass with my free hand. She made small, helpless sounds after each impact, and got even wetter.

“So good,” I growled. “Come on, beautiful, you’re almost there.”

It didn’t take long. Another minute and she was crying out, her voice hoarse and her cunt pulsing around my fingers. When she finished, I withdrew, then reached down and pulled her panties back up.

“You’re going to walk around like that for the rest of the day,” I said, stroking her ass through the fabric. “Every time you move, you’ll feel me, and remember that you’re mine.”

Claire shivered, and I hauled her against me, her back to my chest. I put my arms around her and pressed gentle kisses against her neck, letting her recover. She relaxed, covering my hands with hers.

“Was that good?” I murmured. “I wasn’t too rough?”

“No,” she sighed. “You were just rough enough. I liked it.”

“Good.”

I kissed her once she was facing me again, cradling her head in my hands.

“So,” she said after a moment, “what are we going to tell Kimmy that you taught me?”

I grinned and kissed her again. “Discipline.”

After we got back from our ‘walk’, Kimmy teased me and Claire mercilessly as we had dinner around the campfire.

“What did John teach you?” she asked, grinning at Claire’s beet red face. “I’m guessing, with how long you were gone, it was pretty hands-on. ”

Claire cringed, and I laughed. I was used to Kimmy, and after eighteen months of travelling together, she couldn’t have embarrassed me if she tried. Claire’s shyness was cute, though, so I joined in.

“There were hands involved,” I said, and Claire shot me a glare. I chuckled. “More than that, I can’t say, on pain of death.”

“That’s right,” Claire said, crossing her arms. “So quit while you’re ahead. ”

Figuring we’d embarrassed her enough, I wrapped a blanket around Claire and me and moved in close to her.

“Tell me something about the Valley,” she said as she took her sketchbook out of her pack.

I thought for a moment, trying to think of what else I could tell her. Claire never seemed to get tired of hearing about our home, and I’d answered this question a hundred different times.

“Summerhurst is a bit off by itself, because the east side of the valley used to be all farm and pasture. Closest to us is Brookside, which is the Harding homestead; Dreamspring, which is the Armstrongs’; and Greystone, which is a horse ranch owned by the McNeils.

Over on the west side, there are maybe 30 families, and to the north, another 20.

The south end, with the glacier lake, has the most people…

I'd guess around 60 families live around the lake.”

“Wow,” Claire said as she flipped through the pages. “It’ll be interesting to interact with people again.”

“What are me and Kimmy then, chopped liver?” I asked, chuckling.

She grinned and snuggled close. “You know what I mean.”

I watched as she started shading a sketch of a horse she’d started the day before. When she finished, she confided in me that she’d never seen one—only pictures or in old movies.

“We left our two with the Armstrongs,” I told her. “I’ll teach you to ride.”

She smiled and kissed me. “I’d love that—you being the expert and all.”

“Don’t know about that,” I said. “Even after all the training I did, they didn’t give me the outrider job.”

That was still a thorn in my side. Outriders were the protectors of the Valley.

They guarded our borders, responded to emergencies, and enforced our laws.

My grandfather had been one of them, and for a long time, I’d wanted to follow in his footsteps.

So much of my survival training, along with endless drills on horseback, had been focused on that goal. But it didn’t matter in the end.

I’d told Claire about that forgotten dream this past week. I mostly kept it to myself, but she’d been sweet and encouraging, wanting me to try again once we got home. I can’t think of a better protector than you, she’d said, with a smile that made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside .

Love really does make you into a hopeless dumbass. I’d never thought that would be me until I met her. And worse, I somehow didn’t even care. I just wanted her to smile at me like that all the time.

“That’s because you left though, right?” Claire asked, returning to her drawing.

I sighed. “Yes and no. It was kind of political, I guess. I got along okay with Geoff—the chief—but…not everyone was keen.”