go back to thinking of you as
just a good buddy again.”
He turned back to see her big brown eyes watching him in
earnest. “Is that true?”
She cocked her head to one side and the corners of her lips
bowed up. “You know I would never lie to you about anything, especially not
something this important.”
“And when we get back home?” he asked.
She looked away. “I don’t know.”
“Because of Ian.” It wasn’t a question.
Her silence confirmed his fears. He got up and moved to the
entrance of the little cave. His fist clenched so hard his calloused fingertips
bit into his skin. The muscles in his arms burned, but it was nothing compared
to the pain in his gut. “If I fuck you hard enough, will that make you forget
Ian?”
He heard her move, and in a moment, she rushed past him,
about to leave the cave. He grabbed her arm. “You stay. I’ll go.” Taking the
gun from the ground, he walked into the cool spring night.
It was just as well. Someone should be watching for demons.
Asher climbed to the top of the rock ledge protecting the cave below and
wrapped his arms around himself to ward off the chill in the air. Lightning
flashed in the west. Darker clouds moved in and large drops of rain showered
the ground. The rain came so fast that a flash flood washed through the desert.
The noise of rushing water, wind and thunder filled his
ears, and he realized he wouldn’t hear Nancy if she needed him.
The earlier fight forgotten, he started down to get Nancy to
higher ground. As soon as he began the climb down, he saw her hand grasping for
a hold on the wet stone. She lifted the packs to him first. Tossing them onto
the flat rock, he immediately reached down and grasped her hand to pull her up.
“I’m sorry,” she yelled above the pounding rain.
He shook his head, but she probably couldn’t see him. “I
asked for more than you can give and then got mean when I didn’t get my way.”
She didn’t say anything for a long time while they huddled
together on the rocks. The rain pelted them, but there was little chance of
finding shelter, as the sand below had given way to a rushing river streaking
through the desert. They were shrouded in complete darkness, broken only by the
intermittent flashes of lightning.
“Why can’t this be enough, Ash?” Her lips brushed his ear so
she could be heard over the pounding thunder. “I want you. I love the way you
want me. Why do we have to think about what will happen later, when there may
not even be a later? Can’t we just be together now?”
He turned his head, leaving only a sliver of space between
their lips. She licked her lips, and due to their proximity, her tongue touched
his mouth as well. His lips devoured hers and her hands slid under his shirt.
All his thoughts about what might or might not happen in the days to come flew
out of his head, rinsed away with the rain.
Booming thunder rattled the stones, but there was no escape
from the storm. They were fully exposed to the elements and each other.
Asher leaned back against a large rock, pulling Nancy onto
his lap, facing him. Her ass was soft and round in his hands and she smelled
like the lavender soap from the little pueblo and the earthy rain. Her legs
wrapped around his waist and she wiggled forward provocatively, pressing
against his already-responding cock. It finally started to sink in, this was
his Nancy and she wanted him. The fear of losing her that created the tightness
in his chest began to subside as the realization struck him. Her eyes were wide
open. She wants me . Ian is hundreds of miles away and Nancy Jones is
in my arms.
With his lips, he followed rivulets of water as they ran
down her cheek and neck.
She arched her back, thrusting her tits forward and giving
him better access. The buttons of her shirt fell easily open and he took one
tight nipple into his mouth through her undershirt. He thought he heard her
squeal above the storm’s din. Encouraged, he gave the other breast