“Guns first,” Kasia said quickly.
He shrugged. “Very well.” He gestured and nothing happened.
We stood there awkwardly for a minute, the Swede smiling benignly, his friends standing there with no expressions on their faces. I looked at Louisa and shrugged. Kasia was clearly on edge.
Then suddenly we heard an engine in the distance. It got closer and closer until an enormous armored truck with a huge gun on the back came rolling into the clearing.
“Holy shit,” Kasia said softly. “Is that an M1117?”
“Sure is,” the Swede said proudly.
The thing looked like a tank mixed with a truck. It slowly rolled toward us, the guns heavy on its top. It stopped and a man climbed out, holding a case. He carried it over and opened it.
“Rifles,” the Swede said. “Plus grenades, body armor, armor piercing rounds, explosive rounds, normal rounds, incendiary grenades, and basically anything else you can use.”
“I want the truck,” Louisa said.
He smiled. “But of course. That’s compliments of me.”
Kasia looked like she was going to pass out from joy.
Louisa nodded. “Good. Wyatt?”
I tossed the Swede over the duffels. His friends took them and opened them, quickly thumbing through the bills. They nodded. The Swede came over and shook my hand, then Louisa’s hand, and finally Kasia’s. He lingered with Kasia for a moment. “If you ever want to see more beautiful toys, come find me,” he said.
Kasia nodded, and for the first time since I met her, she actually looked impressed.
“I will,” she said.
“Enjoy,” the Swede said. His men gathered the bags and they began to walk back toward the tree line.
“Wait,” Louisa called. “Where are the guns?”
“Inside,” the Swede said.
Louisa walked over to the truck and I followed her. She threw open the back door, and sure enough, the thing was packed top to bottom with boxes. Kasia pried a couple open and nodded.
“It’s here,” she said.
I couldn’t help but laugh. I threw my head back, laughing loudly. I’d never bought a huge shipment of weapons before, let alone a military-style assault truck. The girls laughed along with me.
I was excited. Desire pulsed through me as I pulled Louisa against me, kissing her deeply.
I didn’t even hear Kasia leave. The truck pulled away, and I was too busy kissing Louisa.
This was all I needed in life. Bags of cash, trucks of guns, and a beautiful woman that made my cock hard.
24
Louisa
Wyatt tipped my head back by the roots of my hair and kissed my neck. “Did seeing all those guns get you wet?” he whispered. “Let’s find out exactly how much you love it.”
I practically whimpered as his fingers slowly moved down my jeans and found my wet clit. I couldn’t believe how soaked I was. He pressed his fingers deep inside of me in the middle of the clearing and I gasped.
“We’re so close,” he whispered. “So fucking close. God damn, it makes me so hard knowing what you’re going to do with all that firepower.”
“Wyatt,” I gasped. He pressed his fingers rough inside my wet cunt, fucking me and pulling my hair back.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, pulling his fingers from my jeans. I did as he commanded, unbuckling his belt and slowly pulling his jeans down.
He was hard as hell as I stroked him. He groaned when I took him between my lips.
“I’ve been dreaming about that,” he said as I began to suck him. I loved his taste, loved his skin, loved the way he groaned. I wanted to taste him to badly. I put my hands on his thighs and took his cock down my throat, gagging and pulling back, breathing hard, practically panting for him.
“You’re so fucking sexy, it makes me want to come already,” he said, smirking. He pulled my head back and kissed me hard. “But you’re going to have to work for that.” He pushed me back down on his cock.
I sucked him right there in the field. I didn’t know who was watching, and I also didn’t care. I’d been needing him so badly for so long, and I hated every second that he was away. I wanted to taste him, feel him, fuck him. I needed him inside of me.
He groaned, pushing me down, and I took him into my throat. I pulled back, licking every inch of him before sucking hard on the tip of his cock. He grunted, pulling my hair back.
He practically dragged me to my feet. He walked me over to the wood line and pinned me up against the nearest tree. He dropped to his knees and tore my jeans and panties off before burying his face between my thighs.
“Oh shit,” I gasped, his arms hooked around my legs, squeezing my ass. I held onto his hair as his tongue began to lap at my pussy, licking up my juices, sucking my clit. He slipped his tongue inside of me, rolling around in circles, licking my every inch.