Rain Shadow(29)

We climbed out. “You’re pretty brave, Reno. I don’t know anyone else who would have climbed in there with Chance when he’s in that wild stallion mood.”

“You were in there,” he reminded me.

“Otherwise, there would be a mountain of shit. I’m just glad I have a month’s supply of hay. Don’t know what I’ll do if this lockdown goes on much longer.”

“Well,” he said suggestively, “at least we haven’t been too bored.” He reached out to grab me, but I backed away.

“I’m not hugging you with that gun in your pants.” I leaned over and kissed him without our bodies touching. “Even though you look dangerously sexy when you’re holding that thing.”

“Yeah?” He reached across and ran his finger along the top of my tank top. Just that small touch sent shockwaves through me, and instantly my knees weakened. We’d been having sex morning, noon and night, and yet all I could think about was having more.

“We should probably go start the afternoon’s entertainment,” he suggested.

I took his hand. “As I’ve told you before, Reno, you never have to ask twice.”

The yard was quiet as we walked through it to my cabin. Cash and Max had been using the long stretch of lockdown to catch up on motorcycle maintenance. Their voices and the clanging of metal rolled out of the garage. Candy and Rose spent most of their time smoking pot and watching soap operas, and I was pretty sure they were keeping Jericho entertained in between episodes. I’d hardly seen my grandfather, and I considered that a blessing. I’d managed to keep Gracie’s blood pressure a bit lower by making her rest in a dark room for several hours a day. I’d taken over most of the kitchen duties, but there was little to do. After a long summer of eating berries the bushes were empty, and the few vegetables I’d managed to grow in the dry climate were finished too. We were getting down to eggs, of which we had an endless supply.



We stepped inside the cabin. Luke walked over and put the gun on my dresser and reached in for a condom. “Holy shit, our supply is low.”

I laughed. “There are several large boxes full of condoms in the warehouse where they keep the black market supply of over the counter stuff. We might run out of food, but we’ll be able to fuck all we want.”

“And I’m completely fine with that.” He walked over and pulled my shirt off over my head. Then with a flick of his fingers, he’d removed my bra.

“You are remarkably talented at taking off bras,” I said.

“I’ve had a bit of practice, I guess.” I reached for his pants but he stopped me. He unzipped my shorts and they dropped around my boots. My panties slid down with them.

I leaned down to unlace my boots.

He shook his head again. “I love those damn boots. Leave them on.”

“They smell like horse shit.”

“True. But leave them on anyway.”

I held his arm for support while I shimmied my shorts and panties off over the boots.

He walked over, sat on the bed and gazed at me. I was completely naked except for my worn black ankle boots. My nipples hardened, and heat pulsed between my legs as he stared hungrily at me.

“Wish I had a fucking camera,” the low, gritty tone of his voice was one I knew well.

I held my arms out. “So, you like what you see?” I turned around slowly and wiggled my ass a bit. By the time I’d turned back around, he’d pushed his shoes and pants off. He leaned back on my bed. I bent down to unlace the boots.

“Leave them,” he commanded.

He stared up at me with dark, glassy eyes as I threw my leg over and straddled him. His hard cock pressed against my pussy. I leaned over and kissed him. He reached for me but this time I stopped him. I took hold of both of his wrists and placed his hands next to his head. “This time you’re my captive, and I’m running the show . . .in my big, black horse shit smelling boots.”

I scooted back and pushed his t-shirt up to expose the muscular ridges of his stomach and chest. I ran my tongue along his skin. He lifted his hand to touch me. I reached over and pressed it back down on the mattress. I shook my finger at him. “Don’t make me get the bandana.”

He smiled, lowered his head back and closed his eyes. I dragged my tongue over his abdomen to the dark path of hair leading to his thick, hard cock. I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. I cupped his balls with one hand and took his cock in the other. He groaned as my fingers wrapped tightly around him. Another deep sound rolled from his throat as my mouth covered the glistening tip of his erection. My hand moved up and down the long shaft as my tongue played with the tip. I moved my mouth down over him, and he pushed farther into my throat. I teased his cock with my mouth and my hand.