Garrett felt the brush of Paige’s eyelashes against his bare chest when she woke up. He was embarrassed that his cock was rock-hard again and pressing into her. He’d wiggled the condom off after she went to sleep, but he hadn’t slept more than an hour after that. He kept waking up just so he could look at her. He didn’t want to sleep through the feeling of having her in his arms.

“Hey,” she whispered. “You awake?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“Is he gone?”

“Yes.”

He felt her take in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He waited, for what seemed like a long time, for her to say something else. At last she said, “Good. Thank you, Garrett.” He felt her lips against his chest and the weight he’d carried around, that she’d regret their agreement, was lifted from his shoulders. Everything was forgotten in a matter of moments except for the beautiful woman he was holding, especially when he felt her wiggling slowly down his body, leaving a wet trail where she’d been with her tongue. She pressed every soft inch of the front of her body against him as she made her way down to the center of the sleeping bag, and then he felt her hands join the party. She ran them slowly down the outsides of his thighs and then across the top of them, tracing the muscles there with her fingers, letting them come close to his sac without touching it.

“Jesus, Paige.” She didn’t respond verbally; instead she gently pushed his legs open and settled down in between them. With one hand she wrapped up his throbbing cock and with the other she cupped his balls and began to gently massage them. He felt a rush of electricity travel up his spine and send a convulsive shock through his body. Garrett’s eyes were half open and his breathing was becoming more ragged with each passing second. Her fingers were doing amazing things between his legs and he was just getting used to how good that felt when suddenly her tongue came out and licked across the tip. “Fuck,” he sighed, shivering again as she flattened her tongue and ran it all the way down his shaft and back up again. He was so hard that he ached, but it felt so fucking good.

Paige began to kiss and lick along the inner parts of his thighs while at the same time reaching up and running her hands all over his lower abdomen, softly touching his cock every so often and making it jump. She used her whole face to stimulate him, not just her tongue. As many women as he’d been with in his life, he had to admit, that was a first.

He sucked in a hard breath as she let her fingernails scrape down his abdomen gently and come to rest on the tops of his thighs. She left them there for a second and once again licked the tip of his cock. At last she opened her lips and let the head slip inside and at the same time she opened her hands back up and ran her fingernails across his thighs and down between his legs to his balls. She stimulated them while she let his cock advance deeper into her throat and she moved her tongue back and forth, up and down and around as she did, until at last it settled into the back of her throat. Paige wiggled up slightly to reposition herself inside the bag then, wrapped her hand around him, and began to bob her head up and down.

She sucked him from tip to base, again and again sending pure pleasure pulsing through his big body. Then suddenly she stopped sucking and let him slide out of her mouth. She held him tightly, wrapped up in one hand, and began stroking him while her tongue flicked back and forth over his head. She held her tongue out and let the head of his hard cock slap into it and then she ran her tongue all the way down the underside, only to lick back up and start all over again. She did that for a while, and then she changed it up once more, leaving a wet, sexy kiss where the shaft met his balls and then running her lips over his sac before gently sucking one of them into her mouth and rolling it around against her tongue. A Fourth of July parade was going on in his head...both of his heads…and he felt an orgasm building fast, barreling toward the surface like a runaway train.

“Paige,” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm?” Her mouth was full of him and the vibration of her sexy voice caused goosebumps to race down his legs.

“You might want to stop...”

“Uh-uh.”

“Paige...baby...fuck...” She didn’t stop. Instead, she lifted up her head, pushing up out of the bag so that she could make eye contact with him. Then with her hand still wrapped tightly around his shaft, she began to stroke him. Garrett’s hips were thrusting almost of their own accord and sounds were coming out of his chest that were unintelligible. She was so hot and she looked so fucking good with her gorgeous naked breasts, hair spilling down over them, lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed, nipples hard as rocks. Her hand tightly wrapped around his hard cock. Her tongue coming out to lick her lips. “Fuck!” he growled, reaching down and grabbing her under the arms. He didn’t want to come on her hand. He wanted her pussy wrapped tightly around him as he came. He wanted to be buried inside of her. “You want me to put on a condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

“I haven’t fucked without one since I was...well, probably too young to be fucking.”

“We’re good then,” she said, raising up her sexy hips and poising herself over the tip of his cock. When the head touched her lips with nothing between them but the moisture he craved, he lost all control. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on him as he thrust his upward at the same time. She was instantly impaled on top of him and neither of them paused, or even considered moving slowly. Paige rode him...hard…and he had to hold her down to keep from bucking her off. Their hips slapped together with each thrust, echoing off the walls of the quiet cabin. The smells of sex filled the room and the sight of her...that was almost as erotic as the way she felt to him. Garrett let out a loud grunt and his fingers dug into the flesh of her butt cheeks when he exploded inside of her. Seconds later he felt her tense and she let out a little cry before collapsing forward onto his chest.

Garrett put his hands on her warm back and held her there while he rocked up into her. Neither of them spoke and as they lay there together and watched the embers in the fireplace glow, he realized it was just one more thing he appreciated about her. The club girls drove him crazy with their endless chatter, and he hated that first encounter with a woman where she asked a million questions. It wasn’t that he blamed the woman for wanting to get to know the man she was fucking, it was that there was nothing about himself that he ever wanted to brag about. It was why he didn’t date. First dates were all about selling yourself, and Garrett hadn’t felt like he had anything worth selling since he was twelve years old.

* * *

Hours passed before either of them could bring themselves to move. The only reason Garrett finally did was because his phone kept ringing. He wasn’t ready to get back to reality. There was too much to do, and too many decisions to be made. But the fucking thing wouldn’t stop ringing. “You need to get that?” Paige finally asked, in a sleepy voice.

He sighed. “I guess. I’m sorry.”

She sat up. Her hair was a mess and stuck to the side of her head in places... but she looked so hot that his cock reacted again. “Don’t be sorry. I think I’m going to get in the shower.”

“Okay.” He expected her to just get up, but before she did, she softly pressed her lips to his. Garrett had never had a real relationship. Kissing to him was foreplay. He’d never had a woman who just kissed him for no reason, or as she came into a room, or when she left. It was nice and it made him feel warm all over. The sight of her getting out of the bag completely nude was nice too...but that wasn’t a strong enough word. Her breasts weren’t big, but they were high and firm and her nipples were just the right size to suck on. She didn’t have a six-pack, but he was happy about that. He didn’t want a woman that felt hard like a man. When she turned to go down the hallway, his eyes were treated to the lovely vision of her wide hips and round ass. His fingers itched to touch her again and his whole body felt cold without her. He was seriously considering following her to the shower when his phone rang again. He might just have to kill whoever it was calling.

Garrett didn’t get out of the sleeping bag. Instead he groped around on the floor until he found his jeans again and this time he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. It stopped ringing as soon as he got it out, but he had seven missed calls from Monkey. Shit. The president of the club didn’t call seven times to chat. He had urgent news or urgent business and Garrett wasn’t sure he wanted to hear either one. He knew he didn’t have a choice, however. If he didn’t call Monkey back, his prez would call again, and again, until one of the guys could make it up to the cabin to make sure he was still alive. Then Garrett would take a verbal beating at the very least for not making sure they knew that on his own.

He pressed in Monkey’s number and after two rings his president’s voice came over the line. “Why the fuck did I have to call seven fucking times?”

“Sorry, Monk, the phone was in the other room and I didn’t realize it.”

“Bullshit. Hey, look...you know I don’t care if you’re getting your dick wet, but you also know if I’m calling this early in the day, it’s fucking important.”

“Sorry,” Garrett said, again.

“Saint didn’t make it back.”

That got Garrett’s attention. It was like he’d just been given a shot of adrenaline. “What do you mean he didn’t make it back?”

“He got pulled over and they took him in...or he set himself up...”

“Excuse me? What the fuck are you talking about, Monkey? Set himself up for what? What did they take him in for?”

“He failed the field sobriety test first so that gave them the right to search his bike. When they did, they found his gun...and Garrett, they found the barrel of your rifle.”

Garrett’s head was spinning. What the fuck is happening? How did the barrel of my rifle get in Saint’s saddlebags? It was in my duffel bag. I left it out on the porch last night... “Fuck!” He threw the sleeping bag off and ran toward the door. Throwing it open, still naked and not even feeling the cold, he grabbed the duffel bag. He unzipped it and started throwing things out of it. The barrel of his sniper rifle wasn’t there. The rifle he used to kill Ewell. The part of the rifle they would need to complete their ballistics investigation. What the fuck was Saint thinking? “I don’t know why he would take it, Monk. What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know.” His president sighed. “But I’m calling everyone in so we can figure it out. I especially need you here.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m on my way.” Garrett ended the call and stared at the phone in his hand. He felt like he was in an episode of The Twilight Zone. Saint was his best friend, and Garrett hated to admit it, but sometimes he felt like Beau hadn’t really died. It was like his spirit had just left his body and found a new one...Saint’s. Garrett had been drawn to Saint since the first day he saw him in that restaurant across from the train station, and by the time he got out of boot camp, he’d read every one of the kid’s letters ten times each. He knew pretty much everything there was to know about him, and he felt protective of him. He’d never, ever do anything that would compromise Saint or put him in any kind of danger. So, who the fuck would, and how the fuck did they manage it? Garrett started picking up his clothes. He was going to find out.