We had a lot of naked fun when I was laid over at his place up in Oregon waiting for the gas tanker to show up, but this is different.

Something's changed between us. It feels different this time, not like we're just having fun, it feels like we belong to each other.

Stryker pulls my shirt off over my head and I scramble to undo his pants. In a few movements we're naked and my hand is wrapped around his thick erection.

Damn! I forgot how good he feels. How hot his skin is and how he shivers slightly where ever my fingers graze his body.

I want to push him back, roll him over, and slide my mouth down his body like he's doing to me right now but he resists. Instead, he moves lower, trailing hot kisses down my skin on his way to the source of my need.

His destination means his cock is out of my reach. It slips from my fingers and I whimper slightly in disappointment.

"Don't worry, I'll give it back," he mumbles into the cleft of my lower lips with a devious laugh.

Then his tongue slips between my folds and circles my clit and I forget all about not getting my way.

My thighs drop open without instruction and my back arches, pushing to meet the sweet torture of his tongue with each flick over my sensitive nub.

Tiny bursts of light explode behind my eyelids and I beg him for more.

Stryker complies with more torture, sucking my clit firmly between his teeth and then releasing just when the sensation becomes too much. Over and over till I'm squirming so much that he has to hold my hips to keep me in place.

I'm already half senseless when I feel his fingers slide through my wetness and sink deep into my core. The pressure and the way he strokes me from inside while he's eating my pussy is more than I can handle.

My hands clench into fists, first gripping the sheets under my ass, then seeking a grip in Stryker's hair before finally landing on the pillow above my head.

The world comes apart around me and for a second I think I've blacked out. I can't feel anything but the explosion of my senses all battling for dominance at once. Then reality starts to reassemble around me, I hear my own breath coming hard and ragged, and despite feeling like my entire body has just been wrung out and every muscle is slack, I'm still desperate to be filled by Stryker's cock.

I regain my breath in time to lose it again as his mouth climbs back up my body. His tongue tastes like me when he kisses me but I don't mind.

"God, you're wet for me, Jo." His voice is a strained rasp as his length slips against the dampness coating my thighs. Then he lets out a tortured groan when I tilt my hips, pressing my folds to his shaft in a motion that doesn't require me to say what I'm thinking.

"Just for you, Stryker," I say anyway, "I just want you."

The wide tip of his dick lines up with my entrance and pushes my body open and then he slides home.

I feel my body making room for him, my walls contracting in a greedy attempt to pull him farther inside me until there's no farther he can go.

It feels so good. I feel full and satisfied, like I've been empty all my life in a way I never recognized until Stryker filled the void.

God, I forget how well we fit together. For every moment I've missed him since I left his store that morning, I can't believe I forgot how fucking good he feels inside me.

Stryker moves, drawing back till just the tip of him rests inside me and then he thrusts forward, setting a rhythm that I match easily. We move together, my nails digging into his biceps as he fucks me with deep strokes till I feel another orgasm building.

"I'm going to come, Jordan." His voice is dark and gritty against my ear. I love the sound of it. I know he's on the edge with me, about to lose control and pour his seed deep inside me.

"Do it." I manage to grind out the command just before both of our bodies give in to the need for release.

I feel my pussy clenching down on his shaft even as I feel the hot force of his spend as he pumps into me.

For a minute, we stay together, holding on to each other as if we're afraid of losing our balance or floating away from one another. Finally, when we've both caught our breath, we relax.

Stryker doesn't let his body slip from mine yet. He peppers my face with soft kisses and looks down at me. His blue eyes are dark, his pupils dilated, his lids heavy with the need for sleep.

"Jordan," his voice is rough and his words run together slightly, "I never thought having the gas pump go dry would be the best thing that ever happened to me."

I raise my head slightly to catch his lips in a kiss before he reluctantly allows our bodies to fall away from each other and he rolls onto the blanket beside me.

"I never thought running out of gas would be the best thing that happened to me," I tell him with a smile.

His eyes close, hiding those baby blues beneath a flutter of dusty blonde lashes. A smile softens the masculine lines of his face and I reach to stroke the soft beard that covers his chin.

"I love you, Jo," he whispers on the edge of sleep, "and I'm going to marry you and fill you with babies when we get home."

I laugh lightly at his caveman words when he looks like an angel drifting off to sleep beside me. There's no way I'm going to let him get away with thinking he owns me like that-- even though something in my heart warms at the idea of belonging to this man.

Snuggling down in the blankets and pressing myself against Stryker's chest, his arm naturally goes protectively around me.

I hear Ninja's paws padding softly against the carpet and then I feel her pinning my feet against Stryker's as she curls up on the blankets with me.

We make a nice little family, I think as I start to slip into unconsciousness, maybe one or two kids wouldn't be such a bad thing.