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  But I must be an idiot. Either that or my brother has done one hell of a job of keeping us apart, which I know is more than likely.

  If my brother knows then I bet Hunter knows too. Guys are usually slower to understand emotions and feelings than women, and if my brother, as dense as he is, came to the correct conclusion, then Hunter either did a long time ago as well, or he has now.

  But the conclusion I’m thinking about isn’t just sex. This is so much more. This is me only ever loving one man. This is me saving myself for that man and that man only.

  Am I surrounded by a lot of girly guys these days? Absolutely.

  But I was also a Marine serving in an infantry unit. Some of those guys were absolutely as alpha as you can imagine…but still they can’t hold a candle to Hunter.

  Even the man’s name sends tingles up your spine, amongst other places.

  As much as I want him to run his hands all over me and give me a real reason to feel sensations all over my body, I don’t want to risk what we might have.

  And might is one heck of a stretch right now.

  I’m smarter just to play it cool, give this some time and try and build something with him. I want to prove to him I’m on his level, or at least as close as another human being can be. I want to be his equal, his perfect partner, and most importantly share the things he likes which are the same things I like too.

  I love being outside. Okay, not drowning in a tent like I would have been, but this freedom. The idea of sleeping under the stars excites me…doing so while I’m cuddled up next to him as a campfire burns close to us would make it absolute perfection.

  There’s a reason the top astronomers go to Chile, Namibia, and parts of South Africa. The lack of light pollution makes the night sky incredible in these places, and I want to see it with him. I want to look in his eyes and see the sparkle of the stars reflecting back my way while he calls me his angel.

  Jeez, I sound so damn desperate over here next to him.

  I feel like there’s some ticking clock in my head and every second that it makes that ticking sound is another opportunity missed.

  I know he’s best friends with my brother and I don’t want to come in-between their friendship. I also know I’m a big girl now. We’re well into the 21st century and women are free to go after what they want these days, no questions asked and no apologies needed.

  If only it was that easy.

  But I have to try.

  I sit up and slide out of my sports bra. Looking down at my breasts I see my nipples could cut glass right now, and it’s warm in here too even though I know the temperature outside is dropping considerably.

  I look over at his perfect body, the one that’s kept my panties in a state of ruin since he shot me in the ass with that dart.

  In Hollywood they’re always trying to come up with a “meet cute” as they call it. As messed up as it sounds that’s a pretty good one, although one that only some messed up outdoors people like the two of us would laugh at.

  But the last thing I want out of him right now is laughter. I want to take his breath away in a different way, and before I realize what I’m doing I’m sliding out of my panties and curling up behind him, trying to throw my arm over him even though he’s too darn big.

  “Charlize,” he moans in a deep baritone that bounces off the sides of the tent, cloaking me.

  I press my body into him closer, feeling my breasts squished against his back as I arch my pelvis forward, pressing my wetness against his back.

  He groans, grunts, and grumbles and then slides around, quickly facing me.

  His mouth crashes into mine as a loud crackle of thunder rips through the night sky and a bolt of lightning lights up the interior…but I don’t see it.

  My eyes are closed and it just registers as a flash of light…and the calm before the storm has passed.

  Now it’s time to enter the eye of the hurricane.

  CHAPTER 8

  Hunter

  In sniper school they always preached discipline and toughness.

  We’d read stories about snipers who stayed in one spot for days on end, often just yards from the enemy until finally…finally…the exact right moment presented itself and they struck.

  Killing a man is easy, getting away is the tricky part.

  And these feelings that I’ve been having since I laid down tonight have absolutely been killing me, eating away at my insides, sending my stomach into knots.

  Because there’s no way to “get away” with this. Her brother has to know. I have to tell him, or at least I was already thinking of how to break the news to him so I could pursue his sister properly, like a real man.

  But all that’s out the window now.

  One taste of her lips and I’m hooked.

  I feel her lips part and my tongue enters, her tongue following suit quickly thereafter and just like that our faces are fucking.

  I swirl around my tongue inside, tasting her sweetness, which is saying a lot considering we’re out here in the middle of nowhere and rushed to bed without brushing our teeth or anything like that.

  This woman is just naturally perfect, just how I like all parts of my life.

  I’m all about staying away from other people, keeping to myself, and doing my own thing.

  Not anymore. Now, for the first time ever, she’s showing me exactly what I’ve been missing.

  Her.

  Living in the bush, smelling fresh air, living off the land, and enjoying the solace of being by myself was always enough…until suddenly it wasn’t anymore.

  And now my mind is running wild, wanting to make up for all the lost time we could have been together.

  My hands slide down the sides of her body and I don’t feel a shirt, a bra, or anything.

  My dick jerks upward at the realization that she’s as naked as the day she was born.

  But maybe she has on…nope. I run my hands over her hips and thighs and feel nothing. No panties or anything. The wetness I was sure I felt on my back a second ago was coming from in-between her legs. I thought that was it, but I couldn’t believe it to be true.

  Believe it, just like I have to believe this is really happening.

  My dick is so hard it hurts, my balls already pulled up and if I’m not careful I’m going to shoot my seed all over her, claiming her externally when what I really want is to claim her interior.

  Damn, I’ve turned into an animal being out here so damn long.

  My desires are so damn basic, and like many of the animals I see on a daily basis we share the one characteristic that distinguishes us from the rest of the animals that roam the planet. The one that puts us at the top of the food chain in my opinion.

  We mate for life.

  And that’s exactly what I want with her.

  I want to build a family with her. I want to watch our children grow in front of our very own eyes. To raise them to survive, thrive, and protect this world we live in.

  That’s what life’s all about. I always knew that was the case, but now that she’s here, the thought is pounding in the front of my brain like Chinese water torture.

  Drop. Drop. Drop. Reminding me why I exist in the first place. Reminding me of my true purpose.

  To mate with the only perfect partner that I was truly intended to be with…the one who was put on this earth for me and me alone, and I for her.

  It’s dark inside the tent, but I can see the whites of her eyes, and the want they hold. All the hope, the unfulfilled desire, and as crazy as it sounds I can see the future in her baby blues. Our future.

  “Lay on your back in the middle of the tent,” I order, as I slide to the side and then move over the top of her, horizontally, as she does exactly what I say.

  I can’t straighten my back or else my head will hit the bar that runs across the top of the tent. Who cares? All that means is our bodies will be closer, more friction from our skin-to-skin contact.

  Good.

  Thoughts suddenly flash through m
y head. The realization that she came all this way out here to find me. The fact that she risked her life in her sole pursuit for me. Damn, no one’s ever done something like that for me, not even in combat.

  I’m not a sentimental person, but I recognize commitment and loyalty when I see it. She’s got both in spades, mixed with a bit of crazy. And damn do I ever like her kind of crazy.

  The woman’s got bigger balls than most men these days. She had no clue how I’d even react, but she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted and she came out here ready to look far and wide for it until she found it.

  And now that she has, she better realize that she’s not the only one who goes after what they want with everything they’ve got.

  I’m all in when it comes to her.

  “Beautiful, you deserve to be treated like the princess, like the queen, that you are. My queen that is. But damn. I’m like a sleeping bear who was in a life long hibernation and when you poked me I came out of that sleep instantly, and hungry as hell. All I can think of is devouring you, although I know you deserve so much better than what I can give you tonight, or even tomorrow. But I don’t have time. I’d rather make up for all the time we lost, starting right now.”

  “A life long hibernation?”

  “That’s right. Snipers rarely see people of any kind, let alone women. And the people I used to see in the South African Special Forces were bad guys, so the only faces I knew were those of the men I was trained to take down. And now, doing what I do, it’s pretty much the same. Hell, I swear I understand lions and water buffalo and even crocodiles better than I do people.”

  Even through the darkness I can see her smile, my senses have heightened to a level I wasn’t even aware was possible.

  But I’m learning a lot about life, and myself, just since her reveal at dusk.

  “So you’re saying…”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’ve never been with a woman. I was never interested in what anyone in this life could offer me, until you. But I’m not about taking things from people. This is a two way street, and you can bet everything you’ve got I want to take all of you, everything you’ve got to give, but in return I’m going to give you every ounce of everything I’ve got right back. That’s the way this has to be, so if that works for you then damn…there’s nothing else I can say because you’re the perfect one for me, woman.”

  “Not only does that work for me, but I’m in the same boat. No one ever came close to the lofty ideals I had for a man, a real man, except for you. Did I ever have posters of boy bands or athletes or anything like that in my room? Phhhw. No way! I snuck into my brother’s room and took pictures of his yearbooks with my camera phone. The one from junior year when the school reporter caught you at football practice with your shirt off…you have no idea where I’d put my hands when I looked at that picture, and I looked at it hundreds of times.”

  I breathe in deep and my chest swells with pride at her revelation.

  “And if I’m being honest…well…I transferred that picture to an Olympus waterproof camera I bought, just so I could look at it in the tub. You know what the funniest part about that is?”

  “There’s something funny about that picture of me?” I grumble.

  “No, no no! Not the picture. When I went to buy the camera the salesperson kept harping on about the zoom feature. I had to put a hand up and stop her, asking if there was a zoom out feature.”

  “Zoom out?”

  “Because that thick chest of yours, and that bulge in those thin football pants were too damn big. I needed to zoom out because your thick, fat cock, and your pectoral muscles that looked like tectonic plates were dominating the shot.”

  I grit my teeth so hard they grind. The hair on my arm stands up and I feel the precome practically dripping from the head of my dick at my woman’s words, and yes, she is my woman now.

  After a revelation like that there’s no turning back, but I still have to give her one last chance, just so she knows this is just as serious for me as it is for her.

  “This is the point where not much else needs to be said, partly because I can’t. My stomach feels like it’s in my throat and my balls are pulled up about that high too. But before I fill you with every last drop of my come I have to know you understand what this means. Once we start this there’s no going back, not tonight and not ever. I don’t give a damn who, if anyone objects to this. I’ll deal with them one by one. I’ll excommunicate them from my life if I have to, because even though this is happening damn fast I know that there is no life anymore…without you.”

  “I’ve spent my entire life going in your direction, trying to be more like you because I admired you so much, wanted to be like you, and most importantly the things you want are the same things I want. I’m not just out here risking my life for you…okay I am, but I enjoy this crazy, chaotic way of life just as much as you do. And I want to spend my life like this forever, even more so knowing you’re by my side. So when you tell me there’s no going back, well, I tell you the same. Once you slide inside me and it becomes impossible for either of us to tell where one of us ends and the other begins, when we truly become one, then you’re mine forever. And that means my demands are just as strong as yours. Once you’re mine, you’re mine forever.”

  “Good,” I growl. “Then spread your legs for me and show me our pussy.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Charlize

  My cheeks heat at his words, my mind reminding me both how much I want this yet how innocent I am at the same time.

  I want him to be my first, my only…the man to claim my virginity.

  Slowly my legs open and I’m on full display for him, but how much can he really see in the darkness of the tent?

  I hear the bottom of the tent crinkle as his big body moves. He reaches into a pile of clothes in the corner and suddenly one of those miner’s small headlamps illuminates the entire inside of the tent.

  He places it at an angle, so it’s pointing into the corner and not blinding us, the light spilling all around us.

  I hear him growl as his hands find my knees and he opens my legs even wider, staring down my hole.

  “Touch yourself for me, beautiful,” he commands.

  My hand slowly slides along the outside of my thigh before moving across my quadricep and in-between my legs. I keep my eyes focused on his which are intently following my hand move across my body.

  I watch his chest moving quickly, his breaths short, the muscles in his face and neck tight.

  “That’s it. Right there,” he encourages.

  I run two fingers through my slit, lubricating them before finding my nub and beginning to move in a circular motion.

  Hunter places one hand down next to my body and then stretches out his legs. He’s basically in a one-arm push up position as he slides out of his underwear, his cock casting a long shadow inside the tent and my hand catches, stopping in the middle of my rhythm, as I take in his size.

  “That’s right. This is all yours. Just keep going,” he says, reading my mind.

  I’m not sure if what I’m doing is right, is what he wants to see, but when he takes my other hand and brings it to his groin I get the hint that I’m doing something right.

  “Take my cock in your hand. I want you to feel me with one hand while you keep feeling yourself with the other. Please us both, woman.”

  I bring my hand down on the top of his cock and at first I flinch when it jerks in my hand, a response to my touch. I move my hand slowly forward along his shaft, nowhere near able to get a grip all the way around it.

  He’s hard as a rock, but stone cold dry, and I don’t want to hurt him.

  I bring my hand to my mouth, spitting in it, before placing it back on his cock and moving it forward and then back, bringing a loud growl from deep within his chest.

  “Just like that. Keep going,” he says. My hand moves faster on his cock and my other hand speeds up on my clit.

  I’m so turned on right no
w I’m trying not to come all over his sleeping bag, but I do want him to come all over me. I want him to mark me, put his seed on me so I can dip my fingers in it and taste it, his dick too far away from my mouth to take him between my lips at the moment.

  His big body leans in and his mouth clamps down on my nipple causing my back to arch.

  My toes curl as my hips grind forward, the pressure from my fingers on my pussy increasing to a point where I’m damn close.