Ch 08: Baby it's Cold Outside

I watched Chloe's black bra spring free, giving me an unobstructed view of her entire back. My eyes lingered on the dappled light and deep browns as the muscles along her black played in time with the flickering firelight, creating a captivating display that I couldn't have torn my gaze from if my life depended on it. The shallow trench where her spine looked smooth and inviting, and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to glide my fingers and tongue along her silky skin. Her trap muscles rippled slightly as her arms dropped to her sides, so her bra straps fell down her arms. Her arms... my god. Cords of muscle flickered with each movement, and yet they still managed to maintain the graceful femininity that often came with the fairer sex. The curve of her neck glowed against the dark backdrop of the little hut we'd built, and my mouth almost watered at the thought of tracing my lips along it.

Chloe was a masterclass in successfully balancing feminine beauty and masculine strength.

The image of her standing in that doorway, watching me fuck Ashlee as she fingered herself was seared into my brain. Were we ever going to talk about it and what it meant? This seemed like a damn good time to do it.

Chloe looked over her shoulder, catching me for the third time today eye-humping her, but, unlike all the other times, she allowed a small smile to cross her lips. God... a smile really transformed her beautiful face into something truly radiant.

My attention didn't stay on her face for long, though. She reached for one of the two remaining shirts I had, and as she did so, I saw the warm light reflect off the side of her right breast. It attracted my eyes like a powerful magnet, and I couldn't look away as it shifted slightly with her movements. Her breast looked firm, with a hint of the natural teardrop shape common among natural tits. The skin was a couple of shades lighter than the rest of her, and I spotted a handful of freckles scattered across it, suggesting that they didn't get much sun.

I'd seen a lot of beautiful women in the last month, but thanks to all the dancing we'd done around each other, in this moment, I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted someone so badly in my life.

"You can put your tongue back in your mouth now," Chloe said, picking up the shirt and unfurling it. It was one of my button-up shirts, and with her back still to me, she slipped it on, covering her magnificent body and breaking the spell it had put me under.

"Sorry," I said, looking back up at her face.

Her smile transformed a little, going from something pleased to more amused as she turned toward me. "It's fine. I know how you are around naked women. Can you pass me one of the pairs of boxers?"

I reached into the bag, pulled out a pair, and handed them off to her, failing to keep my eyes off her chest as she fastened the shirt's buttons. She started with the bottom button and began working her way up so that the shirt displayed a wedge of naked, freckled flesh that reached halfway down her torso. Her sternum was visible, and the inner slopes of her breasts teased me. Again, my mouth watered at the sight.

"So," I finally said, tearing my eyes from her chest to pull my t-shirt over my head. I walked on my knees to where her clothes were hanging and draped it over the line. Thanks to my clothes being so wet, I barely felt a difference in the air. I picked up the one remaining dry shirt and started unfolding it. "How are we doing this?"

Chloe sat on her ass and pulled her legs out from under her, giving me a view of her world-glass legs as she lifted them off the ground. She flickered her brown eyes at me, and I noticed her start with my torso and work her gaze up to my face. "We're going to sleep on a tarp in the middle of the woods under a parachute." Still on her ass, she spun away from me and kipped a little so she could slip her wet panties off and down her thighs. She discarded them onto the little pile with her bra and started to don my boxers.

"We'll huddle up for warmth," she continued, "And that's it."

"That's it," I repeated, not sure if there was more disappointment or disbelief in my tone. I watched her as she rolled forward back onto her knees while simultaneously slipping the boxers over her ass, giving me the briefest of glimpses of the body part I'd been staring the most at all day.

"That's it," she said, looking back at me. This time, she didn't let her eyes wander, and her stare reminded me that I was still kneeling in the cold without a shirt on. I slipped it over my head.

"This is a serious situation we're in. Our goal is to stay alive, and this is the best course of action. Sharing body heat and getting decent sleep is our best chance of getting out of this in one piece. Anything else is a waste of resources."

"A waste of resources," I repeated. "You realize that this is like... the end of the second act of a bad rom-com, right?"

Chloe snorted. "This isn't a bad rom-com."

"Yeah. I know that." I decided to switch tactics. She wasn't going anywhere dressed in one of my shirts and boxers. I had a captive audience for the next several hours. "What happened in Vegas?"

"You fucked Ashlee and Shea," Chloe said without missing a beat. It was almost like she was expecting the question. At least she hadn't played dumb or coy.

"And you watched," I pointed out.

"It's my job to watch," Chloe said pointedly. The poker face was strong with this one.

"That's not all you did," I retorted.

"You didn't seem to mind," Chloe said.

"I... didn't?" I said, suddenly feeling like I was losing some ground.

"So, what's the problem?"

The problem was that I wanted her. I'd been attracted to her since day one, and after Vegas, she lived rent-free in my head. I was the one making eye contact with her every time I looked in her direction while I was fucking one of the girls. She was looking into my eyes while she was fingering herself, and I was sure that she came at the exact moment that I had. The way I occasionally saw her looking at me... the way she avoided talking about it when I brought it up... I was almost positive she wanted me.

I wanted to tell her all that, but it seemed to catch in my chest, and I couldn't bring myself to say the words.

Why couldn't I just tell her?

"There isn't one," I finally said.

There was a pregnant pause where we both knelt within feet of each other in silence, and I half expected her to lean in and kiss me. That didn't happen.

"Good," she said and picked up her underwear to hang it out to dry. I watched as she turned away from me, my eyes wandering over her ass in my skin-tight boxer briefs. I hated feeling like she'd just put me off balance like that.

Considering our situation, she was right--doing more than sleeping was probably a bad idea. There was no telling how long we would be stuck out here, and we had minimal supplies. Still... why wouldn't she at least talk to me about it? I turned away from her and used the opportunity she provided by having her back turned to skin off my jeans and underwear, replacing them with the fresh pair of boxers. Once she was done, I hung up my clothes to dry, and we worked together to lay out the two deployed parachutes, folding the first several times to create a makeshift mattress and then spreading out the other one to use as a blanket. By the time we were done, Chloe had removed the tie from her hair and had let if fall to her shoulders, slightly damp and wavy. With the shirt, boxers, and damp hair, she looked like a young mom who had recently gotten out of the shower. It was insane to me that a cold, efficient killer could look like that.

"Alright," Chloe said, leaning the rifle against the wall near the door and picking up the small can of Sterno. "We should probably put this out. I don't want to wake up surrounded by a fire, and we need to conserve it."

"Sounds good," I said; I wasn't thrilled with the idea of sleeping in an unknown forest without any light source. All humans have a natural discomfort of the dark ingrained in them, even if it's just a small thing. Millennia of being hunted by things with bigger teeth and getting lost had instilled in us a deep-seated fear. Our ability to see, anticipate danger, and grow crops encouraged an affinity for the light. Hell, it was encoded in our DNA--the best source of vitamin D came directly from the sun. So, I wasn't ashamed to admit that being in a dark forest with no light source was disconcerting. More of Tanaka's thugs, wolves, or whatever the hell else lived in Norweigan forests could be out there with more sense than just sight to track us down.

I wasn't interested in letting Chloe know that, though. Despite looking like a beautiful half-naked female, she still gave off that 'fuck around and find out' aura that probably made men twice her size think before engaging with her. It was tough enough to maintain any semblance of masculinity around her without letting her know that I was afraid of the dark--especially when lost in unknown woods while being hunted by an angry, cucked Japanese mob boss.

Deciding that all of my frustration mainly came from the impossible situation we found ourselves in, it was probably best to get some sleep. I climbed under the parachute, pulled it up, and discovered it was just as cold under the fabric as outside. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. Fuck... this was going to be a long night.

And then Chloe slipped under the makeshift sheets with me and snuggled up beside so that our shoulders were touching. "Turn around," she said, nudging my arm. "Face away from me."

I did, and she slid next to me--big spoon to my little spoon. Considering the fact that she was smaller than me and about 60-70 lbs less mass, it was less of a big spoon and more like she was Yoda backpacking me. Still... I couldn't deny the effectiveness of her warmth against my back as we settled into silence. The parachute material wasn't the most comfortable. Still, with one providing cushion on the ground with another over us as a blanket, trapping our body heat, I couldn't deny that I was way more comfortable than I could have ever thought possible, stuck in the woods like this.

I doubt I could have done it without Chloe.

"Thanks," I said into the darkness. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Don't worry about it," Chloe said, her voice trailing in from the darkness behind me. "It's what you pay me for."

"Yeah," I said, lapsing into silence that persisted for a minute and a half.

"You did great today," Chloe broke through the silence. "Most people wouldn't have displayed that level of capability today."

"Are you kidding?" I asked, rolling around to face her despite barely seeing anything. "I would've ended up dead several times over if it weren't for you. I definitely wouldn't have been able to find Astrid."

"Yeah," Chloe said. "But this isn't my first time escorting civilians through dangerous situations. Almost all of them would have been killed still hanging from a tree."

"I got lucky," I said.

Despite only being able to make out the faint outlines of her face, I could sense amusement radiating from her. "I've seen well-trained soldiers get less lucky than you. Sure... there's a component of luck involved, but you also handled yourself well. Despite your hands being torn up, you managed to find me and help me get free. I would probably be dead if it weren't for you, and you've had almost no formal training."

I knew what she was doing. She could tell that I was bothered by her being so much more capable than me, and she was doing what she could to make me feel better about myself. I was grateful.

By this time, we'd been lying in the dark long enough that my eyes had adjusted to the dark about as well as they ever would. I could barely make out the shape of her face--her sharp jawline, perfectly-sized Roman nose, sharp cheekbones, and lips that weren't too thick or thin with a shallow philtrum that made them look a little fuller than they were. We were lying here in the dark, half-dressed in a cold climate, and her face was agonizingly close to mine. I could feel her breath on my face as we stared at each other. There was no scent of wintergreen or peppermint; all that remained was her slightly musky, organic odor that came from a natural, healthy, very real woman.

I became very aware of her hand on my hip. When had that gotten there?

The whisper of her legs across mine...

I wanted to kiss her. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her badly.

I was cold and hungry. I could feel the faint gnawing in my stomach signaling the need to eat, but there was a deeper, richer hunger that had been slowly digging at me for the past month, and as I lay next to this stunning woman, I could feel it trying to tear free and consume this woman.

Which was laughable. There was no doubt in my mind that Chloe could eat me alive, and part of me wanted her to--a huge part.

Her fingers flexed on my hip, the tips digging slightly into my skin so faintly that it almost didn't register. One of them--maybe her thumb--lightly caressed me.

"You should turn around," Chloe whispered.

She sounded the same as always, but I could detect something that suggested there was a reluctance in her suggestion. "You sure?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

I stared at those lips I could barely make out in the dark, barely able to hold myself back from just leaning in and tasting them. They had to taste as good as they looked... as they smelled. There was only one thing holding me back, though. I was ninety-nine percent sure that if I made a move on Chloe, whatever door of opportunity was left ajar would be slammed in my face for good. I couldn't have vocalized why... I just knew there wouldn't be another if I did anything at all in that moment.

Wordlessly, I rolled away from her, leaving half a foot between us as I adjusted my position on the semi-comfortable bed. A few moments later, I felt her scoot against me and drape an arm over my waist. Her breasts were pressed against my back, and I could feel her breath on the back of my neck; it was all driving me crazy. I had become accustomed to a certain standard of living, and being stranded out in the forest with the Ice Queen meant that for the first time, I was going to go more than twenty-four hours without sex. When was the last time that had happened? Probably when I was unconscious after Vegas.

"Try to get some sleep," Chloe murmured. "It'll be easier that way."

What would be easier? Sleeping on an uncomfortable bed? Having to choose between the chill and the scratchy blankets? Or was she referring to the fact that my dick was as hard as diamonds while her forbidden body was pressed up against mine for warmth?

I never got an answer to that question. My eyes were already growing heavy, and just as my consciousness was starting to fade, I realized how dog-tired I was. Before I knew it, everything went dark.

______

Soft lips. That's what I felt before anything else.

I blinked and saw myself staring into a pair of deep green irises that looked back into mine hungrily. A curtain of coal-black hair fell around, and light seeped past small openings where that thick mane of wavy hair failed to obscure it.

"Danni," I whispered.

God, I missed Danielle. That sweet smile had warmed my heart so many times. She'd completely given herself to me and had been so utterly devoted to me. She had wanted nothing more than to be mine, suggesting that she would be okay sharing me with others and even going so far as to ask for a collar. I'd turned her down because I knew she wanted a more stable relationship than the one I could give her. Even after all this time, I made the right call.

That didn't mean that I didn't miss her.

"Shhh," she said, giving me her sweet smile as she propped herself up on her elbows, one arm on each side of me. Her back arched, and I could feel the sharp points of her small breasts brush against my chest--those tasty morsels of tender feminine flesh that melted on my tongue the moment it ran across them. So pale, capped with areola like pale pink snow, sitting on top of two small hills.

"I missed you," I said, looking up into those gentle, verdant eyes.

One finely manicured eyebrow arched as her smile grew, and I could almost read her mind: I'm waiting for you. All you have to do is call out my name.

And I had a feeling she would.

The moment I opened my mouth to say something back to her, she giggled and leaned forward to press her lips to mine again. "Shhh," she murmured against my mouth. "Just enjoy this."

Her nose brushed against mine, and then she kissed me again, her lips moist and tender against mine. Then I felt her tongue lap against my lips and opened them to invite her in. My lover didn't hesitate in delving past, seeking my tongue with her own and engaging in play. She pressed on her elbows and slid a foot up my body so that her petite breasts nearly brushed my chin as she broke the kiss. She never looked away from me, though, and the look in those beautiful eyes of hers was nothing short of pure love.

"How the fuck did I ever get your attention?" I asked, awestruck at her beauty. Her skin was clean, pure ivory, and flawless. I let my gaze trail down her soft jawline, down her porcelain neck and neck and stared at those small, mouthwatering, pointed breasts mere inches from my lips. Then I buried my face between them. I nuzzled my nose against her sternum and inhaled deeply; she smelled faintly of lavender and Dove soap.

And then I felt it... something warm and wet encircling the head of my dick. I let out a long moan of pure elation as I sunk back inside Danni... back inside my sweet, real-life Snow White.

I ran my lips and tongue up her chest, marveling at the silky smoothness of her skin, and looked up into those forest-green eyes once more. She was propping herself up with one hand and had another gently caressing the back of my head. Her short fingernails softly dragged along my scalp.

"Oh god, Danni. That feels... I need more."

"More what?" Danni said, looking puzzled.

Before I could respond, I felt the flat of a tongue scrape across the head of my cock. It suddenly donned on me--Danni was sitting too high on my torso to be sinking my dick into her sweet snatch. Without responding, I leaned forward and planted a few soft kisses along Danielle's ribs as I peered around her and saw what was happening.

My assistant's dark brown--almost black--eyes peered up at me as she grinned around the head of my cock in that true Erin fashion. I watched in fascination as her tongue rounded the tip of my dick, swabbing it in her saliva as she continued to stare up at me. Her silver hair was in danger of falling in her face and obscuring her vision as she tilted her head forward and sunk more of my member between her dark-painted lips. Like Danielle, she didn't have a stitch on, and was currently on her knees between my legs with her pert little ass swaying gently in the air. I watched as her lips slid down my length in one slow, fluid motion until she swallowed the entire thing. My cock was encased in her tight throat, and I could feel it contract around me as I heard her gag.

I slid my arms around Danni and pulled her into me, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my assistant's throat around my cock while clinging to my former lover. Danni had straightened and loosely wrapped her arms around me as I cried out in pleasure. I felt her small tits rest on my forehead as she stroked my hair.

"Shhhh... that's it," she whispered. "Let us take care of you, love."

Pulling back, I stared up at her and let her gently push me back until my elbows hit whatever surface we were lying on while Danni lowered her lips to mine for another soul-searing kiss. I could feel her whimper into my mouth as our lips moved over each other's. Her hands roamed over my chest, lingering over my pectorals. Moments went on for an eternity as we massaged our lips against each other, hers lingering against my bottom lip, suckling gently on it before moving to do the same to my top. That opened the opportunity for me to capture her bottom lip between mine, and I reached up with one hand to grab a handful of Danni's thick mane as our kiss grew more heated and almost violent. I pulled at her hair, forcing her face away from mine while capturing her bottom lip between my teeth, slowly pulling it along with me as I moved away. She let loose a whimper, and I could feel an increasingly wet, warm patch between her legs grind against my stomach.

Finally, I let it slip free from my teeth, and she hissed as her head tilted back. Her thick black hair fell free from my grasp a moment later as I collapsed on my back, closing my eyes once again to concentrate on the feel of Erin's tight throat sliding up and down my cock while Danni began grinding herself on my abdomen.

"That's it," a silky voice purred. "Fuck her pretty little throat with that big cock."

A pair of pillowy, soft lips pressed into my forehead as long fingernails began lightly tracing random patterns across my cheeks, driving me to further madness as Erin continued to blow me. My eyes slowly opened just as those soft lips removed themselves, and I found myself staring into a pair of ice-blue eyes.

My Helen.

From my perspective, her face was upside down as she hovered over me. Her gold-spun hair spilled over one shoulder, giving me an unobstructed view of her other shoulder. I followed its curvature up to her neck and traced my gaze along her jawline and up to those beautiful lips. They were moist, slightly parted, and looked incredibly inviting.

The presence of Helen confirmed it--I was dreaming. I had to be. Helen was thousands of miles from me in New York. She wasn't close enough for me to touch or stare intently into her crystalline eyes. I couldn't have smelled that flowery, spicy smell of her perfume.

She smiled at me and leaned down to brush her lips across mine, whispering, "I hope you're missing me as much as I miss you." Then she pressed her lips to mine, forcing them open as her tongue sought passage. I hummed into her mouth as I felt the rough side of her invading appendage press itself against the rough side of mine and drag it across. The flat of our tongues sliding across each other as we fully engaged in an upside-down kiss was a new experience, and it forced me to drive my hips upward, pressing more of my erection into Erin's throat on a downstroke.

I raised one hand and wound it through Helen's hair, keeping her firmly engaged as our kiss deepened, becoming more intense by the second. I could hear her heavy breathing through her nostrils and feel it waft over my skin as I drank deeply of the beautiful blonde. My other hand wandered over Danni, effortlessly retracing the contours of her skin as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to my neck. Her delicate tongue danced over my skin briefly before suckling on me, sure to leave a mark on my neck. Her small, pointed nipples dug into my chest as she ground them against me.

Helen suddenly pulled away, our lips clinging to each other as if they were lost lovers being ripped apart after having just found each other again. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she tilted her head back. Her fingers pressed more firmly into the side of my face as she closed her eyes and let out a loud, husky moan. "Oh, yes," she breathed.

Danni pulled her lips off me and smiled at the older woman. She gave me a light kiss before pressing her face into Helen's exposed neck, pressing her lips against our lover's collarbone as a starting point for the journey they began to take across her silky skin. Another whimper from Helen followed by, "That's it... fuck me..."

But I wasn't fucking her. My dick was still buried in Erin's mouth. I could feel her lips tightly sealed around my girth as she worked them up and down. Her tight throat was trying to milk me dry, and her tongue danced across the most sensitive spot on the underside when she paused after every upstroke. Her slender fingernails were tracing lines and circles across my thighs and gently stroking my testicles. It wasn't Danni...

"Did you think I was going to miss out on this?"

I looked back at Helen just in time to see a hand slip around her and cover her breast with a palm. Fingers dug into the soft breast that hung mere inches from my face. I already knew who it was; that slight Eastern European accent identified her moments before Natashya appeared over Helen's shoulder, giving me a smoldering smile just before lowering her head to press her lips to Helen's trapezius.

"Natashya? What're you..."

Natashya wrapped a hand around Helen's neck and pulled the older woman against her. "I never got a chance to taste her." She smiled mischievously before lowering her mouth back to the same spot she had kissed, only this time, she pulled back her lips and sank her teeth into skin and muscle, drawing a yelp from Helen. It was strange to see my newest submissive like this. I'd been the only one to take a more dominant position with her, yet here was Natashya handling her like I would. I glanced down between Helen's legs to see that the dancer had taken the penetrative role. She'd donned a strap-on and was currently working it in and out of Helen's pussy.

"What about Emily?" I asked.

The dancer slid her hand from Helen's neck to travel between Helen's breasts. I watched them bounce against Natashya's arm with every thrust. "Oh, we are still dating. We just reached an understanding."

I groaned as I felt Erin drop her throat back around my cock. Her lips were hitting its base and kissing my actual groin. I could feel her nose brush against my stomach. Erin was good, but this was a whole other level.

No... this was a dream... this had to be a dream. Helen wasn't here with me. She was in New York. I'd broken Danni's heart. She wouldn't be loving on me like this.

"Does that mean you're available again?" I asked Natashya in a stranded voice. Danni was alternating between kissing my jaw and raking her teeth across it, and I held her close to me, squeezing her tight as I felt Erin's lips bring me closer to the pinnacle of orgasm with every stroke.

"Yes," she said, releasing the hold her teeth had on Helen. The lawyer let in a sharp breath as the pain left her. Natashya tossed her head, throwing back some of the dreads that had fallen in her face as she gathered Helen's long mane of golden tresses in a thick rope and used it like a leash to hold Helen in place as she picked up the pace of fucking her. "I can't wait to ride that cock again. Maybe I will while we watch Bobbi use her, yes?"

"What?" I asked.

Bobbi use Helen? I wasn't sure that could even happen in my dreams. Some things simply weren't reality, and Bobbi switching with Helen was part of that.

Danielle grabbed my chin, directing me to look back at her just in time to give me a searing kiss, lashing my lips with her wet tongue before pulling away and pushing my head to the side. Then she pressed her lips to my cheek and gave me a prolonged kiss before sliding her tongue up the side of my face until she reached my ear. "Isn't she just gorgeous?" Danni whispered softly in my ear. My entire body shuddered with the feel of her hot breath on my cold ear.

My ears were cold. Why were my ears cold?

I never got a chance to contemplate the question. As my eyes focused on what was happening in the direction Danni was making me look, every other thought was driven out of my head.

Bobbi knelt on the ground about five feet away. She was completely nude, and her hair had been pulled up to the back of her head, showing off her swan-like neck. Her grey eyes were staring up at me through long, dark lashes, and the smirk on her face was pure sex and smugness. Her collar was nowhere to be seen, and none of that mattered a goddamn bit to me.

Because kneeling between her legs in front of her was my sister Emily. Her back was arched as she leaned back against Bobbi, thrusting her breasts toward me. They hung heavy off her chest, with pink nipples fully erect and looking delightfully tempting. Her hands rested on her thighs, and no matter what happened, she wouldn't move them. Her long torso was taught, and her faint abdominal muscles strained under the effort to maintain that position while Bobbi held a vibrator between her legs. A pool of liquid surrounded the pair of them, suggesting that one or both of them had been squirting half their body weight in fluids from all the sex they were having. Judging by the way Emily's thighs glistened, it was mostly hers.

There wasn't a scrap of clothing on her, and despite our relationship, I couldn't help but stare. As I got sucked off by my assistant and practically molested by Danni, I couldn't tear my eyes off my beautiful Emily.

Especially while she was wearing Bobbi's damn collar.

Fuck!

"Oh god... Mistress! Not again!" Emily whimpered. Bobbi yanked on something behind her victim, pulling her victim harder against her. It was a leash. Bobbi--my Bobbi--had Emily leashed and collared and was making her cum over and over again for her amusement. All while watching her mistress get fucked by Natashya.

Emily whimpered and squealed again, her chest heaving as she strained against the collar Bobbi held firmly onto. Her thighs trembled, and I watched as the puddle surrounding the pair began to ripple and the edges crept outward. Liquid dripped from Bobbi's hands and the vibrator where she had it firmly planted.

Bobbi drew her lips close to Emily's and whispered something while the pair watched me.

"I know you want to fuck her," Danni said as her lips brushed my ear. She pressed them to my temple for a gentle, loving kiss and then continued, "I know you want to skink that big cock of yours into her. Just look at that beautiful little pussy. Wouldn't you love to have your dick soaked by all that fluid? Just imagine Emily cleaning it off after you were done with her."

Again, Danni sucked my earlobe between her lips and gently chewed on it while I tried to process the fact that it wasn't Danni's voice I heard. She'd spoken, but the voice was Bobbi's.

"What the fuck?" I gasped.

Bobbi stood up, her fingers still holding the leash tight as she dragged Emily behind her before the poor girl could have a chance to recover from who knows how many orgasms. She approached the table I was lying on, grabbed Danni by her thick mane of raven-black hair, and pulled her off the table. Taken entirely by surprise, Danni managed to keep her feet under her as she was suddenly forced off the table and to her knees. Bobbi, with her legs spread, shoved Danielle's face between her legs and groaned as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

"Oh fuck yeah," Bobbi groaned through gritted teeth. She looked down at me. "Trade you. You didn't want this one anyway." She shoved Emily toward me, and my sister broke her fall by holding her hands out to catch the edge of the table where Erin was still sucking me off. My hips were working involuntarily as Erin was still deepthroating me. How had I not cum yet? I usually didn't last this long... especially when someone was this good. Why hadn't I cum down her throat?"

Emily looked up at me with those massive, striking eyes of hers, her messy brown hair falling around her face and partially obscuring it. Her generous lips were pursed as she stared first at me, and then her gaze traveled down my body as it involuntarily thrust into the air in time with Erin's efforts.

The collar around her neck read, 'Marcus' Property.'

Where the fuck was this dream coming from?

"Kiss him," Natashya said breathlessly. I tore my eyes away from Emily to see Helen bent over the table I was lying on near my head, panting as her increasingly damp hair fell around her face.

"Kiss him," Helen repeated between breaths.

"You want to join me?" Erin said, pulling her lips off my cock long enough to ask the question and give my sister a cheeky grin.

"What the fuck is going on!?" I asked. Looking from one to the next.

My eyes settled on Emily, and she stared back at me. She'd risen halfway to her feet and paused when I stared back at her. She met my gaze, and her tongue danced across her lips briefly, wetting them.

Oh my god... was this going to happen?

______

My eyes fluttered open, and it took the feel of scratchy parachute cloth, the firmness of the ground beneath it, the chill of the night air tormenting my nose and cheeks, and the feel of a warm body pressed against me to remember where I was. The next minute was spent going over what had happened in the past twenty-four hours. I remembered the deaths of Tanaka's men, Astrid screaming as my bodyguard tended to her wounds, and I recalled seeing Chloe's naked back as she undressed in front of me.

There was no telling how much time had passed, but Chloe was spooning me from behind when I fell asleep. Now, our positions were reversed, and I was the one spooning her. Strands of her shoulder-length hair tickled my nose, and I removed my hand from the valley of her waist to scratch at it. That's when it hit me just how intimate we were lying beside each other.

It felt nice when she'd been behind me, but this... this felt much different. Her back was firmly pressed against my chest, and the smell of her threatened to overpower my senses. My hand had been resting on her waist, where it began to curve into her hip. That wasn't the most thrilling part, though. It was the fact that her well-muscled ass was pressed into my painfully erect dick.

Don't get me wrong... having her body pressed against me underneath the impromptu blankets had paid off. My face was cold where exposed to the elements, but under the tough material, it was toasty and warm by comparison as we shared each other's body heat. The only downside was that I had several inches of painfully erect steel just begging for pressure and friction, and Chloe's ass was one hell of a tempting thing to rub my crotch against. It was taking all my fucking willpower not to slide my hand around to her abdomen and pull her back against me while I rubbed the length of my hardon up and down the trench of her ass.

I spent the next ten minutes in the dark, unable to sleep because of my situation. I kept thinking about how tight Chloe's body was... how well-toned she was while still managing to seem soft where it counted. She was a world wonder; all I wanted to do was discover and explore more of this hidden gem sharing my 'bed.' I closed my eyes tight and tried to calm myself down, deciding that if nothing was going to happen between me and her tonight, then I needed to do something... anything to calm the fuck down.

It would have been nice to go for a walk, but I was pretty sure my clothes were still damp, and it was way too cold to be walking out in a t-shirt and boxers.

Unfortunately, the moment I closed my eyes, bits of the dream I'd just been having spun through my mind's eye. I saw Erin's sweet lips kissing my skin. Natashya fucking Helen. Danni--fucking sweet Danni--was on top of me, smiling down at me with so much love and affection.

My cock throbbed, and my eyes flew open, clearly not benefiting from my attempt at distracting myself. I felt my hips involuntarily move, infinitesimally grinding at Chloe's ass for a full rotation before I caught myself.

God fucking damn, this was going to be a long night.

Please... couldn't I just go back to sleep and dream of counting my money like Scrooge McDuck or something else equally boring?

I closed my eyes again.

Bobbi was there again without her collar. She was holding that leash, pulling it tight as a naked Emily knelt between her legs, her back pressed against my submissive and taking up the role of a submissive herself. I couldn't look away from those pretty, pale gray eyes as she stared back at me. Bobbi's hand was buried between her legs, her fingers clearly working in and out of Emily's... oh fuck.

I felt a palm on my crotch and looked down to see Carla staring up at me, biting her lip as she rubbed my length up and down in the boxers I now wore as I stood there.

"You paid such a high price for me, baby," she husked and planted a kiss on my hip. "It'd be a shame to just fuck me once."

FUCK!

My eyes flew open. I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath to loosen the tightness in my chest. Was I being punished? Was I Jesus Christ wandering in the desert, dying of hunger while the Devil tossed pieces of bread at me and taunted me? It's how I felt. God... I could even still feel the ghost of the pressure from Dream Carla's hand on my crotch.

Wait... no. That was real.

I felt friction.

My dick felt relief, followed by an immediate sense of greater hunger as something continued to press against it, rubbing up and down its length in a slow, deliberate rhythm. I double-checked that I wasn't doing anything other than lying very still.

As her ass continued to rock back and forth, I decided she was unconscious. She had to be doing this in her sleep because she was so adamant against doing anything other than resting to conserve strength. Now, she was unconsciously trying to get me off, and, of course, I'd dreamed for over a month of having this woman, so I wouldn't have been surprised if I ended up nutting in my boxers from a little bit of dry humping.

Her ass paused mid-grind, and nothing happened for the next few seconds, and then there was a single, much more deliberate push against my crotch. Her strong ass-cheek worked my manhood better than Dream Carla's hand.

And then what Chloe did next absolutely floored me. She reached down, grabbed my hand, and slowly slid it up until my palm sat firmly on her cloth-covered tit. Then she left it there as she continued to grind against me.

Who the fuck was I lying in bed with? What happened to Chloe "Anything else is a waste of resources" Tanner? I had no idea, but I did know one thing--despite getting a clear invitation, I wasn't going to make a move on her. Not after all the crap she gave me earlier.

Ten minutes of grinding against my groin passed while my hand remained unmoving on her breast. Then she leaned slightly away from me, her back and rear pulling away from me and, despite the blankets, making me feel a few degrees colder. I missed her body before she'd managed to finish moving away from me, and immediately felt flooded with regret. I'd waited too long to respond, and she must have thought I was still asleep. Once again, I felt like I'd missed a window of opportunity with this woman, and I swore that I'd beat Tanaka's men to the punch and kill myself.

And then Chloe rolled over to face me, adjusting to press her body as close to mine as possible. Once again, I could barely distinguish her features in the near-total darkness, and I stared back at her. I would have paid a billion dollars for a light to see her face even though she could have taught a masterclass on stoicism. I would have grasped at the faintest of straws if it gave me hope of understanding her thoughts.

More minutes passed in silence as we stared at each other, both very well aware that the other wasn't asleep. I didn't know what time it was or where we were or how long I'd been asleep. The only thing that existed for me was my painful erection and the fact that I had a gorgeous, half-dressed woman pressed up against me with her lips mere inches from mine. Yet, my resolve had returned--with the reemergence of hope, I was committed to holding out until she either made the move or let me fall asleep.

She kissed me.

Before I knew what was happening, Chloe simply moved her head inward and gently pressed her lips to mine for a kiss that I could only describe as experimental. Her mouth was soft and pliable against mine, like the softest down, which was the last thing I expected from this hardened ex-CIA agent turned head of security. Her lips moved ever so slightly against mine, opening a fraction before closing again as if she were trying to decide just how explicit this kiss was going to be.

I didn't give her a chance to decide. Still staying exactly where I was, I opened my mouth and gently captured her bottom lip between both of mine, sucking on it carefully before letting it go and giving it a little peck. Then I followed it up with the tip of my tongue as it lashed at her top lip, barely grazing it.

I stared into where her eyes roughly were and could have sworn I could see them in this level of darkness. It was probably my imagination, but at that moment, I thought I saw her looking vulnerable and a little scared. That was impossible, though. This was Chloe we were talking about. I witnessed her kill a man by snapping his neck with her ankles. She wasn't scared of anything... especially someone like me.

Movement between us attracted my attention, and I could barely make out her hands at the buttons of her shirt. She was unfastening them--first one, then another. Then she reached for my hand and pulled it toward her chest, tucking it inside her shirt so that it came in contact with her breast. It had just enough give to confirm that it was all-natural but maintained a lot of the firmness of her youth--a testament to how well she took care of herself.

I could feel her thick nipple catching on my fingers as they passed over her smooth flesh, and I trapped it between two digits as I slid my palm over the silky mound. Then I noticed it; her breath was quick and shallow, and I could hear it coming in short, quiet bursts.

"I thought nothing was going to happen tonight," I said. There was no heat in my words... no notes of sarcasm. I was asking out of genuine confusion. She had remained steadfast in her resolve to avoid whatever was between us, but now, in this moment, whatever conviction she held seemed to crumble. I regretted my words as soon as I said them, afraid that everything I did or said was a step in the wrong direction.

Chloe hovered so close to me that I could feel her warm breath on my face, no matter how shallow her breaths. Her forehead brushed mine. Her nose nuzzled my nose, and I felt her lips brush mine again. "It's cold," she muttered. I couldn't see her eyes but could feel them boring into mine. "And it's been a while."

She didn't say anything else, but I understood what she meant. I tentatively reached out, placed a hand on her waist, and slowly pulled her tighter against me, suppressing a slight shiver from a bit of cool air that had slipped under our blankets when she adjusted her position. Rather than resist me, she slid in even closer, trapping my hand between our chests so that it couldn't be easily removed from her chest. I felt an intense heat on my cloth-covered crotch as she pressed her underwear-clad pussy against my still-raging hard-on.

"You sure about this?" I asked. We were entering some murky territory, and Chleo had been cautious for a reason. It seemed to me that a bodyguard who slept with their client couldn't do their job properly.

"Do you want this or not?" Chloe asked without any heat in her voice.

"God, yes," I said.

"Then shut up."

I wrapped my arm around the small of her back and crushed her against me as our lips crashed against each other. Our mouths opened simultaneously, and our tongues both sought access to the other, forcing them to confront each other. They pressed against each other in a frenzied dance, vying for passage and contesting ground. I drank her moans, and she swallowed mine as the hand on her back slid under the shirt and began exploring her smooth skin. Within moments, we were dry-humping each other, our superheated groins grinding like crazy as we desperately sought the friction that would allow us to get each other off.

Fuck it... I had a small army of bodyguards at my disposal. I could afford to distract the hot one.