Brack's mouth stayed glued to mine as he lowered my legs to the floor. He pushed my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them over my shoes to the floor. The only thing he took the time to do properly was lay my holstered gun down gently. His pants made it to his hips before he hoisted me back up and I locked my legs around him again. He gave a hard forward thrust pushing his cock deep inside me. I wished we'd taken the time to remove our shirts, but a moment later I didn't give a damn. His hands cupped my ass and spread my cheeks as two fingers entered my asshole. It burned and so did his cock. The last thing I was thinking about when we entered the hut was sex and my exhausted body was a little slow on the uptake. He slowed his thrust until my juices allowed him to glide smoothly.

"Harder," I cried. His mouth claimed mine again and we waged war with tongue and teeth. I swear he had better never cut his hair. My fingers tangled in the sweaty locks and pulled as I rode the steam engine called Brack Jacobs.

My orgasm didn't build, it exploded. I cried into his mouth and he backed off enough to bite my lower lip. It hurt. His fingers pushed deeper into my ass spreading me. That hurt, too. The pain was delicious. His thrusts accelerated and as I came down from my orgasm high, Brack blasted into me. I clenched my pussy muscles. I was entirely too sensitive, but some basic instinct craved Brack's cum deep within me.

I loosened my grip on his hair, wrapping my arms around his neck. He didn't pull out or put me down. Buried deep inside me, he walked into the bathroom, bent slightly, and turned on the water in the shower. He had to set me down so he could remove his pants, shoes, and shirt. I whipped my tee over my head, kicked off my shoes, and stepped into the shower. He joined me a minute later. Without words, we washed each other. I have no idea why we both remained quiet. Hell, I didn't know why he fucked me as soon as we entered the hut.

When we were clean, he pulled my back against his chest resting his chin on my shoulder. "I didn't like him touching you," he grumbled.

So that was it. I wanted to laugh in pure joy. I'd noticed his changing demeanor as the knife lesson commenced, though it never occurred to me that jealousy played a part. I should be running in the opposite direction as fast as possible. I never stuck around if a hot tryst turned into something more. It wasn't my style. I didn't take chances with someone getting between me and my goals. For some reason, Brack's honesty put a warm fuzzy feeling in my belly.

I refused to dwell on it. I'd much rather enjoy his slick fingers skimming across my flesh. I slowly turned and went to my tiptoes placing a soft kiss on his lips. "You could have stopped it any time."

He tipped his forehead against mine. "You need someone different to work with you. Ray will take over tomorrow. He's married, so it shouldn't be as bad." Now I couldn't help laughing aloud. Brack suddenly jerked my hair back so I stared into his eyes. "You think that's funny do you?" His slight grin confirmed he wasn't angry.

My hands traveled down his body as I went to my knees. "I've been very bad and need to make it up to you."

His eyes glowed with need.

I enjoyed giving a blow job in the shower. There was something more erotic about it. I put all my tricks into play. When my fingers traveled the crevice of Brack's ass, he stopped my exploration. The man needed to get over his hang up. Though I'd never done it, I heard stimulating a man's prostate gave an intense orgasm. He'd said my ass first and I'd hold him to it. I couldn't believe the thrill that shot through me at the thought of him taking me there. Then it would be his turn and, hell, I'd tie him down if needed.

"I'm there, baby," he growled between clenched teeth.

I looked into his eyes taking him as deep as possible. His head went back and his mouth opened with a loud groan when he spilled down my throat. After he recovered, he looked down at me. Those eyes.

"Come here," he said in that gruff way that had my insides fluttering.

It killed me to admit I was done for a while. "No more or I won't be able to walk."

His grin was priceless as he helped me up and gave me a hot kiss that almost had me changing my mind. My stomach rumbled and we both laughed. "I'll feed you," he said after another kiss.

With everything horrible going on in my life, Brack made it bearable. Maybe a steady relationship with a man is what I needed. As a bodyguard, my father liked him. As a lover slash boyfriend, it would be another story. That thought gave me a warm feeling all over. I needed to bring my father into this century and Brack might be the man to help me do it. Daddy's little girl was all grown up. The thought of the two lives lost because of me- okay, my stalker, crossed my mind. I couldn't face that pain right now, and with another rumble from my belly we stepped from the shower and dressed.

Brack used every possible opportunity to inappropriately touch me that night. He made me smile and laugh. He also made me dream about the future. One where crazy stalkers didn't kill innocents and my life could return to semi-normal. No, never normal again. If I survived, I would be forever changed. And thinking of change, I couldn't believe the difference in Brack since he reversed his refusal to sleep with me. I wasn't sure what caused him to jump into sex, but I was glad he did. I needed his body to keep my mind off real life.

We ate a quiet dinner. Once we made it to the bed, I passed out a few minutes after he wrapped his arms around me. No dreams and a good night's sleep had me ready to face another day and learn to kill.