“This way,” I said, leading them all down the slope to the bottom.
There was a cluster of red pines, the trunks wide enough to provide a good target. I didn’t like injuring the tree, but this was more important.
I dropped the bag to the ground. “This will do.”
Bending, I unzipped the hold all and removed the gun and spare clips. Dillon and Kodee dropped down to sitting on the grassy slope, staying back to give us space, but close enough to watch.
“Come here, Rue.” I beckoned her over.
She came to me obediently, stopping at my side.
I pointed to the trees. “You see the biggest red pine directly ahead?” She nodded. “That’s what we’re going to be aiming for. You ready?”
Rue gave a curt nod. “Absolutely.”
I stepped behind her and pressed my body to hers—my chest against her back, my hips against the top of her ass. She was so much shorter than I was, I had to bend to bring myself to her height, resting my chin against the top of her head.
“Hold the gun like this.” With my hand on hers, I positioned her fingers correctly. I kept my hand on her arm and encouraged her to lift the weapon.
“Exhale when you squeeze the trigger, nice and smooth.”
I dropped my hand from hers, allowing her to take control.
“That’s right.”
The crack of the gunshot echoed through the trees, sending roosting birds bursting from the canopy. Crows cawed in irritation, flapping around before settling back down on their roosts. There wasn’t much point since we were going to send them flying again in a matter of a few seconds.
“Wow.” She switched the gun into her other hand a shook her fingers. “That hurt my hand.”
“You just need to relax, be prepared for the recoil.”
“Okay, I’m ready.” She turned her head slightly to look at me and her blue eyes flashed with something I hadn’t seen in her before. Vengeance. “Can we do it again?”
I nodded. “Yeah, let’s try again. You’re aiming for that tree, remember?”
The first shot hadn’t landed anywhere near the tree trunk, but I’d keep her firing until it did.
I reached around her, positioning her hand. “Relax your shoulders, straighten your back. Exhale and squeeze the trigger nice and slowly...”
Bang.
“Shit,” she cursed. “I missed again.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to hit anything. Not yet, anyway. But you’ll get there.”
Kodee and Dillon sat on the ground behind us, watching while Rue aimed again and again, each time missing the tree. I was conscious of their gazes on us. Both of them could shoot, but I was the expert in this field. I liked being good at something. It made me feel as though I could offer something to us as a group, and that I wasn’t only a thorn in their sides. I hated being the one to slow them down or cause other complications, such as what I’d done to Rue. It was a small thing, but at least I was giving something back.
She clicked on an empty chamber, and I had to reload for her, showing her how it was done, and then handing back the gun.
Rue squeezed off another shot, and a small explosion of bark burst from the tree trunk.
“I did it!” she cried in delight. “I actually hit it!”
Kodee and Dillon clapped and cheered from behind us, and she beamed at them.
“Can you feel it, Rue?” I asked her, grinning. “You’re taking back your power.”
She smiled back. “Yes, I can feel it.”
Maybe we should learn to feel strong from the inside, but when you had people chasing you who wanted you dead, I didn’t think it hurt at all to have a little extra help.
“Now you have to hit it at least five times in a row, and then we’ll say you can shoot.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded in determination. “I can do it.”
Rue turned back to the tree and set her stance to start again. I watched with pride as the first bullet hit home, and then the second. She missed the third.
“Start again,” I told her.
She swore under her breath but nodded. She was fierce and determined, and I admired her like hell. But I hated that my hands had been around her throat and that she couldn’t trust me because I couldn’t trust myself.
Perhaps I would be the first man she’d end up shooting.
I counted the gunshots—one, two, three, four, five—each one hitting the tree trunk.
“You did it.”
She stood on tiptoes and kissed my mouth. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, still not pulling away, her lips only millimeters from mine.
I couldn’t help myself. The scent of her mixed with the acrid bite of gunpowder was intoxicating. I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her against me, covering her mouth with mine. My cock was instantly hard, and Rue didn’t show any sign of minding, instead grinding herself against me. Clearly, firing the gun had been as much an aphrodisiac for her as it was for me.
A wolf whistle came from behind us. “Hey, hey! Get a room, you two.” I recognized Dillon’s Irish lilt.
I felt Rue smile against my lips, and, without breaking the kiss, I lifted my hand and flipped him the bird.
Sure, we might have an audience, but if my memory served me right, this was an audience that enjoyed watching. We were out in the middle of nowhere. No one else was going to interrupt us.
Chapter Seventeen
Rue
I’D NEVER CONSIDERED myself to be an exhibitionist before, but I knew now that getting it on with one of the guys while the others were watching definitely turned me on.
My adrenaline was high from firing the gun as well. I’d never thought I’d be that kind of person. I’d seen so much fear and death from people holding guns that a part of me had come to despise them. Only now I found myself on the other end of the gun, and Ryan had been right. It had felt like I was taking some power back for myself. When I’d been aiming, it hadn’t been the tree I’d been picturing in front of me. It had been the faces of all those men who had never thought of me as anything more than a vessel for them to take their pleasure from. It had been their faces I’d imagined exploding each time the bullet hit the wood.
Ryan’s erection jammed hard against my stomach. Our kisses were rough now, tongues thrusting, breathing growing ragged to match. He palmed my breast over the top of my shirt, squeezing, pinching my nipple to a point. I groaned and reached between us to rub the hard line of his cock beneath his pants.
We were like two teenagers standing on a street corner, making out, uncaring of what anyone else might think.
I undid his belt and popped open the button of his pants and pulled him out into the open air. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth lining up with his dick. His hands found my hair, lacing through my locks, and I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and leaned in. My lips brushed the smooth head of his cock, and I sneaked out my tongue to circle his tip. He tasted of salt and musk, and I wanted more. I opened my mouth wider and sank onto him, feeling him slide across my tongue and to the back of my throat.
“Ah, fuck,” he gasped from above me.
I sneaked a look to the others. They were both watching intently, eyes hooded with lust, their lower lips slack. They hadn’t touched each other, but I didn’t miss the way the heel of Dillon’s hand pushed against the front of his jeans. He might be injured, but that didn’t seem to affect his sex drive any.
Renewed by the view of the two men watching, I increased my enthusiasm on Ryan’s cock. I bobbed back and forth, taking him as deep as I could, my lips a firm circle as they slid up and down his hardness. Ryan’s hips bucked, and his hands tightened in my hair. My pussy pulsed, wetness pooling, low and hot. I’d always loved it when a man did this to me—taking complete control. I didn’t know why I found it so hot. I shouldn’t have wanted to be degraded, but having a man fucking my mouth, and holding me steady by my hair while he did so, practically made me come without me
even needing to be touched.
Though my eyes had filled with tears caused by the exertion, I blinked them away, wanting to get a look at the other two. Both were leaning back in the grass, now masturbating as they watched Ryan fucking my face. Still, they weren’t touching each other, but only themselves, and seeing them masturbating over us made me dizzy with desire, and perhaps a lack of oxygen.
I lifted my hand and cupped Ryan’s balls, soft and hot and tight. I massaged them, and his movements grew faster, the head of his cock almost hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Rue. I’m close. I’m gonna come.”
I couldn’t speak or do anything other than push him onward. My fingers moved farther back, to massage his perineum as well, and then he exploded. His dick jammed so far to the back of my throat, I didn’t even get the chance to swallow his cum. Semen poured down my throat in a stream.
Ryan went soft in my mouth, and I pulled away and wiped the back of my mouth with my hand.
“That was insane,” he said, kissing me and pressing his forehead to mine. “I think I almost blacked out for a moment.”
I giggled. “You weren’t the only one.”
We both glanced over at the others. “I don’t think they’re done,” I said.
Ryan pulled a face. “I know I am.”
Looked like it was up to me to take care of them—not that I minded in the slightest. My arousal was a fire burning at my core, and I needed them to douse it before I’d even be able to think of anything else.
“My turn,” Dillon said.
His leg wasn’t going to allow him too many acrobatics.
“You want my pussy or my mouth?” I asked him flirtatiously.
His eyes glittered. “After seeing that, I want the same as Ryan.”
“I want your pussy, Rue,” Kodee said. “I want to be the one to make you come.”
I liked the sound of that.
I quickly pulled off my pants. I had placed the gun just within reach when I was sucking off Ryan, and now Ryan picked it up, clearly happy to cover us. I thought we were safe, but I appreciated him keeping an eye out. I kicked off my pants and kneeled on all fours between Dillon’s legs, my ass pushed out toward Kodee behind me.
“Give it to me,” I said. “I need to be fucked.”
Then I leaned over Dillon and took him in my mouth.
“Spread your legs for me, Rue,” Kodee said from behind. My palms were planted either side of Dillon’s thighs, and I widened the stance of my knees, pushing Dillon’s legs wider too, so it was like Kodee was between both of our thighs.
His fingers met with my pussy, and he ran his digits up and down my slit and then pushed inside. I groaned against Dillon’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Kodee said as he fingered me. “Such a needy cunt.”
I clenched around him, needing more. Dillon’s hands found the back of my head, and he pushed me lower. I loved this. Loved feeling used and wanted. I was totally messed in the head, considering what my life had been. I should want the exact opposite, but this was all I’d ever known.
Kodee rammed his fingers inside me a couple more times, then he moved positions. The head of his cock rubbed my entrance, and he pushed inside, hard and deep.
I groaned, almost gagging on the dick in my throat as I did so. Two cocks deep inside me, one on each end. I loved being so full.
Kodee wasn’t going to be gentle with me either. Both his hands grabbed my hips, his fingers digging hard into my skin. He slammed into me with short, sharp thrusts. I did my best to focus on Dillon as well, but pleasure sent me into another world, and I let Dillon take control instead.
With each stroke of Kodee’s cock, my arousal tightened more and more, until I was so close, I didn’t know if I wanted to come, or just remain, hovering on the brink of ecstasy. In the end, I didn’t have any choice. Kodee reached around my body to rub my clit in fast little circles while he fucked me, and I spiraled out of control, my entire body shuddering in the throes of my orgasm. Dillon thrust into my mouth, and I felt him swell, but he managed to hold off until my orgasm had finished shuddering through me.
I was left wrung out and panting, but I couldn’t leave Dillon on the verge of coming. Kodee had remained still as well while I’d bucked and writhed on his cock, but now he started moving again, slamming his hips hard against my ass.
Dillon groaned above me, his voice joining that of Kodee, both men climaxing at the same time. I gulped down my second helping of cum.
I looked over my shoulder at Kodee. “We’re going to make one hell of a mess.” At least you didn’t need to worry about that side of things with oral sex.
“Shit.”
Dillon fished into his back pocket and pulled out a small packet of tissues, which he handed to me. It wasn’t as though I had to worry about making a mess of any bedsheets, but I didn’t want to get dressed with semen running down the inside of my thighs.
“One day, this need to have sex everywhere and anywhere is going to get us in trouble.” Ryan grinned.
I poked my tongue out at him. “You started it.”
Playfully, he stuck his back out at me. “You didn’t help.”
We both laughed.
I pulled my clothes back on and collapsed on the grass beside Dillon, staring up at the blue sky and white powder-puffs of clouds. “Maybe we should just live like this,” I suggested. “We could get a tent, and build campfires, and move around wherever we wanted.”
Ryan lay on the ground beside me, joining me in gazing up at the sky. “What about bathrooms, and toilets?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Hmm, good point.”
“And coffee machines, and food that doesn’t have to be shot first.”
I smacked his shoulder. “Spoilsport.”
Kodee jammed his hands on his hips, throwing shade over all of us. “I hate to be the killjoy in all of this, but we need to get on the road again. I don’t want to risk staying in one spot for too long.”
I propped myself up on my elbows and squinted up at him. “I thought you said no one was following us.”
“They’re probably not. I mean, I haven’t seen anyone. But I’d still feel safer if we were on the move.”
“We can’t run forever,” Ryan said.
“No, but we’re not going to be living out in the middle of nowhere either. It’s a nice fantasy, but it’s hardly realistic. You still need to be monitored by a medical professional, Ryan. We need to settle somewhere eventually and assume new names and jobs and everything.”
Ryan’s lips pinched. Like me, I knew he hated feeling like the weak link. “Yeah, and where exactly are we planning on settling?”
“I’ve been thinking about that, and I think Canada is our best choice.”
Ryan arched an eyebrow. “Think we can pull that off?”
“Is it worth the risk?” Dillon asked, looking between us. “What if we get caught trying to smuggle Rue across the border? We’ll end up locked up.”
“Locked up will be better than dead.”
Dillon clambered to his feet, clearly favoring the uninjured leg. “We’re not going to end up dead. We just have to be more careful about who we talk to.”
Kodee’s expression darkened. “I thought I was being careful. How the hell was I supposed to know Timmo was going to let it slip that we were staying with him?”
“You should have known. We’re trying to keep Rue safe, and instead you put us right in the middle of a shootout.”
The tension was rising between the two men, their shoulders squared and jaws locked. I hated to see them fighting. I scrambled to my feet, placing myself between the two men.
“Hey, stop it. This is no one’s fault, remember? That’s what we agreed.”
Kodee turned away again and paced back and forth, his thumb at his mouth as he chewed at a hangnail, a pent-up ball of nervous energy that was making the rest of us anxious. We watched him like a crowd following the ball at a game of tennis—back and forth, back and forth.
He suddenly stopped and turned to me. “What do you want to do, Rue?”
“Me?” I was surprised by the question. No one ever asked me what I wanted for my future.
“Do you want to go to Canada or stay in the States?”
I looked between them. “I want to be wherever is the safest for all of us.”
He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “So, Canada, then.”
“It’s only the safest option when we’re actually there,” Dillon interrupted. “We’ll be detained if we get caught.”
Ryan put up his hand. “Hang on. So, are we talking about hiding Rue in the trunk of the car or something, and just driving through?”
“That’s going to be high risk,” Kodee said. “They’ll be doing random checks, and it’s not as though the three of us don’t look suspicious.”
Dillon twisted his lips. “He’s right. We need a better plan than that.”
“Some vehicles get checked less than others,” Ryan said. “Regular commuters or truck drivers.”
Kodee’s forehead crumpled in a contemplative frown. “You think we could get Rue hidden on a truck to get over the border?”
Panic flared inside me. “I don’t want to be separated from you.”
“It wouldn’t be for long, Rue.”
The idea of being alone terrified me. What if something happened to the guys while I was hidden in a different vehicle, and I got across and they didn’t? I wouldn’t know what to do. I’d be in a strange country, with no friends or money. I’d end up having to survive on the street, and one thing I knew about Canada was that it got really cold. A panicky swirl of thoughts became a cyclone inside my head.
“Then maybe we should stay in America,” I said, defeated.
“We’ll always be looking over our shoulder here, Rue.” Kodee took my hand. “I know it’s frightening, but it would be for the best, long term.”
“I just don’t want to be without you.” I looked around at the others. “Any of you.”
Kodee squeezed my fingers. “You won’t be. We’ll do this right.”
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