Hunting April

by Danica St. Como

  Good thing for Glennon. He's damned lucky."

  MacBride glanced toward the interior of the Navigator. "What concerns us is that Black Crow's trail lead in this direction. The only occupied site out here is Sanctuary."

  "Then it's a good thing she was in the area." Daniel didn't actually wish Garrett any ill, but he couldn't manage any false enthusiasm. He shifted, crossed his arms. His body posture suggested a solid persona, but not intimidating enough to set the law officer on edge."Sheriff, I'd appreciate it if you could manage to forget to include my name in your accident report. O'Connell did the real work."

  MacBride mouth tightened briefly."Lucian briefed me, in case you needed backup. I'm aware you're not up here on vacation. No one else knows you're at the lodge."

  "And the game warden?"

  MacBride shook his head. "Not unless Glennon spills the beans in his drugged-up state."

  Daniel blew out a sigh. "Nothing to be done about it." Let's just hope our surveillance expert can keep his bloody damn mouth shut.

  Chapter Eleven

  Wednesday evening

  After a quick dinner of grilled, apple-stuffed pork chops and asparagus with slivered almonds, April finished the wash up, while Daniel tried to familiarize himself with the lodge's security structure.

  He knew his way around the basics of most security systems and surveillance equipment, but Garrett and his pal Duquesne had apparently set the geek bar to new heights. According to Sheriff MacBride, who heard it from Game Warden O'Connell, Garrett would remain at the trauma center for at least a couple more days. Daniel needed to adjust and adapt.

  Seated at the center console in the com center, he felt April's fingers on his shoulders. " Hmm, angel baby. I'll give you half an hour to stop doing what you're doing."

  She massaged the muscles in his back.

  "Upon further reflection, you have an hour to stop."

  He spun the office chair around and captured her in his arms, pulled her sideways onto his lap. "You do realize we're alone in this great big place, don't you?"

  "And what would you suggest we do, oh Great and Wonderful Oz?" She actually giggled like a little girl.

  "Wrong continent, sweetheart. Ozzies are Australians. Kiwis are New Zealanders. I am—well—ancestrally confused."

  "Oh, well, pardon me. Now that the history lesson is over, what would you have us do?"

  "Make love in every room in the lodge? Maybe even in the outbuildings?"

  "I see." She nuzzled the side of his neck with her cheek.

  "Of course, we can save time and begin right here."

  She sat upright, gave him a look. "Right here? Do you mean in this room, or on this chair? There is a comfortable-looking sofa over yonder."

  "Yes, ma'am, of course there is. But why wait?" He stood her on her feet, reached under her flowery sundress and slid her panties down to her ankles. "Sandals, too."

  She did as he directed.

  Then he rose and shucked off his clothes without delay. Naked, he settled on the leather office chair again and parted his thighs over the edges of the armless seat. "Put your foot here."

  "Pardon?"

  "Give me your foot."

  Her expression embodied curiosity, but she obliged.

  He placed her slender foot on the seat between his legs, so his testicles rested on her toes. His other knee was between her legs—he had her suitably trapped. He slowly worked his hands up her leg from her ankle to her calf, to her bent knee, then her thigh, folding the fabric of the dress as he went.

  He was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath when his fingers found their way to the outer lips of her pussy. Gently, he stretched and tugged at her slender labia, capturing, then releasing, the hardening bud of her clitoris with each pass of his fingertips.

  April wobbled.

  He took her hands and placed them on his shoulders. "Hold tight, sweetness, I won't let you fall."

  He slid one hand around her bottom, pulled her closer, then penetrated her, hard and deep, with a couple of fingers.

  She tossed her head back. " Mmm."

  He thrust into her, slow and easy, moved his fingers in and out until she began to ride him, matched his rhythm.

  "That's a girl, come on now."

  She rode him harder, swiveling her hips on the down stroke, her skirt swirling around her calf. The cadence of her breathing accelerated to hard and fast, then small meows of need escaped her mouth as she pressed down onto his fingers.

  When he judged she was nearly ready to peak, he pulled his creamy fingers out and anointed her lips with her own juices.

  She whimpered, then sucked them clean.

  With two strokes of his hand, his cock was at full mast. Lifting her fully onto his lap, he centered her over his sex and pulled her down. "Now baby, ride me for real and for true."

  She squeaked as his cock head pressed against the entrance to paradise. As tight as she was, she was wet enough for his thick shaft to enter. Daniel pulled her against him as his hips thrust upward, impaled her on his heavy column of flesh.

  "Oh hell's bells, omigod, Daniel, baby, you're incredible, I'm so right there, I'm coming now, right—" And she screamed his name as she pulled his face to her breasts.

  His hands grabbed the cheeks of her ass to anchor her, as he pumped upward and inward. Her body stiffened, and he felt her inner walls squeezing his cock so tightly, he was almost in pain. Almost, but not quite. Almost, if the feeling wasn't so damned perfect.

  He continued to thrust into her, keeping her sex slippery and pliable. Still trapped inside her overheated flesh, he embraced her, stroked her shoulders and back, until her breathing settled into a more normal pace.

  " Omigod, baby, that was incredible," she whispered. "But you didn't come with me, did you?"

  "Not yet, darling girl, but I will. And you will again."

  "I don't think so, really. That was so intense. So wonderful."

  Daniel lifted her from his lap, turned her so her hands were on the edge of the desktop, her stiff arms supporting her upper body. He turned the chair so he was sitting behind her. "Now, come to me again."

  He pulled her down on his lap, impaling her once more on his cock. She yipped as he pushed into her passion-swollen flesh.

  "Easy, that's my girl, take me in, ride me again." He held her hips, then moved his hands up and around to caress her breasts, tweaked her nipples through the thin cotton. Her flesh continued to pulse around him.

  "All right, now, raise off me." When she did, he stood, rolled the chair out of the way, then stood behind her. He bent her forward, over the desktop. "Stay right here, don't move."

  He left the room, retrieved the lubricant from his bedroom, then returned in less than twelve seconds. He pressed against her from behind, kissed her back, her shoulders, her neck. When he reached between her legs, his hand was cool and slippery with lubricating gel. His skin warmed the gel as he spread it on her sex.

  A soft low sigh escaped from April." Mmm, baby, that feels so nice."

  He slid his fingers into her slippery pussy. He replaced his hand with his cock, then buried himself in her hot, slick channel once again. He reached around and fingered her clit as he fucked her.

  April's rhythm increased as his fingers did their magic.

  "That's a girl. Come on, you can do it, come for me again." He buried his cock deep, while the middle finger of his right hand, heavy with lubricated pussy dew, played at the entrance of her anus. She peeped a high note at the pressure as he worked through the tight ring of flesh and pushed deeper, then she moaned.

  "Daniel, darling, I don't know—"

  "I do, baby. Trust me. I want to be your true first. Teach you everything. Share it all." He penetrated her fully with his slippery finger, began to alternate thrusts with his cock. She groaned, her voice heavy with need—then he pulled out his cock.

  " Sonofafuckinbitch, noo, put it back, oh dear God Daniel, I need your cock!'

  "And you shall have it." Taking his pu
ssy-drenched shaft in hand, he guided the crown of his cock to the tight rosy pucker of her ass, anointed it with her cream, the bead of pre-cum dew, and the slick gel. Holding her by the hips, he pierced her with his cock head.

  A small sound escaped her throat, but she held firm, didn't attempt to escape.

  "That's my girl. Keep quite still for a moment, can you do that? Breathe deeply, relax. Take me in, dear angel. Accept my cock."

  Keeping her bottom tight against his thighs, he had her trapped between his willing body and her keen desire. Returning his hand to her pussy, his fingers at her clit, he worked into her as his cock gradually and deliberately plumbed the depths of her virgin ass.

  Before he even reached bottom, he felt the electric pulses of his orgasm running their course down his spine, racing to his cock, screaming for release. Reacting to his ministrations, April's pussy suddenly throbbed wildly. He grasped her clit with thumb and forefinger, tweaked it, held it tightly as he slammed into her. His balls flattened against her flesh, his release taking command of his entire body.

  As she came again, her scream echoed throughout the lodge, followed in a nanosecond by his almighty roar. The lion had totally claimed his mate.

  Chapter Twelve

  Thursday to Sunday

  April's childhood had been bursting with laughter, sweet kisses, and warm hugs, but Angelo had quickly beaten away the fond memories of that happy upbringing.

  Where she'd found Angelo's presence repulsive, she never tired of Daniel's attentions. There was no such thing as "too much." For such a big man, he was remarkably tender, so very careful in how he handled her.

  She never felt as if they were just having sex—even as wild and breath stealing as the act was between them. He made love to her. Passionate, ardent love. He'd come to her as a mature, knowledgeable man, not one of the stripling youths she'd known.

  However infrequently.

  There was so much for April to learn, so much to experience. Daniel had infinite patience with her, moved gently for his size. He told her, over and over, how lucky he felt to be the man able to teach her new things. She had no reason to doubt him.

  April had read a boatload of romance novels in her youth, devoured story after story that depicted hot sex, heated sex, steamy sex, lava sex. In his arms, she found those extravagant descriptions to be based in truth. Wherever he touched her, he left heated trails on her flesh. She expected to see scald marks on her skin. Whenever he placed his broad hand on the small of her back, she swooned into a Tantric orgasm. His cock seemed made to pleasure her, even though it was larger and heavier than any cock in her meager experience. He used his talents skillfully, to bring her all the pleasure she could handle. And more.

  While they didn't invade the other bedrooms, there were certainly enough other locations in the lodge that proved perfect for sex. Her level of stimulation went over the top every time he surprised her with new and unexpected experiences.

  Without warning, Daniel had bent her over the back of a sofa and taken her from behind. Another time, she was simply walking by, when he lifted her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, then seated them both on a sturdy hassock so she could perch on his cock. Yet another time, he backed her up against the wall, then pumped high and hard into her tight channel. She screamed his name as she came, and continued to come as his big hands grabbed her ass while he suckled her nipples.

  April prayed the wild pulses Daniel coaxed from her body would never end.

  And what his mouth and fingers did to her flesh defied description. All of his sexual attentions were firsts for her. Astounding, astonishing firsts.

  When foreplay at Daniel's hands made her totally insane, panting for release, she'd even become depraved enough—to her way of thinking—to wiggle and present her butt in the hope that he would bugger her again. She decided she liked that word better than the alternatives. However, there was still no position as sensual and satisfying, no other position that tightened her nipples as much and drew her womb into a knot, than him coming into her as she writhed beneath him. Then, the meshing of their bodies was perfect.

  * * * * *

  If asked, Daniel couldn't explain what had come over him. Since the little firebrand had come into his life as the monster Martone's fiancée, she'd become his complete focus. At first, it was about protecting her for Martone—then, protecting her from Martone. Until protecting her morphed into needing her. Wanting her. Wanting her all the time, wanting her in every imaginable place and position.

  April made him crazy. He felt like a randy sixteen-year-old boy, his cock always ready, his balls needing to unleash his seed into her at every opportunity. Daniel Wyndsor had never been so out-of control, so totally 'round the bloody fucking pipe, in his entire life. All because of a little wisp of a girl, with her blonde-auburn hair and hazel-green eyes.

  They had sex everywhere, even after she'd first protested, laughing, about his stated resolve to do it anywhere but in his bed. He chuckled to himself. The girl definitely has nymphomaniac tendencies.

  Then there was the stream. Making love in the stream. Never mind making love. He was honest with himself. That was hard-core, over the top, fucking like randy mink. He'd been sure his heart would explode.

  Even with the indoor pool and the exercise room, staying inside had been making April fidgety. She wheedled, begged, and finally coerced him into accompanying her on a walk. He relented, but went fully armed. They ended up at the nearest stream, just outside the perimeter alarms.

  The stream ran swiftly but not usually dangerous, and had perfect boulders for perching. Before he knew what she intended, before he could stop her, April had stripped, tossed her clothes up the bank, then waded into the water until she was waist deep.

  "I've never made love outdoors. Daniel, come to me." She swished the cool water with her hands, then caressed her breasts and nipples. The nips perked into pebble-hard bits. "Come on."

  Daniel scanned the area. "Angel, this isn't the safest course of action. There's no one here to back me up."

  Hands on naked hips, she thrust her pelvis forward and sassed him. "I thought we discussed this—I need only you, baby." With that, she waded through the water to reach a boulder in the middle of the stream, then climbed to its wide, dry crown. She settled as comfortably in a sitting position as possible. Then she spread her thighs, bent one leg at the knee, and began to stroke herself. It was one of the tricks he'd taught her, and she was using it against him.

  "Oh, sweet Jesus. April, baby, you're killing me." His cock tried to burst through the zipper of his jeans. "Behave yourself, and come back here."

  "Not on your life, buddy." She fingered herself with one hand, tweaked her nipples with the other. "Bring your gun if you want to, but come to me."

  Shaking his head, he stripped down naked, except for his shoulder holster. If he indeed felt foolish, his cock didn't have a care in the world. "This is bloody ridiculous, and I feel like a fucking lust-mad idiot."

  And damn, he did just that. Fucked her. Took her like a Neanderthal. Grabbed her by the ankle, pulled her close enough to wrap her thighs around his hips, then slid his cock into her. He rode her hard. No gentleness, no tender lovemaking. Not even close to gentle or tender. He fucked her hard and fast, and she reacted like a wild animal. She raked his shoulders and back as she came, but he wasn't finished with her.

  He withdrew his cock, pulled her down into the cool water amidst her gasps. He kissed her, roughly and soundly, then lifted her and pushed her forward on the boulder. Her breasts pressed flat against the rock, her thighs spread wide. He pulled her hips back, opened the lips of her sex-swollen pussy with his fingers, then slammed his shaft back into her. Her cry echoed among the trees, but she angled her pelvis to take him in. He slid a hand between her pelvis and the boulder, ignored the surface of the rock scraping the skin off his knuckles as he jacked her off, again. As she came, her cry of pleasure finally de-escalated into whisper of okay, okay, I give up exhaustion.

/>   He pulled out once again, hard as an iron girder. He didn't rinse either of them off this time, but rubbed his pussy-drenched shaft in the crevice between her ass cheeks.

  With little fanfare, he lubed up her puckered asshole with her come juice and his cock dew and sank into her— that cry sent the birds flying from their nests. In half a dozen strokes, he'd blasted his seed deep into her body, roared like the catamount for which the nearby lake was named.

  As he'd carried April into the deeper water to rinse off, Daniel heard the faintest noise behind the sound of her sobbing sigh, then caught the slightest scent in the shifting breeze.

  Shagging like rabbits on a chunk of granite in the middle of a rushing stream, naked except for his Sig Sauer in the leather shoulder holster—Daniel wondered how they appeared to Bobby Black Crow.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Monday morning

  April found the deer, and she wasn't happy about it. Carcasses she understood.

  She'd been raised on a farm that included a small herd of dairy goats. However, the dead buck that blocked her path along the par course trail was a fresh kill, had been pierced through the chest by an arrow.

  Although not a hunter, she wasn't stupid. The deer had been taken out by a single clean shot through the heart, which meant the creature would have managed only a step or two before it dropped where it now lay, dead before it fell. A clean, righteous kill.