Ill Wind

The stress of the day had finally caught up to Kerri, and despite her anxiety, she kept dozing off while waiting for Reno, but was unable to sink into real slumber. Finally, a knocking brought her fully awake. She rose from the bed and went to open the door. Reno stood there, looking tired and rumpled, but happy to see her. “Come in,” she told him, standing aside so he could enter and shutting the door after him. She gave him a wan smile as she walked past him to the small sofa.

Reno felt his apprehension rise once more. Her eyes had not lit up at the sight of him as they usually did, and she hadn't even given him a peck on the cheek by way of greeting. “How you doin', Kerri?” he asked, and sat down beside her.

She looked at him nakedly, and his heart ached for her. She looked so cute sitting there wearing one of his old work shirts over a pair of panties, but something innocent had gone out of her eyes forever—the innocence of one who had never taken another's life. “The worst part was after,” she told him. “When I had to look at him lying there, lifeless, and know that I was the one who did it.” A tear spilled over her lashes, and she looked away, not wanting him to see it. He did anyway.

Kerri gasped in surprise when he pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her against him, rocking her back and forth. The affection undid her, and before she could stop herself she was sobbing silently into his chest. Reno held her while she cried, murmuring soothing sounds against the top of her head. When she began to get herself under control again, he put a finger underneath her chin and tilted her tear-stained face up to look at him. He reached for a tissue from the box on the table next to them and wiped her eyes, then handed her another one so she could blow her nose. “No, Kerri,” he said. “The worst is that it gets easier. But you did your job. You kept the boss safe, yo. That's what you need to remember.”

She smiled without even a trace of humor. “I suppose you're right.” She lay her head on his chest again, at first only drawing comfort from his nearness, then as the remorse ebbed away, she became aware of the smooth muscles of his arms, holding her so easily. The masculine scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils, as well as his own unique scent that lay beneath that. It had been three days since she'd seen him, and she had missed him horribly. Her breath came faster as the stirrings of desire awoke within her. The other news she had for him could wait. Kerri wanted him now.

Reno felt the change in the slim body he held in his arms, and felt the response in his own. Before he could move, however, Kerri had already straddled his thighs and was kissing him with an aggression she seldom showed. He slid his hands under her shirt, caressing her lower back, and parted his lips for her. His cock grew hard as Kerri thrust her tongue inside his mouth, exploring, tasting, licking. She brought her hands up and lay them on his cheeks. Her palms were nearly as calloused as his own by now due to her daily training in fighting and weapons, but Reno didn't mind their roughness. It only proved he had picked a strong woman to be his own, someone who was more than a match for him.

Kerri released his lips and trailed kisses across his cheek to his ear, and Reno growled low in his throat as she began licking and nibbling on his earlobe. When she darted her tongue inside, he was unable to keep his hips from bucking upwards against her. “Ah, yes,” he hissed, and she responded by grinding herself slowly against his erection, making him moan. Kerri transferred his attention to his other ear, fanning the flames of his arousal, before moving to kiss and lick his neck.

When she began to suck at a spot just above his collarbone, marking him, he was barely able to restrain himself from tumbling her onto her back and ripping off her clothes so that he could plunge inside her. Somehow he controlled the urge. He sensed that Kerri needed to be the aggressor right now, needed this to work through the pain, the guilt, and, yes, the excitement of taking a human life. He knew because it was the same for him afterwards. He laid his arms along the back of the sofa and made himself keep them there. Leaning his head against the back of the couch, he urged, “Go on, babe. Do what you want. Let yourself go--use me.”

She took him at his word, and her mouth traveled a path that left him panting with desire—down his chest, pausing for a time at each of his erect nipples to lick at them, to draw them into her hot mouth and suck them hard. By the time Kerri reached his rippled stomach he was sweating, knowing what she was planning. When she went down on him were the only times he lost control and couldn't hold back his climax, especially after she had discovered the very sensitive spot on the underside just below the head of his cock. He'd told her that once, and she had only laughed and said, “Now you know how I feel every time,” and had reached down, teasingly rubbed her thumb on the spot in question. “Reno's G-spot,” she had said, smirking. Reno had fucked her silly for that little comment.

The feel of her hands at his belt brought him back to the moment at hand. He lifted his hips for her after she'd unfastened his pants so she could slide them off, kicking off his shoes at the same time. Once he was undressed, Kerri raised her head for a moment, looking at him with a feral expression that somehow turned her prettiness into an almost frightening beauty. She cupped his balls with one hand, and wrapped the other around the base of his erection before lowering her head to him. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed as her warm mouth closed over him.