Page 24 of Ruled By Their Desires

One of the Cyborgs pushed on and got to it first turning it on. Marcus dropped to the floor and told her to get in. She spilled into the back looking for her quad the tail gate open her guns up. Marcus and two of his men standing guard. They came running out at full force all jumping into the Humvee, taking off at speed. No one spoke as it stormed down the track heading home.

Shakily, she looked them over and put her weapons away. It must have been several hours before she let go of the door she was clinging to. And it wasn’t until seven hours later and after dark when they pulled over for a break and food that she truly started to relax.

They’d done it. Against all odds, they’d actually pulled it off.

It took her several moments revelling in the peace and tranquillity of the night the adrenalin now gone, before spotting the lake through the trees by the moon light and remembered Crash’s words, she asked how long. They had nothing on the scanners and gave her twenty minutes before they would swop out the driver and hit the road, letting the car and men recharge for a bit.

It was long enough.

Grabbing her bag, she headed towards the lake, giving a nod to her guys. She knew they’d keep an eye on her while trying to also give her some privacy. She did smell. Cyborgs didn’t seem to have that problem, something about cell manipulation and body recirculating. It sucked to be human by comparison and she didn’t have that luxury. She’d not showered since they’d left the training ground. A little water would help, Crash was right. She started stripping at the edge, kicking off her boots by some rocks, glad it was dry. Throwing her spoiled clothes to one side and laying out her clean ones ready to put on, she walked into the water with her soap, that did another booming trade at the base using herbs and wildflowers, and swam a little, then washed her hair dunking under and rubbing the soap over her body and felt cleaner by the second enjoying the peace of the night and cold water until movement near the water’s edge caught her eye.

Marcus was stripping off, kicking off his boots and walking into the water. All that muscle on full show. She swallowed. The moonlight wasn’t hiding a thing and she remembered every muscle from seeing him naked at the prison compound. His cock had been semi hard back then. Her mouth watered. He sure had a lot to offer a woman and her muscles clenched. Talking to him naked wasn’t a good idea. She’d seen more than enough to know that was going to be a problem. Deciding retreat was the best option, she started to swim towards where she’d left her clothes. But she didn’t get far. Her ankle was grabbed, and she was pulled back.

“Running Moon?”

Turning she stayed below the water line as his hand grasped her waist to steady her. He was too close, in her personal space. Her buoyant breasts standing proud in the water, hardened nipples standing to attention, slightly brushing his torso in the movement of the water. She held back her reaction to the closeness of his body.

He stared at her. She tried to keep her breathing under control. Not giving away how he was affecting her as he pulled her slowly closer to him, her breasts brushed against him more firmly, his eyes never leaving her face.

It didn’t take much imagination to figure out that’s exactly how it would feel if she were riding him and tried to keep away from his torso. Her breasts were more than enough. But he had other ideas. His other hand stroked down her arm to her hand, covering it with his own, pulling it in between their bodies covering his cock. Her surprise shocked her into dumbness, as he used her hand to stroke him, still searching her face. She flexed her fingers around the size of him. Erect, he was even bigger, the cold water doing nothing to prevent that. She didn’t know what he was looking for, but she was about to crack if it went on for much longer.

God it felt good.

She shuddered and it wasn’t due to the cold water. Her nipples pebbled harder and a slow burn started low in her body. She was in trouble.

“You want it.” he whispered. If she opened her mouth, she’d say yes, so she kept it closed. He kept up a steady rhythm with her hand. Moving firmly up and down his shaft. “You saved us all today Moon. We all know it too. You are the most beautiful and reckless human I know. A worthy mate for any leader. The bravest too.” Her body started to want, the low burn in the pit of her stomach starting to spread. “This is how badly I want to fuck you.” She was close to giving in, goosebumps flared over her skin. She did want it. Breathing became difficult. She was hot, so damn hot.

She could give in, just this once….

“You are not like the others Moon.”

And…… with those words penetrating the lustful fog riding her, her mind focused and cold flowed over her.

Fuck. She’d almost forgotten reality…. And who it was she was with! Thank god, he’d kept talking.

Angry at her weakness for him, she pulled her hand free of his cock, pushed him hard backwards and headed to shore walking free of the water unabashed that he now had his fill of her naked hourglass body and long black hair hanging down her back. She dried off squeezing out her hair, then wrapped it, dressing knowing he was watching. Not worried about her uncles seeing her. They’d seen her naked on and off all her life and would give her as much privacy as they could. Just as she had seen them.

She took some comfort in that she hadn’t been the only one affected by their intimacy. Marcus wasn’t hard because of anyone else but her. Just in his case, that didn’t mean much, he was a hound dog, and she wasn’t gonna be another notch on his bedpost or cock.

Walking back towards the Humvees Crash joined her. “You okay?”

“The water was good, the company sucked.” He smirked escorting her back to the vehicle, she took the coffee and bowl Spike handed her, ate, then got in, stashing her dirty clothes, plating her hair. The fire was put out and they started to pile in. Marcus got into the driver’s seat without saying a word starting the car and pulling it back on the road.

She had been tempted. He wasn’t wrong.

She was woman enough to admit that. Had it been anyone else she wouldn’t have hesitated to kick him in the balls and get out sooner. She knew that too. No. It was him. It had always been him since she was eleven years old, but she wasn’t the kind of person to fuck just anyone and definitely not with a bunch of Cyborgs hearing everything.

If he knew her at all, he’d know that.

But that was the point wasn’t it?

He didn’t know her because he’d chosen not to, and it was just another reminder of how different they were. How different they thought. How they didn’t want the same things or behaved the same way. Cyborgs didn’t mind sharing their sexual partners, and she had no problem with that, but it wasn’t for her. And if he’d known her, he’d know that.

Keeping her own council, they changed drivers out every five hours, they ate cold rations, while they detoured back and forth making sure no one was following them. The days dragged but the nights were playing on her. The rotation of Marcus in the back with her was difficult. Every time she’d fall asleep, he’d pull her across his body holding her to him cradling her until she woke again and pushed off him with a ‘what the fuck’ to the great amusement of the rest of the car.

Giving her quad annoyed looks, didn’t seem to make much difference.

He still did it. By the fourth time, she was getting comfortable with it and that worried the hell out of her. She liked it, and by the look on his face when she woke that last time, he knew it. He was wearing her down. Five days out they got a message through to the base. Short bursts encrypted morse. The message was simple. ‘Done. Safe.’ They’d know they were coming home.

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