Page 65 of Gotta Dig Deep
He came down her throat with a shout that got Shamu barking. Glenna pulled off just enough to get some of his spunk on her tongue, rolling the flavor around in her mouth as she swallowed the rest of his load.
When he was finished, soft cock still filling her mouth as she tongued it gently, she slowly let it slip free as she pushed away to look up at him.
Horse looked wrecked, hair in disarray, shirt pushed up to his armpits as he’d cleared the way for her wandering hands. With his soft cock curled in his lap, mouth still panting air, and an expression of adoration on his face, she decided she was keeping him forever.
Pushing up on her knees, she stretched herself to place her mouth on his. Horse didn’t balk at deepening the kiss, lapping into her mouth as if searching for his own taste.
“You really enjoy your work.” He smiled against her lips, and she laughed.
“I do. There are few things I like more. When it can be all about you, that cranks my engine.”
“Well, I’m here to serve. I’ll be your sacrifice any day, Glenna. Fuckin’ hell, woman. That was spectacular.”
He shoved his hands under her arms and pulled her up, dropping her in his lap. She wiggled until she could feel his cock against her ass, then collapsed against his chest, as ready for a nap as he seemed to be.
They stayed like that until the timer went off in the kitchen, signaling the casserole was done.
Glenna didn’t know if she’d ever had a more peaceful handful of minutes.
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Horse
It was well past midnight when Horse stepped outside to make his calls. After getting Blackie’s voice mail, not knowing why but especially with Peaches expecting, Horse decided to move to texting. Waffling for a moment on which group to text first, he pulled up the secure app most of the major Northern American clubs utilized and flagged a dozen FRMC officers to receive. After a few moments’ consideration, he added a couple more, grimacing as he clicked on Gunny’s name.
“Not that I don’t like the asshole. It’s just he’s an asshole,” he muttered, head down and focused on the screen in his hands. “All hands: Heat is applied in Belle, Texas. Need volunteers ASAP.” He shifted and took a couple of steps down, planting his boots on the beaten grass of the back yard. “Might as well add a voice mail to it.”
Lifting the phone, he started the voice recording function. “Local intel says MDMC assholes have been seen in numbers. I’m guessing it’ll be soon when they try to kick things off.” He paused, a noise from the front of the house catching his attention. It wasn’t repeated, so he bent his head back to the phone. “Asking for any volunteers. This is just going to FRMC, but feel free to spread the mess—”
Something whizzed past his cheek, close enough there was a fleeting sensation of heat, then he heard the cracking report of the gunshot.
Running back to the door, he thumbed the Send button which stopped the recording and sent it along with the text message to the group he’d selected. Another gunshot sounded, followed by the wasp whine of a ricochet.
Horse threw open the door and shouted for Glenna. She called out, “Here,” from the living room. He slid around the corner to see her crouched on the floor against the front wall. Shamu was standing next to her, his head lifted, and ears pinned back against his skull. She pointed to the window. “They’re still out front, between the house and the road.”
“Are they on the driveway?” He hadn’t taken the time to look for anything, wanting to get back to Glenna fast as he could.
“No, they’re parked along the road. The cab lights flashing when they got out pulled my attention. I only saw two people. I think.” She sounded winded, each word exiting on a tiny gasp.
“Are you okay?” He crawled closer and pulled her into his arms. Shamu was pressed tight to her, his growls vibrating against Horse’s hand.
“Yeah, sure. It’s just… I’ve never had a gun fired in my general direction before.” She pulled in a shaky breath. “Did you talk to your friends?”
“I sent a message just as the excitement started.” Horse reached behind him and adjusted his gun, securing it against his low back. “Glenna, we need to round up some power like we talked about.”
“Yeah.” She lifted to her knees, head masked from the window by the blinds. “I can’t see them, but that doesn’t mean anything. We need the moon tonight. Why does it have to be cloudy?”
“Let me at the window. I’ve got an IR camera on my phone.” Another one of the widgets they’d acquired from the Rebel Wayfarers’ tech guru. “Let’s see what thermal says.”
He lifted the phone and tapped to launch the app. Once he held it above the windowsill, it showed deep blues and greens directly in front of the house, with blobs of orange off to the side. From the shape and way they moved, those had to be the few the cattle that hadn’t moved to farther pastures. Sweeping the device left to right, Horse studied the screen and gritted his teeth when he landed on what looked like a vehicle about a quarter mile down by the road. “I see one vehicle.” He adjusted the settings on the app to account for the distance and was rewarded by seeing three moving red blobs. “And three bad guys.”
“Are they still on the other side of the fence?” She gave his hand a squeeze as she moved backwards, still staying down. Once away from the window, she shifted to a stooped crouch and went towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “If they are, then that means they didn’t cut the fence. There are enough strands of barbed wire between us and them it’ll be harder for them to make their way on foot without cutting them.”
Horse kept his attention on the phone’s screen. “Maybe they’re too dumb to have cutters with them. Looks like they are down by the road, so I don’t think they’re through the fencing.” His phone dinged and an alert flashed across the screen. “Just got a confirmation from one of the guys, so my text went through.”
“How long will it take them to get here?” Glenna called, sounding distracted. “You want long guns as well as pistols?”
“I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”
