Ranger - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,36
voice. I bite the inside of my cheek, praying I didn’t just ruin the moment. But then he leans into my touch and meets my eyes again. “Then what happened?”
“Shockingly, the RA didn’t buy my lie. The next day I got a notice that I had to get rid of her or vacate the dorms. It wasn’t even a question. I packed up my stuff and dropped my classes. I was already unhappy anyway, and having to choose between housing and Layla just sealed the deal. I guess she changed my life. She was like my angel, my little terrorist angel.” I pause, caught between my memories and this moment with my soapy hands all over Ranger’s body. “Boy, did that dog love to destroy my stuff, but I got her under control eventually, and learning how to handle her is how I got interested in animal training and behavior. The rest is history.”
He hums in acknowledgment, bending his head for a softer kiss this time, our lips moving slowly against each other, our wet bodies slipping and sliding together. I moan against his mouth, my cock surging back to life against his, bumping and grinding together, the kiss heating up.
Ranger drags his fingers through my wet hair, backing me up against the wall, the tile cool compared to the heat of the water and his body. The contrasting temperatures light all my nerve endings on fire. I sink my fingers into his back, nipping at his bottom lip and thrusting against him.
Our grunts and groans echo off the shower walls, the head of my cock catching against his with each thrust, and the sticky remnants of our first orgasms mix with fresh precum and the water cascading over us.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his nose bumping against mine. Our kisses turn sloppy as we hump against each other like wild animals in heat.
“Ranger,” I pant his name against his mouth, digging my fingers harder into his muscles as my balls tighten, and my cock pulses against his. Without warning, my orgasm crashes over me, my cum coating his cock and my own before being washed away by the water.
He lets out a strangled sound, thrusting his hips erratically as his release joins mine.
As our orgasms fade, our kisses and groping hands slow, our chests heaving against each other. My throat is raw from moaning, and my balls are sore from two orgasms so close together, but I still want to lick this man from head to toe.
Ranger pulls away and plucks the bottle of body wash off the ledge, then fills his hands just like I did.
“I told you my story. Have you any of your own to share?” I ask softly, watching him form a lather in his hands to wash the rest of the cum, dust, and sweat off my body.
“A story?” He sounds amused and slightly exhausted at the same time.
“No pressure.” My eyes fall closed as he gently slides his hands all over my skin.
“Okay, I’ve got one,” he says after a few seconds. “When I was around ten, my brother Lucky and I…”
I sag into his touch, listening to him tell me about his childhood, soaking up the happiness in his tone, and reminding myself over and over again that he wants this to be casual.
19
Ranger
I’m warm in my uniform, way too warm, sweating like crazy. The sun is burning down on me, and all I can think of is a cold can of Coke.
“I’d fucking kill for a beer,” Alex says, wiping his brow.
“No can do, Brooklyn. Now shut up and focus,” I say, and he reacts by winking at me.
His cheeky grin makes my heart warm and my cock hard, and I want to kiss it off his face. He’s so goddamn beautiful, and he knows it too, but it’s all part of his charm.
He’s still smiling when the bullet hits him, and then I’m covered in blood as I try to make it stop, but I can’t. His eyes stare at me, devoid of life, and I scream and scream and scream.
I wake up hyperventilating, my body drenched in sweat, shaking with tremors as Benny licks my face and has two paws on my chest. He whines, and I sink my hands into his fur, holding on to him for god knows how long until my breathing is finally under control and my body has stopped shivering.
I can barely think, my head pounding like a platoon of marching soldiers as it often does