"What're we doing, Jo?" He traced the line of her neck to her collarbone down to the first button on her ruined blouse with his thumb. The knuckles of...his hand grazed her breast as he slid the button through the hole, dropping to the next, his eyes never leaving her face."Do I have to draw you a diagram?" She tugged his own shirt out of his jeans until he lifted his arms, reached over his head and shucked it like a second skin. She licked her lips as the map of a Hunter's life took shape across. She wasn't the only one. As his hands reached for hers, he knew the two of them would never make it inside.She pulled him close, her back against the cool stone wall, her arms around his waist, her hands flat against the small of his back. Her head was tipped back, her eyes deep and desperate.He looked down at her, feeling her lips on his, her breasts pressing against his shirt, her hands on his back, and his hands moved of their own accord, lifting the blouse to slide his fingers up her ribs,. Ezra picked that time ta walk in, so I said ta him, "OK, Lt. Horn, ya bastard, ya knew that this was gonna happen, didn't ya?"He grinned, but said, "What do ya mean by 'Lt. Horn'?" Ya know damned well what I mean: ya're gonna be my second in command. Now, start practicin' that there salute!"That broke him up. I thought he was gonna fall on the floor the way he was laughin' so hard. He came ta himself after a minute or two an' promised ta he'p me all he could.That evenin', me an' Ezra met with. He slumps forward for a sec then the truck moves as weight shifts and a new smell flows into the cab on the night air. This man doesn’t touch me first, he crawls between my spread thighs and pushes his hardness into me, only I feel the slight chill that tells me this man is wearing a condom. This man is all about the finish and starts to rock the whole truck as he pounds furiously against and into me. He grunts and moans but doesn’t touch me except to fuck my hole, not caring that I’m hurting..