by Loki Renard
“You’ve given these guys more entertainment in a couple days than they’ve had in months,” I tell her. “We like trouble. And truthfully, you’ve always had trouble written all over you. I saw it the first time I met you.”
* * *
Jazz
I blush and let out a small laugh. “The first time you met me? You mean in the hall? When I didn’t even look at you?”
“Yup. We can’t hide who we really are, no matter how much we try,” he tells me, handing me a sliver of meat. “You’re trouble. And so am I.”
“At least you can admit that about yourself,” I smirk, nibbling at the meat. My ass still hurts like hell, and I am still mad that he did that in front of everyone, basically, but I’m starting to figure this is just how things are in his world. I mess up, I get smacked.
“Different kind of trouble,” he smirks, then raises his voice. “Guys! Let’s eat!”
The other three come tramping inside. They don’t pay much attention to me, but they pay plenty of attention to the food, and then the drink, and I forget the pain in my ass and join in too, because what else can I do? Life is simple up here. Nobody mentions what happened between me and Jake. I don’t know if they care. Probably not.
Jake pulls me onto his lap and makes sure I’m included in the conversation, even if I don’t say anything. He doesn’t let me sneak shyly back off to the corner and plan my exit. He keeps me pressed against his big, powerful body and he gives me a few sips of his beer and he rubs my butt from time to time.
I’d never admit it, but I think I needed that spanking. I needed a good cry too. Now I’ve had both, I feel a whole lot better, much less remote from the new world I find myself in.
But I still don’t like Remington.
“So we’re thinking of a way to take care of this situation,” Jake says to me when everyone’s bellies are full. “It’s not going to be pretty, but it might be effective.”
“What is it?”
“We’re going to kill everybody,” Tristan says with a broad grin, which doesn’t give me much confidence.
“We’re not going to kill everybody,” Jake corrects. “Just those who need killing.”
I shake my head. I don’t like the idea. I don’t like how casually they talk about it. I know it can’t be that simple.
“You’re already wanted for murder... so you want to do more killing? Why don’t we just show them that I’m alive?”
“Once we do that, your days are numbered. It solves my problem, but not yours.”
“We could do a video. Send it to a news station. We can tell them about Rodney. We can just go public.”
“And then you will be expected to speak to police. And the second you speak to police... well.”
“Deepfakes! They’ll call it a deepfake,” Tristan pipes up. “It won’t legally change anything. And it might even make you guys looks like conspirators.”
“...and there’s the fact that they deserve to die,” Remington breaks in coolly.
Everybody falls silent. I can’t disagree with that.
“Sometimes you need to take the rot out,” Rock says. “We’d be doing that department a favor.”
These men don’t know me. They don’t owe me anything. They’re doing this for Jake. And also, maybe because they like killing.
When I look around at them, I don’t see three men who are reluctantly going up against the law. I see three men who are burning for an opportunity to dole out some old-fashioned vengeance. Jake’s different though. I don’t think he wants this plan as much as they do. He certainly looks more serious about it.
I’m speechless. I don’t like this. I don’t want anyone to be hurt, let alone die on my account. I’m not worth killing over. I’m not worth fighting for. What my ex said was true. I’m worthless.
“I just think there has to be another way,” I say, feeling weak and pathetic.
“There’s not,” Remington says, his eyes hard. “These cops have gone too far not to follow through. If you show up alive now, that’s going to throw the whole system into question. They have to kill you. And they have to frame him for it. And that means they have to die.”
“And when they’re dead? Is it over then?”
“Let’s get them dead first, then worry about what happens after,” Rock says.
That does not sound like a good idea at all, but who am I to argue? Inwardly, I’m marveling at how easy this is for these men. They’re not conflicted over this. At all. If they ever thought much about the morality of killing, they must have resolved that existential issue a long time ago. They’re natural born, highly trained killers—and so is Jake. I think I knew that on some level the minute I met him, I think it’s part of the reason I was so incredibly attracted to him. He is a man who once took life professionally, and now he is going to do it personally. For me.
“It just feels wrong,” I mumble.
“What’s wrong is you having a target on your head for the rest of your life and Jake never being able to fight again because he has to stay away from people in case he ends up arrested for your murder,” Rock says. “There’s nothing good or fair about this.”
I open my mouth and close it again. I don’t know how to articulate my concerns without sounding totally stupid or ungrateful. I am lucky that these men are willing to do this for me and Jake. I shouldn’t be arguing with them.
“Hey,” Jake says, making me look at him. “You’re a good person. But we’re not. And sometimes, it takes a bad guy to stop a bad guy.”
“You’re not bad though! You’re looking after me. You’re the only reason I’m still alive...” My voice starts to crack under the strain of it all. For the second time today, I’m crying like a baby.
“Hey,” he says, his voice gentle as he rubs his thumb across my cheek, collecting the tears. “Don’t cry. Everything is going to be okay. We’re going to take care of this and you’re going to be safe.”
I want to believe him, but I don’t see how anything that starts with an attempted murder ends well. My life has been a string of disasters, one after the other, and I have a horrible feeling that this might be the last, and greatest of them all.
Chapter Eight
Once the plan is made, it is more or less immediately forgotten. Mostly because of the time of year. Winter is closing in and before it does, the guys decided to break camp at the cabin and tramp up to a site that is at a higher point.
“Won’t it be worse up there?” I ask Jake. I still don’t have the nerve to talk to the others before they speak to me, which they tend not to. I stay quiet and I listen, skills I picked up tending bar.
“Yeah and no,” Jake says. “But their main camp is bigger and has more supplies. It’s much more comfortable, in a valley that traps the heat. We can train up there.”
“Train?” I’m about to ask for what, but then I remember I know for what. These guys are taking this seriously. They’re not just going to go down to the city and start killing. It’s going to be a tactical operation. One they’re going to brush their skills up for. Personally, I think they just like playing war, but I’m not stupid enough to share that thought out loud.
“It’s a three-day walk,” Jake tells me as we set out. “And we’re all going to have to carry weight. Let me know if it’s too much and I’ll slow down for you.”
I want to keep up with them, but I know I can’t. I’m not conditioned like they are. I’m not strong or fit. The pack I have on my back isn’t that heavy, but it makes a difference, weighing down my steps from the beginning. Being short doesn’t help either. I have to take an extra step for every two they take just to keep up with them. They are conditioned woodsmen. Jake is an MMA fighter. I’m a girl who is used to standing behind a bar and sucking in secondhand smoke.
Within the first half hour, I’m out of breath and struggling to keep up. Tristan and Rock slow down for Jake, who has slowed down for me. It takes a little longer for Remington to notice that the guys aren’t with him.
“We’re al
l going to freeze to death if we don’t make the first campsite,” he complains gruffly. “Snow’s going to come down, catch us out, kill us all.”
I really don’t like Remington right now. He’s mean, old, and he basically openly calls me a nuisance.
“You can’t be very good at survival if one night in the snow kills you,” I snap.
My snarky comment is all the more notable for it being one of the only things I’ve said to him in days. I’ve tried to be good. I don’t really need Jake beating my ass again. For me, being good means being quiet.
“She’s not wrong,” Rock laughs with a wink at me. I smile at my unexpected ally, and then look at Jake to see if he’s mad. He isn’t. He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes.
“We’re going to have to take it a bit slower,” he says.
Remington growls and says something under his breath before gesturing to Tristan. “Come on, boy. We’ll go on ahead. These slackers can go at their own pace.”
Tristan gives a wan smile and a hapless shrug to Jake and Rock before heading off after Remington, who is already gone up the trail.
“He really hates me.”
“Nope. Just impatient,” Rock says. “We caught him up in an enemy stronghold five minutes too late one time, wasn’t a kill left for us.”
“Wow. So he’s kind of a...” I hesitate before I say psycho. I don’t want to sound disrespectful, even if Remington is to me.
“He’s got a lot to prove, put it that way,” Rock says.
“Why?”
Jake and Rock exchange looks, and Jake shakes his head.
“Let’s get going,” he says. “I’m going to take your pack too, Jazz. Just try your best to keep up, okay?”
“Thanks,” I say, feeling guilty that I can’t pull my weight. This whole experience has been hugely humbling. I had aspired to being an independent woman, but everything that’s happened since Rodney has made me entirely dependent on Jake. I’m starting to feel, well, more than a little useless.
Jake and Rock soon start talking about their old military days. Seems like there were a lot of them, and they were usually going badly, a bit like current non-military days.
* * *
Getting to the next camp takes three days. I’m not really aware of anything besides the cold and the tiredness, and the way I am constantly struggling to keep up and to not be a burden to them. Most of the guys manage to make me feel like I’m doing okay, except for Remington, who doesn’t mince words about timing and weather, and all the rest of it.
I am immensely relieved when we finally arrive, and I discover that their other camp is much bigger and more developed than the outpost Jake and I first got to. This one has several bedrooms and a much larger living area. There’s a garden, and an outdoor fire pit and dining area.
That night, Jake and I sleep together in a bed for two, the first time since we’ve gone on the run. We’re too tired to do anything sexual, but being snuggled in his arms is all I need.
The following morning the men go out and do manly things. I go for a little walk around the camp to familiarize myself with it. It’s incredibly beautiful here. I love how clear the air is, and how the view stretches out into forever without any sign of humanity. We’re so remote here, it’s like we are the only people in the world.
I’m sitting on a little bench perched at a good angle for looking at the view when someone sits down beside me. I expect it to be Jake, but it turns out to be Tristan, and he has a cigarette in his hand.
“Hey,” he says, sidling up to me. “You want a smoke?”
I sniff the air, trying to work out what he’s offering me.
“Cigarette, or...”
“Or,” he winks by way of answer.
“Then yes,” I say.
He hands me a joint and I take a toke. A long, deep toke, one long enough to make my vision go fuzzy at the edges.
“Wow,” he says. “That was like a quarter of the joint. Go easy.”
I sit back and let the world rush in. “I haven’t done this in so long,” I sigh, leaning back, leaning back, leaning...
“Ooof!” I grunt as I tumble back onto the ground behind me.
Tristan lets out a laugh, and does nothing to help me up. That’s not any concern to me. I find the ground quite comfortable for the moment. I can see the sky from here, and the sky is very pretty too.
“You’re a clown,” Tristan teases me.
“No, you’re a clown,” I tease right back.
“You’re both clowns,” Jake drawls. I have no idea where he is until his face appears above me. It’s upside down, but that’s because he’s above me, looking down. As usual.
“And what are you doing?”
“Smokin’ weed,” I say honestly.
“Ah. You’ve been back in your stash again, Triss?”
“Sure thing, Hammy,” he smirks. “I think she likes it.”
“I like it. I do,” I smile. “I really like it.”
“Uh huh.” Jake reaches down and pulls me up from the ground, making the world spin as he yanks me up against his hard body. “I don’t recall telling you that you can get high.”
“I don’t recall you telling me that I can’t.”
“True,” he says. “I’m stealing you away now.”
“But...”
There’s no but tolerated. He pulls me up over his shoulder and tramps away with me, carrying me to another remote little nook near the big cabin. I think it is a little hut for fishing, perhaps, I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s a sheltered spot near sparkling cold water, and it is beautiful on this clear winter day.
“I wish we could just stay here,” I say, staring out over the vast wilderness all covered in snow, which makes the whole world white.
“We can stay here,” he says, putting me down and kissing me. We have been waiting for this moment of passion for too long. I yearned for him with every step we took up the mountain, but we couldn’t exactly stop and fuck with Rock and Remington and Tristan there, and we haven’t been able to have much sex in the other cabin. It was too small. This place is different. There is a room for us here, somewhere we can be private together.
It’s cold, but he doesn’t care, and neither do I. His hands roam my body. He can’t strip me, but his big hands can snake up under my clothes and down my pants. I stay hidden from his eyes, but not from his touch.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls, his fingers running over my body, pinching my nipples, making me yelp. “I need to have you.”
My desire is just as powerful as his, maybe more. It’s more about sex when Jake and I are together. I need him to feel like myself. All he has to do is run his fingers through my hair and I am transformed.
He pushes my leggings down below my ass, but before I can get cold he covers my ass with his hands and looses his cock to glide against my pussy, back and forth, long strokes that tease my core. Then he pushes inside me. I feel myself open for him, my inner walls spread with his powerful thrusts, his big hands on my ass, pulling me in as he claims me with those hungry strokes that make me spread so impossibly fucking wide for him.
Jake doesn’t just fuck me. He hammers me. He pins me down on the ground and he jackhammers his hips against me, my cries filling the air wantonly. I’m sure all the others can hear us, but he doesn’t care, and so neither do I. I can’t think of anyone really, not now. With his mouth on mine, his hot flesh burning inside me, this is all that matters.
“I want your ass,” he rumbles.
“Why?”
His cock slides into my pussy slowly, passionately. He is making love to me. He is taking control of me, and I am surrendering. The weed helps to relax every part of me, including the tight little hole he says he wants to claim.
“You gonna nail me, Hammer?”
He lets out a laugh, a rich, dark sound and pulls his cock from my pussy.
“Hell, yes, I’m going to nail you, Jazz. You’re fucking mine.”
I expect him to push b
ack inside me, stretch me all over again, but he does not return to my sex. He wants something more from me. Something that I’d never have given him before now. I feel his hand slide over my ass, caressing me even as it makes for the sensitive crevice and the tight little dark spot where no man has ever been allowed.
I let out a whimper, but he caresses it into a moan, working his fingers back and forth along the tight, dark part of me. I know what he’s going to do. I know he’s wanted this part of me since we met. It is a twisted desire he has, something a little dark and definitely perverse.
“It’s tight,” he grunts, working his finger into my bottom using the juices from my pussy, the sex foam he fucked me into.
“Of course it’s tight,” I whimper. “I’ve never done this before. And that’s the wrong hole.”
“It doesn’t feel wrong to me. It feels fucking perfect,” he says, twirling that finger slowly.
“You’re a dirty man,” I gasp. “You’re a very bad, very dirty man.”
His finger dips deeper and then pulls free. He puts his cock to the same hole and starts pushing in. I am relaxed thanks to Tristan’s bud, and Jake’s pounding has had a similar effect. My body doesn’t feel like a physical thing anymore. It feels like a collection of feelings and sensations. I am tight and he is hard and he pushes in, stretching my ass as well as my mind.
I have never felt so very much his. I feared for a time that he would get sick or bored of me, that I would become nothing more than a charity case for him. But his desire for me is endless. He wants every part of me. My pussy is weeping with the juices he stirred there when he rampaged inside me.
“Shhh,” he murmurs as I let out a little cry. It’s not easy to take his dick in my bottom. The more he pushes, the tighter I feel and the more I wonder if I have done something wrong.
“Are you angry at me? Is this punishment?”
“God, no, it’s not,” he rumbles, his mouth on my ear, his hips jolting forward to push an inch inside me. “It’s because I fucking have to have you.”
And he does. He takes my ass with an incessant, dominant, utterly loving insistence, his hot cock sliding inside me easier and easier with every stroke.