Chapter 16

"If it's there, Jimmy will find it. And I know it's there." He tilted her head back. "My snitches at least know Virgil's still in San Antonio. Someone's hiding him and probably helping him relocate and get his 'business' up and running again."

"Your brother and sister-in-law are wonderful to let us come here." She frowned up at him. "She's the one you were in love with, right?"

He brushed his lips against hers. "What I felt for Linda wasn't love. It was youthful lust." He gently licked the outside of her lips. "What I feel for you is love. In case you didn't know that."

"You love me?" Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

"You bet. I should have told you long before this." He used his thumbs to brush away the tears. "When we get out of this, we're going to make some definite plans."

"Don't you mean if?"

"No, I said when and that's what I mean. Now. Linda suggested you might want to down and rest and I told her I'd see that you did. So let's not make a liar out of me."

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the king-sized bed. Ripping the covers back with one hand, he sat her on the edge and began to undress her with infinite care.

Anya shivered as he peeled away her clothing. "Gus, Linda and Rafe are just downstairs. We can't do this now."

"Darlin', I promise you that even with a ranch to run, when the kids are out of the house Linda and Rafe take full advantage of it. They'd probably be disappointed in me if I didn't take this opportunity to make you feel better. Besides, they're busy with their own work right now."

"But they'll hear…"

He touched a finger to her lips. "Not if we're real, real quiet.

She couldn't say no. Just like this morning Anya needed the touch of his hands and mouth, the feel of his cock inside her to chase away the demons. And he'd said he loved her! She was sure her heart would crack it was so full. She'd known he had feelings for her. In the six months they'd been living together it was hard to miss that. But love? She'd barely allowed herself to hope that a man like Gus would feel that for a woman like her.

"Stop thinking so much," he teased. "If you're thinking I'm not doing my job right." He knelt down to pull off her jeans and panties.

She clasped her hands behind his neck. "I was just thinking that… I mean, that you… That is…"

"Whatever dumb thing is dancing through your mind just knock it aside. I love you, Anya. You're exactly what I want. So hold onto that thought."

He canted his head downward to run his tongue across the upper swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened at once in response. He continued to trace lines across her flesh, not touching her anywhere else, his hands braced on either side of her. Anya moaned and arched herself toward him.

"Hold your breasts for me," he rasped. "Take them in your palms. Yeah, like that. Squeeze them for me."

Sparks jolted through her, straight to her pussy. She moaned when Gus moved his tongue to flick against each nipple in turn. The fact that he still had his clothes on while she sat there naked aroused her even more. She squirmed on the bed as the pulse in her cunt increased its tempo.

Gus seemed to take forever laving her breasts and her nipples before trailing his tongue down past her navel. But instead of squatting lower to reach her pussy, he stood up. When she lifted her eyes to meet his she saw desire burning in them, amber flames flickering in the warm, dark brown pools.

Very slowly he removed his clothes, tossing them to the side one piece at a time, kicking off his shoes and finally pulling down his boxers and stepping out of them, His cock sprang free as if just waiting for the opportunity. Its hard thickness pointed at her, the velvety head dark plum, a tiny bud of fluid sitting at the eye like a star on a crown.

Anya was still holding her breasts, waiting for Gus to tell her what to do next. She'd discovered it excited her to have him do that.

"Lean forward and lick me," he said. "Just the head. Don't use your hands, only your tongue."

She did as he asked, bending forward and swiping her tongue over the head, capturing the bead of liquid begging her to take it. Gus' big body shuddered at the first lash of her tongue.

"Jesus, that feels so good. Do it again, darlin'. Just like that."

He stood with his feet apart, the heavy sac with his balls resting against his muscular thighs. Each time she swept the flat of her tongue over him his cock flexed. Anya knew she was getting wetter and wetter and Gus wasn't even touching her now.

Without warning he backed away, Anya gasped, her hands tightening on her breasts. Gus moved closer to her and pushed her gently back on the bed. Bending her knees and spreading her legs. Then he knelt on the floor in front of her and spread the lips of her pussy.

"You know," he said in a husky voice, "when we get back home I'm going to shave off these beautiful curls. I want to see your beautiful cunt naked for me. I want to rub my cock all over it and feel nothing but bare skin. Would you like that?"

Like that? Could he not see more liquid seeping from her?

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted. "I want that."