Kay - Young Shooters part 14
~HUNTER'S POV~
I can't believe that I'm in his teepee. The old women of the village had came in and forced me to strip off my
clothes. Talk about embarrassment. Try having ten toothless women watching you undress and watching the
saliva drool from their mouth in the process.
I shiver at the thought and the coolness of my environment. It doesn't help that I'm clad only in a buckskin
loincloth.
I jump as Rock enters and closes the flaps to the teepee after him. I don't know a lot of the Indian languages,
but I heard them saying that I belonged to Rock. Belonged?
I hear giggling outside. The women must still be out there. Damn. Don't they have anything better to do?
Maybe cook dinner or wash clothes. I look at the loincloth and frown. It's not exactly like they have a lot to
wash.
I lower my eyes as he looks me up and down. He lifts his eyebrow in approval as a low, barely audible growl
escapes his throat.
I'm surprised as he lays down beside of me on the bearskin cover. His eyes locked with mine. He's really
handsome.
Where did that thought come from?
"Lay with me," he whispers seductively.
I look at him dumbfounded. "What?" I ask in disbelief.
He pats the cover by his side. "Lay. Now."
I hesitate, but considering that my options of getting out of this village alive was minimum, I decided to obey
him.
I laid down beside of him and he smiled. I must admit that he does have a beautiful smile.
His hand reaches out to caress my face and I shiver underneath his gentle touch. I blush as I look at him. I
need to run, to get the hell out of here. Hell, this is why I couldn't stay with Kurt.
Love scares the hell out of me.
~ROCK'S POV~
He's looks like a deer trapped with my arrow pointed directly at his rapidly beating heart. I know he would
run if he thought he could escape, but now that I have him, I'll never let him go.
I've ordered my braves to keep a sharp watch tonight in case he tries to run. They have orders not to harm
him, but I've given them permission to scare him.
It's a good thing that he doesn't understand our language or he would know that I've claimed him as a lover.
Yeah, my two wives aren't too happy about it either. I have a feeling that they'll give him a hard time.
He jumps as my fingers flutter down his side.
"Please......," he whispers and I can tell that he is uncertain of what he is begging for.
"Please what? Let you go or continue?" I ask boldly as I press my lips to his.
It's not like he really has a choice.
"Continue," he gasps.
~RHYNO'S POV~
I wake up and I am surprised to find that I'm still out on the open plain. I look down to find that my shirt has
been removed and my pants are open, but amazing still on. I remember.......
A light snoring catches my attention and I see the auburn haired man from earlier in the day. He's sound
asleep.
A smile crosses my face as I look at him. The moonlight and the light from the small campfire makes him look
even more handsome.
Still feeling weak, but incredibly hungry for him, I quietly crawl towards him. He stirs in his sleep, but doesn't
wake up.
I lean down and muzzle my face to his, breathing in his strong musky smell, that was a mixture of sweat, dirt,
and leather.
I smiled as he jerked awake.
~RAVEN~
He's awake!
I didn't mean to fall asleep!
Why is he grinning at me?
He looks kinda hungry.
I scoot away from him and quickly stand walking over to the campfire and removing the cooked rabbit from
its skewer.
"Rabbit," I whisper.
He knocks the meat from my hand. I yelp in surprise as he attacks me, goring me to the ground. "Not want
food, I want you," he growled as he pressed his lips to mine.
I tried to push him off, but he was too big, too strong.
I'm suppose to be the savage Indian, not him. He's like a .......manbeast or something.
What kind of name was Rhyno? He had to be some kind of beast with that name.
"Sing for me Raven," he whispered in my ear as his large hand grabbed my cock underneath my loincloth.
"Aaahhhhh.....oooooohhhhhhh.......uuummmmmmmmm," I gasped unable to breathe normal as his hand
roughly stroked me.
~MARK'S POV~
I look down at Adam and silently admire how beautiful he looks sprawled out in front of me. He gasps in
slight discomfort as I withdraw from him.
I release his long legs from my shoulders and allow him to catch his breath.
I lick my lips as I see his seed splattered on his flat quivering stomach and heaving chest, as my seed slowly
trickles from him.
He's looking up at me and smiling contentedly. I smile as I move to lay beside of him, pulling him close, hugging
him tightly to my body.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you more," I challenge.
He grins and snuggles closer.
"I love you more than more," he whispers.
~ADAM'S POV~
He kisses the top of my head, apparently too tired to argue.
I have never felt more loved in my whole entire life. When I'm with him, it's like nothing else matters.
I'm his. He's mine.
We're one.
He kisses my forehead again as if he read my thoughts, and I can't stifle the giggle that escapes my throat.
He grins as he strokes my hair.
His touch is so gentle, yet so strong. I melt as those hands caress me. I never want to leave his arms again.
~LITA'S POV~
I stare down at the little blond that is fidgeting nervously before me.
Once Matt was gone, he got really silent.
If I didn't know better, I would say that he really is afraid of me.
"Jeff," I say softly, not wanting to scare him, "what I have to say is really simple. You want Matt. I want
Matt. In order for us to both get what we want, we will have to share."
He looks up at me and growls. "Share?"
"Yes," I growl right back, "share."
"I don't share anything," he hisses, "Matt's mine! He's always been mine!"
I grab Jeff by the hair and pull him towards me. "Matt's mine and you're mine."
There I had said it.
Yes, I wanted them both and I was going to have them both.
