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It was a tango between Scarlet Harlow and Klaus Winterfield as they circled each other, matching step for step in the lush grass, while they kept their knives armed and ready. Each movement beckoned for a parry forward or backwards. It was a debate on who could strike first.
Scarlet laughed. “One of us has to move.”
“I don’t know what you’re hiding,” Klaus fired back. His jaw was set and his lips in a thin line. He was focused. Scarlet didn’t need to use her gifted vision to see the fiery soul within him, burning bright yet controlled.
Then he lunged.
Scarlet was light on her feet. A hard swing and steel kissed steel, knocking his blade away from the attack. Klaus threw another swing and the blade cut through the air too close to her skin for comfort. Scarlet parried back and centered her balance.
“You’re lucky not everyone will be me,” Klaus said. He twirled the blade before getting back into stance. “But I won’t hold back.”
She squared her shoulders. “I wish you went after me like this ages ago. What took you so long?”
Before the man could open his mouth, Scarlet lunged after him. Again, knives clashed and sparked in a cocktail of attacks. He was stronger, so she made sure she was quicker. Their dance accelerated to a frantic tempo. Step, swing, strike. Step, swing, strike. Step, swing,
Miss.
Klaus seized further in the distance and used the butt of his knife in a hard hit to knock her back. Scarlet was thrown off balance as he shoved her down. The man was a wall of power and he became mountainous over her, pinning her down over her stomach. The sunlight of Hays Hollow reached through enough trees to dapple over him, but the glint of the knife was a bright star. Klaus drove the knife down.
Schunk!
The blade stood up on the earth.
“You know I wouldn’t hurt you.” Klaus released his fist. “But I want you to know how close you can get to death if you’re not careful.”
Scarlet lifted herself on her elbows. “Giving how close I been around Death himself, I see your point.”
The jest didn’t land. Klaus frowned. When he leaned to relieve his weight from her and reach for his knife, Scarlet drove herself into him to knock him onto his side. Klaus cursed in the scramble while she climbed on top of him. She sat her weight on his chest. “Listen here,” Scarlet huffed. “We’re past the pining phase. I’m right here, and isn’t that enough?”
“There’s a lot more I want to do to you.”
There it was. The idea. Scarlet smiled mischievously. “How about we do a different type of fight?”
Klaus raised his brow. “Go on.”
“We got more energy to burn.” She smoothed the front of his shirt. “How about we see who can make the other cum first?”
“And the loser gets?”
“I’ll let you decide.”
“I’m not losing, but I would like to pick the next place for us to know each other better.”
Scarlet grinned. “Deal.”
Klaus seized the moment. He immediately got to work with his hands wrestling with Scarlet’s shirt. In a frenzy, Scarlet flew her hands to his shirt to wrestle with each other’s garments. Klaus was successful in removing hers, exposing the mounds of her breast, so she aimed for the front of his pants instead to dive her hands in. Already the man was erect as she pumped the skin with an assertive squeeze.
The cowboy had the same idea. Yanking down her pants and aiming for her undergarments. Scarlet threw herself off his chest and over his head to escape. She didn’t want to be the first undressed completely.
Though the kiss of cool metal against her skin wasn’t part of the plan, either.
She gasped as Klaus deftly cut through the fabric and ripped it off her hips. A quick smack across her ass jolted her to move away even more, but Klaus anchored himself to fight with the jeans down her thighs, knees, and ankles.
Even as she crawled further away the man was able to undress her. He gripped her hips and buried his face between her ass and tasted between her folds. Scarlet yelped. She swatted behind her but he pinned her down with a hand flat against her upper back.
Scarlet twisted as a snake would. She raised up her hips to force him to lift, and she twisted to get on top. Klaus’s fingers dug into her hips and she managed to fling herself over him, her front now at his thighs.
She tugged the fabric away to return the favor.
She licked at the root of his cock and trailed her tongue up to the head before plunging it into her mouth. The girth stretched her lips, but the gunslinger couldn’t care. She was determined to win this fight.
Again, cold metal ghosted along her flesh- this time over her spine. Scarlet choked and gasped as her muscles tensed at the temperature difference. This man was good at not tearing the flesh despite their frenzied limbs straining to get the advantage.
“You sound better than any painted picture,” Klaus grunted.
“How-” She coughed up thick saliva. “What kind of paintings make sound?”
A swift smack across her ass forced out a hiss. “You.”
She spit on his cock and returned to focusing on his pleasure in a frantic attempt to ignore how good it felt with his tongue returning to her sex, massaging around the folds before the wet muscle plunged inside of her. Mutual groans released. At least her plan was working somewhat given how hard Klaus was. Though she hated how her hips were moving against her will and begging for more friction.
Maybe he needed the friction too. Scarlet released his cock and wrestled him again. In attempts to lift himself up, she pinned his stomach down with her knees until she lined her freed sex against his angry, weeping cock and impaled herself on the burning appendage. While Klaus attempted to raise up she grabbed his wrists and pinned each one beside his head. His knuckles white over his knife handle.
The man was beautiful. The sweat beaded his skin so nicely and shimmered on the planes of his face. She rooted her feet into the soft grass and began to ride him, and he groaned and hiccuped at the pace. Flesh slapped against flesh as she bounced on top of him and relished in his twisting features.
She craved more. The pleasure was building within her core. Scarlet squeezed her muscles in hopes to get him off first.
Then he lifted his hips to unstabilize her.
She released his hands to stabilize herself; however, the moment she did it she regretted it. Klaus finally forced himself up to press the knife against her throat. It kissed over skin in an unmoving, tantalizing line.
“Stop moving!” Klaus grunted out.
He bucked his hips up into her with a technique blending force and aim. His thrusts punctuated the frustration and drive. The heat boiling at her core with the threat of being cut looming across her throat and the fire in his eyes made Scarlet an incoherent mess of moans and hiccups.
Then, she reached her climax.
Klaus shouted his as well.
He painted her thighs with his spend as Scarlet arched her back. Klaus tossed the blade away and grabbed her before she could fall over. Their breaths mingled into one steamed entity as they rode out the pleasures as graciously as they could with their sweaty, spasming bodies.
They collapsed on the earth, both of their exposed chests heaving.
“Damn…” Scarlet rasped. “I came.”
“I did, too.”
“Did you?”
Klaus collected the hot spend from her thighs and pushed his fingers into her mouth. She tasted the salt of him and sweet from her own release. Scarlet sucked it off his calloused fingers and the man groaned. “You’re something else.”
“I say we take this to my bed and have a rematch,” Scarlet mischievously grinned. “What do you think?”
He kissed her once. “You’re on.”