While I hadn’t (and still don’t) plan on ever giving Gary Galloway his own series again, I’ve at all times had this particular vignette in mind to write – what happened in the seven years between To My Senses Chapters 10 and 11 to bring my three main characters together? What did their world look like? How did they all end up in Wyoming?

And, I wanted to write them HAPPY for once, or at least getting there.

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Disclaimers:

The following may contain language and scenes that may upset some readers. There are multiple discussions of or flashbacks to past injuries or violent encounters.

“Sienna” can be read as stand-alone fiction, however you will find out the characters and the situations they discover themselves in much better if you’ve read my previous works – Messy, Three Weeks On The Road, Jessie, and To My Senses in the order in which they were posted.

This work was written on a large screen phone. Please forgive any errors due to autocorrect, while I think I’ve got them all fixed, there may be a few left over.

Thank you for reading, and for all your public and private comments, and your votes, throughout the years. I appreciate you giving me your time.

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The following takes place approximately 7 months after the events of To My Senses Ch. 10.

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“Dammit, young lady, stop your wiggling!” I delivered a hard smack to the small, pale rump that was lifted in front of me, and then gripped both pale cheeks tightly, spreading them aside to open up the wet, pink pussy I was currently trying to get my tongue into.

I probed between the fleshy folds, spearing my tongue into her depths to taste her juices straight from the source before switching up my attack and licking up and down her lips, stopping to flick my tongue rapidly over her clit or wrinkled backdoor.

Legs spread and hands braced on the patio door frame, Jessie was wiggling her arched-back backside under my oral assault, laughing and moaning with enjoyment as I knelt and ate her out from behind. Those cries culminated in a breathy “ah ah ah ah aaaaaaaah!” that rose from quiet to shrieked, and I pushed my face between her cheeks to drive my tongue into her again, as she quivered and quaked through a hard climax. I could feel her push her bottom hard back into my face simultaneous with rising to her tiptoes.

I slid my hands down to grip her thighs, feeling the musculature tight under the skin, and I imagined, if I could view the scene from an angle other than my face pressed into her ass, I’d see her milky skin flushing red, head thrown back and mouth gaping wide in ecstasy, brown nipples rock hard and protruding with arousal.

I pulled back, and keeping one hand on her spasming leg to stay her, and slid two fingers into Jessie’s soaked twat. She jerked as if electrified, clamping her thighs closed and pulling away. “No more, daddy, please.” She was out of breath and looking her nude body up and down I could see a fine sheen of sweat on her pink-tinged skin. “You need to give me a minute, that was…”

I stood from kneeling, seized her roughly by her thick mane of onyx hair, and kissed her hard, shutting her up. My lips ground against hers, and the feel of her tongue, soft and slippery wet against mine got me even harder than when I’d been eating her out. I forced my kiss on her roughly, enjoying the feel of my woman surrendering to me.

Her hand slipped between us, small and soft, gripping my straining erection to pump it slowly, and I groaned into her mouth, pulled back so just our noses were touching. “Dammit that feels good…”

“I like making you feel good…” Jessie’s mouth curled into that feral grin I knew so well, and tore away what remained of my self control.

With the grip I had on the back of her neck, I propelled my nude lover towards the bed and pushed her none-to-gently onto her knees on the soft white sheets. She turned dropped to all fours and pivoted, mouth open wide in a grin.

“Not the hole I want, little girl.”

“I know, I just wanna be looking outside while you fuck me.”

The window was open, morning sun pouring in, and somewhere a bird trilled happily. “You really do like that view, don’t you?”

“This is gonna be our new home, I wanna get used to seeing it.”

I settled onto my knees behind the lithe brunette, notched my angry-purple mushroom head between her parted labia, and slid smoothly into her juicing box, savoring the feel of my cock stretching her open.

Jessie enjoyed the feel too, groaning as I bottomed out, my hips pressed against her ass.

She really did seem to love the view. The hotel we were staying in looked out on the wild Wyoming countryside, rolling green hills and mountains in the distance. We wouldn’t at all times have THIS scenery, but today we’d embark on the next stage of our life together, and pick where in this state we were moving to.

I rolled my hips, winced at a twinge of pain, ignored it, continued fucking my girl. I was mostly done recovering, but every once in a while, my fucked up back and newly metal hip seemed to want to remind me that while I was lucky to have survived a car bombing, I had still SURVIVED A CAR BOMBING.

Just barely.

Just as Jessie had barely survived the car crash that killed Morgan Skolnich, the terrorist responsible for that bombing and many others. She’d told him she’d watch him die, and she did, nearly at the cost of her own life.

I slid my hand around her hip, felt the healed bullethole pucker on her abdomen before reaching the apex of her cunt to start rubbing her clit. Jessie moaned and rolled her hips, humping back against me as I worked to get her off.

She came again, squeals of laughter turning into squeals of pleasure as her body contracted and relaxed in orgasmic release. I watched her back muscles jerk and twitch before her arms gave out and she dropped her chest to the sheets, watched as her anus clenched from the bursts of pleasure shooting off from our joining just a few centimeters away.

Head turned, Jessie gave me a savage grin, grabbed a pillow and sank her teeth into the edge, right before I renewed my pummeling of her slippery wet, squeezing tight twat. She screamed into the bedclothes, long and muffled loud and plaintively as I forced her to climax.

An evil wondered crossed my brain and I pulled the pillow away, shoved it under her pelvis, and pushed her flat. My ankles sought out hers, pinning her open, and I reached around to hook my elbow under her neck, slightly restricting her breathing, giving her that taken, used, dominated feeling she loved so much. My thrusts became longer, harder strokes, impaling her then pulling away to slam into her again, fucking forward to drive against her gspot, to drive her feminine mound against the pillow.

Her breathing went fast and shallow and she turned her head, our cheeks touching. “I’m gonna cum again, daddy,” she whispered. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…AHHHH!”

I choked her through her next orgasm, her body bucking wildly beneath mine, her hot, wet pussy gripping and releasing deliciously around my thrusting dick.

The contractions around me brought me to my finish as well and I pushed as deep as I could, holding as tight and close to her body as feasible while painting her vaginal walls with thick hot ropes of sticky cum. I groaned at the exertion and Jessie turned her head to look at me out of the corner of her eye. “That feels so good…” she whimpered quietly.

After a few long moments of closeness and snuggling, I rolled off Jessie to flop down on my back. I’d gotten a good night’s sleep, but our waking romp had tired me out. I had no doubt today was gonna be draining, mentally and emotionally. I was going to sleep in all day tomorrow…

Jessie rolled to give the underside of my softening prick a quick kiss, giggled, then wrapped herself in a silky robe and set the rooms coffee maker to brewing. She looked over at me from the kitchenette and grinned, and my heart melted at the sight of her.

Dammit, I loved my woman

I rose stiffly and put on boxers, walked over and kissed her far more gently than I had previously this morning. “I love you, Jessie.”

“I love you too, Gary.”

“No matter how our lives change today, nothing changes that. You know that, right.”

“I do.” She looked away, then back, gave me a shy smile. “What?”

“I just like looking at you.” I reached out and stroked a finger along the gray streak running through her hair, just right off center of her forehead. It has started coming in gray after the car accident, just in that one spot.

A visible reminder of trauma that everyone could see, unlike the scar over her destroyed uterus and sliced kidney.

“You think that makes me look distinguished.” She grabbed my hand with her, rubbed my wrist with her thumb absentmindedly.

“Among other things. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Hot.” I gave her a peck on the cheek and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, walked out onto the small porch and and sat down on a chaise, enjoyed the cold water in the warm morning air.

I tried not to think about what the day was bringing me.

Jessie joined me with her mug of coffee, sat and stared off into the distance. Wyoming had a reputation for extreme swings of temperature, and the June morning was already warm and promising greater heat to come.

I looked over at the scantily clad brunette as she drained her coffee, and she smiled sweetly at me. The sight of her long, pale legs below the scandalously short hem of the robe, the way her black hair brushed her shoulders, her cute button nose, the swells and gentle curves of her tiny breasts under the lingerie had me hardening again, wanting her again.

I reached over and slid my hand up one of her legs, and she shifted them aside by instinct, a gasp making her chest rise.

Farther up her soft skin I raised the edge of the robe to expose her sex. Bald, as she knew I liked, the lips still red from our previous enjoyment. I glanced around, confirmed no one else was on their decks. Four stories up on the side of the hotel, definitely, no one was watching us.

I turned my attention to Jessie. She shifted again as my fingers stroked her inner thigh, brushed against her vulva.

“Young lady.”

“Yes daddy?”

“I want your cunt again.”

Another inhalation of excitement left her lips. “Then I should probably give her to you.” She reached down to part her lips with two fingers. “She’s still all wet and messy from when you jizzed in her before.”

“Good.”

I rose and pulled her to her feet, took her hand and walked back inside. “Ride me on the couch.”

“Yes Sir.” Jessie’s lips quirked upward in a smile. “But could I get a taste first?”

“Certainly.”

She lowered herself daintily to her knees, pulled down my boxers shortly to reveal my slowly engorging penis. Hefting it in her hand, she looked up, then kissed the tip gently, swirling her tongue around the head, before opening her mouth to take it in.

I groaned at the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my length, the warm, wet suction, her tongue squirming against the sensitive underside.

“Fuuuuuuuck…”

I rested my hands on her head and she stiffened, then relaxed, allowed me to guide the pace, fucking her mouth at the speed and depth I desired.

Eventually, I pulled away, pulled her to her feet, kissed her on the lips as I pulled her to to me with a hand on her ass.

I kicked off my boxers and slouched on the furniture. Jessie grinned and straddled me, lowering her pussy to my twitching prick, slowly sliding her wet lips up and down it, holding my gaze and biting one finger seductively. Then she laughed, reached down, and guided me in, groaning deeply as I filled her. She was still wet from before, wet with her own copious feminine lubricant as well as my spunk, and she practically glided up and down my shaft in sinuous movements.

Her hands went to the tie for her robe and she exposed her body to my gaze with a shrug, the black garment sliding off her shoulders to the floor. I reached out and cupped a breast, delicately stroking the engorged nipple, making her writhe on my lap.

“Give them to me.”

She leaned forward, gripping the back of the couch, arching her back to thrust her slight tits into my face. I cupped one with each hand, lifting them, stroking the hard tips with my thumbs before tilting my head forward. I ignored the nipples, instead kissing and nibbling around them, making my girl giggle and sigh and twitch pleasurably around my dick as she continued to ride me.

Jessie whimpered when my lips finally made contact with her turgid nipples, wetting and suckling each one in turn. She enjoyed my attention so much on the left that she held my head to her chest with one delicate hand while grinding on my lap.

I wrapped my arms around her back and began rolling my hips, carving my cock up and down into her, less thrusting than short rolling movements, the combined stimulation taking her over the edge with a groan and a bite into my shoulder. Her body twitched under my hands, hips grinding forward and back uncoordinatedly as she gripped and released me.

I held her through her orgasm, enjoying the closeness of her body, the warmth of her sweaty skin, the feeling of her heart thudding next to mine.

Jessie looked up from my shoulder and gave me a shy smile, then kissed me. It wasn’t rough or lustful, it was…exploratory…her lips moving against mine like she was trying to discern how I liked to be kissed, her tongue darting into my mouth and then retreating. I took the lead, tangling my fingers in her black hair, gripping her butt with my other hand, holding her still on my lap while we made out.

Eventual we broke for air, and she looked down demurely and cutely while sucking in breath. “Gary?”

“Jessie.”

“Could I ask you for something?”

“Certainly.”

“Could you…” she paused, blushed. “Could you please put a finger in my ass?” Jessie lowered her head to my shoulder, probably so I didn’t have to see her embarrassed about asking for anal play. Her lips brushed my ear, wet and ticklish. “I’m a bad girl, I like to feel my daddy in all my holes.”

I responded by gripping her rolling butt tightly, spreading her cheeks wide. Her breath caught and the movements of her hips became slower and more deliberate. I brought two fingers to my mouth to wet them before seeking out the crack of her ass and rubbing her stretched starfish. There was a plaintive little whine in my ear as I pushed one digit, then two, up her backdoor, enjoying the clench of her muscular ring.

Double penetration seemed to inspire Jessie to movement and she began rolling her hips wildly, humping my cock in and out of her slippery sheath with a singleminded determination, finally arching her head back with a toss of her onyx hair to shout at the ceiling. My lover held my gaze as she came letting me watch the pleasure fire through her, the jerks and bucks and flushes of the feminine climax take her and then release.

And then it was my turn.

I fucked Jessie to my own climax, slouching further on the couch to thrust upward in her for what felt like an eternity, savoring the closeness and the feel of my loving woman in my arms, enjoying her breath chants of “oh fuck” and her giggles and laughs and squeals. When I finally spilled inside her, she watched my face as I watched hers, studying my expression while I pumped her full of my spunk.

“I love you, Gary,” she whispered.

“I love you too.” It came out as a croak.

We showered together, chaste due to our previous activities and the need to begin our day. I watched lasciviously as Jessie shimmied into her underwear, walked around the suite topless pulling together makeup and clothing choices.

I dressed in jeans, boots, and a vintage Star Wars shirt, then pulled on a checked button up and rolled up the sleeves. I pulled the Emerson from my pocket with a snap, put it back after a spin around my finger, began tucking my Sig 320 RXP and spare mag in behind my belt buckle, adjusting it so it didn’t stab me in the stomach or scissor my dick uncomfortably.

Having had a hip replacement meant negotiating changes in my routine to avoid pain, but it beat being dead.

Jessie was fully dressed now, applying minimal makeup in the mirror, and I sent a quick text before checking the contents of my backpack. Tablet. Papers. Jewelry box. Leather case. First aid kit.

I took the oblong leather case out as Jessie approached me, collar in hand. “Please?”

It wasn’t a ordinary play collar, thick leather with restraint points built in. Instead, she daily wore a choker style necklace of thicker silver chain that dangled three onyx gems. We weren’t married, and she didn’t want a ring, but she has asked me for a piece of jewelry that reminded me that I owned her, body and mind.

I took the jewelry from her, reached around her slim neck to clasp it with practiced ease. Stepping back, I admired my handiwork and my woman’s beauty. She smirked and looked at the ground shyly.

“Got you a gift. Didn’t want you to not get one today.” I handed her the leather case from where I’d set it on the kitchen counter.

“You didn’t need to do that. I’m not the jealous type.”

My turn to smirk. “Oh I know.”

She unzipped the leather, set the case apart as she turned the small sheathed knife over and over in her hands, looked at me questioningly.

“Morgan broke your Skean Dhu. This is a custom, based on the Scottish Black Knife, not a mass produced version. Had to pay a pretty penny to get that Dan guy to serrate it for you.”

Jessie pulled the stonewashed blade free from its kydex sheath, gripping the cord-wrapped handle over and over, finding the best grip. Eventually she looked up at me, redness having started to form around her eyes. “You didn’t have to.”

“We’re leaving Milwaukee. I wanted you to have something to remember your dad by.”

My love blinked a few times, gave a shuddering sign, and stared at the ceiling until she regained composure.

“Thank you.”

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I left a message in my Protonmail drafts while we waited in the hotel lobby, waited for the elevator doors to ding open.

While we waited to begin the next chapter of our lives.

Why was I nervous?

We were just talking today. Planning. I’d already committed to moving to one of the Wyoming districts of my bank, that was set in stone. Today I just picked one.

No.

Today we started fighting back.

The bells chimed softly to announce the elevator, and I turned from watching clouds blow across the bright blue sky through the huge atrium windows to watch Sienna usher Jane out of the elevator.

The little girl yelled when she saw us, sprinted across the lobby to slam into my leg and hug it tight. “Hi Gary!”

At home rehabbing after our respective near death experiences, Jessie and I had spent every moment not working towards recovery homeschooling Sienna’s daughter. She’d been behind on her speech, and now she was ahead. Now the four year old was doing math like a seven year old, and her penmanship was better than most of my colleagues twelve times her age.

I rubbed her blonde head and smiled as Sienna crossed the lobby. “How you doing?”

She rubbed her belly. “Tired and hot already. You?”

“Ready to get this day moving. Our meeting is down the street and we’ll be there most of the day. What do you have planned?”

“Lunch, malls, find a park, hopefully. Probably come back here and put on a movie for Jane so I can put my feet up.”

We walked out into the bright sunlight of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, moving at Sienna’s pace. Eight months pregnant, she was moving slower, and definitely heating up under the long sleeved shirts she wore to hide the burn scars. Her ex, a former Force Recon Marine turned terrorist, has given her the scars – and the baby – during a torture session where he’d finally broken her enough to get the location of a flash drive containing enough political blackmail to throw the entire country into chaos.