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No laughter could be heard in Clemens Point. Only the sounds of sorrowful whispers and sombre silence. The sun was setting in the West, like the closing of a tearful eye. The golden rays were not as grand as they used to be; just a dim glimmer of orange and bloodied red reaching across the horizon. A shell of its former self. The last chance effort of light desperately stretching across the woods touched a wooden cross with Sean Macguire’s name engraved upon. Lonesome stones buried across to keep his body entombed within the earth.

Mournful and regretful, Karen knelt before the grave, her head hung low. The gang members had held a small moment of silence for him just minutes ago. Now, the sounds of their footsteps could be heard walking back towards the camp. All but Miriam and Sadie’s who stayed behind for their friend. Sadie felt it a sense of familiar duty to check if Karen would be okay, whilst Miriam felt guilt for the words she had spoken to Karen only hours before. The brunette wondered to herself if it would have been easier for Karen to cope with Sean’s death if she had still been mad at him. However, as Miriam knelt beside Karen, looking over to see her silent tears falling down her pale cheeks; she knew she was wrong.

Love is love.

“Karen?” No answer. Miriam reached out her hand, placing it on Karen’s lap, grabbing her hand. “I’m so sorry.” Her words were honest. The only response Karen could muster was an audible sob and a gentle squeeze of the hand. Her blonde locks stuck to her tearful cheeks, the memory of Sean possessing her. The only thing that felt right to do, was to embrace her friend. Unsurprisingly to Miriam, Karen leant into the hug, holding onto Miriam’s arms for dear life. Afterall, despite Karen’s tough nature – she was only human. No more words were exchanged between the women. Miriam held onto Karen, whilst Sadie watched them both with a bleak expression.

The pain women experienced in their lifetime could never compare to anything else.

The trio remained this way for a little over an hour. The top of the sun had almost fully disappeared below the skyline, thus leaving behind splashes of scarlet and indigo; the darkness of night close to taking over its reign. Eventually, Sadie convinced the two that sitting out in the cold would do none of them any good; that a place by the fire would be best.

All Karen could do that night was stare blankly into the burning fire, her fingers clutching around the blanket which Javier had kindly given to her before he sat next to Miriam on the log. Arthur and Bill also sat around the fire, thinking out endless possibilities of what they could have done differently that day. Arthur seemed to have been taking it harder than Karen. Sean was like a younger brother to him. Perhaps more so than John.

Bill too looked regretful. Mindful. The only coping mechanism he had was the bottle of beer he clung to tightly. He felt a sense of responsibility, like he should have known this would have happened. Maybe it was the essence of a soldier that still lived within him, once proud and honourable. He should have made the call himself. Spoke against meeting in Rhodes. Yet this was only a sprinkle of what he wished he could be – a leader. In the end, he was only good at following orders.

Micah on the other hand was nowhere to be seen. Most likely the outskirts of the camp, sharpening his knife. His view on the matter was that they were a gun down. But at least it was one less mouth to feed. Despicable, heartless yet painfully logical thoughts. Micah was never one to falter to sentimental thoughts. He was simply incapable of it. He had more important things to think about, to plague his mind with. Revenge. Survival. All these things tickled his fancy. They motivated him all the more to making sure the downfall of certain gang members was inevitable. For now – it would start with Miriam. In due time, he would expose her for what she truly was and watch the chaos ensue.

The fire crackled on, almost biting at Karen’s face. The heat felt like a foreign stranger to her. She was unbothered by its taunt. Miriam watched her, sadly. She hated seeing someone she cared about experience this kind of pain. Miriam had come close to it before but Javier managed to pull through. Karen was not blessed with such an outcome. Or Sean for that matter.

Javier wordlessly looked at his comrade’s faces, respectfully staying muted to honour Sean’s memory. Although, he knew deep down that this wasn’t what Sean would have wanted. Subsequently, Javier was the first to break the silence.

“Remember when Sean started that bar fight back in Armadillo?” No one spoke; however, everyone’s eyes had been pulled away from the fire to look at Javier. The Mexican stroked his fingers around his mouth, supressing a laugh. “He got so drunk; the bartender offered him some water and then that was it.” Javier’s chuckle escaped him. “He grabbed him by his collar and threw him at Bill-” This earnt a short snicker from Bill.

“Then I threw him into Arthur.” Bill added. Arthur soon found himself smiling.

“And if I remember correctly, Sean then went behind the bar and served his own damn drinks. Crazy fool.” Arthur finished. Javier shook his head, smiling. Arthur rose an eyebrow, pointing to him. “You didn’t help, Javier. You told him what drinks to pour.”

Laughter softly danced around the fire, coming from both Javier and Bill. Even Miriam found herself grinning at the tale. Bill very quickly got up from the crate he was sat on and walked off to one of the tables to grab a few more bottles of beer. When he came back, he handed everyone a bottle each.

“I say, we drink to Sean.” Bill bolstered. Arthur nodded, taking a very quick swig before speaking.

“That might be the first good idea you’ve ever had.”

“Sí.”

“Ha. You can say that again.” At last, Karen finally spoke. She lifted her bottle, frowning at the flames before her. She couldn’t bring herself to start the words, so Javier stood up and spoke them for her as he raised his own bottle.

“For Sean.” The others repeated after him before drinking back their liquor. A second or two of silence followed; yet in that time, all the memorable things Sean did flooded in their minds. Each had different scenarios, differing situations. All those moments were happy. Because that was what Sean was.

The embodiment of happiness.

“I’m gonna miss that boy.” Arthur solemnly said.

“As will I.” Miriam replied in softness. “I didn’t know him long, but from what I saw – he was a good boy.” Arthur, Javier and Karen nodded. Bill flung his head back to take another gulp. He wiped his lips, letting out a loud sigh.

“He was one crazy bastard.” Bill gruffly spoke. Javier nodded, lowering his head between his shoulders; his elbows propped on his knees and his arms hanging over the insides of his legs.

“Sí. He was always willing to come along when we got a lead. No matter how dangerous the situation was.”

“Probably because he knew Karen would be there to lick his wounds.” Karen’s mouth hung wide and she slapped Arthur’s upper arm as punishment for his comment.

“I did no such thing!”

“Not what we heard.” Bill attached to the latter. An unserious bicker-fest darted back and forth between the older gunslingers and Karen. Javier and Miriam sat back and watched the feud, smiling quietly to themselves. The raven-haired male leant back on his hand which was ever so close to Miriam’s behind; the slight jig from her laughter made him realise this. Craftily, Javier moved his hand to the round of her ass, rubbing it gently. A tingle spilt down her spine, suddenly aware of his presence. Aware the other three were busy arguing, she turned her head to Javier to catch his sight, only for him to look at her with a sensuous look in his eye. Against the citrus colours of the fire, Miriam soaked up how inviting he looked. He was so coy with his expressions – he knew all too well what they did to her and thus was pleased with how long she managed to look at him without shying away.

She returned the look, tilting her head so her waves fell against her shoulder. The young woman even straightened her back more, making her breasts look fuller; to persuade Javier’s temptations. Javier exhaled audibly through his nose, thus making Miriam realise her stares and poses were influencing the man. Before it could get out of hand, Miriam stood up and held onto Javier’s hand to pull him with her as she walked away from the group.

Slipping away unnoticed, Miriam pulled Javier towards the shoreline soon letting go once they were far enough away from camp. Turning on her ankles, she brought her arms around Javier’s neck, pulling him in to press her lips on his. The kiss was so delicate. As light as the feathers which fell from the flight of owls. The gentleness of the mysterious woman’s fingertips running down his neck gave Javier goosebumps. Pulling away, she remained in the trance of his eyes whilst she pulled her thoughts from her mind like a ribbon leaving a most treasured gift. Curiosity whisked behind Javier’s coffee-coloured eyes.

“Mi amor, what troubles you?” Hesitation came before her words.

“I… Sean meant a lot to Karen.” He rose his eyebrow.

“Sean meant a lot to all of us.”

“And you mean a lot to everyone.” The comment made Javier look away with half a smile. He had never really thought about what he meant to others. Only what others meant to him. How much Dutch meant to him. In a country which was claimed as ‘the land of the free’ he felt no freedom when he first arrived. Only neglect. To him, it was a country which desired selfishness above benevolence. Greed over charity. There was an eerie unwillingness to help. That was until he met Dutch Van Der Linde.

Lost in his thoughts, Miriam took notice and moved her hand to his cheek to make him look down into her eyes.

“You mean a lot to me, Javier.” Her words made the pupils of his eyes dilate. His hands, which were perched on her hips, squeezed tighter into the fabric of her dress. The material curved over her shape so wondrously, crinkling in all the right angles for his thick fingers to press between. He pressed hard enough to print pink finger marks into her skin, even through the dress – though she did not pay any heed. “And I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Her thumb brushed over his cheek. “Ever.”

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because-” Her breath hitched in her throat, her lungs sucking in a newfound energy to radiate her feelings. Her eyes flickered between his two orbs, admiring the handsome and forgiving man whom she was falling for. “If I tell you the truth, bad things will follow.” Javier dug his nails into her hips as if he was hoping to expel the answers from her lips.

“Then I accept those bad things.” Miriam shook her head.

“You don’t mean that.” Frowning, Javier pushed against her hips, making her take a few steps back.

“I do.” He lowered his head more to try and look into her eyes but she looked away. Her heart burnt with a pain that was hard to describe. Torn between duty and love. “Miriam.” He tried to reclaim her attention yet to no avail. It was as though she could not face her own truth, yet alone bring herself to tell Javier. He decided to lower his voice, speaking to her below the volume of a whisper. “Tell me.” His lips hovered over the lobe of her ear where sapphire teardrop earrings swayed with the rhythm of his breath. “ Tell me.”

“Javier. I cannot give you that burden. You mean…” With both her hands, she held onto Javier’s face, turning her head so the tip of her nose was touching his. “… I… mean it when I say… you mean a lot to me.” She repeated, this time emphasising the meaning behind her words. They were heartfelt and honest. Her feelings were an eternal cycle which constantly grew in power. It was like a black hole, slowly beginning to take over her reality – an other worldly atmosphere which she could no longer try to resist.

“Maybe…” The Mexican rebel pushed his thumbs down into her pelvic bone, making her shudder under his dominating touch. “… you mean a lot to me.” Miriam’s eyes widened a slight. She felt a euphoric sickness take over her chest.

“Javier…”

“Where is my son?!” The couple snapped their heads to the direction of the camp. Javier released Miriam’s hips and held onto her hand.

“Come on.” The two of them ran towards the sound of Abigail’s distressed voice. Before they could reach her, Lenny and Bill joined paths with them.

“Javier!” Bill called out, alerting him to the situation at hand.

“They took Jack!” Lenny exclaimed, clutching onto his rifle. Miriam’s blood turned cold whilst Javier’s turned hot with anger.

“Who?” Javier’s tone was entangled with confusion and bubbling rage. Through his fingers, Miriam could feel his grip tighten with the increasing heat emitting from his palm.

“Kieran said he saw a couple Braithwaite boys lingering by. Musta snatched him, the bastards…”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go get him.” It had been five years since Javier left Mexico, yet not a single ounce of his bravery had left him. He was and always would be the rebellious leader that so many admired and looked up to. To help those who needed saving, that was something which was engraved into Javier’s very soul.

Not being able to process Javier’s words fast enough, Miriam watched Javier let go of her hand and walk towards Dutch where Hosea and Arthur were trying to calm down Abigail. Seeing the tears begin to well in her eyes made Miriam’s heart clench. Right away, she ran over to the ebony-haired woman, holding onto her arm and shoulder to comfort her.

“Abigail… I’m so sorry.”

“My son, Miriam. My son!” Amongst the sobs, Miriam continued to comfort her whilst the men figured out a plan of action. She hadn’t interacted much with Abigail, but the few times they had spoken; it was always a pleasant conversation. She had even bonded with Jack, looking after him if Abigail needed to do something which required her absence. Whilst Hosea preferred to teach Jack to read, Miriam opted to read to the young boy. He always listened enthusiastically, loving the way she would read. It had been noted a couple times by other gang members that Miriam was well spoken, a few of them speculating what kind of background she came from. Even Molly saw similarities between herself and Miriam.

The sound of the men stepping into their horse’s stirrups echoed across the camp. With a snap of her head, Miriam looked to Javier who strode towards Boaz. It was then she realised that they all planned to confront the Braithwaites; who were an armed family not to be trifled with. A feeling of danger clasped around her heart, trapping it within its ominous claw. Unable to ignore the pounding of her beating heart, she dashed towards Javier, stopping him before he could mount his horse. Her fingers wrapped around his which hung by his side.

“Javier, you- why must you-” He stopped walking and turned his head to look over his shoulder at her. She looked to him with heavy eyes; an unbearable worry starting to engulf her.

“Miriam…” He breathed. “I must go. This is my family.” She shook her head, frowning.

“But-”

“Cariño.” Javier firmly stated, stopping Miriam from uttering any more pleas. He held her face between his hands. “Where Dutch goes, I follow.” His words stung.

An unwavering loyalty that would no doubt be his downfall.

He watched her steer her beautiful cocoa eyes away from him, now focusing on the dew which slid down the petals of the indigo forget-me-nots. He tucked her hair behind her ear in his longing attempt to get her to understand his way of life.

“Loyalty is everything to me.”

“Even if it means dying?” Her words were sharp like a whiplash to the face. They rattled something within him – making him pause in thought, unsure for the smallest of moments. As quickly as he entered that state, he snapped out of it and shook his head.

“I won’t die.” His answer was absolute; oozing with confidence. No doubt or even a shred of uncertainty. He leant in closer, his forehead pressing against hers. “Not if you’re waiting for me.” A short, weak bubble of a laugh left Miriam. She composed herself, falling silent again. She pulled away from his contact to look into his eyes.

“I’ll always wait for you, Javier.” A glimmer of elation danced across his eyes. He brought both of her hands to his lips and kept them there for as long as he could – until the sounds of spurs clicking against the horses caused him to release her. In one swift motion, he climbed up onto Boaz and looked back at Miriam one last time.

“I’ll come back to you, mi amor.” He smiled from underneath his hat; the shadow casting over his eyes. “Te prometo que.” (“I promise you.”)

Seconds turned to minutes and those minutes turned to hours. The sky had darkened terribly since the absence of the Van Der Linde men. The only men who were left behind to look after the camp were Kieran and Micah yet their presence was not something to feel at ease by. Kieran after all had once ran with the O’Driscolls and Micah… not much was needed to be said about him. Sadie and Karen were the ones who held the rifles on the boarders of Clemons Point. Anyone who dared to cross them would be fools.

Miriam sat beside Abigail through this anxious void of time. Not many words were said between the two; only the whispers of how everything would turn out okay. That Jack would be reunited with his mother. That surely no one could actually hurt a little boy. Much to be expected – these words could not reassure the young mother. Abigail could only thank Miriam for trying and asked if she could be left alone. Understanding, Miriam left the grieving parent in her tent and retreated to her own.

Closing the flaps of her tent behind her, Miriam placed her hands on her hips and looked up to the ceiling of the tent. She took a deep breath and released it slowly. The memory of Javier being badly wounded raced through her mind unexpectedly. She repeated the same action as before. Upon her next exhale, a lump formed in her throat. Her hands fell from her hips and wrapped around her own body as though she was comforting herself. She knew the more she waited for him, the more she would worry. Miriam found the only logical thing for herself to do was to undress and bury herself into her bedroll which laid upon a rug of pronghorn hide. She wished nothing more than for Javier to return to her and to sleep away her worry. Her eyes shut with a simple flutter yet no slumber claimed her.

Her head chanted a constant beating of drums. An awful concoction of dread and woe soared like the wings of the dragons which ruled the lands in her book that she loved so dearly. No peace could come of her lonely thoughts. Just prophetic inklings of what could be. The night’s wind blew through the cracks of her tent, causing her to shiver at its bite. Lying on her side, her knees drew closer to her chest, hoping for some remedy to stop the cold attacking her skin. Her prayers were answered. A warm and light touch pressed against the length of her neck. Not registering what it was and still being trapped mentally by her worries, she leant against it. A soft moan left her not long before feeling a slight dip in the bedroll paired with a familiar presence behind. Feeling an arm snake around her waist caused Miriam to snap her eyes open in realisation. Not hesitating a moment longer, she turned her head over her shoulder. There she met with his beautiful dark amber eyes.

“Javier!” She exclaimed before rolling over to place both her hands on his cheeks. Her heart was beating so hard she could have sworn he could feel its very pulse against his own chest. Their lips connected in a wholesome and still kiss which lasted no more than a few seconds. He was the first to pull away, cocking an eyebrow and quirking the corner of his lip upwards.

“I told you I’d come back to you, cariño.” His cocky expression made Miriam shake her head with a knowing smile.

“I was worried you wouldn’t-” His lips silenced her.

“You worry too much.” He murmured against her, the both of them closing their eyes to succumb to a more passionate array of kisses. Miriam placed her fingertips against his lips to stop his advances – a concerned expression taking over.

“Jack? Did you get him back?” A more serious look overcame Javier as she lowered her hand to his chest. A silent shake of his head answered her question. Quietly, he explained to her what had happened at Braithwaite manor and more importantly, where Jack currently resided. Miriam’s eyes remained sorrowful, upset that the boy had not returned to his mother whom missed him more than words could say. Miriam’s fingers curled around the collar of his sage-coloured waistcoat. Her eyes never left his as he told her each detail for he wanted to ease her of all her worries. She would once more raise her hand to place it on his cheek, this time giving him a weak yet hopeful smile. “But you… you’re okay?” He simply smirked.

“Haces que mi corazón sangre...” (“You make my heart bleed…”) His large hand pressed over her hand which was still against his chest – hard enough for her to feel his heartbeat. “¿Lo sientes?” (“Do you feel it?”) She searched his eyes, trying to find a hint of what he was saying and somehow… she understood what he meant. His eyes became half-lidded; for he knew that the woman before him could easily piece together what he was saying just by looking into his soul. “¿Sientes cuánto mi corazón te anhela?” (“Do you feel how much my heart yearns for you?”) Her own heart began to swell just listening to the sound of his voice uttering the most beautiful language in the world.

“Javier…”

“Miriam…” His other hand traced over her bent knees, his fingers tickling yet soothing her skin there which gave her goosebumps. Finally, he pressed his palm to her inner thigh, cherishing the feeling of her gorgeous bare skin. “May I share your bed tonight?” Needing no time for a second thought, she nodded her head. With a warm smile, he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and then proceeded to sit up to remove his clothes. He started with his jacket, then his waistcoat and then began to unbutton his white shirt after removing his boots and socks. All the while, he kept on his bowler hat. The shadow which cast over his eyes made Miriam shudder with known delight. How badly she wanted to just sprawl out on her back and spread her legs for him. However, there was always an innocent part of her that weighed the possibility of him not wanting to do such things with her. How very wrong that side of her was.

Javier finished unbuttoning his shirt and removed his hat, finally revealing his intoxicating eyes to her once more. They were like magnets to her, causing Miriam to sit up and perch her ass on the heels of her feet. Her eyes glanced down at his chest which was teasing through the open slit of his shirt. His toned muscles looked like a Greek statue carved to perfection. He rolled his shoulders back and removed the material to fully expose his front to her. A throbbing warmth pooled between her legs – especially when he looked at her like this; a predator wanting to devour his helpless prey. His eyes flicked down to her chest, seeing faint round outlines of her nipples trying to peak through her chemise.

He brought his hand to her breast, cupping it and giving it a rough squeeze. Miriam gritted her teeth together, almost hissing at the new sensation. He leant down to place a couple kisses over her sheltered nub. Without warning, his lips latched around it and began suckling through the fabric. Her head knocked back, a hiss no longer coming out but a groan of delight. Her pussy throbbed harder, tainting her thoughts with pure filth. If his lips felt this good with a barrier in between, how good would they feel being around her bare nipple? Somehow, despite all they had been through, she felt too shy to request such unholy things. Javier on the other hand was no angel. He lifted his head to look at her, his fingertips teasing at the thin strap which was keeping up her chemise over her breast.

“May I?” A curt nod was her response, followed by Javier’s actions. Pulling down the strap past her arm, the fabric followed after, exposing her beautiful round breasts. Hungrily, Javier wrapped his lips around her hardened nipple. He suckled religiously like he was desperate to quench his never-ending thirst. Skilfully his hands removed Miriam’s chemise completely, slipping it under her knees and past her ankles. He threw it aside, not caring where it went. All that mattered to him was the pleasure his lover was experiencing. The very feeling of her nails digging into his shoulders pleased him.

It wasn’t long before Miriam found herself longing for Javier to be just as bare. Her hands left his shoulders to reach down to the buckle of his belt. She fought with it for a mere second, her brain being frazzled by his electric mouth. Soon enough, she released the hold of the belt and helped him remove his jeans. His cock brushed past her thigh, causing Miriam to bite her lip; anticipating what was to come later. His size still made her weak at the knees, her pussy pulsing in excitement for the stretch it would soon feel.

Her sinful thoughts were interrupted by Javier’s teeth trapping her nipple between them. Miriam’s hands returned to his shoulders, holding tightly onto them for support as she yet again knocked her head back with her mouth wide open. His tongue soothed over his teeth marks imprinted around her nipple, soothing her in sweet apology. She prayed to her God for some surge of confidence to course through her – to help her show this man how much she was truly devoted to him. Lucky for Miriam; her God smiled upon her this faithful night. Miriam knelt up from her ankles and swung her leg over Javier so now he was between her thighs. As she went to slide down towards his groan, her soaking wet cunt brushed against his lower abdomen, coating him in her slick. His mouth pulled back from her hardened nipple and he sighed in content.

“Mi amor…” He looked down at his now shiny abdomen, admiring how beautiful her cum looked on his skin. “You’re so wet.” His mouth went to her other side of her chest, but this time, his tongue slid over the entirety of her breast, sloppily coating it in his saliva. In that moment, the wind from outside the tent wisped through and stung her breast in its bitter touch. The feeling was sensational. He was so talented with his mouth. A part of her wanted to swap the feeling of his tip sliding against her entrance for his tongue. She swallowed, trying to focus on what she wanted to do yet she found herself biting her lip in nervousness.

“J-Javier…” Steering his head away from her chest, he looked up at her with question. Her cheeks grew rosy. “I… I want to ride you… but I’m not sure how.” A burning need to fuck her senseless for making a comment like that brewed within the Mexican rebel, but he resisted. Just. He chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear and gave her temple a peck. He proceeded to whisper in her ear.

“I’ll teach you, cariño.” Javier’s hands rested on her voluptuous hips and he gently applied some pressure to coax them down. She followed his silent instruction, keeping her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. Once she was low enough, Javier stopped applying pressure and released one of his hands to hold onto his cock. He groaned ever so quietly whilst giving himself a couple strokes. With precum now leaking from his tip, he positioned his cock at her entrance and gave her next instruction. “Sit.” He plainly stated to which she obediently did as she was told. Lowering herself slowly, his tip slipped past her folds and invaded her entrance. Despite her wetness, she still found it hard to fit him inside of her. She frowned trying to wiggle her hips impatiently. Javier released his cock so both his hands were now on her hips. The male smiled, brushing the tip of his nose against her cheekbone. “Slowly, mi amor.” Just like he said, she slowly lowered her pussy down until she reached the base. She sat there, panting quietly at just how much she felt stretched by him. She had forgotten how thick his cock really was. Perhaps it was the angle, or perhaps it was the unreasonable desire to be fucked hard by him but she felt fuller than ever. Javier sighed again in content yet this time his breath was more jagged and hard to control. He placed one hand behind him to lean back on and he looked up into her eyes where she was searching for her next order. “Now lift yourself, mi amor.”

With the aid of his solo hand on her hip, Miriam sat back up on her knees until Javier’s cock was almost all the way out of her. He squeezed her flesh to stop her, not wanting her warmth to leave him. He gave her a small nod. “And lower back down…” She obeyed. He repeated his instruction. And she obeyed. Her pussy clenched, enjoying the friction. His cock twitched inside of her, sharing the same sentiment. Eventually, Javier laid down on his back, allowing Miriam to take control. Her rhythm became more natural, her body moving on its own as if such an act was always meant to be. Javier’s fingers pushed between her plump flesh surrounding her pelvic bone as he praised her.

“Buena chica.” A loud groan escaped him when he felt her roll her hips, unable to stop her cycle of lust. Miriam panted; a mixture of pleasure and fatigue swirling together like a forbidden potion. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, milking every drop of precum which left him. The young woman’s movements got faster yet her pants got louder and her legs began to quake.

“Ja… Ja… Javier…” She lowered her head, a few strands of her wavy locks now glued to the sides of her temples. “I… I…” Embarrassed to admit how tired she was, Javier caught on and placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass.

“Good girl.” He stretched apart her ass cheeks before pushing himself up into her. “You’re such a good girl, cariño. You did so well.” His coos made her face retreat into the crook of her shoulder. His praise was something she now craved for. Her new addiction. Javier smirked at her shyness, knowing perfectly well how much she enjoyed him complimenting her. Something he would note for the future. “Now… let me make you come.” Before Miriam could register his words, Javier pulled himself out fully from her and slammed her back down to the base of his cock. A high-pitched moan echoed in the tent, causing her to slap her hand over her mouth to silence herself. Through her spread fingers, mewls still befell her lips yet in a more hushed tone. Javier made each thrust of his hips harder and harder for Miriam to keep herself quiet. The raven-haired male did not care if anyone else heard them. In fact, it was something he encouraged. He wanted them to know it was him who was fucking pretty little noises out of her. That only he could make her feel this good.

Javier’s mouth hung open feeling his cock swell, ready for release. With all his might, he closed his mouth and clenched his jaw tightly. He knew she was close by the way her cunt insisted on squeezing tightly around his length. Her ass cheeks clapped down harmoniously against the skin of his thighs, almost taunting him to fill her to the brim.

“Mierda…” He didn’t know how much he could hold on for. “Let go, mi amor…” Dangerously, he risked a heavy and forceful snap of his hips against her own to stuff his cock deeper into her cunt. Then another. And another. One more and it tipped her over the edge.

“Oh God… Javier… I’m…” He was about to let go also but reminded himself the severity of doing so. Yet he selfishly wanted to feel her pussy squeeze onto his cock for dear life. Miriam’s orgasm erupted through her body, making her limbs tremble with ecstasy. Javier kept thrusting into her hazardously, wanting to stay buried inside her whilst she rode out the last of her orgasm but he held on for too long. With a sharp gasp from him, he felt the heat of his cum slip out from inside her and he quickly lifted Miriam from him where the rest of his seed shot up her belly. The chestnut-haired woman felt the heat of his seed inside her; even if it was the tiniest amount, and she quivered in euphoria.

Javier’s chest felt immensely heavy and sweat dripped down his brow from how close he was to possibly impregnating her – if he hadn’t already.

Clearing his throat, he turned his head to look for something he could use to clear them both up with. Finding a small brown rag, he clenched it up into a ball before swiping it delicately over Miriam’s belly where his cum had decorated her. She smiled at his caring touch and leant down to kiss his forehead. She understood why he was careful. Perhaps not all the reasons behind it, but educated enough to see what dangers it could impose on the gang. Javier loved the Van Der Linde gang more than anything.

However, as she led on Javier’s chest, lulling asleep to the careful touch of his fingers soothing through her hair… she couldn’t ignore the tiny hot splash of his cum inside her. It felt amazing. She could only fantasise what it would feel like for him to fully release inside.

She knew it was wrong of her to think of such things. Yet she absolutely knew it would feel so right.

Javier listened to the soft exhales which left her nose whilst she fell into a light sleep. He felt… ashamed. Not from what he had almost done – but from how badly he desired to fully become one with her. The more he made love to her, the more his mind wandered off to a paradise where he could raise a family with her.

Far away from the Van Der Linde gang. Away from the Heartlands. Back to Mexico, his home. He could envision Miriam wearing a beautiful white dress, reaching up to pull lemons from a tree, with a small child clinging onto her leg – afraid to wander too far from their mother’s side.

Yet he knew… it was only a pretty dream. A faraway thought, perhaps never to come true.