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              He didn't answer and instead walked to the shower to take his own. He noticed the latch wasn't broken after all.

CHAPTER NINE

              After they had all showered, Axl drove them about a mile out and found a nice place to make camp, explaining the situation once they arrived.

              “I knew he was stupid, but not that stupid,” Trista said.

              “This is the end of my brother,” Rosita said, her tone flat.

              “I'm worried if they don't get Esteban they may keep after us, especially his sister and his wife.”

              “Won't they be after us anyway? I've heard horror stories of what the Cartels do to family members,” Trista said with a shudder.

              “Not if they get him first. Killing a man's family once he's dead serves no purpose unless they think someone will go for revenge. You two should be fine,” said Axl.

              “What about sending a message though?” Geoff said, not helping the situation.

              “Everyone knows they're scary. They don't need to waste time sending messages like that anymore,” Axl said.

              Dusk was just falling as they piled out of the Bronco. “I have a tent, and two can sleep in the Bronco. We all probably could, but it wouldn't be very comfortable. I'm thinking me and Geoff in the tent, and you girls can take the Bronco.”

              “I'd rather stay with you,” Rosita said before she realized it. Axl gave her a look of surprise and she looked away with embarrassment.

              “Me and Trista will take the tent,” Geoff said. Trista nodded.

              “If you're sure,” Axl said. Axl grabbed the tent from the back of the Bronco. “Let's get this set up.”
              “Dude, I've been camping on beaches for years. I can get the tent,” Geoff said, taking it from Axl.

              Axl pulled a shotgun from the back of the Bronco as well. “You want this?” he asked.

              Geoff shook his head. “I'd be more likely to shoot you.”

              Axl put it back before walking over to start a campfire. “It gets cold out here at night. This should help a little.”

              “Are you sure a fire is safe? Will someone see it?” Rosita asked.

              By now it was almost dark. “Take a look around, Rosita,” Axl said.

              Rosita was unsure what to look for, but soon she noticed several fires in the distance. “What is that?”

              “Coyotes and their groups. There are always people in the desert,” Axl said as he worked on the fire. There had been plenty of dry wood and fat lighter in the area, and he soon had the fire blazing even larger than he'd anticipated.

              “I don't know about you guys, but we're beat,” Geoff said once the tent was set up. “We're hitting the hay now.”

              “See you in the morning,” Trista said as the pair headed into the tent.

              “You guys don't want any food?” Axl asked, having already distributed the water earlier. “I have some protein bars and snacks in the Bronco.”

              “Not hungry. Trista?” Geoff said.

              “Me either, too fucking tired,” she said.

              Geoff went into the tent and zipped it closed.

              “You know, I hate to admit it, but I'm about to drop too,” Rosita said.

              Axl was feeling an adrenaline dump as well. “Okay, sleep it is.”

              He had supplies in the Bronco for just such a situation, so there was a sleeping bag spread in the back along with a blanket. The two of them climbed into the back. The moonlight was exceptionally bright, and the interior of the Bronco was fairly well lit.

              Axl heard Rosita shuffling beside him. “What are you doing?”

              “I can't sleep in these clothes,” Rosita said, struggling out of her shorts and shirt, having already removed her boots. Axl was wearing his jeans and t-shirt but had removed his boots. He watched Rosita, his mouth going dry as he wondered if she slept in the nude. She stopped with her bra, and also the thong which Axl had been fairly sure she wore. If Rosita noticed him staring, she didn't say anything.

              The Bronco was parked with its back facing the fire, but the tent was between the Bronco and the fire. Axl had left the tailgate down, and the back opened, the night air cool but not as cold as he'd thought. It was very pleasant.

              “That's quite a view isn't it,” Rosita said.

              “Yes, it is. This desert is beautiful country,” Axl said.

              “The stars are so clear out here. I've always loved nights in the desert,” Rosita said. “Sometimes as a little girl I'd—whoa, now that's a different kind of view there.”

              Axl searched for what Rosita was referring to and raised his eyebrows once he spotted it. The fire was lighting the tent up brightly, and the silhouettes of Trista and Geoff were very clearly visible. Trista was standing, and Geoff was on his knees and appeared to be orally servicing her. She was humping his face, her hands tightly wrapped in his hair. The shadow of his hard cock was displayed on the side of the tent.

              “I guess those two weren't so tired after all,” Rosita said, humor in her voice.

              “I guess not,” Axl agreed.

              Soon, Trista's moans were audible as they were carried on the night wind.

              “Surfer boy must have a little talent at least,” Rosita said.

              Axl chuckled. He tried to hide it, but the little show was revving him up. Rosita, half naked beside him had been bad enough, but now this. He cleared his throat and shifted position, trying to ease the pressure on his now stiff cock as it strained against his jeans.

              Axl began to rub his cock without even realizing it, the two of them watching the show in silence. Soon they both began breathing heavy but didn't know it as they were caught up in what they were watching.

              Axl noticed Rosita was rubbing her pussy over her thong slowly. He looked at her face, a look of pure lust on it as she lightly licked her lips and watched Trista and Geoff. Axl was tired of playing coy.

              He reached over and moved Rosita's hand, replacing it with his own. She gasped but didn't fight him, instead reaching over to rub his cock over his jeans. Geoff had added fingers to his oral actions, or at least that's what their silhouettes indicated. Trista's moans were getting louder.

              Axl pulled Rosita's thong to the side, rubbing her swollen pussy lips now as she moaned. She was so fucking wet, and he slid a finger deep inside. “Fuck, that's a tight little box you have there,” he told her, sliding a finger in and twisting his wrist.

              “Oh god, that feels good,” Rosita gasped.

              Axl leaned back, hurriedly pulling his jeans and briefs off and kicking them out of the way. “Get that thong off,” he ordered.

              Rosita hurriedly obliged, lifting her legs and sliding the thong off.  She quickly pulled the bra off too, freeing her firm tits and eliciting a sound of appreciation from Axl. Axl's cock was at full attention now, and Rosita wrapped her hand around it and started stroking. Axl growled and put his hands behind his head, looking down to watch her stroke him.

              The two of them watched the tent as she masturbated him. Geoff was now standing, and Trista was sucking him. Axl reached over and put his hand behind Rosita's head, guiding her down to his cock. “Suck it,” he ordered.

              Rosita did, licking up and down the shaft and then taking it deep. Axl thought he had sensed a submissive side to Rosita, and he had been right. He ran his hands through her hair as she took him deep again, displaying great oral talent.

              “Mmm that's it, Rosita, suck that cock,” he snarled.

              She moaned around his shaft and took him even deeper. They were both still watching as Trista went to all fours and Geoff mounted her. Rosita deepthroated Axl, holding him down until tears filled her eyes. She slid up, gasping for breath.

              “Good girl, you know how to suck my dick,” Axl said, guiding her back down. She once again held him as long as possible, then came up for air. She was smiling up at him as she coughed, recovering.

              Axl reached for his coat, retrieving the condoms before handing one to Rosita. “Put that on me,” he said. Axl wondered briefly if Geoff had used a condom. A little pretty boy like him probably had condoms on him at all times, so he didn't worry himself about it. Rosita looked into Axl's eyes as she ripped the condom open with her teeth. She took the condom and slid it snugly onto his firm cock, her eyes never leaving his.

              “Are you going to fuck me, Axl? Are you going to fuck me hard?” she said.

              Axl grabbed her hair and pulled her face directly to his. “I'm going to fuck the shit out of you,” he said, kissing her deeply and sucking her tongue.

              She groaned into him and returned the kiss before he flipped her over and pulled her legs up, putting them over his shoulders. He rubbed his cockhead up and down her wet slit, teasing her.

              “No, no, no, please don't tease me,” she pleaded, bucking under him and trying to slide her pussy onto his cock.

              Axl grabbed her chin in his fist. “I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready,” he growled.

              His aggression only turned her on more, and she whimpered. He took pity on her, and slowly slid his cock into her up to the root. He started to fuck her slow and deep. She was hot inside, so very fucking hot. Her pussy was wet and gripped him tightly. It was like each time he slid out, her pussy gripped him, desperate to keep him inside. He leaned down and sucked her nipples roughly, nibbling them, tugging them with his teeth. Her tan lines were driving him mad, and he wanted to burn the image of her naked body into his brain.

              He started to rotate his hips as he fucked her, moving his cock around inside of her. She was now making little whimpers mixed with dirty words in Spanish. Axl didn't know what she was saying, but it was driving him insane. He started to slam into her, the entire vehicle rocking with the force of his thrusts. She was moving up as he was moving down, and soon she let out a scream and orgasmed as Axl continued to pound her.

              Once her climax subsided, Axl rolled her over on top of him, gripping her nice ass in his hands as he urged her to ride his cock. “Come on, that's a good girl, ride that dick,” he whispered into her ear. She moaned in response and started to bounce on his hard shaft.

              Axl spanked her ass, getting a yelp. “Ride it harder, come on,” he urged. He spanked her ass more, slapping her firm ass cheeks. He loved the way his palms stung when he smacked her. Her butt was so firm he could spank it all day.

              “Spank me harder,” she managed to stammer.

              Axl slapped her ass even harder.

              “Harder,” she said, both hands on his chest as she rose and fell on his shaft.

              “Harder?”

              “Uh huh!”

              Axl spanked her ass as hard as he dared, his hands leaving red prints on her ass as he wore her ass out. She bit her lower lip and sobbed, the pleasure overwhelming her as she came again. He grabbed her hair, pulling it hard as he joined her in orgasm, his cock exploding inside of her and filling the condom with his cum.

              “Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!” he howled, not caring if the entire desert heard him.

              Rosita collapsed on top of him, and the two of them tried to catch their breath. They had both relieved much pent up stress from the day and were trying to come down from the high.

              “It had been too long for me, fuck,” Axl said.

              “Si, for me too,” Rosita said.

              Axl leaned up and saw that Trista and Geoff must have finished up and gone to sleep.

              “Thank you,” Rosita said.

              “For what?” Axl asked.

              “For everything,” she said, planting a light kiss onto his lips. He grabbed her head and kissed her deeply, their lips mashed together as their tongues touched.

              “Thank
you
,” Axl said.