Chapter 10: Open up.
Flashback
Boone had made Carla his wife a few weeks after the shoot-out in Freeside (life expectancy was short in the dangerous new Vegas, so marriages and generations sprang up at an unusually fast rate).
Boone had been given an honorary room at the Novac Motel (free of charge for all his services) and had promptly moved his new wife in with him. He actually smiled at the way she excitedly jumped onto the bed and dove under the covers, beckoning him forth with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Ohh Craig…" Carla purred, lifting the covers off again as she seductively peeled away her layers. He had always imagined this moment every time he fell asleep—he pictured her heaving tits, her soft thighs and what lay between them and imagined himself fucking her as hard, fast and rough as he could. His erection strained against his boxers and sweat formed a tiny dark circle on his undershirt, as he fought to control the urges that burned within him.
Boone climbed onto the bed and began smothering his new wife with hungry kisses, moving down every inch of her smooth, soft body, until he reached what lay between her thighs. Carla drew in a sharp intake of breath and gripped the side of the bed as Boone rubbed her clit between his thumb and finger. After a minute of Carlas' high cries and bucking hips, he felt his hard-on pulsing and aching.
"Oh God, Carla—I can't hold it anymore" Boone muttered, a minute strain of desperation in his voice. His boxers were pulled down to his knees and he was literally an inch away from fucking her.
"Please go easy on me, Craig." Carla whispered, as she wrapped her legs around her husbands' taut back and prepared herself for the inevitable pain that will follow.
"It's okay—just dig your nails in my back if it hurts too much."
Boone pushed himself into her, relishing the tightness of her walls, and began a slow steady rhythm. Carla yelped as the shred of her womanhood had trickled down her legs, onto the mattress below. She couldn't wait to tell April he next day.
They continued fucking long into the night, then fell asleep in each others' arms, awash with perspiration.
For the first time, Boone fell into a deep, peaceful rest.