I give his cock another squeeze. “Try again, Dean.”
“I love you, baby. You’re my whole fucking world.”
“Better.”
And I slip off my underwear. Taking him in is my reward for surviving such an incredibly shitty day. Next, I undo the bra and his hands are right there, taking the weight of my breasts with eager fingers. Pinching and rolling my nipples. Making the need reach higher.
He rises up and grabs me by the back of the neck, bringing my mouth to his for the sweetest of kisses. For someone of his size, he can be so very gentle. But this is trust. I trust him with everything. And the thought doesn’t even surprise me anymore.
He really is gorgeous when we’re fucking. His cheekbones are stark and his mouth is wet and swollen. I love how dark his gaze goes. The thickness of him stretching me. How perfect the friction from his hard-on is, sliding in and out of my body. I mean to take it slow and make it last, but it doesn’t work.More, now, yes,are the only words in me. There’s no room for anything else. It’s just him and me and this.
His hands grip my thighs tight, urging me to ride him faster, harder. Then one hand dips between my legs and the pad of his thumb teases over my clit. I am undone so damn quickly. It’s like pure sensation tearing through me. Every nerve in me is set aflame.
I come, clenching hard on him, holding him deep. His hips kick beneath me, and his arms come around me. I am held tightagainst his chest. We’re a sweaty post-sex mess. You have to respect the sacredness of the moment. Nothing is said for a while as we both come down and catch our breath.
“How’s your head?” he asks finally.
“Still there.”
He stuffs one hand beneath his head and presses the other palm against my back. Just holding me to him. “I really do love you. And youarethe whole fucking world to me,” he says. “So please understand that I am going to be gluing myself to your ass for a while because you scared the absolute shit out of me tonight.”
I raise my head and set my chin on his chest. “Dean…”
“You got shot.”
“It barely grazed me. My cool pirate scar isn’t even going to be that big. Don’t you think you’re maybe overreacting?”
“No. This is me being reasonable, baby.”
With a heartfelt sigh, I dismount the man and deliver a parting kiss to his lips. “I think you’ll find that this is in fact you needing a good night’s sleep, and you’ll feel much better about it in the morning.”
MONDAY
He does not, in fact, feel much better about it in the morning.
The day starts with a town meeting in the bed-and-breakfast. It’s not like Dean and I didn’t tend to hang out together. But it was never athingbefore.
Now, don’t think I play favorites with the furniture. There is, however, an armchair that offers a spectacular sitting experience. Just delivers a perfect balance between soft and firm that so few seats are willing to offer. Seeing it was empty, I, of course, made straight for this singular delight of a chair.
“Why don’t we sit on that sofa,” he says, taking a sip from his cup of coffee.
“You go. I’m good here.”
So he sits himself on the arm of my chair. Hovering over me.
“Has everyone met Jodi and Vivianna?” asks Reema, standing beside the fireplace. “Make sure you’ve taken a moment to introduce yourself. Amel couldn’t be here because she’s busy with the baby. They’ve moved into the house across the street, if anyone wants to stop by and say hi. Though knock softly. You don’t want to wake anyone who might be sleeping.”
Jodi is a white woman in her twenties with a cool bleached-blonde shag haircut. Vivianna is around the same age and has olive skin, long dark hair, and is drop-dead gorgeous. Proof at least some supermodels survived the virus. They sit close together, holding hands. Nice to hear our population has officially reached twenty-one.
“Wyatt and Jack are on watch, and Pedro and Nash have already headed out to keep an eye on Porter’s camp,” continues Reema. “Care to comment on what you saw there yesterday, Dean?”
“He chose well for his position. Access to the property is through a tall iron gate that is constantly monitored by two of his men. They communicate frequently with others via a two-way radio. There’s a seven-or-so-foot-high brick wall surrounding the place,” he says. “Guards walk the perimeter regularly, inside and out. We saw five vehicles head off in different directions with three men in each.”
“One of which we assume Naomi and Astrid came across,” says Leon, writing in a small notepad.
Dean frowns. “Yeah. On the property, there are three main buildings. The first one has the guesthouse, event center, and offices. The second is the cellar where the wine was made, stored, and sold. And the third is a barn.”
“How many people do you think are there?” asks Reema. “Nash previously said around thirty. Are we still looking at that figure?”
