Chapter 7 #2
Her voice was sweet, sincere-sounding, and not for the first time, I marveled at the way she always navigated these things.
Reminded myself that Caitlin wasn’t worth the annoyance.
“You’re welcome, honey,” Uncle Levi said before he took another bite of his oatmeal.
But I wasn’t buying the kind old man act. He looked at me, waiting for my reaction.
I said nothing, determined not to give Caitlin that satisfaction, and I saw Uncle Levi’s slight nod of approval that I managed to keep my cool, a skill that he taught me.
Once Caitlin was gone, I called Elliot and Lourdes over to the table. “So here’s what we’re going to do today.”
Jack
I turned over and blinked, wondering for a split second where I was. Remembered instantly and then noticed something else. I stood, making my way through Levi’s house. His dark house. One that was quiet.
I found her in the empty grain shed. It had a good view of the farm and was the perfect place for night watch.
“Two hours, huh,” I said.
“There’s a sandwich over there in case you’re hungry,” she said.
I scoffed. “Handing out bread and meat like it won’t run out.”
“Don’t feel special. It’s gonna go bad anyway.” Her voice was light, amused, but I heard the weight threaded through her words.
I’d talked about supplies with Asia and planned to talk to Levi again, too.
But not now.
It was hard to ignore the urgency clawing at me, but I forced myself to focus on Asia.
She didn’t look at me. Instead, she stared out into the darkness, a shotgun leaning on her chair.
I grabbed the sandwich and ate it without really tasting it. Our time on the road had changed things, reminding me of things I tried to forget.
But even with the shit that I was sure would rain down soon enough, things were good here at Levi’s.
It freaked me the fuck out.
“So what did you guys do while you let me sleep the day away?” I said.
I had slept fourteen, maybe fifteen hours. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept that long.
Was pissed that I’d let my guard down like that.
“It’s not all on you, you know,” she said.
The chair she sat on squeaked, and I turned, looking at her.
“What’s not on me?”
“Making sure we’re all alright.”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“I said yeah, didn’t I?”
Her eyes were dark, soft when she spoke. “Thank you for getting me here.” She shook her head. “No, thank you for getting us here.”
Her voice carried on the soft breeze and felt just as ephemeral.
Us.
I stood abruptly, discarding the plate that had held my sandwich.
“In the morning, I’m going to talk to the hands again.
Seem like decent guys, but I want to get more of a feel for them.
And we need to step up perimeter checks.
Need a schedule where someone’s walking the perimeter at all times.
We need to start scavenging too. Food, weapons, everything really.
We need to stockpile as much as we can.”
Asia grabbed my forearm. “It’s okay to take a breath, Jack,” she said.
“A breath?” I glared at her. “You want me to take a breath when we’re sitting here with our asses out, with those things out there wanting to eat us, when I don’t know if I can keep you—”
Fuck.
The thought of something happening to her made my chest tight—scared me shitless—but she didn’t need to know that.
“What?” she asked, her eyes wide, but her brow furrowed. She took a step closer. Close enough that I felt her warmth.
I fought to keep myself from touching her.
“Nothing. It’s just that kind of thinking is the shit that gets people killed.”
She looked at me, her expression almost serene, lacking any kind of judgment. Her looking at me like that made me want to claw out of my skin.
I shifted, pacing the patch of dirt in front of the shed.
“Ants in your pants?” she said.
I huffed. “You’re so juvenile,” I said.
“Petulance. That’s one I haven’t seen from you before.”
“Asia. You can go to sleep if you’re going to just sit here and fuck with me.”
“You want me to go?”
I stopped pacing, looking at her, turned away and then started again.
“It’s a good piece of property, but it’s vulnerable. But I think I can make it work,” I said.
She didn’t say anything, but I heard the chair squeak as she stood. Felt her at my back. The softness of her breasts and stomach pressing against me.
Stilling me.
But only for a moment before she decided to drive me crazy.
She slid her hand down my cheek, then lower, her nails scraping lightly over the hard ridge of my cock, which was hard in an instant.
She squeezed for just a moment and then let go, her hold light, infuriatingly addictive.
“You teasing me?” I rasped.
“I can’t help it. You’re so hard for me. You feel so fucking good.” Then she nipped my earlobe, chasing away the sting with her tongue. “But I think you like it.”
She loosened my pants and reached inside. I inhaled sharply when she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, swiping her thumb around and around my cockhead.
I was furiously leaking precum and she captured every drop, slicking down my shaft and back up again in soothing swipes that had me clenching my teeth.
I pushed my pants down to give myself more space and wrapped my hand around hers. “Harder.”
She huffed out a laugh but tightened her grip. I let her go and rocked my hips in time with her strokes.
She panted, and I smiled when I smelled the evidence of why. “You playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck your hand?”
“Uh-huh,” she moaned, her hips rolling in a slow circle.
I slowed my thrusts to match her movements, her tight grip, her soft tits against my back a torture I wanted to make last.
“That’s it,” I said when she moaned against my neck. “Let me hear you make yourself come for me.”
She let out a little grunt and her stroke stuttered as she rubbed her clit harder, the soft, rhythmic rustle of her pants sexier than anything I’d ever heard.
Her hand clamped down tight, and when she shuddered, I thrust hard and let go, my cum raining out of my cock and onto the ground.
I pushed her hand away and turned, dropping down on my knees in front of her, taking her pants with me.
Then I buried my face in her pussy, and lapped at her like a starving man.
I ate her pussy ravenously, mercilessly, holding her in place when her legs buckled.
Knowing that the end of the world or not, I’d never, ever get enough of this woman.