Chapter 41
Kate
As we entered the library, Jordan’s leg was already feeling better—which was a relief, as the building had a few infected milling about. Being without a weapon, I had to keep out of the way while she handled it.
We checked each nook and cranny, finding the rest of the building to be free of anyone else. We did, however, find a stash of supplies, most likely left behind by some raiders. By the looks of it, they haven’t been back in some time.
There are guns, a bow and arrow, ammo, non-perishable food, and clothes, all ready for us to take.
I approach the pile, eyeing the few flamethrowers that lean against the wall. “Haven’t seen one of these in a while,” I mutter as Jordan comes up behind me.
“It’s probably useful in case they run into a shadow stalker,” she muses.
Shadow stalkers can be downed by bullets, but they tend to power through unless they’re hit right between the eyes. Fire, however, can scorch them alive.
A smell of mildew lingers in the air, some areas stronger than others.
I leave the stash and find myself wandering down the aisles, perusing the abandoned titles still on the shelves.
My fingers absentmindedly stroke the spines, imagining myself in another life, another reality, walking down these very aisles.
Harry would be on one of the computers, playing whatever newest game was available. I’d take a book off the shelf and lower myself to the ground, casually flipping through it as my back was supported against the other books.
The sound of Jordan’s boots against the tile brings me back to this reality—the one with no comforts, no imagination. No safety.
Perhaps the safest I’ve felt is with Jordan.
She peers down the aisle and comes toward me. “Maybe we should stay here tonight. There are smaller rooms on the second floor that can be sealed if any infected wander through, or if any raiders pop up.”
I nod. “From the looks of it, the infected don’t congregate here, and raiders tend to sleep in old apartment complexes.”
She nods before her eyes shift to the books closest to my head. She quirks an eyebrow. “What are you doing in the romance section?”
I nearly choke on my own saliva before I follow her gaze. I’d been so caught in my daydreams that I hadn’t realized what aisle I’d walked down. “Oh, I didn’t mean to—”
Jordan reaches forward, gripping a book by the spine and pulling it free. She flips through it slowly, her eyes moving back and forth. My cheeks feel red-hot for some reason.
“I don’t read much nowadays, but before the outbreak, I wasn’t much of a romance reader,” I share, fighting the urge to wring my hands. “Not that there’s anything wrong with romance, I just—”
She cuts me off, still reading the pages before her. “This one is interesting. It’s about two women who are pretending to date, but they end up together by the end. It’s”—she lets out a chuckle that skitters across my bones—“quite filthy.”
I make a noise that I imagine a strangled deer might make, which only makes Jordan’s eyes flick to me before she shuts the book.
“Maybe you should read it to me.”
Before I have time to reply, she grabs my hand and leads me from the stacks, back toward the grand staircase in the center of the room. I don’t say anything as she guides me, anticipation sparking under my skin.
Once at the top of the stairs, she nearly drags me through the first door we see off to the right.
Jordan drops my hand and purrs, “Let’s get ourselves set up.”
Something about her tone has me wanting to jump into my sleeping bag, but the logical part of my brain is still online—for a little while longer, anyway.
I twist to look over my shoulder at her. “You’re sure we’ll be safe in here tonight?”
She shrugs. “I can’t guarantee it, but I think so.” She nods to the window at the opposite end of the room. “That window allows us easy access to the roof if we need to flee. The buildings surrounding this one are close enough to jump between.”
My mind quiets down at the sound of the escape plan. “Okay, good.”
Jordan looks back at me and smirks. “Get comfortable.”
She drops the book to the floor and begins undressing.
It takes more energy than I’d like to admit to avert my eyes and strip myself down.
I fold my clothes neatly next to me and move to get into my sleeping bag when I feel Jordan closing in on me.
I pivot to see her crawling over to me, ready to cage me in.
“You don’t want to get into your bag?” I breathe as she gets closer.
She shakes her head, her eyes dipping to my mouth. “I think I’d be more comfortable with you.”
“All right.” My eyes dart to the book on the floor. “So…you wanted me to read to you?”
A devilish grin lifts the corners of her mouth as she sits back on her haunches and picks the book up. She hands it to me and murmurs, “I dog-eared the place you should start.”
“Sacrilege,” I joke breathily as I flip to the page. Before I can even read the first words, Jordan grips my hips and yanks, pulling me onto my back with her between my legs. “What are you doing?”
Her eerie eyes ensnare mine and arousal floods my system at the sight. “I’ll be listening from down here.” Her fingers move from my hips to the inside of my thighs, teasing me with featherlight touches. “Go on,” she urges.
Fuck.
“Um.” I scramble to focus on the book in my hands. “Chapter seven. Laura had just—”
My words are cut off by the feeling of teasing touch against my clit.
I swallow hard and try to get myself together.
I start again. “Laura had just gotten home from work and found Ashley naked on her dining room table.” The teasing strokes continue.
“‘I hope you’re hungry,’ Ashley told Laura in a sultry tone, spreading herself wide—”
Jordan’s tongue glides over me. “Oh,” I pant, arousal climbing.
Jordan lifts her head and croons, “Keep reading,” before diving back in, her tongue warm and wet against me.
I mewl before forcing myself back to the book.
“Laura waltzes over to Ashley and, without a word, gets down to her knees in front of her.” Pleasure curls my toes as Jordan feasts from me, her licks urgent and demanding. “Laura rubs her thumb against Ashley’s arousal already pooling and—”
I gasp as Jordan’s finger enters me, making stars dance in my vision. I look down as she slowly pumps her finger, hitting me in the right spot before her tongue returns to massaging my clit. A moan escapes me as I force myself to look back at the page.
“Laura gyrates her hips against Ashley’s talented tongue, playing with her nipples.”
Jordan picks up speed, her finger inside me thrusting hard, fucking me in a brutal way I desperately want.
Her sinful mouth closes around my clit, making me press the book on my chest and grab the cheap polyester beneath me.
I hold myself still, letting her fuck me in earnest, just how she wants to. Just how I want her to.
My head falls back as pleasure overtakes me. My legs shake, my orgasm threatening to grip me and never let me go.
Jordan pulls back a bit to groan against me, “That’s it,” she encourages, at odds with the brutal way she takes me. “You can give it to me. I know you can. I know you want to be good.”
She goes back to licking me, and my orgasm rushes through me, sweeping me away. I cry out at the ceiling and my back arches. Jordan doesn’t let up—her finger continues roughly fucking me as her tongue has my clit under its spell.
She shifts, eyes dangerous as she pulls her fingers from me. “I think you’re ready now.”
“Ready?” I pant, struggling to make sense of anything. “What—”
Jordan reaches for my clothes, pulling her new gun free. Before I can ask her what the fuck she’s doing, her tongue darts out, swiping along the metal. My mind short-circuits, watching her with rapt attention as she wets the weapon.
I don’t know what’s happening, but it’s so erotic, I don’t even care.
Jordan positions herself between my legs before putting the gun between her own. I try to sputter out a question, but once the cool metal rubs against me, I stop thinking completely.
“It’s too big,” I whimper as she thrusts forward, forcing it into me.
“You can take it,” she soothes.
She pushes her hips forward and the gun slowly impales me.
A strangled plea comes from me and my eyes roll into my head.
Jordan gently thrusts in and out, letting me get used to the size.
When her finger circles my clit, arousal spreads through my entire body.
I go limp, letting pleasure take the reins, not thinking, only feeling—
“There you go, sweetheart,” Jordan praises as the gun pushes deeper and deeper. “I know how to take care of you, don’t I?”
“Yes, yes, oh—” My garbled words are cut off as she picks up the pace, fucking me harder, faster, relentless.
My eyes lock on hers and I lose track of my body. I’m no longer a person; I’m stardust, floating across the universe, lost in sensations that a physical body can’t handle.
“I know, baby, I know,” she purrs as I whimper underneath her, unable to do anything but take it.
I feel myself clamp down on the gun.
“You’re going to push it out,” Jordan grunts. The soft touch against my clit, mixed with the rough fucking of the gun, overrides my system.
Her face softens with desire as she watches me unravel, and it throws me over the edge.
I cry out as release grips me, my back arching, legs shaking as I come undone.
I can’t remember who I am, or where we are, as pleasure breaks me apart and reforms me.
Pitiful whimpers leave me as Jordan slows her movements, my orgasm finally subsiding.
She eases the gun from me slowly, leaving me empty.
She leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the inside of my shaky thighs, my swollen clit. I lie still as she softly cares for me, making me feel like she’s the only safe place left in the world.