Chapter 4 Sierra
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Sierra
We retreat to the cabin, barricading the damaged door with furniture. The zombies keep coming, but slower now, many of them damaged by fire or bullets. We pick them off from the windows, conserving ammunition, making every shot count.
By sunset, it's over.
The last zombie falls just as our ammunition runs out. The yard is littered with bodies, some still smoldering. The speakers are somehow still functional, playing static into the growing darkness.
"We did it," I say, hardly believing it.
"We did."
I turn to find Kole watching me with that unreadable expression again.
"What?" I ask.
"You fought like you've been doing this your whole life."
"I've been doing it for three years. That's practically a lifetime now."
"No. It's more than that. You didn't panic, didn't hesitate. You trusted me to watch your back and you watched mine."
"That's what partners do."
We stand there in the gathering darkness, surrounded by death but very much alive. It's not just that we survived together. It's that neither of us can imagine surviving without the other now.
The heat in his gaze makes my breath catch. "No. It's not."
Before I can respond, he backs me against the workshop wall, his big body caging me in.
"Sierra," he growls, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my hip. "I've wanted to do this since the moment you walked into my clearing." His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding. I moan against his lips, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.
"Fuck," he breathes against my neck, his beard scraping my throat. "You have no idea what you do to me."
I can only whimper in response.
"You make me want things I thought I'd forgotten how to want." His hand slides under my shirt, palm hot against my ribs. "You make me want to touch you everywhere, taste every inch of you, make you scream my name."
"Kole."
"I want to strip you naked and worship your body until you're begging for my cock." His thumb brushes the underside of my breast through my bra, and I arch into the touch. "Want to make you come so hard you forget everything but my name."
"Yes," I whisper, grinding against the hard length of him pressed against my hip. "Please."
His control snaps. He kisses me harder, more desperately, his hand moving to cup my breast properly. Even through the fabric, his touch burns, and I can feel myself getting wet.
"Not here," he says, pulling back with obvious effort. "Not against a wall like this is just adrenaline."
"What if I want it against a wall?"
"Jesus, Sierra." His voice is rough with want. "You're going to kill me."
"Not before you make good on those promises."
"What promises?"
"About making me scream your name."
He makes a sound low in his throat that's pure male need. "Inside. Now. Before I lose what's left of my self-control and take you right here in the snow."
"Good. Because I don't think I can sleep alone tonight. Not after..."
"After?"
"After realizing I'd rather die than lose you."
"You're not losing me. Come on," he says. "Let's get cleaned up. Then we figure out what this means."
"I already know what this means."
"What?"
"It means I'm staying. It means you're mine and I'm yours. It means we stop pretending this is just a survival partnership. Kiss me again, Kole. Like you mean it this time."
He does, backing me toward the bedroom, and I know there's no going back from this. He sets me down gently but his hands are already working at my clothes, peeling away layers with desperate need. I help him, equally frantic to feel skin against skin.
When we're both naked, he stops, just looking at me in the firelight.
"You're so beautiful," he breathes. "I can't believe you're real."
"Very real," I assure him, reaching for his already hard cock. "And very yours."
"Mine," he agrees, backing me toward the bed. "All mine."
He lays me down carefully, then starts kissing his way down my body. His mouth is hot and demanding, paying special attention to my breasts until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Kole, please—"
"Please what?" He looks up at me with wicked eyes. "Tell me what you want."
"Your mouth. Between my legs. I need to feel your tongue on my pussy."
"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty." He settles between my thighs, spreading me wide. "Such a pretty little cunt. And so wet for me already."
The first touch of his tongue makes me cry out, my back arching off the bed. He's thorough, methodical, using his mouth and fingers to drive me absolutely insane.
"You taste so fucking good," he groans against me. "Like heaven. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours."
"Don't stop," I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair. "Oh god, don't stop."
He slides two thick fingers inside me while his tongue works my clit, and I'm flying apart, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crash through me.
"That's it," he encourages, working me through the aftershocks. "Come for me, beautiful. Let me taste how sweet you are when you fall apart."
When I can finally breathe again, I pull him up for a desperate kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
"My turn," I tell him, pushing him onto his back.
I take my time exploring his body, kissing and licking every inch of hard muscle. When I finally take his cock in my mouth, he nearly comes off the bed.
"Jesus, Sierra—"
I work him with my tongue, taking him as deep as I can, using my hands on what doesn't fit. He's thick and long and perfect, and I love the way he responds to my touch.
"You're going to make me come if you keep doing that," he warns, his hand tangled in my hair.
"Not yet," I say, pulling off with a wet pop. "I want you inside me when you come. I want to feel you fill me up."
"Fuck yes." He flips us over, settling between my spread thighs. "Are you ready for me?"
"So ready. Please, Kole, I need your cock inside me."
He pushes in slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He's big, stretching me perfectly, and when he's fully seated, I feel complete.
"You feel incredible," he breathes. "So tight, so perfect. Like you were made for my cock."
"I was," I gasp, wrapping my legs around him. "All of me was made for you."
He starts moving then, deep powerful strokes that hit every perfect spot. I meet him thrust for thrust, both of us lost in the rhythm we create together.
"Harder," I demand. "Fuck me harder."
"Christ, you're perfect." He pounds into me with desperate intensity, the bed creaking beneath us. "Taking my cock so well. Such a good girl."
"Your good girl," I gasp. "Only yours."
"Only mine," he agrees. "Forever."
I slide my hand between us, circling my clit while he drives into me. The combination builds quickly, and when my orgasm hits, it's like lightning, making me scream and clench around him.
"Fuck, Sierra!" He buries himself deep and comes hard, filling me with heat as we both shake with the intensity.
We collapse together, both breathing like we've run a marathon, and for the first time in forever I forget we’re in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.