He slams in deep twice more before tensing, his cock pulsing as he fills me.
I reach down to sneak some relief, but he catches my wrist, then pins it back to the table. "Nope. Poor choices don't get rewarded."
I press my forehead against the table, biting back a whine.
Only once I've gone soft does he finally pull out and release me. Cleanup's quick. By the time I yank my jeans back up, he has his map spread out.
You’d think he would bother getting dressed first but, no. Asshole probably wants to fuck me again before we leave.
"Here's our goal," he says, tapping a spot on the worn paper.
I've already got our route memorized, but Rex believes in being prepared. We've been separated before, splitting up to hunt or because of Carrionites. So now we plot our routes real careful to avoid those psycho cannibals. And he's always sure I know where we're headed next. A pain in my ass, but it's kept us breathing.
Beats one of us getting caught by those sickos.
My gut twists. The thought of them getting their hands on Rex, about waking up and finding him gone for good, it'd gut me deeper than any Carrionite blade.
I shake my head, then turn my attention back to him, not wanting to think about those cannibals or about him being gone.
Or about why it bothers me so much.
Chapter 2
Weeatdinneraswe walk south through the mountains. I wish we were back on flat land. However, Rex feels it’s safer going this way. But the damn rocky paths are never-ending today.
Thank fuck for the small town up ahead. The sun’s already low in the sky and with the weather dropping, no way I want to be sleeping outside. Plus, my legs burn something fierce from all the uphill walking.
Most of the buildings are run-down and looted, but at the end of a street is a small house with faded white paint that’s peeling off the wood siding in curling strips.
Rex grips my shoulder, steadying me when my legs buckle. "This place should do for the night. Looks secure enough."
I roll my eyes. "Don't need your help walking."
He quirks a brow. “Sure about that?”
I huff and head toward the house.
The musty scent of mildew wafts out of the crooked, half-closed front door. Inside, the floorboards groan under our feet. Moth-eaten curtains hang askew over cracked windows so dirty the last rays of sunlight barely penetrate. Cobwebs shroud the corners, and a fine layer of dust coats every surface.
While Rex scopes the place out, I collapse face-first onto the lumpy bed in the back room, old springs creaking loudly beneath me as I groan into the limp pillow, every muscle aching.
Rex's footsteps approach and the mattress dips as he settles in. I grumble as he shifts me to take off my jacket. Once we’re both under the blanket he wraps his arms around my chest, then tugs me close. "No other signs of life. We can rest easy tonight."
"I ain’t your fucking teddy bear."
He just chuckles, the bastard, and hitches his leg over mine. "No, you're my psychotic little shit."
Dammit.
I ain’t into all the cuddling, especially since the asshole clings to me like a freaking octopus all night, every night. But I can’t deny how I like the way my skin tingles everywhere we connect.
Plus, I never slept so good before, even when I was a kid. Having him nearby makes me feel . . . safe. Something about his steady presence is soothing. And that scares the hell out of me.
His breath deepens as he conks out first behind me. My eyes grow heavy, his light snores like a lullaby.
For once he ain't groping me or whipping his dick out. Just cuddling. I'm kinda glad for the break. My legs and ass are sore as shit.
Though, I’d love to finally come. I could try to sneak in doing it myself, only I’m too damn tired.
