“Yes!”
“Good. I want you to milk me until I come,” I tell her, my fingers circling her clit in rough, quick movements as I’m finally ready to give her everything she needs. “Make me come, Remington. Squeeze my cock dry and show me how much you’ve wanted me to fuck you like this since we first met.”
She explodes. “Oh, fuck yes!” she screams and claws at my back.
Her pussy clamps down around me like a vise, and I thrust as deeply into her as I can, burying my fucking soul into her as my balls tighten, and I nearly black out I come so hard. I work her clit, coaxing another orgasm out of her and lose myself in the feel of our joined pleasure.
When I gain my wits enough to open my eyes again, I see Remington’s forehead resting against my shoulder as she works to catch her breath. I have one hand gripping her ass, while the rock I’ve pinned her to supports the rest of her. I nip at her neck and watch her quiver against me, before I carefully lower her down to her feet. She’s so jellied that she has to grip the boulder to keep herself steady.
I can’t help the cocky grin that comes over my face, and she looks up at me and promptly rolls her eyes. “Yeah, fine. You fucked me silly. But don’t go stroking your ego. I can make myself orgasm like that with my vibrator,” she says as she steps into her pants and starts to button them.
I shake my head. “Liar,” I say as I clean myself up.
She smirks, but steps forward, surprising me when she straightens my shirt for me, running her hands over the wrinkles that her fists made. “Do you feel better about my being right and you being wrong now?” she taunts me.
I fix Remi with an incredulous look. “And here I was thinking I’d fucked some sense into you. Clearlythatdidn’t happen. Don’t fucking shoot at me anymore.” I demand, and just to be sure she doesn’t, I grab for her rifle. Remi gives me a pointed look, but I’m unfazed. “You can have it back when you can be trusted with it.”
She glares at that statement and steps into me, her nipples grazing the skin of my chest. “Fine, Asshole Joe, but two can play at that game.” She grabs my hand and makes me cup her pussy. “You can have this back when you know how to respect it.” With a smirk, she tosses my hand away and saunters off toward where Brant, Puddles, and Theo are lounging next to a tree.
The guys flash me knowing grins. “Glad to see you two working out your issues,” Brant snarks.
“Yeah, we enjoyed the demonstration,” Theo laughs like an asshole, but I don’t miss that he adjusts himself as he gets all the way back on his feet.
“Let’s get moving,” Remi announces cheerily, giving Puddles some ear scratches and peeking into the carrier to check on Coon and her boys. “You want to double check that I’m headed in the right direction, or are you ready to accept that I’m capable of taking us where we need to go?” she asks me, that sassy mouth back in action already. I’ll need to fuck that next.
With a sardonic smirk, I say, “Lead the way.” I wave a hand in invitation for her to walk ahead of me and proceed to pull out the map just to piss her off.
She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t say anything. “You’re a walking shit show, Remington, but at least you have a nice ass to look at as you do your best to get us lost out here.”
I can’t help the smile the takes over my face as she holds up her middle finger over her shoulder. Theo and Brant chuckle alongside me, and we continue to appreciate her from behind. I shake my head, amused and a little bewildered at how things have played out. I guesswe’redoing this. It’d be hard as fuck to turn back now, because if I’m being honest with myself, somehow, this unhinged little hellionhasme, and judging by the looks on their faces, I know she has Brant and Theo, too.
I don’t know if this makes us the fucking smartest and luckiest assholes in this dying world, or if we’ll be the biggest fools Remington April has ever played. I guess we’ll find out.
17
Brant
I’m stuck again.
At first, everything is dark and peaceful. But the world shifts, and then I’m back in my gear and fatigues. The sun is fucking baking us alive now, but I know as soon as it goes down, it’ll take all of the warmth with it, and that stark, desert coldness will sink into my bones. Theo and Madix are here, discussing the mission with our other squad members. We’re in some rickety building, the wooden slats cracked and dilapidated from age and weather. It’s an odd juxtaposition to have all of our expensive computers and military equipment inside the crumbling building. The ground is mostly hard-packed dirt, the floorboards rotted away years ago. Dirt surrounds us here. It gets fucking everywhere. I have to dump piles of it out of my boots every night when I take them off.
It’s dark when the first explosion goes off. My brain doesn’t register what’s happening. One minute, I’m looking at coordinates, half-listening to Madix and Theo, and then the next, all I know is heat and weightlessness. The boom is so loud that my ears fail me. My body lands hard, and when I’m able to pick up my head again, I see the last of the rickety old building on the verge of collapse. Fire and smoke is everywhere. There’s dirt caked on the inside of my mouth and nostrils, and I have to spit several times just to clear it enough to breathe. I’m about to call out to one of my squad members when the second explosion goes off.
One second, he’s there, and the next… There’s just burnt blood and pieces.
I can’t move. I can’t hear or speak. Panic wells up inside of me, and I force myself to get the fuck up, because I know if I don’t, I’ll die. Using every ounce of willpower I have, I roll over and get to my feet, but my eyes are burning, making my vision clouded, and it makes everything even more disorienting.
I squint, searching for my other squad members, but when I stumble forward, I just find another dead body. The panic wants to overtake me as I whirl around, desperate to find Theo and Madix. I start yelling their names, even though it’s probably the stupidest thing I can do right now, since we’re under attack.
I’m about to rush back into the building when I see a figure coming out of the smoke, tugging a body under the arms. I rush forward to Madix and help him pull Theo out of the building before the last wall falls on them. Blood is dripping out of Madix’s ears, pieces of his shirt are burned to nothing, and it looks as if his shirt has melted into his skin. Madix is limping badly, but Theo… Theo’s leg is just a mess of bone and blood, and he’s unconscious. He has little wounds and cuts all over, and I look down at my arms and see they’re in a similar state.
We pull Theo further and further away, trying to get to our convoy, and Madix keeps stopping to check for our other squad members, but we both know already—everyone else is dead. When we get into the vehicle, all I can think about is how that could have been our bodies scattered in pieces all over the fucking desert.
In a way, we did leave pieces of ourselves behind that day. Pieces that we can never get back.
I scream, feeling the dirt caked in my mouth again, smelling blood and smoke. Hearing the god-awful sound of the explosion going off, before there was no sound at all.I just want it to end.
The panic makes bile rise into my throat, and when I move to puke my guts out, I feel a cool hand covering my forehead and hear soft words speaking low in my ear.
