“Fuck me,” she growled.
Say no more.
I picked up the pace, thrusting my hips fast and hard, my orgasm coming, and hers close too. Her pussy was clenched so hard around my cock, I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d last, but I needed to go for the stars, and make her come one more time.I closed my eyes, focusing on lasting longer, until finally, she arched her back.
“Riot!”
I exploded inside her as her pussy went wild, expanding and tightening around me. I’d never come with someone else like that before. I’d told her last night that I wanted to love her, and now, I realized I was telling the truth.
I was in fucking love.
Chapter 59 - Eleanor
Timing is everything.
Iwoke up well rested. I’d almost forgotten about the monster from last night, but remembered the moment I went downstairs. The living room was spotless and smelled of lemons. Not a single drop of etgar insides to be found. Which only served to creep me out more.
I almost fled back up the stairs, but Riot was one step behind me and held me in place.
“You have to get used to this stuff, Eleanor. This is the wastelands. There are beasts everywhere. You have to live your life.”
I wasn’t happy about it, but I kept walking. We went outside and climbed onto Riot’s bike. Hopefully, this was the last day I’d have to wear his oversized clothes. I hated the pants. I missed my dresses.
I clung to him as we rode into town, imagining the clothes he’d ordered. Would I look like Cherry and Bonnie, real wasteland ladies?
I wasn’t sure if I liked that idea. I understood the necessity for more practical clothing, but not a single woman in the bunker had ever worn pants. They felt foreign anduncomfortable on my skin. Could I survive in the wastelands without them?
We parked behind Scissors Bar, like always, and went around to the general store, where Callahan had placed the original order.
“I was just going to send someone to Heathen Heights.” The clerk gave us a toothy grin. The words seemed disingenuine. Riot called her out on the lie.
“Or, were you hoping to save on some gas by waiting for us to come in?”
She cackled and wagged her finger.
“You know me, Riot Ritalin. Well, here’s your clothes. It should be all there. I checked myself.”
She pushed the wooden crate at us. Riot took it and asked if we could use her back room. She obliged, and Riot took me back and opened the crate. Disappointment flooded me as I saw lots of browns, yellows, and white material.
“What?” he asked when he saw the unenthused smile on my face. I raised the shirt.
“It’s yellow.”
“So?”
“I was kind of hoping…”
“For a frilly dress?” He smirked and dove his hands deeper into the crate. “Like this?” He tugged out a pink dress, very similar to the one I wore in the bunkers.
“Yes!” I dropped the yellow shirt and grabbed for the dress. “How did you manage this? It’s beautiful!” The shred of familiarity made me choke up. It wasn’t all etgars and chemical rain. There was still pieces of my old life up here.
Riot stood and gently took the dress from me.
“I paid a pretty penny for this. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to get you these. But I know the adjustment has been hard for you, so I wanted to get you one.”
I quickly pulled Riot’s shirt off my body and slid his pants off my legs. I reached for the dress, but he shook his head.
“Eleanor, you can’t wear this here. We’re getting on the bike in a bit. Put on the wasteland clothes. You can try on the other stuff when we get home.”
