The Forgotten

by K. A Knight

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans into my mouth.

  He pulls out suddenly and flips me, my face in the blanket as he grips my hips meanly and drags me into the air. With no warning he thrusts back in, stretching me. Panting hard, I push back, meeting his thrusts as his hand skates up my back to wrap around my hair.

  Twisting it, he pulls my head to the side as he fucks me hard and fast. My neck twinges but I ignore it all as he fucks me like he owns me. Kissing me again, he swallows the moans leaving my lips.

  Ripping away from him I suck in a breath and he bites down my neck to my ear. “Come for me, let me feel your wet pussy clamp around my cock,” he demands.

  His words throw me over again and he follows me, yelling his release before clamping his teeth onto my shoulder to mute the sound.

  We both collapse onto the sofa, his weight heavy but comforting as we try to relearn how to breathe.

  Sitting in just my panties and bra, I use my fingers to get the food from the tin, watching Jago as he alternates between eating and looking out of the window in his unbuttoned jeans. Even now, with the ache between my thighs and his bite marks along my neck, I want him again.

  He’s barefoot, and for some reason that is driving me crazy. He sticks his finger in the tin before licking it clean, making me bite my lip to stop from groaning. Shuffling on the mat to try and relieve the pressure, I watch him eat even as he’s oblivious to my stare.

  When he finishes and puts the tin down to the side, and his gaze is locked through the window and somewhere in the distance. I raise from our little nest and saunter to him. I drop myself in his lap and he catches me automatically, his head turning as his lips curls up.

  His mouth opens but I put my finger to his lips. “I need you,” I admit, and I see the lust flare again in his eyes as his hands clench on my waist. He is frozen as I wiggle free and drop to my knees in front of him.

  “This way you can keep watch.” I grin as his eyes flare and his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

  I tug on his jeans and he raises his ass to help me pull them over his thick thighs to tangle at his feet, restricting his movements.

  His cock springs free, already hard and ready for me, making me lick my lips and he groans, his hand reaching out and tangling in my hair as he tugs me wordlessly to his waiting cock. He might not be great with words, but he always finds a way to show me what he wants. Blowing a breath over the head of his cock, his fingers tighten in my hair in warning. Grinning, I lick the slit before licking around his rim, my eyes locking on his. They burn brighter than the sun as he stares at me like I am enchanting him.

  He growls and yanks my head again, and letting him control me, I open my mouth as he thrusts his cock into it. Groaning at the taste of him I sink further down until I can't reach the bottom, and I have to wrap my other hand around the base. He doesn't wait for me to get comfortable or offer any warning before dragging my head back up and pushing me back down. I love being independent and strong, but there is something about this tough warrior controlling and dominating me that has me wet and needy. He gives me no choice but to give up control to him, to let him be in control of everything. It pushes all my worries and usually wandering mind to the side until all I can think about is him.

  Hollowing my cheeks, I start to hum as he works me up and down his length. His fingers tighten painfully in my hair as I rub myself on the floor. A rough, primal groan comes from his throat, driving me wild.

  He thrusts up, using his feet against the floor, before growling and ripping me away from his pulsing cock. I moan in need as he reaches down and yanks me onto his lap. He doesn’t even bother taking off the bra I am wearing, just reaches between our bodies and flicks my clit, before burying his fingers in my waiting pussy.

  “Fuck, you are so wet,” he groans, rubbing me inside before pulling out and thrusting back in. Wiggling on his lap I gasp, grabbing his shoulders I hold on and ride his hand. The orgasm sneaks up on me and I have to bite my lips so I don’t scream. The shock waves are still riding me as he pulls his fingers out, and lines his cock up with my entrance, thrusting up into me.

  We both moan as I dig my nails into his shoulders, shaking from the force. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, just starts fucking me hard until I am bouncing on his cock, holding on to him.

  “Ride me, Brawler,” he growls and I moan, I fucking love his dirty mouth. Doing as I am told for once, I use my grip to fuck myself on him, rising up and bouncing back down. He groans, the sound doing things to me, and I lean down and cover his lips, needing to taste him even with the aftertaste of his pre-cum in my mouth.

  His hands grip my arse, hard enough to bruise as he helps me, up and down, up and down as we devour each other’s mouths. Fighting for control, holding onto each other like the light in the dark. The world outside is dead, I can hear the growls of something feral out there before a howl splits the air and still I moan into his mouth, riding him, knowing he will keep me safe when I can’t protect myself. Jago, Beast, my protector.

  “Fuck, come for me. Let me feel you milking my cock and coming apart in my arms.” His voice is breathless and hard, and I scream into his mouth as he thrusts up, harder than before, and bumps my cervix. It throws me over the edge and he follows after me, both of us swallowing each other’s yell of pleasure until we are shaking and wrung dry, holding onto each other as we relearn how to breathe.

  My eyes open slowly as his fingers stroke my cheek, his eyes are soft and staring at me with wonder, so of course I have to say something to spoil the mood. “Do you have any wet wipes?” I blurt out and he snorts.

  It is just starting to get dark when Jago grunts and starts packing away.

  “We leaving?” I ask, sprawled on the floor, finally fully dressed again.

  “Yup, haven’t heard bikes in two hours or seen any, we need to patrol our sector and report back,” he says, still packing his gun and other bits and bobs away.

  Nodding, I jump up to help, and within five minutes we have everything packed away again. When we go to leave, I look back at the flat, hoping whoever lived here managed to survive even though I am betting they didn't. Closing the door, I see Jago waiting for me at the stairs. His face is blank but when I smile at him, he returns it and my breath catches. I love Evan, more than anything in the world. It was a love that grew from secrets and shared pain, but this? This is wild and untamable, roaring through me with the power to destroy me. It doesn't mean I don't love Evan less, just differently. It's weak, but it's there, and I know looking into Jago’s eyes that I could love him.

  "Ready?" he inquires, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil. I nod mutely and follow after him down the stairs, he grabs my hand and pulls me around the safe bits, testing every step like he doesn't trust it. He only let's go when we are at the bottom so he can open the front door. My palm still tingles from the contact, but I force my mind back to business, patrol.

  He peeks out around the door, scanning our surroundings, before stepping out. Only when he reaches back and pulls me forward do I follow, trusting his instincts and knowledge. Without being told, I skim around the building with him, sticking to the shadows in the dying light just in case anyone is there.

  We cross the road quickly, keeping low and not prolonging the exposure in such open air, and when we get back to the car we find it undisturbed. Without him having to prompt me, I start clearing it and we load back up quickly.

  I make sure to keep a clear watch now that I know how easy it is to be snuck up on, my scanning the horizon is only interrupted by sharing smiles with Jago. He is downright cheerful for the usually angry beast, his eyes dancing with happiness even as he flicks them across everything, searching. At one point, he even takes his hand off the wheel and squeezes my thigh before gripping it again.

  I have to bite my lip to hold in my smile, feeling all warm and happy inside. I know it was just sex, but over the course of my training with him, something was growing, something more than just desire. I mean
sure, that was there too, I am not a blind old lady with a dry fanny, but the trust and confidence he has in me...

  Shaking my head, not willing to get distracted I keep my eye out of the window. "I spy something beginning with...H," I say and I hear him grunt out a laugh.

  "House?" he asks, driving through another burnt down suburb and back into the Wastes.

  "Nope," I respond cheerfully.

  "Hell?" he guesses and I turn with my mouth open.

  "Was that a joke, did you make a joke? Damn, I really am rubbing off on you! Next, you will be drinking coffee," I tease and he shakes his head.

  "You shouldn't drink that shit," he murmurs, still looking around as he flicks on the headlights, lighting up the dirt road.

  "Okay, new game. Question game," I say, leaning my head back as I look out the window.

  "Question game?" he asks.

  "Yup, we each get to ask a question. If you don't answer you have to forfeit," I reply cheerfully and he grunts. "I am taking that as I yes, I will even start. How old were you when you came to Paradise?" I question, curious.

  He blows out a breath and when I look over, it looks like he is fighting with himself on whether or not to answer me.

  "Seriously, dude. You know I will just keep bugging you or get my tits out again."

  That makes him smile. "Thirteen." One word, but I hear the pain in it.

  "So, had your balls dropped by then?" I ask, the words slipping out.

  He chokes and I laugh as he glares over at me, looking exasperated. "My turn." I nod and he thinks as I stare back out the window again. "Were you and that doc dating?"

  Interesting that is his first question, and I hide my grin, knowing he won't appreciate it, by staring into the dark. Mulling over what to say, I reply with, "Nope, I thought at one point we would, but we are...friends."

  "You love him?" he presses.

  Three simple words, an innocent question, but holding a wealth of meaning. "Uh uh, that's not how the game works Beast. My turn, why did you come to Paradise?"

  "Brawler," he warns. "What's the forfeit?"

  "To be decided by the other person," I answer and he sighs.

  "Forfeit," he grumbles, and it hurts that he won't trust me with it but I understand as well.

  "Your turn," I say, looking over at him with a smile so he knows there are no hard feelings.

  "Why do you want to patrol?" he inquires slowly.

  "I already told you that," I tease.

  "Is it because of your parents? You won't find them alive out here and living happily ever after, and there isn't a life out here to escape to," he finishes and I stiffen in my seat.

  "I know that," I snark, getting defensive.

  He looks over at me and I stare into his eyes, showing him the truth. He nods and I look back out of the window.

  "Favorite position?" I ask and I hear him snort again, making me grin into the night, the headlights lighting our way.

  The rest of patrol is boring, we play the question game for a while before Jago starts to tell me about some of the other patrols and gives me more insight into the workings. I lap it up, knowing I will need as much help as possible. When the light of day starts to burn through the sky my heart drops, because I know it means we have to go back. It might be dead and scary out here, but the freedom, the air, it's like nothing I can describe and I know I am not meant to live down there in that bunker. I feel it in my soul, one day I will leave. I wonder if they will come with me...

  Shaking my head free of the silly thoughts, I yawn when we pull up to the electrified chain-link gate. Jago gets out and points at the camera before getting back in, it opens automatically and we roll through, and around the building that stands proxy and to the back where the huge bunker door stands hidden. We ride down the ramp, a few other patrol vehicles in front of us, waiting for it to open.

  "Does it stay locked all night?" I ask, curious even as my body wants me to sleep. Exhaustion pulling at me.

  "Yes, it only opens at two times. Once in the evening for night patrol to change with day, and once in the morning."

  I nod, makes sense.

  "Still want to be patrol, Brawler?" he questions, looking at me, and I manage to grin.

  "Fuck yes."

  He grunts with a smile and pulls forward into the hangar as the door rolls up. I jump out and start unpacking with him, both of us sharing flirty little touches between us and shared smiles until a man walks over. I've never seen him before, but when Jago spots him his face loses all emotion and he stiffens. It makes me do a double take of the man. He's around my height with more muscle than skin, but he has a scary fucking face. His grey hair is pulled tight to his head, and his clothes are pressed within an inch of its life. He walks like he has a stick up his arse.

  "Anything?" he barks, not even addressing Jago. He looks over us and stops on me, his eyebrow raises as he pursues me, it feels vaguely sexual, but when he meets my eyes again all I see is disgust. "Ah yes, I heard about the little girl playing patrol," he mocks, his voice filled with contempt. I wonder if he would look like that if I ripped his dick off and whacked him on the face with it.

  Instead of letting my mouth run wild, I smile sweetly at him, opening my mouth to respond, but Jago steps in front of me, a hand coming up and covering my mouth like he knows I was going to say something stupid. "Just a few bikes to the north, nothing close and not recurring," he grunts, his voice thick with hate for the man.

  The man huffs and starts to walk away before looking back. "She's your responsibility, if she fails, so do you," he warns before walking away.

  I can feel the steel running through Jago’s back so I dart my tongue out and lick his palm, and he looks down at me, eyeing me strangely.

  I start to mumble against his palm and he drops his hand. "Don't get me wrong, I will try anything once, but I don't think I am into being gagged." I wink and he groans, smirking down at me.

  "Come on, let's get out of here." He shuts the door before slinging both packs over his arms.

  "Was that a weird sexual offer, cause I reckon I am too tired, but you could just put the tip in if you want...or wait until I am asleep, it doesn't really matter to me..." I carry on and follow after him as he tries to escape me, looking downright pained with the conversation.

  "Brawler," he whines and I smile.

  "Fine, I will try to stay awake," I concede and he turns to me, staring at me like he doesn't know what to say, most people don't. "Least let me wash up first, there is sand in places there shouldn't be," I warn.

  "Lovely image, thank you," he snorts.

  "You're welcome, just something to think about!" I pat his shoulder and skip away merrily, even though I am tired, I have never felt so alive.

  I hum on my way back to my place and quickly strip off, the clothes feeling horrible after the sex and sand. Fuck, my vagina sweated out there, not cool.

  I jump in the shower and scrub at my skin and hair, I let the water wash away the sand, but I am nearly asleep standing up so I grab a towel and wrap it around me, letting my hair drip down as I walk back into my room. I freeze once there, seeing Evan hesitating inside the door as if he isn't sure if he should be here.

  "Evvi-Evan?" I ask, stumbling so as not to use his nickname. His shoulders slump and he looks over at me, unable to hide the worry and heartache in his eyes.

  "I just… wanted to make sure you were okay," he says softly, his eyes darting down my body before he looks away.

  When he doesn't look back I clench my jaw. "Fine."

  He nods and turns around to leave. "Good."

  Then he walks out and I just stand there, dripping on the tiles as I watch the door close after him. Letting my head fall back I groan at the ceiling. Men, they can be such cumbuckets.

  I crashed hard last night, not even bothering to get dressed before I crawled under the covers and fell deeply asleep, so when banging sounds at a god awful time in the morning, I groan and bury myself in the covers, ignoring it. It comes agai
n and I growl.

  "Go away, I am having an orgy!" I shout, before curling back under the covers. I must nod back off, because when I hear the door slide open I yelp and scramble to get up, only to fall off my bed and land on my naked ass on the cold tiles.

  Peering sadly up at Jago, it soon turns into a glare. He laughs, leaning against the wall as he watches me. "What the hell dude?" I ask, jumping up and placing my hands on my hips.

  He sobers up as his eyes drop to my body, and I grin. "Eyes up here buddy!" I point and he rolls his.

  "Time for training," he announces, staring at my tits again.

  "Crazy person say what?" I whine.

  "Yup. It seems you have caught the captain's attention. He is determined not to have a woman on patrol, so if you are serious about it, we need to prove him wrong. You will train from four AM until dinner, get some rest, and then you will patrol with me all night."

  "Huh?" I question, slow on the uptake from the lack of sleep and caffeine—did I mention caffeine?

  "Get dressed." He points at me.

  "Why are you helping me?" I ask, crossing my arms under my breasts and he groans, trying to look away.

  "Because if you fail, I fail. I don't fail ever, so get your cute ass dressed so I can work you to death." He sounds pained.

  "You think I'm cute? Also, I am really hoping you were talking about sex because if you woke me up to fight or run, I am going to be pissed," I warn.

  "What about if I tell you I snuck you two coffees?" He brings them from around his back and I zero in on them. Running forward I snatch them both and hold them to my chest, looking up at him with a dreamy smile.

  "Okay, I take that back, but after these, I am still down for a bit of training." I wink and he shakes his head.

  "Real training," he warns and I groan.

  "Where's the fun in that? No orgasm? You are mean." I wander away, sipping at the coffee before grabbing some clothes.