He released her mouth, and she blinked. Vulnerable, waiting for his touch, she felt wobbly, like a newborn colt. “I’m sorry about how I acted yesterday, how I left you. It was inexcusable. It won’t happen again. I promise.” The driver’s side door of the truck creaked open. “Get in,” he ordered.
Her head spun. “But—”
“Now.” He brushed his mouth over her ear. “I’m fucking you now, but not out here. In the cab, where it’s safe. I can’t watch out for assholes and fuck you at the same time. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
Before she could muster a reply, hands were under her arms, cupping her elbows, lifting her into the driver’s seat. The gray leather of the bench seat slid under the backs of her thighs. Adam’s large body followed. The door slammed shut and he reached down and adjusted the seat as far back as it would go.
“You. On top of me,” he ordered. “I need inside of you, now.”
She nodded and did as instructed. God, she loved take-charge Adam. She smiled, finally feeling awake and alert, letting the horror of last night and this morning fade away. They both desperately needed this, to erase away what had happened, skin against skin, their bodies connected, a renewal of feeling, of commitment.
She mounted him like a horse—one leg over and across his hips, face-to-face, crotches rubbing through cloth. She looked into his eyes and ran her hand across the stubble on his cheek. The contrast of a man’s skin to a woman’s fascinated her, it was so deliciously masculine.
“Christ, I love you so much. Kiss me again,” he said with a deep, sexy rumble.
Happy to oblige, Rachel threaded her arm behind his neck, gripping his muscular thigh for support. The last few hours had been spent in a state of heightened awareness, edgy, scared out of her mind, constantly on the brink of disaster. The preceding rush of relief left her supercharged and pumped with adrenaline. But she didn’t want to just fuck Adam. She wanted to make love to him, to show him how much she cared. Her fingers tingled with restless energy as they skimmed the bottom of his shirt. “Can I touch you?” she asked.
Strong biceps rippled as he pulled the shirt up and over his head, revealing his perfect chest and that luscious bronzed skin, so much darker than her own. She loved the contrast. Loved it. With one hand on the firm landscape of his washboard abs, Rachel leaned down to pepper kisses across his pecs and up the column of his neck. The feel of his skin underneath her lips…mmm. She could feast on him all day.
He sucked in his breath and gripped her hips with his big hands. “I’ve dreamed of you this way,” he said with a husky voice.
“Here, in the truck?” she mumbled while drawing his earlobe between her teeth.
“In a car. That first day when we met on the freeway, I wanted to drag you to the Hummer and fuck you blind.”
“I had no idea.”
“Good, you weren’t supposed to.”
“Me?” she questioned. “You wanted me that first day?”
“You. With your hair down.” He threaded his fingers through the thick strands. Pressed it against his nose and inhaled. “You smell like spring air. Fresh and clean.”
“That’s impossible,” she said. “I spent the night in a cage that smelled like cat piss.”
He laughed and licked her neck.
“Well, lucky for you,” she told him. “Bad smells seem to bounce off of me. But when we get home, the first thing I’m doing is taking a shower.” She gazed into his warm brown eyes, so dear, and touched his face. Short black hair, bronzed skin, perfect lips. Sexy stubble. Wicked scar. She almost forgot to breathe.
“You like?” his deep voice rumbled.
“Oh, yeah.” This was more fun than humans were meant to have. “What happens next in your dream?” she asked.
“I order you to take your shirt and bra off so I can suck your nipples.”
She threw her shirt off in record time.
“You were walking around without a bra?” he groaned as he cupped her breasts. “Your tits are gorgeous.”
“Those comments of yours are starting to go to my head, you know. I’m thinking I should have trained to be a topless showgirl at Bally’s instead of a teacher.”
“You would’ve made more money.”
She laughed. “That’s for sure.”
He concentrated on her tits, playing with them at first, plumping them up, kneading them. She leaned forward, trying to give him easier access. Loving every minute of it. Watching his hunger made her wild with need. He latched his mouth on to the tip of one, pinching the other, and she jumped as if shocked by electricity. She arched her back and tried to get closer. More.
His mouth popped free and he switched to her other breast. Omigod. Wonderful. A small orgasm clenched her vagina, pulsing bright. She gasped in his ear and tightened her fingers on his arms. She ground against his groin.
His penis needed to be inside of her. Now.
“Adam,” she whimpered. “I need…” She reached between them and fumbled with the button on his pants.
He let go of her nipple. “Move back.”
The steering wheel only allowed a few inches of movement, but she managed.
He tugged his jeans past his hips. White underwear slid over his heavy erection, allowing his penis to jut free. She swallowed. Adam’s eyes glittered with lust. He grabbed her ass and drew her up against his hard cock. She closed her eyes for a moment. Heaven.
“Touch me,” he said.
His cock was beautiful, long, thick and veined, with a head wider than the shaft. She wrapped her fingers around the velvety head. She pulled back and reached down. Her hand went around the hard, thick cock. She heard his harsh gasp. A drop of precome glistened on the tip. She touched the slit and spread the moisture around the top of his penis.
He clenched his jaw and dropped his arms to his sides.
She reached out and grabbed his tremendous erection. Her fingers couldn’t meet around the width. He hissed and arched his back. Precome leaked again from the slit at the top.
Adam groaned. “Your pants are coming off. Now.”
She gasped as he easily picked her up, placed her on her back on the seat next to him and made short work of yanking off her leather pants. Her Jimmy Choos came off first so the pants could slide off. She started to rise up, but he picked up a black heel and gestured to her feet. “No, these need to stay on.” He grinned and slid the zipper down the back of each shoe and carefully replaced her lace and black patent leather stilettos. “Sweetheart, I’m fucking you with these shoes on. I want to look at your naked body, watch it respond to me, watch my cock pound into your pussy all while you’re wearing these fuck-me shoes.”
“Okay.”
His hands went around her waist and he used his powerful arms to lift her up and on top of him.
“I need your pussy.”
She pressed down hard, impaling herself on his enormous cock. Good thing she was so wet. Her eyes popped wide open, her breath expelled in a rush.
“Jesus, baby, you’re so tight.”
Her orgasm fluttered in her belly, just out of reach as he thrust in and out. He rubbed a finger perfectly against her clit, hitting the sweet spot again and again. She pushed down harder and threw her head back in ecstasy as his cock pounded into her.
His gaze held hers, filled with both love and desire. “I’m going to come,” he rasped.
He reached out and grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and crushed his mouth against hers, thrusting his tongue inside, mimicking his movements underneath. Her body shook with the force of her own orgasm, her breath bursting out in heavy gasps against his lips. Adam thrust harder, held her tighter, swept up in his release. She felt hot semen burst inside of her.
Afterwards, she fell against him, exhausted by the rush of desire and emotions that had just raged through them both.
He held her cl
ose to his chest. “I love you,” he murmured against her hair.
She threaded her fingers through his large, rough fingers. “I love you too,” she told him. “I love you so much.”
“And those shoes,” he said, his hand on her ankle. “Love those fucking shoes.”
“I love them too.” She grinned.
Chapter Thirty-Three
A slight breeze brushed Rachel’s cheek, cooling her sweat-dampened skin. Even with all the windows open, it was cooler outside than inside. The triple-digit summer evenings in the valley weren’t so bad when you went outside at night. When they’d first arrived at the farm, it had been spring and gorgeous, similar to San Diego weather, but two months later, the valley was stifling hot and she was having trouble adjusting.
Adam had noticed how uncomfortable she was inside and told her to go out on the deck and he’d get a beer and meet her in a sec.
So here she was, sitting on the deck with lanterns lit around her, waiting for her man. She smiled, took a sip of iced tea, happy to spend a quiet evening at home on the farm. No freaks with guns, no kidnappings, no shoot-outs tonight. Just peace. She leaned her head back against the lounge chair.
She thought about the events from earlier in the day, still disturbed to learn Spike was at large and wounded. A group of bad guys, as Josie had called them, had apparently swept into the animal compound before Trevor and Christian could load Spike into their truck. The men had taken Spike while the others had been in the main lodge. Trevor, Christian, Sebastian, Phoebe and Josie had all gotten away safely and returned to the farm, but Spike was back in the fold of his gang, most likely living in a mansion in the high country with a nebulous group of former outlaws, only an hour or two from their farm.
Wasn’t that lovely?
Fortunately, Sebastian and Phoebe had agreed to return to the farm with Josie since it was closer than their house. They were staying the night on the tour bus since Christian had offered to bed down on the couch in Trevor’s apartment to make room for them. Rachel didn’t know how long they’d stay, but she prayed like hell they’d decide to make this their permanent residence. Tomorrow, she’d show them more around the main house, including the empty bedrooms they could use. Help them to see they could be comfortable here. She grinned. Hopefully, Adam would be okay with the idea of living with Crazy Bastard.
She placed her hand on her stomach and smiled again. She’d noticed that life kept going, and during the last two eventful days, she’d forgotten this important life-changing event had occurred. But when she stopped for a moment, the news would slip back into her mind and she’d smile. Pregnant. She was pregnant. Going to have a baby. It was like a special treat she remembered occasionally. Something special, just for her.
And for once, she wasn’t terrified of the outcome. It would be okay, she was sure of it.
Adam loved her, and they were together. That was all that mattered.
And this baby wouldn’t be the only child. Josie was with them. And she was fine. They’d all just encountered her worst nightmare—being kidnapped by a gang of freaks—and came out the other side, battered and bruised but alive. Alive.
And she’d taken care of herself. Rachel now could protect herself and her baby. And she would. This new world couldn’t take her down. She was strong and she’d survive.
She sighed, tilted her chin up, amazed at the brilliant night sky arching overhead. She’d never noticed the stars while growing up in San Diego. They hadn’t been able to compete with the dense haze of city lights. But out here, they blazed like opalescent white paint splattered against dark blue butcher paper.
“The sky is spectacular tonight, isn’t it?” said a male voice from behind her.
Rachel jumped in her seat and spilled tea on her shirt. “Dammit!” she sputtered. She recognized that voice, and it certainly wasn’t Adam’s, and it was the last voice she wanted to hear at the moment.
“Sorry,” Christian said. “Mind if I sit down?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Rachel grumbled, patting her chest with a napkin. She didn’t really want to talk, but the air needed to be cleared, didn’t it? They’d been stiff and awkward toward each other all day. She’d hated it.
Survivors need to stick together, she reminded herself.
Christian sat down in the creaky lawn chair next to her. “I’m sorry I acted like such an ass yesterday. Guess I kinda lost my mind there for a bit.” He looked genuinely embarrassed.
Rachel pursed her lips. She supposed now would be the time to comfort him and say it was okay, she understood, no worries. That what he’d done wasn’t really that bad. That’s what the old Rachel would have said, desperate to keep any friend she could find. But it wasn’t okay. And there was no way in hell she was letting him out of this. “Why did you act like that?” she said, the anger she’d felt rushing back. “Why did you say those things, Christian?” She paused. “You hurt me.”
Christian winced. “I’m sorry. I talked to Adam earlier and cleared the air. We both agreed we overreacted.”
Rachel nodded. When she’d tried to bring the pregnancy up and talk about what had happened, to find out how Adam felt, he’d shushed her, told her to wait, that he wanted to hear Christian’s explanation first.
“I met Adam inside and asked him if I could come out here to talk to you alone for a few minutes so we could clear things up.”
“That’s good,” she replied. More than good. Her brow furrowed. “I just don’t understand what set you off, why you acted like that. What happened? Why were you so upset?”
“It freaked me out, knowing you were pregnant. I knew it was always a possibility, but it caught me off guard.”
She’d never caught any spark of attraction between them and had considered them to be good friends. But maybe she’d been wrong, maybe he felt something she didn’t?
“Is it because you’re worried you’ll be left out?”
“No—”
“I really think we’ll meet other survivors. More women. I think you could meet someone who is right for you.”
“Yeah, I know, but—”
“I know it’ll be weird, but I think it will be—”
“Rachel. Stop.”
She shut her mouth and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry.” He rubbed his face with two hands before looking back at her. His black eyes glittered in the soft moon light. “I need to tell you something.” He swallowed and wetted his lips. He looked off in the distance. “My wife was eight months pregnant when she died.”
Rachel gasped and put her fingers over her mouth.
“We had two children,” he continued grimly. “This last one, our third, another boy, was a surprise. Actually, a blessing.” He dropped his chin to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut. “My wife got the virus two days after the baby shower. I rushed her to the hospital, but it was full. The ER was a mess, total chaos. I sat next to her, holding her hand, helpless, while she bled out and died on a gurney in the hallway, screaming for someone to save the baby. But no one could. No one did. And the baby died too.”
Rachel wrapped her arms around her middle, shattered by the image Christian painted in her mind.
“I guess finding out you were pregnant brought it all back. And when Adam came out with that positive pregnancy test in his hand…”
“You got scared.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “I just don’t want to see anything happen to you. I’m sorry if I scared you too, planting seeds in your mind of scenarios that will never happen.”
“I understand,” she said, her heart heavy but at peace. She did understand. It felt good to have her faith in Christian restored.
“And Trevor kicked my ass and knocked some sense into me,” he quipped.
“Gosh, you two. That was like Clash of the Titans.”
“Men like to talk with their fists. That’s all
over with.” He grinned. “And Adam and I talked and decided how this should play out. How we should deal with the baby.”
She crooked an eyebrow. “You did?”
“Yes, we did,” Adam said from behind her.
She jumped again, spilling more tea on her shirt. “Oh, damn. You guys have got to stop startling me like that.”
“Sorry, babe.” Adam laughed and sat in a chair on her other side. “Talk almost over?”
“Christian was about to tell me your plan,” she said skeptically.
“The plan is you’re my woman. I’m in charge of your welfare and the baby’s,” Adam said. “The other men at this farm have your back too. We’re all protecting this baby.”
“We’re keeping you and that baby safe,” Christian agreed. “All of us.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
That night, Rachel watched Adam stroll to their bed, completely naked, his hands behind his back. She was already drowsy, snuggled beneath the covers in her typical sleep uniform—Adam’s USMC T-shirt and nothing underneath. But seeing Adam naked like that perked her right on up.
“I’ve got a present for you,” he said. “Open your hand.”
“What is it?” she asked eagerly as she sat up. He knew she loved surprises.
Adam leaned forward and slapped a Snickers bar into her open palm.
“Oh, my God!” She gasped and held it in her hand like a precious jewel. “This is wonderful.” She met his warm gaze, her eyes pricking with tears. “You know Snickers are my favorite. Where have you been hiding this?”
“I’ve been saving it for a rainy day, and today was pretty cloudy.” He sat down next to her, still totally naked and hot as hell, his abs contracting invitingly. He reached up and wiped a tear off her cheek, his words going straight to her heart.
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