After rolling on my side, my body contracted violently as I exploded. Nearly yelling out with pleasure, the only way I stopped myself from doing so was to bite down on my lip. I didn’t think I was going to ever stop jetting my seed. I was like a fucking volcano. I hadn’t come that hard…ever. Thinking about the things Quinn was doing to me in my fantasy, I could barely breathe.
What the hell is wrong with me? No woman had ever done that to me—not even Carly. I was wound up tight thinking about Quinn. I wanted to hear her cry out my name. I wanted to run my fingers through her silky hair. I wanted to caress her body with a soft touch. I wanted to lay kisses all over her. I wanted to take care of her.
That last thought was the most surprising to me.
I realized I had my seed all over my hand. “Fuck me,” I whined to myself. Wiping it clean on my boxers, I chucked them into the wastebasket under the nightstand.
I was far too knackered to get up and find another pair. Just as I rolled onto my stomach and bunched the pillow just right, I heard a rather loud, erotic moan next door.
My ears perked up in an instant.
Quinn closed her door and locked it just like Gunther instructed. She set the Sig—as he called it—down on the nightstand and stared at it for a moment. She was uncertain if she would be able to use it even in a time of need. She lit a couple of candles and laid out the blankets and pillow that she had set in the room while she and Gunther were unloading the truck.
After stripping down to her cream-colored lacy bra and matching low-rise boy short panties, Quinn stared at herself in the mirror that was attached to the old dresser. Her body wasn’t perfect like it was twenty years ago, but she felt she looked decent enough. She saw the way Gunther looked at her with those unique eyes. It made her feel attractive and, given the conditions in the world, she felt less than stellar on a day-to-day basis.
Quinn ran her hand down her side, feeling the supple curve of her waist and hips. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair and grabbed the brush out of her bag. Her hair swept down just to her shoulders. With another glance or two in the mirror, she decided to sleep in her undergarments. They, too, made her feel beautiful.
She peeled back the blankets and slid into bed. She thought about how life had been with James, her husband. Sadness flooded her, but she didn’t want to acknowledge that he might not be coming back. Until then, she would continue to keep an eye out for him.
She thought about Carrie, her daughter, and Max, her grandson. She needed to stop thinking about them. She wasn’t ready for another all night crying session. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on what was surrounding her.
Thoughts of Gunther exploded in her mind. He was quite a beautiful man. His chiseled facial features, scruffy jawline, and long muscled body… The stirring started in her deepest parts. And his eyes. She knew she could stare into them for ages.
He was so much different than James. Like polar opposite different. Gunther was downright sexy in an almost deadly sort of way. She felt an air of danger radiating off of him, but he seemed gentle and caring…especially the way he took care of her knee. She reached down and touched the bandage that he put there so gently.
He also said he would protect her, which made her feel safer than she had in weeks.
There was something odd or fragmentary about him. She couldn’t place her finger on what it was. Then again, wasn’t everyone broken right now? All the terrible things everyone was forced to do would break the strongest of individuals.
Quinn closed her tired eyes and pictured Gunther’s svelte lips trailing down her body. She sat up with a gasp, trying to rid her tangled mind from the fantasy. She felt like she was cheating on James if she thought about another man, especially one that she hardly knew. She shook her head and laid back down.
She closed her eyes again and there was Gunther’s face. He whispered things to her that James would have never said—such inappropriate and naughty words. All things Quinn would never ask for or say out loud.
“Jesus, Quinn…enough is enough,” she scolded herself for having thoughts about this man that she was clueless about. She blew out the candles and settled back down into bed.
She couldn’t shake it. His face and amazing physique kept coming to the forefront of her mind. She had a desperate urge to touch herself, but she imagined it was Gunther’s large, strong hands.
With a shaking hand, she reached into her bra and rolled her nipple between her fingers, sending a lightning bolt through her entire body. Her hips bucked and the air shuddered as it left her throat. She licked her finger and circled the taut tip, enjoying the sensation that was pooling hot and heavy in between her curvy thighs.
One hand stayed focused on her chest, going back and forth and teasing both breasts; the other hand traveled down her not-so-perfect abdomen and headed for the waist of her panties. Sliding her fingers down to where she was drenched, her fingers explored the surface, gently massaging all her sensitive areas.
Quinn’s breath hitched in her throat as she pushed a couple fingers inside of her throbbing core. She was desperate for penetration of some kind. She would much prefer a man in her, but her fingers were all that she had. She pushed them in further, hunting for that magic spot.
A gasp tried to race out of her throat, but she caught it in time. Her hands massaged faster, and the desired feeling grew in intensity.
She imagined Gunther hovering over her, pounding his hard and thick length into her, taking her down the road of rough and dominating sex. It was something she only ever fantasized about. He was kissing and nipping at her ear and neck, saying wickedly dirty things to her. Calling her all sorts of degrading names. His hands gripped onto her hips as he furiously made love to her. She dug her fingers in further. She was breathless and sweat glistened across her body. Her hips bucked up and she came hard. So hard, she let out a lusty moan.
Embarrassment filled her mind. She knew Gunther must have heard her. How was she going to face him after that? She laid still for a moment, completely rattled between her peak and humiliation of the situation. She could only hope that he was asleep and if he wasn’t, maybe he thought she was dreaming.
Chapter 13
I heard Quinn’s door crack open while I was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a gardening book I found on a shelf in the living room. “Morning.” Her voice was leery when she spoke.
“Morning.” I smiled at her as I slid the book away from me. Bloody hell, she was beautiful in the morning sunlight. I didn’t want to let on that I heard her erotic moan shortly after we went to bed. “Did you sleep well?” I smiled inwardly knowing that, more than likely, she did. After a moan like that, who wouldn’t?
“Sort of. It’s kind of weird to be squatting.” I laughed a little at her terminology. It definitely didn’t fit her. She was far too proper to use such odd terms.
“It is a bit weird, yeah? You hungry?”
“Famished.”
I bet you are, love. When I half-smirked, she looked away immediately. I pushed the bag of food over to her, watching her pick through and carefully select a few things. She pulled out a protein bar and a bag of trail mix. “Never really been a fan of these bars, but I am thankful to have it,” she murmured as she tore open the wrapper.
“I hear you. Without a doubt, they’re better than the alternative.” She pulled a piece off with her fingers, looked at it disapprovingly, then popped it her mouth.
After she chewed and swallowed like a proper lady should, she asked, “Anything on your agenda for today?”
“No, not really. Thought we would veg out here for the day. Get some rest. I’ve been traveling non-stop since all this started. I’ll go out tomorrow and hunt down more supplies for us.” She nodded.
Rolling my neck, I was feeling more than ready for a donation, but I couldn’t ask her. She was too far down the rabbit hole already to pull a “need to check for the virus in your blood” bullshit, which was my original plan—collect samples of blood
and pocket them for drinking later. It would just make her suspicious. I was prepping myself for the coming surge. The headache was lingering on the horizon and it was going to be a nasty one.
“Are you feeling okay? You look like you might be coming down with something.” Ha! Wouldn’t she be fucking surprised to hear what sickness I had?
“Uh, yeah. I’m all right. I think I feel like this because I haven’t slept much in a while. I mean, I slept last night some, but…”
“You look tense. I’m a pretty good masseuse,” she offered.
I heard tires screech in my head. Did she really want to touch me? If she did, J.T. would certainly spring up and wave with a wink and a nod. “You know, I am quite tense. My shoulders and neck are stiff.” Wait, did I just say stiff? Fuck.
She stood up and walked over behind me. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why was so I nervous? Bloody hell, I felt like a hormonal teenager.
Quinn placed her hands on my shoulders and I tensed up a little more. “Just try to relax.” Her voice poured through me like a fine scotch.
“Right, sorry. I’m not used to being treated this way.” I wiggled my upper body, trying to free up the additional tension.
“No?”
“No…” Said too much once again, arsehole! Quinn began kneading my shoulders and neck. Holy fuck, she hand strong hands.
“You are knotted up tight.”
Tight? Christ. I felt more blood rush down south. “Yeah.” I let out a low groan. Her hands felt so good on my achy body. They were made of magic, slowly working their way to the exposed skin on my neck. I felt her jerk away.
“You’re freezing!”
“I don’t have the best circulation.” My words came out like an automated response.
“Do you want to grab a sweatshirt or something?”
“No. No, I’m fine.” She placed her magical hands back on my neck and I let out another groan.
“Feel good?” I heard her smile through her words.
“God, yes.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the glorious attention.
No one, in my entire life, ever touched my body in a loving manner. Their touch was only about sexual pleasure, never to make me feel better when I was down. For a good fifteen minutes, she continued to be attentive from my upper back to my neck and all around my shoulders. It was the most amazing feeling ever. I was a bit sullen when she stopped.
“How’s that? You feel better? Your muscles seem looser.” She grabbed my wide, corded shoulders and twisted them back and forth.
“Yes. Thank you. Much appreciated.” She wrapped her palm around my neck and started to walk back around the table. I grabbed her hand and tugged her back, her beautiful brown eyes looking back at me. I wanted to kiss those pretty lips and thank her in the only way I knew how. But when I saw the worry cross her face, I apologized and let go of her. Cue the awkward silence.
“That’s okay.” She sat back down and continued to eat. “So, what are you reading?”
“Oh…just grabbed a book off the shelf in there. It’s about gardening.” I laughed a little with a high degree of embarrassment.
“I was always horrible with gardening.” She held up her thumb. “Black thumb.” I smirked at her. Bloody hell, she was a doll. Funny, beautiful, hands made of magic. I bet the deepest parts of her body were silky and tight. I could lose control with her. Stop it! That woman was turning me into someone different, and I didn’t know who it was.
“Yeah. I’m right there with you.” I tapped on the book. “Maybe this will provide us the knowledge that we’ll need.”
“We will need seeds first.” I have plenty of seed. Shit! Cut it out, Erikkson! I rubbed my face. “You look… Are you sure you’re all right?”
I let out a sad laugh. “As good as can be right now. Just have a lot on my mind.”
“I understand. Well, since we’re hanging out together, I’m a good listener if you want to talk.”
Jesus, she wanted to listen to my problems? No one ever wanted to listen to my personal issues. I was blown away. “Thank you. I appreciate your kindness but, for now, I think I should keep my issues to myself.”
And with that, our conversation was non-existent for the rest of the day.
Chapter 14
The next morning, I got up and Quinn was already messing around in the kitchen. I hadn’t put my shirt on yet, just my cargoes—which hung low on my hips—socks, and boots. I did have my shirt thrown over my shoulder. She had a few packs of food out on the table already, along with two cups of water with tea bags steeping in them on the counter. That blew me away. No one had ever made me tea before, unless it was at a restaurant or that bloody cafeteria back at the complex. But, even then, they just handed you hot water in a cup and tossed a bag at you. Quinn actually thought about what I might want. No one ever cared about what I wanted. I swallowed hard, feeling myself shattering.
“Morning,” she said with her back to me as I entered the kitchen. “I found a box of tea on top of the fridge, so I put water out in the sun to warm up. It’s not tea temperature, but…” She turned around and saw me standing there half-naked. I knew I looked good. There was no denying that. Her mouth opened slightly, like she wasn’t sure if she should talk or lick my body. I prayed for lick. Then she quickly turned back around, stammering, “And…I-I don’t know if you drink tea.”
“Ah, yeah. Yeah, I do.” I ran my hand over the hair that was growing in on my head, feeling bashful for the first time ever. “That’s fantastic. Thank you.”
I pulled out the wooden chair and sat down. Deciding I better put my shirt on, I eased it over my aching body. She turned back around and slid a cup in front of me.
Clearing her throat, she sat down across from me. “So, you are going to head out today?” she asked, working to make small talk.
“Yeah, for a little while. We need more supplies. I’ll leave you with an additional magazine that I want you to keep in your pocket. Plus, you know where the rest of the stash is located.”
“What if the owners come back?”
“You know, I don’t think that’s going to happen. They seemed to have cleared out everything—clothes, bedding, food.”
“True.”
I drank my room temperature tea and ate the food Quinn laid out for me. Her kindness shook me straight to my core, seriously rattling me because she was absolutely brill. Having no idea how to handle it or how to reciprocate, I was a bit glad that I was taking off for the day so I could clear my head.
I headed back to my room and loaded my pack up. As I walked back out, Quinn was standing in the living room, watching me.
I softly smiled. “Here’s that other magazine.” I showed her again how to unload and reload, hoping with everything I had that she wouldn’t need it. Leaving her alone for whatever amount of time I would be gone worried me. I wanted to make it back before nightfall.
“All right, well…stay safe,” she murmured.
“I will. I’ll try to be back before sundown. Thank you for your kindness.” I didn’t want to take my eyes off of her.
“Thank you for saving me.” With a quick nod, I headed out to my truck.
As soon as I got into the truck, the pain had me cringing. My back and hips were screaming. Feeling the desperation for a fix, I scrubbed my face with my shaking hands. Luckily I succeeded in hiding my need from Quinn. She didn’t notice the lack of green in my eyes.
Looking for some pleasant relief, I pictured Quinn’s face and thought about how loving she was toward me. Something sparked. For the first time in ages, I felt warm in my cold-blooded heart. I had no idea what the fuck I was feeling but, bloody hell, I liked it.
More like I fucking loved it.
I started the truck and backed out of the driveway.
Quinn watched Gunther from the front window of the house. Fear ran through her body knowing that she was going to be alone for a period of time. She didn’t like the fact that Gunther was going out on his own, either. For reasons unknown, she felt safe around him,
even though she probably shouldn’t. The desire was strong to go with him, but she was afraid they would lose the only place that seemed to exist for them to stay.
She was afraid of the gun that was given to her, but he wanted her to use it if needed. A moment like that may come sooner than she was ready for.
Watching him, he cringed in pain then ran his hands over his face before he started the truck. Thinking there was something wrong with his health, she wondered if maybe he had some sort of terminal illness, but she felt it would be inappropriate for her to pry. As long as it wasn’t contagious, she was willing to help him with whatever it was he needed, considering he saved her life. She owed it to him.
Feeling alone, her body trembled as he backed the truck out of the driveway. It was the worst feeling in the world and she hoped he would come back. Quinn didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts another day.
She wanted to tell Gunther what had happened with Carrie and Max, but she didn’t want to burden him with her problems. Tears flooded her eyes when the memories struck from just a few weeks ago. The whole scene replayed in her head like it was happening on a movie screen.
-October 2014-
It had only been a week since the outbreak had happened. Quinn had left Carrie, her daughter, for mere moments to go change her shirt after Max, her grandson, had spit up on her. Pausing at her dresser, she touched the wedding picture of her and James, remembering how happy she was the day they were married. Then how elated she was when Carrie was born. It was a difficult delivery, but they managed to get through it.
She glanced over at a picture of her daughter and grandson. It was a sad day when she found out her teenage daughter was going to become a mother. Knowing that she had made a mistake, Carrie was going to own up to it and raise her baby. Quinn decided that she would be there one hundred and ten percent to help her.
James was never home because he was always away on business. Days ago, he said he was going to go searching for supplies for Max, but never came back. She had hope that he eventually would. Her faith dwindled more and more each day he didn’t come marching through the front door.
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