“Bath?” He pulls out of my soaked pussy and flips onto his back. I turn onto my side. His smile is breathtaking.
“Sounds like heaven.” I smile back, though the bruise forming on my cheek causes me to wince a bit. He takes a deep breath and sits up. Once he’s on his feet, he pulls me up with him. I watch as he leaves the room, his firm butt flexing with each step. Every second Champion’s gone feels like hours. He comes back right when I decide to look for him. I flinch as my mind drifts to his hard cock relentlessly fucking me. Watching it swing between his muscular thighs makes me hungry for more. Champion’s returned with two large buckets of warm water. He disappears and reappears, this time with what I assume are buckets of cold water because I can’t see any steam.
“Where… How?” Words are still lost on me, groaning as his come leaks down my thighs.
“It’s hard to explain. Just know it's recycled and there’s not an endless supply.” Champion dumps the hot water into the basin-like tub. He carries the cold water over and gets in, looking to me expectantly. The tub—if I can call it that—must be bigger than it looks. Once he’s inside it doesn’t look like I’ll fit. Sure enough, we twist and turn until we’re both seated inside. His legs are bent, thighs flexing as I lean back. The forced intimacy is strange. Even though we just got finished having sex, I’m uncertain about being so close to him.
“Can I wash it?” His voice pierces the silence out of nowhere.
“Wash what?” My mind immediately goes south.
“Your hair.” It’s an odd request, but I can’t see the harm in letting him pamper me.
“Sure.” I sink down so I can soak in the pool of warm water. Champion lathers a strong smelling soap through my kinky tresses. When he’s done with my hair, he starts washing my body, massaging every place he touches.
“Slow down now,” I say with a yawn though my bodies still humming.
“I don’t think I can go again, but the way you’re moving your fingers is making me reconsider.” I try to flirt but I’m too tired to put much effort into my words.
He laughs at that, mouth against my ear as he speaks, “Tried?”
“Yes,” I admit, “Can we rest?”
“Yes.” He leans out of the tub and pulls back a bucket of cold water. I shout as he directs me to stand with him and dumps the water over my head.
“You could have warned me…” I step out of the tub, freezing. He follows me after dumping a bucket over his head without flinching.
“I could’ve and you would’ve jumped out.” His grin is almost boyish and all I can do is laugh. He steps out and I wait for him to bring back towels. Champion refuses to let me dry myself off. It’s like he wants to touch me, and that rocks me to the core. When he’s finished with me, he dries himself off, throwing our towels to the ground when he’s finished. Champion walks over to our bed of furs, lies down, and pats the space between him and the wall.
“Lay down beside me.” He looks up to me expectantly and I hug myself, aware he can see everything from that angle.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I slide down beside him. Being skin to skin warms me up almost instantly.
“Don’t thank me yet,” his grunts me as he hugs me against his chest. There’s gentleness in him, but it’s masked by his harsh words and actions. Just as I begin to fade out, Champion starts speaking.
“My name is Jude, not Champion. Call me Jude.” I almost miss his name, his voice so quiet I assume it’s my imagination.
“Jude...” It fits him. Unable to resist any longer, I give into the darkness and all fades to black.
JUDE
I never believed in miracles before the apocalypse. But how else am I supposed to understand saving Arcadia? In the right place at the right time. Never. I always on the other end of a raw deal. But my detour to throw off Red’s gang got me much more than I bargained for.
The silence of the shelter is driving me fucking insane. Who knew a raging storm and holding a stranger in my arms would keep me awake through the night? I twirl a strand of Arcadia's thick, black, curly hair. The night is dead as it usually is, but my blood is still pumping from fighting and fucking. I'm waging a war inside and I’m not winning. Patience. I never had any. Still, I’m developing a skill I never gave a damn about up until now. It’s been ages since I held a real woman in my arms. Well, it would be a lie to say I haven’t had any women since D-Day. But scrawny beggars I find on supply runs don’t count. Neither do the gassed out chicks who hang out by Raider controlled territory. No, they’re pussy never feels the same and never will. I look down at the gorgeous girl in my arms snoozing away all peaceful. Her copper-colored skin and luscious curves call to me. They're begging to be bitten, sucked, and fucked until I put her back to sleep. Arcadia. I want her now. I can't understand how she's sleeping like we didn't outrun mutants and a rival gang’s hitman, but I don't complain. It means she'll hold up well in my world once I take her back to base. My girl faced all that and was still ready for me when we got here.
“Wake up,” I murmur into her ear; I shift so she's laying on top of me. Her curves fill each dent on my body, making me whole. Her softness is killing me. This might be the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. Patience. I never had any fucking patience and I’m not going to start learning now.
“Jude...?” Her groggy voice is muffled by my chest. My dick twitches and stiffens. Just remembering her voice makes me hard. I want to lose myself in her doe-like brown eyes. I want to get drunk of her sweet kisses. First, I need her to wake the fuck up.
“Wake up,” this time my voice is firm.
“Jude? What time is it? What’s wrong?” Her eyes open, disoriented in the dim light.
“Who knows. It's still dark outside.” I sweep stray strands of hair from her face so I can look at her fully. A nasty bruise is forming on her right cheek, the light purple too harsh on her pretty skin. I should have gutted that punk-ass son-of-a-bitch when I had the chance.
“The blizzard?” her voice is thin and wary.
“Still going. Don’t worry. We’re safe in here.” It’s a white lie. No sane person would be riding through the blizzard. But most people up here aren’t alright up there.
“We can't leave.” It's not a question.
“No. We can't. You're stuck with me for another night, maybe two. Like I said, we’re safe here.” I try my best to smile, but her face is unreadable. She sits up and straddles my hips, giving me a magnificent view of her large breast and plump hips. Got damn. Her eyes widen before giving me a coy smile. Arcadia knows what she’s doing to me.
“Jude,” her voice is sweet like honey. She leans forward, laying her hands on my pecs. I raise my eyebrow and wait. I like her little game.
“Yeah?” I hold back a moan as she starts shifting her hips back and forth way too fucking slow. Her wet pussy lips cup my hard dick as she toys with me.
“What do you miss?” she asks sweetly.
“Miss? About what?” I grit out.
“The world before,” her voice is quiet.
The question hits me like a knife to a gut. What did I miss? There wasn't much. Every day blurred into each other back then. All I thought about was survival, fast money, and more drugs. Familiarity. Order. Discipline. I avoided all three like the plague before Doomsday. Every day was a new day in one long rebellion. I only cared about my brothers and myself. Our club, Immortal Sons, tried to clean up our act but it never lasted for long. There was always a vendetta calling for more blood. And, we always found another source of money we couldn't access by going straight. But soon enough, revenge catches up with you. Too many Immortals started turning up dead. Too many women and children without a father, brother, or son.
“The sun.” I finally settle on an answer. She looks up at me, her eyes now clear and alert.
“The sun? What about the sun?” She slides her eyes down my bare chest. Arcadia leans forward and reaches back underneath of her body. Her fingers rub the head of my dick, hard nipples grazing my
chest. I tense and groan, the pressure of Arcadia’s pussy and teasing hand too much to bear. Arcadia pulls back up, stroking my cock against her stomach, staring at me as she waits for an answer.
“The sun on my back. When I use to ride with my brothers, it felt like we could take on the world. I miss that. And, when the weather didn't try to kill me I guess.” I shallowly thrust against Arcadia’s playful petting. Damn if I don’t want to throw her on her back and show her who’s boss around here.
“What else?” Her eyes are twinkling.
“Whiskey and cigarettes,” I grunt, my dick swelling until I’m uncomfortably hard.
“That’s two things.” She laughs gently, scooting down until her head is level with my balls. She bends down and starts sucking and licking, watching my every move. Patience. I guess it does pay off.
“I always had them together, so they count as one.” I smirk as the tip of her pink tongue flicks out, teasing me now.
“Deeper. Put my dick in your mouth, Arcadia, and stop playing fucking games.” I tug on her hair lightly and she does just that. Cradling my balls with one hand, she swallows the length of my cock and comes up. Back and forth, back and forth, her head bobs as she gives me the blowjob of a lifetime. I sit up, fucking her mouth slowly. Watching her, watch me, is so fucking sexy. Seeing Arcadia with a mouth full of hard cock is even better. Her eyes never leave my face as she bobs her head in time with my thrusts. My head falls back as Arcadia takes my entire cock into her hot, wet mouth and holds. She rubs the hair above my dick and plays with my balls willing me to come. I can feel my balls tingling ready to bust. I count backward, willing myself not explode in the back of her throat. I need her. Now.
“Stop!” my voice feels like lead. She pulls back. Her mouth makes a wet popping sound. We take a second to recover. Arcadia spins so her back is towards me. She throws her head back, her curls bouncing. She smiles softly before licking me off her lips.
“What else?” She bats her lashes and I laugh, stroking my cock. Now she’s trying to act like a vixen? It’d be funnier if I wasn’t so damn horny right now.
“Pussy.” On cue, she bends forward on her knees. I get on my knees, pull her heart-shaped ass back, and thrust inside of her hard and deep. I wait for a reaction as her shoulders drop. I’m rewarded with Arcadia’s sweet cries as her thighs start shaking.
“Jude! Don’t you dare pull the fuck out!” She shouts. I love the fact she’s so loud. I want people to hear a mile out while I take her hard and fast. Her ass jiggles with every thrust and my arms tremble trying to match her frantic pace.
“I…wasn’t…planning to… Ah!” I push down her back so she’s pressed against the furs. I squeeze the back of her neck before reaching under her to grip her breasts. I roll her hard nipples, something primal inside of me wakes up watching her submitting. Watching Arcadia being dominated by my cock drives me insane. I brace myself on either side of her head as she makes small, gasping sound. Then, I drive every inch inside of her at a brutal pace. Mine. I’ll keep her feed and her pussy beat. Mine. The tiny room is filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. Mine! A woman to call my own in my prolonged stay in purgatory.
“Arcadia!” I wrap my arms around her chest, pulling her up and against the wall. I ball my fist and place them beside her head, sucking on the back of her neck. I bury my dick inside of her pussy, spent.
“Jude! Oh God. Jude...” I pull out, watching my come roll down the sides of her thighs. Mine. I’m never going to let her leave my side.
“Turn around.” I lean back on the furs as she turns on her knees.
“Open your legs,”
“I’m not your fucking property,” there’s venom in her voice.
“You’re not. Yet.” Her face turns dark as I sit up.
“Never—” I silence her by tugging on her down on to my chest. I grab both sides of her face, careful to be more gentle to avoid bruising her any more than she already is. I hold Arcadia like she’s something precious because she is.
“Listen. I’m no fucking gentleman but I’m the type of man you need out here. Ararat’s like you don’t know the first thing about survival.” My mind drifts back to finding her at the bottom of that hill. A flimsy windbreaker, some snow pants, and no weapons out in the cold? She was as good as dead.
“…I’m not going to deny that, but I’m no one’s property. Especially not yours.” Her eyes burn holes into mine. I don’t flinch one bit.
“You’ll learn. I told you I don’t get off on hurting women. You’re not some fucking slave. But when you’re my girl, that means you’re under my protection. We’ll ride and die together out here. It’s better than going out alone. Got it?” Her pouty lips and pinched eyebrows tell me she doesn’t. I kiss her chin, her nose, and then her mouth. Chaste. Something else I never do. But even an asshole like me can see she needs reassurance.
“I’m not a monster. Choice is a luxury we don’t get out here. We don’t need to know every detail about each other. This is real. This is good. And it isn’t going to end when this blizzard clears.” She sucks in a sharp breath, tears stinging her eyes.
“Give me some time to think.” Arcadia’s voice is distant as she strokes my cheek. It’s more to calm herself down than touch me.
“Don’t fight this. I need to know I can trust you and we’ll work everything else out later on.” I lean up and kiss her plump lips gently. She smiles against my lips, her eyelids dropping.
“Tired?” I lay back and wait.
“Very,” She snuggles close, “and hungry.”
I chuckle at that. “Then rest for now. We’ll have rations when we wake up. Tomorrow will be a long day.”
“Okay Jude.” Arcadia squeezes me and I squeeze her back. I look up at the dark ceiling, close my eyes, and fall into oblivion knowing that I’m not alone anymore.
JUDE
The sun rises too soon. Not the real sun hidden away behind the nuclear haze. No, the flashing red and green lights above the entrance to the shelter. One’s a warning that someone is too close for confront. The other one means the worst of the storm’s passed.
“Jude?” Arcadia shudders awake. She’s been calling my name all night long so her voice is hoarse. She’s probably afraid I won’t be around when she wakes up. Arcadia’s wrong. I’m not going anywhere without her.
“Sssh. The blizzard’s over but we’ve got trouble coming our way,” I say, pulling her into my arms. I can’t get enough of her soft, brown skin. I soak in her heat and she stops shaking. Arcadia represents the ultimate risk. I lied to myself when I said I saved her by chance. I didn’t have to stop when she crossed my path. Supply runs are dangerous enough without getting involved in a life or death struggle. Killing mutants stopped them from creating new ones. But, going against a horde with a gun and knife when I was being tailed was nonsense. Yet I did. Saving her touched something human inside of me I thought was long dead. To be a man, to stand for something in a world where every action seemed meaningless was exhilarating. Now, I might get another chance to prove to myself I deserved to live through D-Day.
“Another Redman?” It takes me a moment to connect the Hellhound to the Redman she’s talking about.
“Maybe. I doubt it, but I’ll check,” I assure her, stroking her head. I love playing with her curls, the texture foreign to the touch. We would have never crossed paths back in the old days. Not because I have anything against people like her; it’s just the way my world was. White. White as the snow piled up outside. It’s good to have someone to balance me out.
“Dobro Jutro.” I nip her ear and stand up, walking to my pile of clothes. Eating and sleeping naked in-between meals was fucking paradise. Now it’s time to get to work.
“I’m coming with you?” Her voice lifts in a question. I scoff.
“Yes. How many times do I have to say yes?” She asked me non-stop last night in-between whimpering orgasms and calling my name.
“Look. Don’t get short with me. You can’t blame a girl fo
r being scared. If you ditch me out there or here, I’m dead.” Her eyes are solemn. I turn away, her doubt frustrating me. She stands up and comes over to me, hugging me from behind as I pull my suit over my shoulders.
“I’m not that kind of man. You’d be dead if I were. I wouldn’t have saved you if I planned to kill you or leave you behind,” I assure her again. I turn and stroke her bruised cheek, white-hot anger shooting through my veins. Arcadia presses her face into my hand and I press my thumb on her lips.
“Ok. I trust you. How do you say trust in Russian?” I blink down at her, dumbfounded.
“I’m not Russian. I, well, I was Montenegrin.” Her expression is blank. I guess all natural born Americans are lost when it comes to the world map.
“Southern European.” I settle on that.
“Ah, okay? Is that close to Russian? I’ve been meaning to ask you what language you were speaking…” she trails off. I’m not sure if Arcadia’s genuinely curious, embarrassed, or a mixture of both.
“Not really. The Iron Curtain fell forty years ago remember? Let’s drop it.” I chuckle.
“Hmmm…,” she stares up at me with those big brown eyes, “Montenegrin bikers. I’ve seen it all.”
“We Slavs like the open road too.” This time I really laugh. I can’t remember the last time I laughed because I was happy and not drunk off my ass.
“Oh? And what else do Slavs like to do?” Her hands slide down my back and claw my ass. I’m hard again in an instant, every inch of me primed and ready to give her an answer. But, I can’t. Not right now. Not when I see a blinking red distress light outshining the green.
“Not now. We can fuck later. Now, we need to get moving. This hideout’s been spotted somehow. I don’t know if they’re my brothers or the enemy.” I kiss her forehead and she steps back, worried.
“I’ll be right back. Get dressed.” I make my way to the hallway, looking back at Arcadia, tracing her with my eyes.
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