fell through the door in a tangle of limbs, tearing at each other’s clothes. Once naked, she straddled him and eagerly took him inside of her. They both froze on contact.
Ah, yes. She could feel it, too.
Years and years of being together intimately, of knowing each other inside and out and there was nothing there, not anymore. Touching her felt empty. Just like everything else in his life, sex felt monotonous now. Two bodies using each other for an empty release. It meant nothing. Not without her .
Gripping Fifi’s hips, he closed his eyes and pictured her. Pictured the last time he had been inside of her – the morning before he’d left on that fateful raid.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was biting her bottom lip, panting breathlessly, as she rode him hard.
“Come on, Xan,” she breathed, “Come with me.”
No. Way. He wanted to hold out as long as he could. In awe, he watched her come, screaming his name and shuddering astride him. She collapsed forward, nose to nose, and opened those bright green eyes of hers. She smiled shyly, her cheeks pink; embarrassed that she’d so completely come apart in front of him.
And that was all it took. With the knowledge that he affected her every bit as much as she affected him, he fell to pieces beneath her, knowing there was nowhere else he’d ever want to be but inside of her.
Recovering from his release, his satiation quickly faded. Soon he would have to open his eyes and it would not be her he’d find sprawled across his chest. Her wouldn't be anywhere. Her was gone.
“Xan?” Fifi’s fingers trailed down his cheek. “Are you okay, baby?”
Fuck, no. He didn’t want to hear Fifi's voice; he wanted to pretend for just a moment longer.
“Go away,” he said hoarsely.
When the door shut softly behind her, still on the floor, he rolled to his side and smiled at the beautiful woman lying naked next to him.
She gave him a wide, sexy smile. “Hey,” she said softly.
He grinned. “Hey yourself.”
CHAPTER NINE
A few days after arriving, I left the park in search of food and supplies. I was determined to fill my Jeep with as much as possible. Using my new map, I came across a decent-sized community with a good number of shops.
“Jackpot,” I whispered, grabbing all five boxes of tampons on the only shelf still standing. Thank the gods for Aunt Marjorie’s General Store. Though there was little food to be found inside, I was able to dig up several bars of soap in the rubble and enough toothbrushes and toothpaste to last a century.
Traveling deeper into town, I managed to find a good amount of supplies in nearby homes. Most of the houses had pantries full of non-perishables that contained a few pleasant surprises, canned pickles and homemade jam in almost every flavor. It was too bad I didn’t have bread, but whatever. Jam on my finger, or on the crackers I’d found, was fine with me.
While exploring the upstairs of a two-story farmhouse, I came across the bedroom of a teenage girl. Dark purple walls, band posters and cheerleading pompoms. The mirror above her dresser was lined with photos of school dances and self-taken shots of her and her girlfriends. A tiny tiara and a pink sash that read “Homecoming Queen” hung over her headboard. Her vanity was covered in makeup, perfume, and every possible color of nail polish. Unfinished math homework was scattered across her purple comforter, beside a pink Dell laptop.
Her small closet was heavily packed with cutesy tops and pretty dresses, the shelf above it stocked full of shoeboxes and designer purses. I immersed myself in the soft, colorful fabrics, ran my fingers through them, and imagined how they would look on me.
I picked out several things before sighing and putting them all back. Pretty clothes were useless to me now. I had no one to dress up for and they certainly were not practical. The only items I ended up taking from her bedroom were a pair of black yoga
Ah, yes. She could feel it, too.
Years and years of being together intimately, of knowing each other inside and out and there was nothing there, not anymore. Touching her felt empty. Just like everything else in his life, sex felt monotonous now. Two bodies using each other for an empty release. It meant nothing. Not without her .
Gripping Fifi’s hips, he closed his eyes and pictured her. Pictured the last time he had been inside of her – the morning before he’d left on that fateful raid.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was biting her bottom lip, panting breathlessly, as she rode him hard.
“Come on, Xan,” she breathed, “Come with me.”
No. Way. He wanted to hold out as long as he could. In awe, he watched her come, screaming his name and shuddering astride him. She collapsed forward, nose to nose, and opened those bright green eyes of hers. She smiled shyly, her cheeks pink; embarrassed that she’d so completely come apart in front of him.
And that was all it took. With the knowledge that he affected her every bit as much as she affected him, he fell to pieces beneath her, knowing there was nowhere else he’d ever want to be but inside of her.
Recovering from his release, his satiation quickly faded. Soon he would have to open his eyes and it would not be her he’d find sprawled across his chest. Her wouldn't be anywhere. Her was gone.
“Xan?” Fifi’s fingers trailed down his cheek. “Are you okay, baby?”
Fuck, no. He didn’t want to hear Fifi's voice; he wanted to pretend for just a moment longer.
“Go away,” he said hoarsely.
When the door shut softly behind her, still on the floor, he rolled to his side and smiled at the beautiful woman lying naked next to him.
She gave him a wide, sexy smile. “Hey,” she said softly.
He grinned. “Hey yourself.”
CHAPTER NINE
A few days after arriving, I left the park in search of food and supplies. I was determined to fill my Jeep with as much as possible. Using my new map, I came across a decent-sized community with a good number of shops.
“Jackpot,” I whispered, grabbing all five boxes of tampons on the only shelf still standing. Thank the gods for Aunt Marjorie’s General Store. Though there was little food to be found inside, I was able to dig up several bars of soap in the rubble and enough toothbrushes and toothpaste to last a century.
Traveling deeper into town, I managed to find a good amount of supplies in nearby homes. Most of the houses had pantries full of non-perishables that contained a few pleasant surprises, canned pickles and homemade jam in almost every flavor. It was too bad I didn’t have bread, but whatever. Jam on my finger, or on the crackers I’d found, was fine with me.
While exploring the upstairs of a two-story farmhouse, I came across the bedroom of a teenage girl. Dark purple walls, band posters and cheerleading pompoms. The mirror above her dresser was lined with photos of school dances and self-taken shots of her and her girlfriends. A tiny tiara and a pink sash that read “Homecoming Queen” hung over her headboard. Her vanity was covered in makeup, perfume, and every possible color of nail polish. Unfinished math homework was scattered across her purple comforter, beside a pink Dell laptop.
Her small closet was heavily packed with cutesy tops and pretty dresses, the shelf above it stocked full of shoeboxes and designer purses. I immersed myself in the soft, colorful fabrics, ran my fingers through them, and imagined how they would look on me.
I picked out several things before sighing and putting them all back. Pretty clothes were useless to me now. I had no one to dress up for and they certainly were not practical. The only items I ended up taking from her bedroom were a pair of black yoga
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