like you,” she said, disbelief oozing from her voice.
“Thanks. Love the vote of confidence.”
“I’m sorry, I mean, well, I don’t know. Maybe I should quit talking.”
“Look.” I wasn’t interested in her crisis of confidence right then. She was naked, about to sit on my lap, and even through all this bullshit, I was still hard. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. My guess is you’ve never been with anyone but college boy. You’re all amped up on some kind of damn anti-baby hormones. So if you want to do this, I think we’re safe.”
“Gabe?”
“Yeah?” Please let her say yes. Please let her say yes.
“I want to do this.”
Thank God. “Then come here,” I whispered, my heart rate climbing as I pulled her to me and she straddled my legs. She sat down on my lap, my hard-on pressed between us. I drew her face to me and kissed her gently.
“You’re so strong,” I told her, my voice rough with need. “I want you to know how much I respect you. I don’t express it very well, but you have my utter and complete respect, Alexis Garcia. And if you decide that you don’t feel right about this, all you have to do is say so. I want you to want this as much as I do.”
“I do. I want it so bad. I can’t even remember anyone else. It’s like this place and you have erased everything. All I can feel or think about is this, right here, right now. I don’t want to lose this. Please .”
Without another word, I slipped my hand under her thigh and lifted her up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and lowered herself onto me. A hunger blossomed up from where we were joined until it reached my chest where it lodged so deep inside of me I knew right then and there I’d never be rid of it. That need would stay inside me forever. And the only thing that could satisfy it was her.
T he next morning, I woke with Alexis naked, sprawled halfway across me, and the blazing pain of a gunshot wound throbbing through my arm. I knew things were bad when I actually considered not trying to have sex with her because the arm hurt too much. But then she made one of those little kitten noises like she had the previous morning and rubbed her leg against mine, and I decided as long as I was conscious, there was no pain worth giving her up for.
I nuzzled her hair with my chin. “Hey, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up.”
She rubbed her face into my chest and slapped gently at my face. “Huh uh,” she groaned.
“Nah, come on, babe. The sun’s out, you’re naked, I’m naked, and we got nothing to do all damn day but get lucky.”
She lifted her head and looked me in the eye, her curly hair a matted mess hanging in her face like every morning. She squinted. “I’m starving,” she wailed as she put her head back down and started crying.
“Wait, what?” The sounds of her sobs and the dampness oozing all over my chest told me she wasn’t kidding. I was hungry too, but not to the point of tears. I didn’t think I’d ever be hungry to the point of tears.
“Shh, shh, shh. Alexis, honey? It’s all right, really. We’ve got more MREs, and you can have mine too. We’re going to get out of here soon, I promise.”
For some unfathomable reason, this only made her cry harder. Shit. I’d never dealt with a sobbing female. I walked away from sobbing females. But even if I could have walked away then, I never would have. Not when it was Alexis sobbing. I only wanted to make it better for her.
I sat up, bringing her with me as she continued to sniffle into my chest. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m going to get you something to eat. Hang on just a minute.”
I disentangled myself from her, and she sat huddled in a little ball, still sniffling to beat the band, her head down on her knees. I dug through the rucksack and found our last two MREs, some more cinnamon gum, and the second to the last bottle of water. I scooted back to her, stroked her hair, and commenced with the begging.
“Alexis?
“Thanks. Love the vote of confidence.”
“I’m sorry, I mean, well, I don’t know. Maybe I should quit talking.”
“Look.” I wasn’t interested in her crisis of confidence right then. She was naked, about to sit on my lap, and even through all this bullshit, I was still hard. “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. My guess is you’ve never been with anyone but college boy. You’re all amped up on some kind of damn anti-baby hormones. So if you want to do this, I think we’re safe.”
“Gabe?”
“Yeah?” Please let her say yes. Please let her say yes.
“I want to do this.”
Thank God. “Then come here,” I whispered, my heart rate climbing as I pulled her to me and she straddled my legs. She sat down on my lap, my hard-on pressed between us. I drew her face to me and kissed her gently.
“You’re so strong,” I told her, my voice rough with need. “I want you to know how much I respect you. I don’t express it very well, but you have my utter and complete respect, Alexis Garcia. And if you decide that you don’t feel right about this, all you have to do is say so. I want you to want this as much as I do.”
“I do. I want it so bad. I can’t even remember anyone else. It’s like this place and you have erased everything. All I can feel or think about is this, right here, right now. I don’t want to lose this. Please .”
Without another word, I slipped my hand under her thigh and lifted her up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and lowered herself onto me. A hunger blossomed up from where we were joined until it reached my chest where it lodged so deep inside of me I knew right then and there I’d never be rid of it. That need would stay inside me forever. And the only thing that could satisfy it was her.
T he next morning, I woke with Alexis naked, sprawled halfway across me, and the blazing pain of a gunshot wound throbbing through my arm. I knew things were bad when I actually considered not trying to have sex with her because the arm hurt too much. But then she made one of those little kitten noises like she had the previous morning and rubbed her leg against mine, and I decided as long as I was conscious, there was no pain worth giving her up for.
I nuzzled her hair with my chin. “Hey, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up.”
She rubbed her face into my chest and slapped gently at my face. “Huh uh,” she groaned.
“Nah, come on, babe. The sun’s out, you’re naked, I’m naked, and we got nothing to do all damn day but get lucky.”
She lifted her head and looked me in the eye, her curly hair a matted mess hanging in her face like every morning. She squinted. “I’m starving,” she wailed as she put her head back down and started crying.
“Wait, what?” The sounds of her sobs and the dampness oozing all over my chest told me she wasn’t kidding. I was hungry too, but not to the point of tears. I didn’t think I’d ever be hungry to the point of tears.
“Shh, shh, shh. Alexis, honey? It’s all right, really. We’ve got more MREs, and you can have mine too. We’re going to get out of here soon, I promise.”
For some unfathomable reason, this only made her cry harder. Shit. I’d never dealt with a sobbing female. I walked away from sobbing females. But even if I could have walked away then, I never would have. Not when it was Alexis sobbing. I only wanted to make it better for her.
I sat up, bringing her with me as she continued to sniffle into my chest. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m going to get you something to eat. Hang on just a minute.”
I disentangled myself from her, and she sat huddled in a little ball, still sniffling to beat the band, her head down on her knees. I dug through the rucksack and found our last two MREs, some more cinnamon gum, and the second to the last bottle of water. I scooted back to her, stroked her hair, and commenced with the begging.
“Alexis?
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