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True to his word, he gave me another pounding, and I came twice before he finally spurted inside me. His balls repeatedly hitting my clit never failed to incite a toe-curling, mind-numbingly wonderous release.
We cuddled in the rocking chair again, and I couldn’t get enough of the sweet forehead kisses he gave me, or the tender way he nuzzled his nose to mine. Seated on his lap with his huge arms surrounding me, I felt protected and treasured.
Daddy could be rough sometimes, but his roughness was always tempered with gentle aftercare. Hugs, caresses, and loving whispers.
After we both recovered from the second pound-fest, he ordered me to bend over the bed and spread my cheeks just like before.
Eager for round three, I rushed to obey.
Chapter 10
DARREL
I stood in the dim light of the bedroom, watching my babygirl sleep, her chest rising and falling steadily, a peaceful look on her face. I knew she was eager to return to the surface, to resume living in the farmhouse, but I felt more relaxed when she was in the bunker.
Even outside of zombie migration times, there were plenty of dangers aboveground. Raiders and various gangs, as well as packs of feral dogs. While I had a high-tech security system and a shit-ton of weapons (including a World War Three era bazooka I was itching to use), I still couldn’t help but worry for her safety sometimes.
There were times I wanted to force Meg to sleep in the bunker even when it wasn’t zombie migration season. Because when danger visited, it usually came calling at night.
I reminded myself that she was a skilled fighter and so very brave. Maybe I was wrong to coddle her twenty-four-seven. Maybe I ought to let her kill a few zombies or raiders for practice every now and then. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, wishing I knew the answer.
I leaned down to press a lingering kiss to Meg’s forehead, and she sighed in her sleep and snuggled deeper under the covers.
But just as I was about to join her in bed, a low beeping noise from the main area of the bunker reached me. I departed the bedroom and strode to the viewing station, frowning at the movement on the screens. The two zombies from earlier were still wandering around aimlessly, but there was also motion on the southern border of my land.
I growled, placed my hand on the control panel near the screens, and zoomed in on the area. Fuck me. Looked like more stragglers were arriving. I counted fifteen.
Well, shit.
Guess I have some zombies to kill.
Three nights ago, I’d killed eight undead that were loitering near the garden, only for two more to show up early this morning. I’d planned to save the two undead for tomorrow evening, or even the following night, but fifteen extra zombies would make too much noise. I wasn’t about to let them attract even more stragglers.
I donned my bite-proof fighting gear and unlocked the safe that held my loaded handguns. I tucked them into the holsters on my hips and grabbed my freshly sharpened ax from the table. I would use the guns as a last resort—only if I were swarmed or somehow lost my ax. Unfortunately, gunshots had a tendency to attract zombies and raiders.
Before the most recent migration, I’d moved almost all my food stores and important supplies to the bunker, but I still had no wish for a stranger to go traipsing around in my farmhouse.
I checked on Meg one last time before I headed to the surface, climbing the ladder in the narrow tube that led straight up to the farmhouse. After entering my secret code, I opened the hatch, pushed the rug aside, and crawled out onto the living room floor, making sure to securely lock the hatch behind me. I also replaced the rug.
No one was coming up or going down.
Well, there were safety measures in place for Meg in the case that I never returned. There was a timer on the hatch, and if I didn’t return within forty-eight hours, she would no longer need my secret code to leave the bunker. The hatch would simply pop open from the bottom if she gave the handle a good twist and push.
Of course, if I ever failed to return, I hoped she would be smart enough to stay in the bunker until the zombies or raiders who’d killed me left the area. I hoped she wouldn’t foolishly rush to the surface after forty-eight hours and try to save me.
Dammit. In the back of my mind, I knew my babygirl would come rushing up the ladder if I failed to return. Even if the viewing station showed the whole place was covered in zombies or raiders.
God, I loved her so much my chest ached sometimes. I hoped we would be together until the very end—until 2132 when the Murder Asteroid was destined to smash into Earth. If we were still kicking by then, I would be one hundred and five years old, and she would be eighty-three. Happiness filled me at the thought.
I imagined us standing on the roof of the farmhouse, hugging one another tight as we watched the asteroid streak across the sky. It would be a fitting end to our lives. I would make a cheesy comment about going out with a bang, and Meg would roll her eyes at my dad joke.
I exited the farmhouse and easily took out the two slower zombies. The others, while still considered stragglers, had more pep in their step, which made me think they’d taken a side quest during the migration. Maybe they’d sniffed out a hidden settlement and had themselves a nice feast before they continued their journey north.
No one knew for certain why the zombie horde migrated twice a year, and there were all sorts of theories. But they traveled north during late spring and traveled south in the early fall. The stragglers who didn’t make it south before winter would frequently freeze and be unable to walk, so it made sense the changing seasons were behind their twice-yearly migration.
As I approached the newcomers, five zombies broke away from the group and headed my way, their steps uneven and slow. I took them out one by one, swinging my ax from skull to skull.
The other ten turned and looked at me in unison, and despite my many years of zombie slaying, a shiver rushed down my back. Even when you’re armed to the teeth and wearing bite-proof armor, when a whole group of zombies take notice of you at once, it’s rather unsettling.
