Page 103 of Bound in Ashes

“Get in the fucking truck,” Jack said.

Jack

I let him live.

If he didn’t stop crying, I’d change my mind.

We’d found food. Medicine. Shit people needed, and I couldn’t even be happy because of that fucking coward.

When we got back to the farm, he was out of the truck before it stopped rolling, the candy and cigarettes he was willing to let Miles die for clutched to his chest.

I forced myself to look away from him, and helped inventory what we found.

Hours later, I went to Asia’s room, losing myself in the only peace I could find.

She met me at the door and kissed me hard before she pulled my shirt up and off.

I shoved her jeans as she worked my belt open and slipped her hand into my pants.

I smacked it away and slammed her against the wall.

Entered her in one rough thrust.

She gasped.

So did I at the snug grip of her walls.

At how perfect, how right, she felt.

How much like home.

I kissed her neck, closing my eyes against the sensation, the need to rut into her like a wild animal. I wondered how she managed to bring out the beast in me, at the same time she was the only one who could tame it.

She whimpered, shifting in my arms and pulling back a fraction of an inch.

I pulled her closer, whispering hotly in her ear, “You can take it.”

“Sure can,” she said as she tightened her legs around my waist and rolled her hips into my thrusts.

I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, treasured this moment that she was here. Safe.

Alive.

That was what mattered.

That was all that mattered.

And I lost myself to that, to her, thrusting wildly, no finesse, no technique, only the unquenchable need for her.

She met me stroke for stroke, breath for breath, and when she shattered in my arms, my name on her lips, it was my undoing.

I pulled out at the very last second, impressed by my own control, sad to see my cum wasted on her thighs instead of filling her like it should.

“This bed is too damn small,” I said when I could finally speak again.

“We make it work,” she responded.

I chuckled, kissing her shoulder.