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“Yeah. I need to pee.” I manage to sit up without poking him in the gut with my elbow. “I don’t really want to go out there by myself in the dark.”
It’s safe at New Haven. We’re behind walls that are closely guarded, and Faith and Jackson don’t let anyone in here if they can’t be trusted.
But still…
“I’ll come with you.” He groans slightly as he heaves himself up.
“Are you all right?” I ask, suddenly worried about him. It sounded like something was hurting him.
“Yeah.”
“You weren’t injured, were you?”
“No. Of course not.” He’s rustling through the bag he brought with us, and then the pale light of a flashlight suddenly fills the room. “Just a little sore.”
“Sore from what?”
He gives me a narrow-eyed look in the faint light. “From life. I’m not as young as you are, you know.”
I surprise myself by giggling. “How old are you anyway? I know it’s kind of hard when you get up toward forty.”
He sucks in a breath. “I’m thirty-four.”
I giggle again but try to stifle it as we head outside so I can use the outhouse.
I feel better when we return to our tiny room and climb back into our tiny bed. It’s still the wee hours of the morning—far too early to consider getting up. I can sleep some more.
And maybe things won’t seem so bad tomorrow morning.
“You think they’re all right in the bunker?” I ask into the darkness after we’ve settled back into the bed.
“Yes. I think they’re fine. Better off than us for now.”
“But they don’t have provisions to be down there for a long time. We need to get rid of that Wolf Pack.”
“So we will. We’ll figure out something to do before they run out of food. They still have the hydroponic garden and the rest of our stock stuff. They’ve got plenty of time.”
“Okay. Good.”
“I’ll keep you safe until we can get back to them again.”
“I know you will.” I move against him. He feels even hotter and warmer than he was before. I like how his bare skin feels against mine. His chest hair brushes against my cheek. I kiss just beside his left nipple.
His hand was stroking my hair, but now it moves down to my back. He rubs in slow circles over my tank top before he moves even lower to cup the soft flesh between my bottom and the back of my thigh.
I trail a hand down to feel the front of his underwear. He’s starting to get hard. He gives a quick, ragged breath as I stroke him.
I try to think of something to say to make what’s happening seem normal, natural, but there’s nothing. I have no idea why I want to do this right now. I’m not even feeling all that sexy.
Just needy.
So needy.
And something in him can answer that need.
I stretch up to nuzzle at the crook of his neck. His thick bristles scratch my skin. His hand is getting more presumptuous. It’s playing at the edges of my panties.
“Grant, please,” I breathe when he only teases. I’m squirming. Can’t seem to help it.
