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When he climbs back under the covers and presses his arm against mine, I wonder if I’ve been entirely wrong about this guy the whole time. That makes me feel even more dread than ever.
No. Just because he did one nice thing doesn’t mean he’s suddenly a nice guy. There are so many horror stories floating around about him. He’s violent, full of hatred, treats women like objects… the list goes on. In fact, I’ve never heard anybody say a single positive thing about him.
But then, I could say the same about myself. Who am I to be judge and juror?
“You really think all life is precious?” Nash asks softly, his voice a whisper in the cool air.
“Yeah. I do.”
The movie starts off strong, with some good zombie-eating-human-face action. I don’t enjoy gore, but zombie gore is awesome.
We’re fifteen minutes in when a woman shoots a soldier zombie in the face.
Nok leans in and whispers, “Where’d you learn how to shoot?” I love how I came to his mind in this moment.
Licking my lips, I pop a kernel between them and then grin in the darkness. “The Walking Dead TV show.”
He chuckles, a whispered sound that comes with the most handsome smile I have ever seen from anyone.
I drop my leg that’s closest to him and mutter an apology when it lands on his hand. His hand that’s under the covers for some reason.
I tense when he places the popcorn on my lap between the crook of my other thigh and my stomach. His hand goes back under the covers and grasps my skirt. I shiver and my breathing stops as he pulls it away from my hip.
His eyes stay on the screen, so do mine. His hand however… it starts to trail a light path, using the tips of his fingers over the soft skin of the outside of my thigh.
When I look at him, he brings his other finger to his lips, telling me to shush.
I do as I’m told for the first time in my life. Too invested in the tingles that are coiling from my thigh to my core. I stuff more popcorn into my mouth, trying to act natural.
He grips my thigh with his entire hand, massaging up and down, careful to not manipulate the blanket so Nash doesn’t see. Poor Nash… but I’m too wired to feel bad.
I hold my breath when he drags his hand up until he’s covering my sex. I almost jump out of the fucking truck bed.
Dear Satan… fuck.
But then he goes back to my thigh again, digging his fingers in as I shift my other leg to make a hollow space over his hand with the blanket so nobody can see his movements.
He does it over and over, going up and over my panties and then back down my thigh, teasing every inch of flesh that he can reach while barely whispering the tips of his fingers over my heated sex.
I spread my leg outward, giving him permission. I no longer know what’s going on with the movie. I don’t care. This feels amazing. I’ve never been touched like this. I’ve never felt like this.
My clit is throbbing, my core pulsing, I’m soaked between my thighs. He’s not going there though. He just keeps breezing over it, rubbing my leg softly and that’s it… nothing more.
I want to cry. I’m writhing inside with need.
I feel Nash shift to my right and Nok stills until he’s satisfied Nash isn’t paying attention.
“Hold still,” Nok whispers in my ear and flicks his tongue at my lobe which is a mini fucking orgasm in itself. His fingers pull my panties to the side and his head thuds back against the truck when he slides one into the wetness. I hear him mutter something in his own language and wish I could repeat it because it sounded perfect for the moment.
He rolls my clit, rubs it with two fingers. Burning starts to rage through me. An inferno that’s making it near impossible to sit still consumes me.
I whimper and shift in my seat but immediately stop when Nash looks at me and asks a quiet, “You okay?”
I nod but dare not speak.
Nok touches my ear again with his tongue. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
His fingers keep rolling, getting a little bit quicker, just enough to give me a nudge closer to the edge. It is getting so hard to sit still. Impossible even. Yet I manage it, until he pushes a slick finger into me. His head thuds again when I clench down on his finger, squeezing him as tightly as I said I would when we were under the tree.
I unravel. My orgasm crashes through my body. My sex pulses and grips his middle finger in waves. I stop breathing which only seems to make it more intense.
