He didn’t seem like he wanted to recoil or escape, though. He blinked for a moment, then drew her down to him for a gentle kiss. “I love you,” he said, trapping her face between his hands. “So much is fucking hurts sometimes.”
“I don’t want to distract you. I know-”
“Shh,” he said, pressing a finger to her lips and chuckling. “I don’t want to think about anything that ain’t in this room right this minute, and I don’t want you to either, got it?”
She nodded. Then she reached behind her and found his erection with her fingertips. “This is in the room right this minute,” she said.
He nodded slowly. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, then with a sheepish grin, “But I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself if I get on top of you right now.”
“Okay,” she said, understanding that he wanted her to take control for the moment. Another thing the old Lia would never do. Take control. Take charge. She lifted herself over his thick and iron-hard member. She slid against his hot shaft, feeling it against her slick folds, and she gasped. Her desire became a flame so bright, it blinded her to anything but him. She couldn’t deny her need to have him inside her any longer.
“Slow,” he said as she positioned the tip of his cock against her entrance and eased herself onto it. She’d gotten to know it up close and personal once, but it felt even bigger when pressing inside her, stretching her wide open as she lowered herself down. Her virgin barrier - the part of her that had earned her a place on the minister’s farm, that had dictated her value to him and his family for so long - finally tore. No regret at all. I’m not theirs anymore. I belong with Call. He watched her face with a rapt expression. The sharp sting made her flinch, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as she’d been taught. “You okay?”
“Yes,” she hissed, lowering herself further, and further still, taking him all the way inside her an inch at a time. The pain was a distant thing. She could deal with pain; it was no stranger to her. The pleasure, though, made her gasp and pause before finally settling back against him.
“There you go, baby,” he murmured, his hands rubbing her back soothingly.
She couldn’t resist taking a look between them - his entire length had disappear inside her. The sight was more erotic than anything she’d seen. God, this feels so… right. He filled her in a way she’d never experienced before. She rolled her hips experimentally, grinding against him.
He groaned. “So fucking beautiful,” he said, “And so tight.” He gripped her hips tight and thrust up into her then, unable to resist. It sent a spike of pure pleasure down her spine. Slowly at first, he slid in and out of her as her walls gripped him tight. He guided their rhythm with steady hands on her hips, drawing her upwards, then down, as she stared into his eyes.
What was I so afraid of? It didn’t really hurt; it didn’t feel sinful or wrong. She’d told him that she loved him with her words, but now she could show him with their body as they joined, as they became one.
She wiggled and moaned, all eager hunger now, needing more, more. He teased her with slow, shallow thrusts, holding her hips in place and pushing up into her until suddenly, finally, he moved deeper and harder. She moaned an animal sound she’d never heard herself make before.
The world spun as he rolled them, putting her on her back, resting his full weight on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close as he paused, his hardness poised just at her entrance, breathing hard. Her whole body buzzed as she waited; she pressed herself upwards at him, trying to urge him on, and his eyelids fluttered.
He started again with deep, fluid strokes, grinding against her as he filled her over and over. He found just the right spots, making her toes curl and her lips part as she breathed with him. Little by little she felt pieces of herself crumbling away as she gave herself to him. He wore a small smile as she lost herself completely, as he pushed her closer to the edge, slowly but surely.
Her back arched as he gave her just a little more; a little faster, a little harder, breathing louder, in increments that she herself could not measure, but her body could. He gave her her orgasm like a gift. It crashed over her, swirled through her with a hurricane force, breaking every last boundary between them as her clenching walls dragged him with her, as they lost sight and awareness of anything else in the world but each other. Like one heaving, trembling organism, they gave themselves over to the overwhelming sensations they’d created together.
It took several long, steadying breaths for her to come back to the earth and back to the little apartment. Call hovered heavy-lidded above her, head hanging as he recovered. Her heart swelled for him again, as it seemed to do every time she saw him now, hell, every time she thought about him.
A tear leaked from the corner of her eye, making him grin down at her. He brushed it away with his thumb. “You okay?”
“That was really intense,” she breathed. “Wow.” He rolled onto his side with a groan, finally freeing his softening member from her heat and letting the cooler air of the room wash over them. She sighed with relief.
“I don’t ever want to leave here,” he said, tracing her jaw with his thumb.
“Don’t,” she said, smiling, “We’ll barricade ourselves in. Let them try to break down the doors.”
“I wish. It sounds perfect.” He rolled onto his back as he lost himself in his thoughts again.
“Hey,” she said, propping herself up on his chest. “What did you say to me before? Don’t think about anything that ain’t in this room right this minute, right?”
He chuckled. “I did say that.”
“Well that rule applies for the rest of the night. I’m here. And I love you. And everything else can wait for the morning.”
He groaned. “That means I’m gonna have to fuck you again.”
She laughed as he flipped her back over onto her back and attacked her neck with his mouth. “Must you be so crass?”
“Caress. Taste. Ravage.” He lowered himself and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her breast. “Mark. Pleasure. Devour.”
“Mmm. I think I like all those words.”
He looked up at her with more life in his eyes than she’d seen in weeks. “Cherish,” he said, tracing a line between the valley of her breasts, down to her navel. “Love.”
“Yes, Call,” she sighed as the fires within her reignited. He grew hard for her once more, pressing against her thigh. “Make love to me again.” She could have thought about how lucky they were and how grateful they ought to be to have each other for any nights at all. She could have considered how the odds of their survival plummeted every day. Or about how they might not have a chance like this again for a long time.
But she pushed those thoughts away. They’d set the rules for the night and she was determined to see them followed. As he slid inside her, as they moved together and found a slow rhythm that would take them where they needed to go with no rushing, no racing, she didn’t think that forgetting the outside for a time would be a problem at all.
Not for the first time, Call looked back at her over his shoulder. She offered a reassuring grin from the front seat of the jeep. Not that the president of the Devil’s Ashes needed anyone’s approval or was unsure of himself in the least. He just needed to know she was there, as she’d promised she would be. Always. He revved his engine. The caravan’s afternoon rest was over. It was time to hit the road once more.
Abandoning the compound had been hard; leading his people into the unknown ever harder. His men scouted ahead - cleared some roads, steered them away from others. Sheedy led a second caravan on a separate route. In the end they were just too large of a group to travel without attracting unwanted attention for miles around them. As it was, split only in two, they were still too many. But this way, if one was attacked the other still had a chance at survival.
They had a vague goal far to the southwest. It was the best they could manage in their urgent rush to leave. Lia peered over her shoulder as she acce
lerated, concerned as always for the greenery in her backseat. She had half the pots; half the plants they would use to pick up where they left off. The rest traveled with May and the second group.
“That man’s tougher than hell,” Sunny said from the passenger seat, resting her feet up on the dashboard. “I wouldn’t be surprised if every last person on this road makes it all the way to the end of this trip. He won’t let anyone go. I could be bleeding out from a gut wound and he’ll just say, “cut that out,” and the wound’ll close itself and I’ll get right back in the car.”
“Must you babble every minute of the day?”
“I must!” she giggled, spreading her arms to the sky. Then, more solemnly, “Think the minister’s still back there?”
He and his girls hadn’t taken off as they’d threatened. Mostly, Lia assumed, because they hadn’t been allowed to have their guns back yet. She would happily drive them to a spot far away and drop them off herself, leaving the guns at their feet and putting them behind her forever. They are behind me, she reminded herself. They were just ghosts to her now - following, watching, but insubstantial. Unable to touch her. Still, she’d prefer not to be haunted at all.
“Did you know Preacher’s a registered officiant?” Sunny asked, nudging her with her elbow.
Lia scoffed. “Registered where?” Law and government were nonexistent - at least in their area, and every place they’d been to so far.
“Spiritually!” She nudged her again. “Come one, you’ve seen their funerals. Imagine how much fun a biker wedding party would be.”
“That just absurd, Sunny. You can’t get married when civilization is dead.”
“Sure you can, you say some pretty words, make out, everyone gets drunk, bam. Married.”
Lia couldn’t help but laugh. The sound disappeared beneath the loud roar of the biker’s engines, but it was almost as if Call could hear her - she spotted him smiling in his side mirror. They were already spiritually bound as far as she was concerned. They didn’t need any law or ceremony or pretty words or parties.
On the other hand, who didn’t like a party? “I’ll think about it,” Lia said, “Can we please worry about getting to a new settlement first?”
“Oh yeah,” Sunny said, “You and Call do that. Meanwhile I’m gonna start collecting flowers, and I know a girl who’s pretty good with a needle, I’ll bet we can cobble together a pretty nice looking dress, and I’ll talk to Preacher about drafting up some paperwork…”
Lia shook her head as the girl prattled on. Maybe it wasn’t the craziest idea. Maybe a pleasant distraction would help carry them through. Call was definitely smiling back at her through his mirror now. Wait… was this his idea? She rolled her eyes and shook her head, exaggerating so she was sure he’d see.
The man threw back his head with a knowing cackle, revved his engine and sped on ahead, the wind blowing his wavy hair in every direction. If anyone could appreciate a little absurdity, it was him, laughing in the face of the unknown paths ahead. She stepped on the gas and followed.
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