Henry and I decided to go check out the pantry in the cafeteria. We were surprised to see that it was fully stocked. Some of it was unusable, unless we channeled our inner colonist. There were hundreds of cans of soups, fruits, vegetables, and meats, and crazy amounts of prepackaged snack foods, juice boxes, and water. I almost felt bad taking it over, but we were in a time of eat or be eaten. I chose to eat.
Henry said he believed that the people from the area must have figured that they were coming back. Either that, or they didn’t have the ability to take the supplies with them. Whatever happened, I was pleased with our find.
I grabbed a couple packages of snacks and water, and headed out to see Claire. She needed some nourishment. Henry, Nick, and Thomas went off to find locks and chains for all the outside doors.
I knocked on her door. “Claire? Are you up? I have snacks for you.”
“Come in,” her voice weakly called from behind the door. I opened it, and she was only in one of Nick’s t-shirts. “Sorry, the pants were getting to me and I wanted something baggy on for a change. I’d go naked, but I don’t want anyone to walk in on me.” She smiled. I had to chuckle over it. I’d known Claire for many years, and walking around naked would be one of the last things she would do.
“That’s fine. You do as you need.” I helped her get situated with the mats and her linens. Finally, she sat down on her new bed and leaned up against the wall. She sighed.
“Finally, someplace I can rest comfortably. Let me just say that being pregnant during an apocalypse sucks…hardcore. Hovering was not working for me, and now that we have a real bathroom, I’m ecstatic. But we still need an abundance of water to flush the toilet. I have to pee, like, nine hundred times a day.” I handed her the bottle of water and the snacks that I thought she would like. She leaned back against the wall and rubbed her expanding belly.
“I’m sorry that you don’t feel well,” I said as I sat down in one of the random chairs in the room.
“I feel awful. Like, really awful. I have headaches, and all this swelling.” She looked down at her ballooned feet and legs. Something didn’t seem right. She was off. Then she tipped her head back with a wince.
“You alright?” I started to get up.
“Just stretching pains. They suck. My entire area is achy. She’s wreaking havoc on my body, the little booger.” She let out a soft smile.
“She?”
“Yeah. We think the baby is a girl.”
“Oh, I hope so! Then we can even up with the boys!” We both laughed and chatted while we ate. Afterwards, I decided to leave her be for a while so she could get that much needed rest.
I headed into the room Henry picked out for us. It was just across the hall, and a few doors down. I loved that each room was equipped with a tiny loo, as Henry called it.
He was stacking desks and chairs to clear out an area for us to put a bed together. I watched him work. He was so efficient. Every movement was calculated and pre-determined. It was kind of sad, actually, but that was how he was. There was no letting go or just casually doing something. It was always going to the max, and with much precision.
“Hey, hot stuff.” He turned around and smiled at me while he straightened out the bedding on the stack of mats. “All of the doors taken care of?”
“Yeah. We found chains and key locks in the maintenance room. Plus, we will lock our room doors as we rest. It’s not a perfect way to keep everyone out but, for the most part, I think we’ll be fine.” I knew what he was implying, but I didn’t want to think about it.
“Good.” I smiled back at him with that look. The one that meant I needed him right then. He knew the look, and took a few quick long strides to stand in front of me. He took my breath away. Then he slammed his mouth down on mine, grabbing my hands and wrapping them around his neck.
“I want you so desperately.” He ground his hips into mine. I felt him right away. “I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking your brains out since outside earlier. You prove to be quite a distraction for me, my love.”
“I like the sound of that…fucking my brains out.” I smiled, and he stole another hard kiss from me. He groaned as our hips rubbed together. He released me for a second.
“You like the sound of that?”
“Yeah.”
“Mmm…,” he moaned. He dove in for another kiss, but he scooped me up at the same time and carried me over to our new bed. When he laid me down, I could see that he was fully ready for me. In haste, I yanked off his shirt. His body wasn’t as trim and fit as it used to be, from his lack of proper exercise and drinking to excess, but he still looked hot to me.
I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down on the bed. I ran my hands down his chest, followed by my tongue, which caused him to moan deep in his core. I made it to his belt, making quick work of it. I slid down his cargos and exposed all of him, thick and heavy. I felt a little empowered, since he was naked and I was still fully clothed.
I ran my tongue up his inner thigh, and he groaned with pleasure. He was becoming unhinged and we hadn’t even got to the good stuff yet. I slowly made my way up, nipping and kissing, and then I ran my tongue up his shaft.
“Oh, fuck, love…,” he rasped. I worked my way around, kissing, sucking, and licking him. He was panting and moaning nonstop.
It had been so long since we had been able to properly be together. On the road, when he wasn’t passed out or when I wasn’t ready to beat him down for his drinking, we would try to grab a quickie when the others were resting. But it just wasn’t the same.
I loved pleasing my Henry. I looked up at him, and he was watching my every movement. I licked my lips and he had a wicked grin. “See something you like?”
“I’d like to see more of it.” He put his hands behind his head, and watched me as I stood up and did a little strip tease for him.
He watched contently, a wild fire burning in his eyes. He always made me feel good about myself. Even if I didn’t have a perfect body, he made me feel like I did.
“Christ, love, you are so fucking hot. Come here…now,” he growled at me. I sauntered my way over. “Hurry up! Don’t make me come and get you.” Once I was within reach, he grabbed my arms and pulled me down on top of him. He kissed me with a ferocious desire. “I’m going to make you come…a lot.”
“Is that a threat, or a promise?” I asked, full of the devil.
“Both. You ready?”
I nodded and smirked. “Silly question, Mr. Daniels.”
He flipped me over and started kissing me around my ear. He trailed gentle kisses down my jawline, and nipped at my lips with a soft growl.
“I love what this mouth does to me. You have no idea how good that felt.” I blushed. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was amazing, and I hope you do that to me more.”
I had kept my oral sex offerings to a minimum. To be honest, the only experience that I had with it was with him. I never knew if I was doing it right, or if it was exactly how he wanted it. Before me, I’m sure he had a lot of experience in the receiving department.
He ran his tongue down my neck, kissing my collarbone as he made his way down to my nonexistent cleavage, which seemed to be getting smaller and smaller by the day. He grabbed one breast with one hand and dove into the other, wrapping his mouth around my nipple. He went to work, pulling, tugging, pinching, nipping, sucking, and licking. I was getting close, just from all of the intense attention on my chest. He ran his hand down my abdomen, reaching the most desired point. He slowly slid a couple fingers into my begging body.
“Bloody hell, you’re so wet. I need a taste.” He pulled his fingers out and gave them a lick. “Mmm…so sweet.” He quickly slid down to my lower half, and gave me the kind of tongue lashing that made me cry out in pleasure. I reached my peak in seconds. My entire body was rocked from it. He pulled himself up to my face.
“How was that?” I was still shaking.
“Oh god, Henry…amazing.” I couldn’t speak above a whisper. He smugly grinn
ed at me, going back down again. He started kissing and nipping my inner thighs. Then he dragged his tongue back up to my soaked core. He groaned as he kissed me there. I was at his mercy. I had no control over my body, and my legs fell open for him. I was limp and already exhausted from his assault.
He massaged my little nub while he dipped his tongue in and out. I shattered again under his attention. I heard him groan again and let out a soft chuckle. I opened my eyes and he was up near my face again.
“How was that?” Did he have to ask? Could he not tell?
“I need you,” I moaned. I wanted him in me. I wanted to feel him in my deepest parts. I was aching for him.
“You want this?” He grabbed my hand and made me stroke him. He breathed out a moan as I slid my hand up and down his soft, silky skin. “Jesus Christ…,” he whispered.
I decided he needed more attention. I pushed him over onto the bed, and I went in for the kill. He let out a loud gasp. He could barely stand it. I hadn’t seen him that sexually undone in such a long time. He propped himself up on his elbows. His jaw was slacked open and his head was tilted back. Then he grabbed a hold of my head and made me stop.
“Keep it up, and it will be your loss.” He prowled forward as I leaned back. He settled himself between my thighs and began teasing me with his tip. I was desperate to have him in me. I tried pushing him in. He chuckled a little.
“How bad, love?” he asked with grit.
“Oh, god…so bad,” I moaned as I struggled to grab at him.
“Tell me how bad,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck my brains out.”
“That’s my girl. As you wish…” He thrust himself into me, and the sound that escaped his throat was pure ecstasy. He was pounding into me, hard and fast, just the way I needed it. His passion was pure and evident.
My body began to quake beneath him. I was so fucking close. I grabbed his hips and held him firmly in place. I cried out as my core grabbed onto him and held him tight. He bucked his hips into me a few more hard times, pushing us across the mat and slamming into the wall. He went silent and stiff when he emptied himself into me. He let out a significant groan, and then went limp on top of me.
There was nothing better than having his sexually fatigued body melt over me. After a few minutes of trying to calm his breathing down, he looked up at me and kissed me on the lips.
“Good?” he asked, with a prideful grin.
“Oh, my god. Good doesn’t even cover it. Not even close. I can’t even think of a word to describe it because you abso-fucking-lutely fucked my brains out.” He laughed and rolled off of me. Henry stood up from our newly christened “bed”, and headed toward the pile of our personal belongings. I knew what he was doing, and my heart sank.
I became upset and anger coursed through my veins. As he turned back around, he had a bottle to his lips. He took a long pull as he walked back toward me. My eyes burned with angry tears. I rolled over so I couldn’t see him. We just had the most amazing session of lovemaking, and he was ruining it by getting shitfaced. He sat down beside me, and pulled the covers up over his lower half.
“Elaina…”
“Don’t,” I bit at him.
“I’m sorry. I promise you I will stop. I just need time.”
“Whatever, Henry,” I mumbled, and he sighed. I heard him swallow again. Fucking asshole. I was so pissed that I could have decked him.
“Love…”
“Just leave it!” I snipped at him. He got up out of bed, and I listened to him dress.
“I’m going to go explore the building,” he muttered as he walked out the door with the bottle in his hand.
“Thanks for ruining it, asshole,” I grumbled. I knew he wouldn’t hear me, but I felt the need to say it anyway.
Once again, we had only connected through sex.
Chapter 45
H
enry walked out of the room, cursing himself. With heavy feet, he trudged down to the cafeteria. Nick was in there playing his guitar so he decided to settle down and kick back, instead of aimlessly wandering throughout the building, trying to rid his mind of the situation his relationship was in. He knew he had fucked it all up, and he wanted to drown himself in the bottle of whiskey that he was holding.
Once Nick realized that he had an audience of one, he stopped playing. “Don’t stop on account of me. I was enjoying it.” Henry tipped back the bottle.
Nick looked past him to the door. “Where’s Elaina?” he asked with mild curiosity.
“Resting. She’s pissed at me.”
“Why now?” Henry held up the bottle, and Nick acknowledged the game of charades.
“How’s Claire feeling?”
“She is exhausted and worried and, frankly, I am, too. She’s worried something is going to happen to the baby.” Nick set down his guitar and scrubbed his face. He leaned up to the table, supporting his weight with his elbows.
“Well, with a place to rest for a while, I’m sure she will start feeling better.”
“That’s what I keep telling her. She is just… I don’t know.” His voice trailed off. Henry could hear the worry in it.
“I understand. Just have to take it one day at a time.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Henry settled back into his chair and drank some more, propping his gore-covered boots up on another chair. He held up the bottle to Nick. He looked up, and stared at it for a minute.
Then Nick grabbed the bottle and took a long pull. The two men sat, silently sharing the bottle for a while, until Thomas wandered in. He had found a couple decks of cards in the teacher’s desk that was in his room. They all played a few games, and sipped from the whiskey bottle as the night began to settle in.
Henry, Nick, and Thomas were wrecked by the time Elaina and Claire walked into the cafeteria.
***
Someone knocked. “Hold on!” I madly tried to dress. All I needed was Thomas or Nick to see me naked.
“It’s just me!” Claire shouted from the hall. I ended up just grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around myself as I headed for the door.
“Hey…,” I said, standing in the doorway.
“Hey. Can I come in?” I opened the door all the way for her.
“How are you feeling?” She didn’t look any better.
“Okay, I guess. The usual. Hungry and bitchy. I thought I would come and see if you wanted to venture out to the cafeteria with me.”
“Yeah, sure. I just need to get dressed. I can’t go in my nice clothes.” I posed, and she smirked at me.
“Had some hot sex, did we?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
“Yeah,” I said, uneventfully. She furrowed her perfect ginger brows at me. I had always told her how amazing Henry was, and how he could bring me over the edge with such finesse, but she must have thought otherwise this time. So I added, “It was amazing, like usual. He really focused on me, getting me there a few times like he always does.” Was that too much information? She smirked and nodded with approval. Maybe not.
Then I sighed. I saw the “here it comes” look on her face. “Right afterward, he jumped up and grabbed a bottle, sucking it down. It made me so fucking angry, it hurt.”
“Oh,” was all she could muster.
“Yeah. It was like he let go, then hopped up, grabbed the bottle, and sat back down with me, like I was just going to cuddle up with him and Jack…or whatever the fuck he’s drinking.” Claire turned around as I dressed. “He said he’ll quit. I have half a mind to dump every last bit of it.”
“You should,” she muttered.
“I don’t know if I can. He needs it. He would be sick without it. I have dumped some when he hasn’t been looking before, but he keeps finding more.”
“He has to detox at some point, hon.”
“He does, for sure. I’ll have to think about it.”
We continued to chat about Henry’s drinking, while we headed out the door to go to the cafeteria. “I can tell you one thing. Nick i
s sick of it, as well. I’ve had to talk him out of kicking his ass on more than a few occasions. He said he sees what it’s doing to you and how much it upsets you. Plus it stresses him out, a lot. He feels like he has to do the work for two.” I hung my head. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “You’ll get through this, and you will get him through this. I know it.”
“I hope so. I can’t take much more of this insanity.” We made it to the door of the cafeteria, only to have my anger hit the boiling point in a snap. My fists clenched at my sides, and I’m quite sure that I had steam coming out of my ears.
Henry and Nick were drunk as hell. It looked like Thomas was, as well. They were laughing and carrying on like they were at a local hang out. Nick was trying to teach Henry how to play the guitar. Thomas was just sitting there, laughing so hard that he was in tears.
“Oh, dear Lord,” whispered Claire. She was far too motherfucking polite. I was going to put all the bullshit to rest once and for all.
“Henry!” I yelled. They all whipped around, nearly falling out of their chairs. I was going to eat him alive. I stormed in, and he stood up…barely. All three of them chuckled as he stumbled over the chair. I didn’t find him funny in the least.
“Hey, love…,” he slurred, then grinned at me like a drunken fool. I hauled off and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back, tripping over that same chair, and then his eyes went dark and hollow as he stood up. His fists and jaw were clenched.
“What the fuck was that for?!” he barked out.
“You are drunk! And so are they! What are we going to do if we get invaded in the middle of the night?! I expected it from you, Henry! But you,” I pointed at Nick, “and you?!” I pointed at Thomas. I couldn’t believe they allowed him to drink. He was far too young to indulge.
“I jus’ had a few sips,” Thomas said as he pushed the bottle toward the middle of the table. A few sips, my ass. His eyelids were drooping.
“Do not touch another bottle, Thomas! You are too young!” Then I refocused my fury on Henry. “Are you shitting me right now?! Are you fucking for real?!”
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