“Oh yes, and I don’t want to wait any longer.” She dashed up to the porch. “So let’s go.”
Maddox followed. Yes, they had lots to discuss, but right now, he needed to feel her under him. Fuck her like she was his. Make her his.
She pushed at the door and it jolted open. Not even locked. She ran inside.
He stepped over the threshold and turned to look out the doorway. No sign of anyone, not Verity, not Sentinels. No one. The tall grasses concealed the scootcycle, so no one would even know they were in the house. For the moment, they were safe.
“Up here…” Allana called.
He turned to look up the stairwell. She stood at the top, completely naked in the half-light. He growled and slammed the door shut, flipping the deadbolt.
She laughed and held up a square packet. “I’m ready this time. If you are.” She dashed into the nearest room.
He raced up the stairs, wondering how he’d gotten so caught up with her in just a couple days. So much that he’d turned on Verity. No, Verity had turned on them. And she’d flipped his world upside down in more ways than one.
He peeked into the room. Light from the window illuminated the small bedroom. Allana lay sprawled across the bed on her stomach, her bare ass tipped up at the right angle…
On her in seconds, his clothes shed in record time, he lay over her back, his dick resting in the crevice of her ass. She pushed back against him and he leaned in and kissed the nape of her neck. He rolled off and stroked her back, softly. No reason to rush. They had all night.
Hopefully many nights.
“That feels so good,” she said.
“I want you,” he murmured. “So badly.”
“Even after I lied to you?” She sat up and looked him in the eye. “I didn’t want to lie, but I had to. For the job. For Verity.”
“I know.” He scooted closer, his dick pointing at the ceiling. “I understand.”
She rubbed his arm, her breasts sweeping across him. “Can you ever forgive me? I’m so sorry.”
“Already done.” He spun her to face him.
“They have the information I got.” She sighed. “They’ll use it to take over the city.”
“What was in the files?”
“I don’t know. I dumped all the data I could. But I’m guessing everything the Confessor needed to keep a tight grip on the city is on the microdisk I turned over to them.”
“Verity will be hard to stop.”
“But we’ve got to try.” She pushed her hair behind her ears. “Don’t we?”
“We do.” He nodded. “For Meera, and everyone like her. And for us. For all the city residents. But not tonight.”
“Not tonight.”
“Tonight, I’m ready for you to keep your promise.”
She smiled. “I’m ready and willing.”
He pulled her to him, the warmth of her skin sending shivers through his body. He kissed her, gently at first then more strongly as he moved his hands up and down her back, reveling in the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her curves. He squeezed her hips.
She moaned and he laid her back on the bed. God, she was beautiful.
“Are you ready?” He opened the packet and rolled on the condom.
“You’d think Verity would have made a better condom.” She giggled.
“Well, it disintegrates within two weeks.”
“We’re going to run out.” She laughed.
“Don’t worry about it now.”
She nodded and held her arms out to him. He lay over her, positioning his dick at her entrance and pushing in slowly.
She opened to him with a gasp and he moved deeper. So hot. So wet.
“Maddox, that feels so good.”
He couldn’t respond with his mouth, so he moved his hips, making love to her. When she put her legs up over his shoulders, he growled and moved faster. Her whimpering told him she was close to release and he reached between them to rub her clit. A few strokes and she was coming, hard.
He followed, closing his eyes and riding the passion as he felt her unravel beneath him. He wanted her with him forever, and he realized he’d do anything to make that a reality.
No matter what it took.
* * * *
AFTER EXPLORING THE HOUSE, Maddox was reassured it was a safe place to spend the night as long as they locked everything up before they went to sleep. Still no sign of anyone in the town. They could use the biolumen lights in his pack, but would need to cover the windows so no one would see the light—in the unlikely event anyone happened by. He leaned against the counter in the old kitchen. Whoever had owned the house had most likely planned to return. The Confessor had made all sorts of promises to get people to comply. Everything was put away and stored in good shape. The food in the pantry was way past expiration, but a small garden in the backyard had grown wild and contained a few vegetables they could harvest.
“Maddox come out here,” Allana called from the porch. “You’ve got to see this.”
He headed out to join her. When he pushed the screen door open, she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him outside. “Look!” She pointed up.
He craned his neck to look up and around at the millions of stars bright against the night sky.
“Have you ever seen such a thing?” She slid her hand into his. “I’d only read about so many stars. I don’t know if I ever really believed there were so many. Beautiful!”
“Yeah, we were lucky to see a handful all season in the city.”
She squeezed his hand. “It’s like a new world out here, almost enough to make me believe that we have a chance to escape and start a new life. And one day we’ll take on Verity.”
Maddox squeezed her shoulders. “We do have a chance. A good one. We’ll live out here beyond the city’s perimeter, and hope that Verity has better things to do than come looking for us. When they least expect it, we’ll take them on.”
“Sounds like the adventure of a lifetime.”
“It is.” He hugged her to him. Our adventure.
“And we’ll be together?”
“Always.”
“Good.” She sighed against him. “So, is this how it was…before?”
“Before what?”
“Before the rain. Did the people get to see stars every night?”
“Definitely. And they made wishes on them.”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “Really?”
“Yeah. People wished on stars.”
“Let’s do it!”
“Well usually, they wished on the first one they saw in the night sky.” He brushed a wisp of hair away from her face.
“We can wish. It’s the first time we’ve seen a sky full.”
“True. What will you wish for?”
She closed her eyes. “I’m not telling.”
He laughed and closed his eyes. “Me either.” I wish for a long and happy life with Allana.
“Do you think we’ll make it out here alone, so far from the city and from Verity?” She put her arms around his neck.
“Yes, we will.” Maddox looked down at her. “And we aren’t alone. We have each other.”
He bent his head and leaned into the first kiss they’d ever had under a starry sky.
THE END
About the Author
Kerry Adrienne
Repped by Marisa Corvisiero, Kerry writes in many genres including science fiction, fantasy, paranormal, m/m, erotic romance, and more. In her spare time, she homeschools, is a part-time college instructor, editor, and dabbles in most things creative. You can usually find her posting cat pictures on Facebook and Twitter when she’s not working.
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Other Books by Kerry:
Waking the Bear: Broken Cha
ins Book 1
Wolf and the Butterfly
Artist’s Touch:
Sculptor’s Desire:
Cruise Control:
Beautiful One:
Auld Lang Syne:
Box of 1Night Stands: 17 Sizzling Nights:
Even at the end of the world, no prison can hold these wild boys!
Wild Boys
by
C. Margery Kempe
Dedication
For Patti, punk godmother
Acknowledgements
Thanks to all the DD gals on this crazy ride, especially Louisa Bacio, and to Tamara, Kim and all at Irksome Rebel for bringing it all together.
A Note from the Author
I chose Wild Boys because I love the crazy Russell Mulcahey video for the song with its mash up of William Burroughs' apocalyptic novel, inexplicable torture and cheesy 80s flash. I started writing for a site called The Girl's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse before post-apocalyptic narratives became all the rage, and even wrote a zombie country song for the anthology The Girl at the End of the World. I really didn't think of choosing any other song. I love the idea of all these punk boys locked up together at the end of the world. They'd have to cooperate or die — and a couple of them just might fall in love.
~C. Margery Kempe
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DIGGER LOOKED UP at the August moon— he knew it was August, because it was forty-five days since the world had changed. He had kept the days straight since The Collapse just because he was already in the habit of writing things down in his journal. Not a diary! Girls kept diaries, but he had seen the explorer, Captain Scott’s own journal, and it was impressive. His dad said there was none braver than Scott and his men in the Antarctic. People only knew about them because of his journal of the adventure.
Not that he expected to be any kind of hero, but these were extraordinary days. Wouldn’t the end of the world be worth remembering? There wasn’t anybody but Digger to record this adventure. It might be that nobody would ever read it if this really were the end. Nevertheless, he kept up the habit, if only to give him something to do on the lonely nights when he curled up on his bunk waiting for sleep. He’d gone around scrounging as many pens and pencils as he could find, discarded by the other boys who had no use for them. Only Glen had any substantial number. He was eagerly bookish and they had struck up a kind of nodding acquaintance on that.
Through the metallic slats of the exhaust vent the moon looked tantalizing enough. People used to think it was made of cheese. The thought of gooey melty cheese on toast made him lick his lips, but he shoved the thought away. No need to torture himself after all. Since The Collapse there was no cheese to be found and they had to learn to do without it.
Besides, he had a better reason to be up here. He was the only one of them small enough to wriggle through the air vents with ease. Mostly, he cursed himself being so small for his age, but he liked to come up here when he knew Joey was coming along.
He looked down through the other vent into the communal shower room. This was one of the best locations with air from outside and a view inside. Not that long ago, the room had always been filled with laughter and catcalls and steam and glorious sprays of hot water that they all refused to admit to missing. Not that a boy didn’t mind getting a stink on. Too much washing seemed stupid and conventional. The guards made them shower in the morning and in the evening every single day. They all hated it then. They were rebels now, so no one washed at all. It was a badge of honor.
But he dreamed daily of the pounding pleasure of a steamy shower—or even now and then of a hot bath with bubbles—at least when he wasn’t dreaming of Joey. Digger put his eye up to the grate that looked down into the showers. He could hear voices.
Joey walked in with that cocky step he had, dragging DD along with him. That one wasn’t too eager. Joey just looked bored, but Digger knew better. His gaze caressed Joey’s golden form even though he knew every bit of him like a prayer book. Despite the lack of bathing, he remained a golden god, his ragged blond hair chopped into a kind of animal shape that framed his startlingly blue eyes with a kind of furry charm. Some of the boys made fun of his plump lips when he first arrived, but his fists soon put an end to that. He was fit, not in a muscle-bound kind of way like Johnny, his brother (or so they said, Digger wasn’t sure he believed that, but there was some link between them). No, Joey was more like a professional athlete, a footballer or tennis player.
Johnny looked and acted like a rugby player: thick-necked, bulging thighs and eternally aggressive. He intimidated everyone because he seemed far more dangerous. The two together had a kind of magic. After The Collapse, they kept the survivors in check and calmed them once the initial panic and confusion had passed. Natural leaders they were. Nerves were raw as the rumors rippled through the reformatory. No one believed it could really happen. Then they all saw the smoke from the fire on the younger side of the lockup, and watched the guards slam the doors shut behind them as they ran off to fight the flames—but they never returned. The boys adjusted to the new way and most of them never thought any further about it. As far as anyone could tell, they were the only ones alive, so they made the best of it.
Joey was the very best of it as far as Digger was concerned, even if Joey never even noticed Digger was alive. He lived in Digger’s journal, in his drawings, in his imagination. Mostly, he had to get his kicks by watching from this hiding place like a perv. But it would do for now.
Joey shoved DD down and said something Digger couldn't quite catch. It didn’t matter, he knew what was coming. He’d seen the scenario before. DD whined a little, but dutifully reached up to unbutton Joey’s trousers. Digger knew he would. He’d do anything to get access to the stash that Joey maintained. The boys traded all kinds of things, whatever they had in abundance, whatever anybody else wanted. Joey had the last of the drugs and DD had a bad habit. It was just a transaction. One DD had probably performed plenty of times on the outside too.
Digger would have been glad to do it for nothing. He unzipped himself quietly, trusting the sound would not carry down below. Doubtless the grid on the vent would leave marks on his face as he leaned against it. He didn’t care. The sight mesmerized him as DD slipped Joey’s trousers down his strong thighs, leaving that too-white arse tensed before his gaze.
DD closed his eyes and took Joey’s cock in his mouth. He wasn’t even hard yet. Digger thought about how he’d want to rouse him first, tease his cock with his tongue a little and fondle his balls. He’d want to bite those cheeks, too. His own cock already curved tautly in his hand as he stroked it slowly, imagining himself in DD’s place.
Joey wouldn’t look impassive and bored if he were working that pole. DD just bobbed back and forth mechanically, not even thinking about Joey’s reactions, which were slower than they might be. Who could look at DD and feel all sexy anyway? He was a mass of spots and his hair badly cut in that straight-across-the-eyes buzz. His pale flesh looked snake-like in the moonlight. Digger imagined it would feel as cold as damp metal. He shuddered a little.
Joey leaned back with a slight groan. Digger let his gaze rove over the golden cream of his limbs. Even in their enclosed world, he made sure to get some sunlight, going up to the roof lookout often enough to keep away the basement-dweller sheen of fungus-like white. It cast a pall on them all. Even Glen, whose tawny skin gleamed like the polished surface of the guvnor’s wooden desk, his arms interlaced by even blacker tattoos like some mad graffiti, now looked as if his flesh had greyed steadily as the days went by. They were probably all needing vitamin D.
Joey’s own hands roamed across his chest as if he would have gladly embraced someone more worthy. At least Digger wanted to imagine that’s what he was thinking. He brought his own hand up to his narrow chest, while the other worked away at his stiff cock. DD was moving too fast, and Joey reached down with one hand to grab his hair and slow the movements a little. Clearly, DD was impatient to get it over with, but Joey wanted to prolong the f
eeling. Joey tried to imagine kissing those lips and looking into his blue eyes. He stuck out his tongue and let the tip touch his own top lip, visualizing Joey doing it. Would he be sweet sometimes? He was mostly rough with DD, but then you would be, wouldn’t you?
Digger pinched his own nipple with one hand and let his thumb rotate around the tip of his mushroom head. What would it be like to have Joey go down on him? How deep would he take him? The image gave him a jolt that was almost electric. He let go of his cock, afraid the thoughts would betray him too soon. He didn’t want to come before Joey did.
It looked as if Joey were not quite ready yet, but he was getting impatient. He lifted DD up by his hair and the sulky boy whined in vain. Joey turned him around so DD had to throw out his hands against the dull white shower tiles.
“Ah, come on, Joey. I wasn’t ready for that,” DD complained as Joey grabbed hold of his track suit bottoms and pulled them down without waiting. His voice echoed around the room, making it seem even larger.
“You too sore from Sid’s abusing you?” Joey asked. Digger loved his voice. It didn’t have any of the rough edges of his own hokey accent. Plus, it was melodious like those announcers on the radio that always sounded like they never said a wrong thing in their lives or got upset about anything.
“Could have at least brought some butter or something,” DD muttered, but didn’t move away from his position on the wall.
“You want to waste precious resources on this?” Joey said, spitting on his fingers to smear on DD’s crack. “Better to use renewable resources, as the board would recommend.” He took his cock in hand and guided it to DD’s puckered hole.
Digger licked his lips again, wishing it were him leaning there. He wouldn’t complain. He dreamed most nights of Joey stuffing his cock inside him, feeling the power of his desire pierce him deep. His breath came more raggedly now as his fist pumped up and down his shaft in sync with his hero as Joey pounded DD’s arse. He tried to time it exactly. He knew Joey’s actions so well by now that it was a piece of cake. He was slowing now that it was really close and as Digger expected, sped up just as Joey began to shake and then roar with pleasure. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
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