Authors: Kylie Scott
“That bastard,” said the man she might have been in love with but sure as hell didn’t want to be anywhere near just then. “Nah, that felt fan-fucking-tastic.”
Cue much guffawing and description of brain splatter. Ah, but they were witty tools. She kept her face calm, slack and made a list in her head of her favorite books, in alphabetical order by author surname. When Nick shot her a look she ignored him. Atwood, Austen, Bronte, Byatt … who else?
Justin smirked. “If I had to hear about his poor wife and kids back home one more time I was going to do it myself.”
Nick was just playing a part. She had to trust him. He didn’t mean it. They were going to get out of this and all would be awesome. It would.
She sat beside him on a battered old yellow lounge, his big hand curved over her knee. The army rations from dinner churned in her belly. If she could make it through the night without puking, she’d be doing well. Everything about this nauseated her. Evil emanated off these two as badly as their BO. Only Nick’s presence held them back for now, but that wouldn’t last. Pete and Justin had taken him aside for a word earlier. She didn’t even want to know what had been said. Well, she did, but she didn’t. Lecherous Neil from school looked like child’s play compared to these two. The air of menace in the dingy little lounge room was as palpable as the heat from the blazing fire, singeing the ceiling.
Her gun stayed tucked in her belt. Her back ached where it dug into her spine, but no way would she remove it.
“Time for bed, hey?” Nick gave her knee a squeeze and stood.
“What, already?” Pete said, then leered at her with a grin a hundred dentists couldn’t have helped. “Can’t say I blame ya.”
“See you in the morning, boys.” Nick winked and led her toward one of the bedrooms. The one furthest from where the bodies had been found.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Justin croaked around a cloud of smoke and passed the joint back his friend.
Nick chuckled.
Her shoulders crept higher and higher.
The door clicked shut behind them and he set the torch on the floor. There was a dingy old double bed and a motorbike, laid out in parts on a layer of newspapers to protect the carpet. Considering it had been worn bare, she couldn’t see the point. Nick grabbed the chair from in front of a desk and jammed it under the door handle, checking it twice.
“They’ve given me tonight to talk you around. I’ve got a plan.” He touched her arm and she skipped back a step.
“Ros.”
“Just … give me a minute here.”
“No. Listen to me.” He reached for her and she reacted without thought. The flat of her palm smacked into his cheek. Her hand stung. Nick just stared at her.
“Shit,” she whispered.
He looked every bit as stunned as she felt. He blinked at her again and again. His cheek was dark in the low light. Fuck, she’d actually hit him.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Then he really grabbed her. His hands wrapped around her upper arms and he pulled her in tight against him. Her breasts were mashed up against his chest and his mouth covered hers in a brutally hard kiss. One hand squeezed her ass while the other held the back of her neck. He wasn’t gentle. But neither was she. Fear and anger fueled them both.
He fucked her mouth with his tongue. There was no other word for it. Fingers dug into her, holding her against him. She bit at him, or tried to. So mad, nothing made sense. The things he’d said, the words were a jumble in her head. She just wanted to hurt him. The way he’d talked about other women made her bloodthirsty. If she could have, she’d have crawled beneath his skin and done him damage from the inside out.
She tore at the button on his jeans, the zip, shoved the denim down over his hips. Her fingernails scratched at his hips and flat stomach. Beneath his hot skin, his muscles flinched. He groaned into her mouth.
Fuck yes, she wanted to mark him. Needed to.
When she slid her hand into his boxers and pressed her fingernails into the shaft of his cock, however, he stopped her quick smart. He grunted, grabbed her wrist and spun her, pushing her onto her stomach, onto the mattress. The air rushed out of her with an
oomph
. Her feet barely touched the ground. The spare reading glasses in her shirt pocket pressed into her. His hands dug beneath her, undoing her jeans and tearing them down her legs. They shackled her knees. He threw her gun onto the mattress beside her, but she didn’t want to shoot him. Beat at him with her hands though, yes. She tried to get up and fight back, but she couldn’t. Strong hands pulled her back until she was half standing, bent over the bed with her legs spread.
Without a word he shoved his cock into her, driving her forward onto the mattress.
Oh, shit. She wasn’t ready. Pain tripped through her and a high, hurt noise escaped her.
Suddenly his arms were around her, drawing her back against him. His breath warmed her neck. She kept her hands flat on the mattress as her sex ached around the hard length of him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Fuck, Ros. I’m so sorry.”
One of his big hands joined hers on the bed. Fingers stroked her where they were joined. Teasing and appeasing her. Soft touches over the lips of her sex, her thighs and her belly. He moved restlessly over her body while his lips pressed kisses to her neck. He licked at her earlobe and rubbed his nose against the soft skin beneath. The warmth of his bare pelvis and thighs pressed against her. His cock throbbed inside her, feeling so much bigger than he ever had before on account of her barely being wet.
“Roslyn. Please, talk to me.” His fingers brushed over her sex, sliding around her clit, making her soften for him. “Tell me to get out of you. If you tell me I will. I swear.”
“No, wait.”
“Sweetheart.” He sounded tortured. A lot like how she felt, mentally, physically, everything. Catching her breath seemed impossible. Her lungs were fried. Her body bruised.
“Keep touching me, Nick. Just …”
“Yes.”
He kissed and nibbled the nape of her neck, mumbling nonsense. How perfect she was. How beautiful. How he’d never let anyone hurt her. But he was the one who’d done the damage.
She still couldn’t resist him. His fingers felt so good. Whatever they did, she wanted more. Her sex wept for him and his cock shifted inside her. Ever so carefully, slowly, he drew back and his cock slid almost all the way out of her. She hated it, the emptiness, the loss of him. Her hips pressed back.
“Nick. Please.”
“Carefully,” he said, pushing back into her.
The pain changed, morphed into something akin to pleasure. The ache shifted to reside wholly behind her clit. But it should hurt. She wanted it to. Everything about this situation wounded her.
He pressed into her, filling her to overflowing, then retreating. The heat of his body left her back as he straightened to stand behind her. His hands stroked over her sides, her back, before coming to rest on her hips. He fucked her so sweetly she could have cried, face buried in the sleeping bags atop the bed.
Maybe, just a little, she did.
Pressure built inside her and his movements grew more ragged. The thrust and retreat of his cock inside her melted her down, made her liquid. If it weren’t for his grip on her she’d have fallen. Her knees would have given out. No matter how badly she wanted to stay with him.
His body bucked against hers and he came with a noise unlike anything she’d ever heard. A harsh exhale with gritted teeth, an agonized groan. Her body shook but she didn’t come. So close but she couldn’t. Her mind wouldn’t let go. So much was wrong.
Nick held her to him as he emptied inside her. There were no noises outside the room. Gently he rolled her over, climbed onto the mattress and pulled further up onto the bed with her pants hanging above her ankles. He’d already done his back up.
“Kiss me,” he said.
“W-we need to talk.”
He didn’t listen. His hand slid down over her stomach, slid in the wet mess between her legs. Firm lips covered hers, kissing over and over until she gave in. Of course she gave in. When it came to him she was hopeless.
Muscles low in her belly tensed as his finger teased her. Her hands fisted in his shirt and her legs opened wider, giving him access. So damn close. The aching pressure built to epic proportions. He kissed her till her head spun and her cunt clenched greedily at the finger he slid into her. He rubbed at some secret spot inside her and his thumb brushed over her clit, back and forth, and she came hard. His mouth covered hers, silencing her as it went on and on. Her body bowed beneath the pressure, every muscle drawn tight. Not a single thought remained in her head. The orgasm drained her completely. She lay lax on the bed as he pulled her pants up.
Nick dragged the sleeping bags out from beneath her, covered her.
Raucous laughter came from somewhere outside the door. It chilled the blood in her veins.
Nicked leant in closer. “Keep your shoes on. I want you ready to run.”
“What’s the plan?” she asked, not looking at him.
“We wait till they’re passed out, then you go out the window. Get in the pickup and get the hell out of here.” Nick stood up and motioned for her to do the same. He spread one of the waiting sleeping bags out across the mattress. “Take your shirt off. If they check in on us they’re going to expect to see you undressed.”
Her hands shook as she did so. Shook so bad he had to help her.
“The bra?” she asked.
“No. Leave that on,” he said, his gaze hard. “I don’t want them seeing any more of you than necessary. ”
He pulled off his shirt and turned off the light. They both lay down, a sleeping bag covering them, especially the tell-tale boots. He put his arm around her, drawing her closer to keep her warm. The temperature was cooler in the bedroom, away from the heat of the fire. Now that her body was cooling she could feel the difference. But she’d never been happier to get away from people in her life.
“Talk to me, Ros.”
“And say what?” she asked.
He sighed, rested the side of his nose against her forehead, getting closer than she knew how to take just then. Pity she couldn’t bring herself to move away.
“I didn’t kill anyone who wasn’t bitten or a danger in some other way,” he said. “Some people lost it, couldn’t take the pressure. They put us all at risk. I don’t enjoy killing, but I won’t hesitate if it’s necessary.”
She swallowed hard. He was a soldier … had been a soldier. She knew this was part of his job but hearing him say it so coldly, so definitely—her little world trembled.
“What’s Blackstone? Who’s Emmet?” she asked.
“Blackstone is where you’re going to go. You get back on the Northern Highway and you’ll hit it. Okay? That’s where you go when you get out of here. Don’t hesitate.”
“Alright. And Emmet?”
He shifted slightly. “He was our leader. The highest-ranked asshole left after everything went to shit. He wanted women and he was prepared to kill to get them.”
“Bet your friends out there loved him. What did you think of him?”
He didn’t answer for a while. “I wanted him dead. I just didn’t do it.”
“Why?”
“He killed anyone who stood up to him. But I think … I think I was so used to being told what to do, it was almost second nature. I like to think I would have shot him before he hurt an innocent, but honestly, I don’t know. I didn’t even know why the fuck I was still alive back then. What I was supposed to do with myself. And everyone seemed to agree with him.” He made a noise, soft and bitter. “But they were just planning when to take him out. They didn’t trust me to help. I wouldn’t have trusted me either, if I was them. I was a fucking mess. Drinking much more than I should have. Taking all sorts of shit.”
“And the women Pete talked about?”
“Were willing. Always.”
“And did you treat them badly? Because that’s how it sounded.”
Another deep sigh and his chest brushed against her through the thin fabric layer of her bra. “I wasn’t always as respectful as I should have been, no. But I’ve never raised my hand to a woman, I swear.”
At least he didn’t make excuses. That was something. He had no need, because apparently she was prepared to make them for him.
His fingers stroked her hair, the nape of her neck. “I wish I could tell you I’ve always tried to do the right thing. But I can’t,” he said, his voice so very soft. His lips brushed against her temple. “I did what was easy and I did what I wanted. Other people didn’t factor into it for me. I’m sorry. I know you deserve better.”
She said nothing.
“I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”
“I’m scared,” she admitted.
“I know.” He huffed out a breath, held her tighter.
They lay in silence for what felt like hours. Her mind wouldn’t quiet. All the things he’d said rolled around and around.
At some stage she heard footsteps outside. Seemed Pete and Justin were doing some guard duty. Mostly likely focused on keeping her in rather than the zombies out. Nick rubbed her back, mumbled some nonsense. Everything wasn’t going to be okay but she didn’t see the point in contradicting him. She got as close to him as physically possible and hung onto his arm. Sometimes acting brave was overrated.
Terror wore her out. She must have fallen asleep eventually, because Nick shook her awake. It was silent outside, in the lounge and in the outside world. Tension lined his face. He looked so serious, somber. But the big tell was the way he avoided her eyes. She’d never seen Nick afraid before. Not like this. It terrified her.
Nick put a finger to his lips, motioned her off the bed. Carefully, quietly, she moved. The shushing noises of the sleeping bag were like shouts. The squeaking of the bedsprings sounded like screams. He handed over her shirt and pulled back the curtain. The window screeched like a wounded cat as he slid it open. Kookaburras laughed somewhere off in the bush. The fence-line was clear. The sun had only just started to rise; stars still flickered overhead. Her heart pounded.
He slipped the pickup keys into her jeans pocket, helped her onto the window ledge.
“You drive straight through the gate and you do it fast. The pickup will break the lock fine. Up the highway until Blackstone. The tank is full. Don’t stop if you can help it,” he said, his voice low and rough. “There’s a gun and ammunition in the glovebox. More in the storage chest on the back. You use them to buy your way in if you have to.”