Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (8 page)

"They’re already dying," Alex said, her voice
lowered in some private shame. Licking over her lips, she forced
herself to continue eating past the point of comfort. "If I can
just get something to help them hold on while I find more...
something that can get it started..."

Without another word Grent stood up, the tall broad man reaching
out, pushing the baskets of food from her and taking her hand,
tugging her up with him. "Don’t worry about that," he
said, "someone will eat it once we go."

"Oh... good," she sighed with some relief as she was
tugged up, "Where are we going?" she murmured up to him,
taking out her redemption chip for her gun.

He didn’t go to the front door as she suspected, however,
with her in tow he took her to a door at the back wall nearby, that
led to a stairwell. Heading up it he kept her close at hand answering
her at last as they reached the end of the first flight by pressing
her between the wall and him. Despite his size and strength, it
didn't seem threatening, and he left open an avenue for her to pull
away. All the same, he kept a hand on her arm and looked down at her,
his wide eyes a bit lidded, "Gonna take you to my room" he
husked out.

Her eyes widened, more at his words than his posture, though she
took a quick glance around regardless before resting back upon his
face. She felt suddenly very small against him, though she realized
it could be advantageous if she had to get away. Tucking her chip
back in her pocket, her arms folded beneath her generous bust.

"Why?" she drawled out, holding onto the syllable like a
toddler.

Sliding his hand up from her arm he released her and merely
stroked his large hand over her shoulder and up to her long, blonde
hair. He rested his other arm against the wall up over her, leaning
his head against it as he openly admired her, "I’ve got
more to tell you, but really because I want to be alone with you and
see where that takes us." His heavy set features were relaxed,
and he stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, "You’re
beautiful, perfect in fact, and I might be able to help you."

She didn’t shy away from his hands and felt that familiar
pulse begin to quicken between her legs. She had nearly forgotten it,
but it was back with the same intensity and desire. Still, before she
completely lost herself to the haze, she murmured, "I’ve
never... before..." She didn’t entirely know why she was
compelled to lie, but Jarago’s words rang between her ears.

Selling it cheap her ass.

Grent’s eyes widened, another rare moment of surprise and
vulnerability on the large man, and Alex tried not to smile at
herself. Looking over the nineteen year old, the older man paused,
though didn’t retreat in any way. He spoke to her quietly, his
deep, rasping voice gentle, "We don’t have to do anything.
If I can help you or not, I’ll do it regardless if you come up
with me, or if we end up having sex or not," and the man,
surprised as he was by her persuasive lie, sounded very genuine. His
posture relaxed, became even less intimidating, and he widened her
avenue to slip away.

She smiled, her face downcast for a moment before her head tilted
towards where he was leading her, "Let’s talk where we’re
not going to be stumbled across, huh?" she said softly. It was
almost as though she were coddling the older man.

With a nod he led the way again, this time without taking her by
the arm. Coming to the top of the stairs he unlocked a door and
revealed to her a sizable room. Within it were a couple heavy bags
loaded with travel goods, and by the wall a sizable automatic rifle
of an old make, but obviously heavily reinforced and improved. He
held open the door and gestured inside, the large bed flanked by a
pair of comfortable chairs at a small table suitable for card
playing.

She stood to the side of the door, just inside his room, and
looked at him in a manner that seemed so demure and unbefitting the
young woman. "Thanks," she smiled, the look touching her
eyes, "For the wine and food and help, I mean."

Her slender fingers ran the length of her hairline, pushing some
behind her ear and tracing it slightly. Her tongue ran along her lips
and even though it seemed so natural, it was still so sexual.

The older man watched her motions with rapt attention, his
intelligent mind mulling over something about her as he moved to shut
the door. "You mind?" he asked, getting her permission
before he closed the outside world off.

Stepping around her it was obvious the man was taken in, and he
gestured towards the seats as he leaned in beside her, looking down
upon her much shorter form. "Was worth it for the good company
alone," he said lowly, reaching a hand up again lightly touching
her chin with his strong grasp.

Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment at his touch, her lips
curving before she took a small step away. "You don’t get
a lot of company?" she asked, though her voice seemed so much
quieter now that they were away from the crowd.

It was obvious the large man wanted her, but since her ‘admission’
in the stairwell he was treading lightly. Seeing her step away from
his touch he slowly walked over to the two seats, paused before
reaching to the liquor cabinet there, thinking better of tempting the
young woman with more alcohol, and sat himself down.

He shook his head, "And that’s the way I like it,
typically. Not many people interest me," he confessed.

She smiled, shimmying herself into the free chair, sitting rather
comfortably while crossing her legs. "You... said you’d
help me? How?" As she asked so innocuously, her thumb drew along
the inside of her thigh, trying to subtly draw his attention to her
body.

It didn’t take much, for despite his gentleness with her
since that fake confession, he didn’t hide the fact he was very
attracted to her. His broad chest swelled out beneath his thin white
shirt, even able to see through to his areola and stiff nipples.
"I’ve got a job tomorrow," he said to her, brows
furrowed a bit. "I suspect the town leader is gonna ask me to
take on the Viles somehow." Folding his hands over his lap he
watched her, letting his amber gaze slip down her form, "If I
take it, then that’ll change the situation here. For you to
take advantage."

He was something that Jarago was not – trustworthy. Honest.
She was suddenly feeling very dirty for having thrown it away to the
first man she’d met outside her bunker walls. "So what am
I supposed to do?" she asked. Her finger found one of her blonde
waves again, pushing it off her shoulder and exposing the line of her
bra underneath her light t-shirt. She smelled so clean, the lingering
scent of the bath still strong on her.

The older man didn’t look like the brightest, with his broad
features, good looks and thick muscle, but he wasn’t dim. A bit
surprised by her reaction he said, "Once the problem is handled,
then they’ll open trade again. And you’ll be able to
barter for what you need," he explained, licking his lips as his
eyes slid down to her bust.

She sighed, as if she was hoping for something more, and she
leaned back in the chair. "Oh. Yea, but still need something to
trade," she murmured remorsefully, though she caught his eyes
moving over her and couldn’t help but smile. "Still, it’s
a start."

As stoic as ever, he said, "One thing at a time." She
could see his thick chest rise and fall so heavily, his breathing
having increased from arousal as he watched her, "When I get
back from the mission, then I could help you with that part too,"
he stated firmly.

"Yea?" she asked, hope edging into her words. She was
getting excited and her body was rewarding him with the way her legs
parted slightly. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her thighs
as she stared at him, "I’m no freeloader, you know."

Uncrossing his own arms he inadvertently left exposed the sizable
swelling in the groin of his own pants, his time with the youthful
beauty having gotten to him quite a lot it seemed. "I’ll
do my best to work out something for you. And if it means I have to
do you more favours than you’d like," he shrugged a bit,
"we’ll cross that when we come to it, Alex."

Her eyes dipped and her legs squeezed shut as if to silence her
own throbbing body. She stood, shifting herself instead to the arm
rest as though she were being casual, though in reality it was to
feel some pressure betwixt her legs. "I guess it’s not
often to meet nice people out here, huh?"

Watching her, the muscular Grent’s brow furrowed a bit, and
it made a scar there–previously near invisible–stand out.
"No you don’t," he responded, and licked his lips.
"But is it all that nice of me when I want to get to know you
and spend more time with you?" He shrugged his broad shoulders
and shifted in his spot, the usually unmovable man needing his own
adjustments it seemed, "Still a bit of selfishness there."

"I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,"
she smiled, though it looked more like a feral grin. He could see
her, the way her hips just rocked so slightly as her eyes traced over
his face and down his body, her lips bit in. She had been surprised
by how easy it was to get him to back off, but the distance had done
nothing but excite her further. He was so handsome, and strong. He
was perfect for her, and shame made her blush. Why’d she lie to
him?

The shifting of her hips and the way she ground against the arm
rest did not go unnoticed by him, and Grent sat forward on the edge
of his own seat. Reaching out he placed a hand back on her knee and
thigh, "I’ll do what I can anyhow," he began, "but
stay the night, here. I’ll even sleep on the seats if you don’t
feel comfortable." He shrugged his broad shoulders, "Either
way, you were robbed and you need a place to rest. Then in the
morning I’ll meet with the town leader, and let you know how it
sounds."

Leaning forwards near her, the seasoned mercenary had lust written
on his face, and looked nearly ready to burst. Only his long
experience and a youth left behind could’ve given him such
restraint, "It gets tiresome not having a special someone after
a while," he added in a quiet husk.

"I’m not special," she laughed, but her legs had
spread wider with the press of his hand. She was already homesick,
and he reminded her of her sweet, safe friend. The one who was
depending on her, and the one who was likely worried to death over
her mission. The one she’d thought about becoming more with,
but had always shied away from.

The one she’d return to soon, with food and goods in tow,
and all thanks to this man. Grent.

His massive hand rubbed higher up her thigh, his thumb pressing in
along the inner side as he watched her. "I think you are,"
he said simply, then got up from his place on the edge of his seat.
The broad man bent over and leaned towards her, his lips moving in
until he was hovered but a couple inches from her own. "We don’t
have to do anything. But I’d like to," he said.

She felt her heart quicken and she nodded, "Yea," she
murmured. Fuck she wanted to. Even though it had only been a day, her
body had a new craving that wouldn’t shut up, especially not
around him and his strong form. She wanted to feel him pressed
against her, his weight pinning her as his mouth–

A moan escaped her as her imagination wandered, and with the heat
of his body so near to her, she squirmed.

Grent took that as his cue, and the mighty man closed the gap, his
head tilted as those full lips of his met hers. With one hand upon
her thigh, the other coming up to rest on her bicep, he kissed her
deeply, his tongue probing into her mouth and him returning her groan
with a deep, chest-rumbling one of his own. His slick tongue, so much
bigger than hers, felt out her mouth, and his hand squeezed and
rubbed her inner thigh.

She wanted him. The way her body responded, her thighs wrapping
around his legs as she tried to quiet the desire that pulsed through
her. Her mouth was so hungry for his, and her lips worked hard
against him. When finally she was able to breath, she pushed his
chest away slightly, her breath hard.

"Lay back on the bed," she purred.

Looking surprised by her eagerness, having bought into her
innocent act too deeply it seemed, he licked his lips, tasting her
there as he retracted and lay back upon the mattress. As large as he
was, the bed groaned and creaked beneath him, but he rested back on
his palms, then his elbows, watching her intently, that wide handsome
face of his framed by his strawberry-blonde hair.

She moved to the foot of the bed before crawling up between his
legs. She knew she’d regret it, but there was something within
her egging her on, trying to coax the fire between her thighs to new
heights. She’d spent most of the day horny and wanting, and yet
as her hands brushed against his package, her eyes focused on his,
she felt so in control.

It was an especially intoxicating feeling, for this large handsome
man who was so commanding, cool and collected before, now seemed like
putty in her hands. She could see the impressive bulge of his cock
pressing through his old military style pants, her fingers feeling
its heat even through the thick canvas material. It swelled to her
touch, giving a large push back with the automatic response.

Watching her so intently, with that same steady gaze, he reached
out and stroked her blonde hair. It wasn’t the condescending
sort of petting Jarago gave her though. It was something more tender
and appreciative, despite the man’s larger size and apparent
gruffness.

The smile that softened her face matched his touch. Friendly,
affable and appreciative, she shifted up nearer to him and moved her
fingers to the button of his pants. She didn’t want to toy and
tease this man, though she did enjoy his sweet touch. She just wanted
to see him enjoy her body and her skill.