Page 81 of Uprising

Maverick is at my side in a heartbeat, grabbing my arms to steady me back on my feet. His brows pull down in a deep V, eyes flashing with anger and lust. I can’t tell if he wants to fuck me or punish me, but I will gladly take either of those options.

“Absolutely fucking not. You are not going out there looking like this. You look like some two-dollar prostitute right now.” He scoffs, grabbing a hold of my wrist and pulling me back towards the RV.

“Uh, dude, that’s kind of the point, remember?” Noah's voice rings through the air, causing Mav to stop in his tracks and turn back towards him, giving him his bestfuck youglare. “Listen here, buddy—don’t give me that look. Trust me, I’m very much aware that you could literally squish me like a little bug. But Mallory is a big girl and well—well, plus it was her decision?—”

“I don’t give a fuck what she decided! She’s not doing it, and that’s final.” Maverick wags his finger in Noah’s face, grinding out each word at him. Noah shrinks back for a moment, and then steels his shoulders and puts his hands on his hips before glaring back at Maverick with vengeance.

“Yes, the fuck she is, you caveman! She’s the only one who can get us through those gates, and you know it! No offense, Rue,” Noah glances over at Rue before he continues, “your face, well, resting bitch face won’t work. And since it’s always stuck like that, they won’t fall for the act.”

“None taken.” Rue shrugs her shoulders as she leans back against Ghost, his arms wrapping around her.

“Mav, Mallory will be fine. All she has to do is flirt with them, not fuck them.” Ghost says with a smirk on his face.

I walk over to Maverick, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. He twists in my arms, hugging me to his chest, his head tipping down, sniffing my hair to ground himself.

“Maverick, I know you’re worried, but everything will be fine, okay? You know just as well as everyone else that I am the only one who can do this. I mean, look at me; blonde hair, blue eyes, and big tits. I am literally a man's walking wet dream.” That statement makes Maverick crack a smile and huff out a laugh. “How about I promise you that after all this is said and done, you can punish meandfuck me? You can use my body as your own personal sex doll, and I will just lie there and take it?” I smirk up at him watching as his eyes transform from anger to lust in a nanosecond. I can see the wheels turning in his head as he mulls over my offering before he lets out a heaving sigh, tilting his forehead against my own.

“Fine, I’ll let you do this, but I’m going to complain the whole time.” He says with a chuckle. “And you better brace yourself, because when I’m done with you later, you are going to be walking funny for days.” He growls out, then crashes his lips to mine in a kiss so intense it has my toes curling in my heels.

“Fucking gross, get a room!” Rue shouts from behind us, humor lacing her words, while Noah and Ghost burst out laughing. None of it does anything to deter Maverick while he grabs my ass and lifts me up in his arms. His large hands shielding anyone from catching a glimpse of what’s his as my legs wrap around his waist. He carries me back towards the RV, slamming through the open door and up the stairs, mumbling something about giving me a taste of my punishment to come.

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“So that’sthe man I have to flirt with? Like, are you serious? Please tell me you’re kidding.” I say with a giggle. “God, this is going to be easier than we all thought.” I stare down the lanky man standing by the gate. He’s about Noah’s height with curly brown hair and brown eyes that let his nervousness shine through. His hands tremble where they grasp the rifle in his hands. “Hey Noah, is that your long-lost cousin?” He smacks me upside the head with a huff and shakes his head in annoyance.

“Don’t be such a dumbass.” Noah hisses beside me, trying not to give away our hiding spot from behind the bush. We glance back farther behind us, meeting the various expressions of our friends scattered behind the trees. They motion for us to get a move on, making me roll my eyes. “Go, Mallory, we don’t have all day!” Noah pushes me out from behind the bush, and I sashay towards the guard.

“Hey, handsome!” I say when I get just a few feet away. He startles and swings the gun towards me, adjusting his stance. “Woah! Please don’t shoot; I’m not a zombie, see?” I sweep my arms over me and twirl around for him to get a good look at my body.

“Who are you and what are you doing out here?” The man's voice shakes as he addresses me, and his hands continue to tremble around the rifle.

“Names Mally. I was with some friends and got separated when a group of zombies attacked. It was awful.” My eyes well up with fake tears, one trickling down my cheek as I let out a sniffle and take a tentative step towards him. “I ran as fast as I could in these dumb things,” I stick out my foot for added emphasis, “and found the fence. I walked around it until, well, until I found you, I suppose. I saw the people milling about inside and was hoping you could help me.” Stepping closer to the man, putting us at arm's length, he backs up flat against the fence.

“I-I don’t think I can h-help you.” He stutters out, his eyes sweeping up and down my body, making me braver. I slide my hand up and down his arm, goosebumps popping up over his skin exposed from his black shirt.

“What’s your name?” I ask with my best shy, flirty voice.

“Max.” That’s it. That’s all he says. You’d think this man had never talked to a woman before.

“Well,Max, you really are handsome…” I drift off, reaching my hand up to brush an unruly brown curl away from his forehead. “Do you have a girlfriend in there?” I point behind him through the fence.

“N-no, no girlfriend here.” My other hand drifts up to his chest, drumming my fingers against the fabric of his shirt.

“You know, Max, I’ve been so lonely.” Another tear escapes from my eye, and he watches as it trails down my cheek. “You're the first person I’ve seen in days.” I let out a broken sob and fall into his chest. He grabs me by the arms, cradling me against him, and I take a deep sniff of his shirt. The stench of week-old body odor meets my nose, and it's almost enough to make me gag.

“Don’t worry, everything is going to be okay, Mally.” His hand comes up and strokes my hair. I lean up away from him, backing myself against the fence and pulling him closer to me. My hands clutching at his T-shirt and giving him my famous doe-eyed look. The same look my daddy could never resist when I was younger.

“I don’t know how you don’t have a girlfriend, Max. You’re so handsome, and strong…” My hands drift down his chest towards his abdomen, feeling around for his non-existent abs. My fingers weave into the front loops of his pants and tug his hips closer to me. “If you can’t let me inside, then that’s okay, but can you at least keep me company?” My eyelashes flutter as I tilt my head back against the fence and lick my lips.

“U-uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His obvious nerves shine through like a virgin at a frat house party.

“Oh, come on, just for a little bit? I promise to make it worth your while.” My hands drift up, wrapping around his neck.

“Okay, I guess it will be f-fine. But just for a few m-minutes.” His cheeks turn bright red as his face tilts down towards mine, his lips puckering up like a fish and coming towards me at lightning-fast speed. Before I can even start to panic, Max is sprawled out on the ground at my feet, unconscious. Looking up, Maverick is standing there holding a tree branch, his expression murderous.

“Hey, you didn’t have to hit him that hard!” I pout and stomp my foot against the ground. Maverick tosses the branch aside and barrels towards me. “Oomph.” I let out a grunt as he pushes me up against the fence, his hand coming around my neck in a tight grip while his other one curls around the fence links above my head.

“He was touching what ismine. He deserved way worse than I gave him.” His possessiveness has me squeezing my thighs together and licking my lips. His eyes tracking my tongue's movement before his lips crash against my own in a brutal, claiming kiss.

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