Page 56 of Once Upon an Apocalypse

“Fuck, Lori. You are so wet.” Amos’ eyes roll into the back of his head as I coat every inch of his dick with my wetness. He lets go, placing his arms behind his head so I can guide him inside me with my hands. The most intoxicating sound escapes his throat as I push myself down his entire length. “Fuck.”

“Does that mean I win? Do you concede defeat?” I knew that would set him off, the competitive soldier I know him to be waking up to play.

“Never,” Amos whispers. He grabs my hips, pushing me down until there is no end to where our bodies join. Then he flips us over, taking back the power. “How will you get out of this one, my Copperhead?”

“I won’t. I’m right where I want to be.” I smile up into his golden eyes, which are aflame with desire. His hands spread my thighs wider as he positions himself over my supine body and begins pounding into me. Pain and pleasure thread my skin together, reminding me how alive I am. I didn’t know how much I yearned to feel.

Amos’ thrusts become erratic as he gets close to his release. I focus on him. His face. The sweat dripping down his shoulders. The line of his muscles as they contract with every thrust. The sound of his flesh pounding against mine. Every beat of our love making brings me closer to my own release and I relish every delicious second of it.

With one more thrust deep inside me, we lose ourselves in the pleasure of our joined bodies. As Amos collapses onto the bed, he moves me safely out of the way, then lays me on top of his damp chest. Minutes pass as we catch our breath and bring our minds back to the present. Back to reality.

“I hope I didn’t make too much noise,” I say, now realizing how being loud can get us killed.

A soft chuckle tickles the top of my head. “I wanted to make you scream louder.”

The thrilling trickle crawling up my spine isn’t dread this time, it’s excitement. A satisfying fulfillment washes over me as Amos snuggles me closer to him. I thought I knew what love is with Jonah. But this? This is different. Maybe it’s love. It’s also a mutual relationship filled with need and want.

I used to think Amos saw me as an obligation. It tore at me to think I was a burden. This torn and broken woman in need of a safe haven. Amos has become more than the man who saved my life. He brought me home and gave me a place to find the person I am meant to be. Though I’m still on that journey, I know I’m walking the right path. The lightness in my chest brings me peace I never thought I would see again.

“When we get back to The Valley,” Amos whispers against my hair. “Would you like to move into one of the couples’ housing dorms?”

“Couples’ housing?” I repeat. I remember my mom talking about the different housing options on campus. Most of the dorms are for single people, mainly the younger ones without a family. The houses on campus are for families—young, growing families and those who survived the outbreak together. I hadn’t heard about the couple’s housing though.

Amos clears his throat. “One of the dorm buildings is meant for couples on campus. We’d share a room together. It’s nothing serious, but will give us a chance to see where this goes. We’d also have more privacy than in the quad dorm. If you want.”

“Is that whatyouwant, Amos?” My heart pounds loudly in my chest as my nerves stop working for a moment.

“Yes. But only if you want to.” Amos speaks so quickly I can tell he’s losing his nerves too.

I roll out of his embrace, kneeling over him as I take his face in between my hands and kiss his soft lips. “I would like to try that.”

Amos’ arms encircle my waist and he sits up to deepen the kiss. When I feel his dick nudging my thigh, I gasp in delight and straddle myself around his hips. I slide down his length effortlessly, as if my body was made for him. We make love slowly this time, savoring each morsel of pleasure we give to each other.

In the morning, I roll out of bed feeling pleasantly sore in all the right spots, as if my body refused to repair itself after a night of lovemaking. Beside me, Amos groans in frustration, not ready to start the new day. He grabs for me, but I swat his hand away.

“We need to get going, take advantage of the light.”

Grabbing the bag Anna packed with extra clothes, I make my way to the bathroom to clean up a bit. After pulling my clothes on, Amos slides in to get ready for the day but doesn’t let me leave until I give him a kiss. A generous one that leaves me winded. Before heading downstairs, I grab the other bags filled with weapons, food, and water.

A few minutes later, Amos finds me in the living room at the front of the house. He looks at me with a hunger that has me ready for another round or five.

“Stop it. Don’t look at me like that. We have to go,” I say, not at all convincing.

“Just one more time. I’ll make it quick.” Amos suddenly has me locked in his arms.

“What makes you think I want you to make it quick?” I say darkly, locking his golden eyes to mine.

His mouth is on me, licking and sucking every inch of exposed flesh until I give in, melting in his arms. I don’t realize until a moment too late that someone has kicked open the door to our temporary sanctuary. Amos and I were too lost in the moment to react. By the time we catch our bearings and reach for our weapons, five men surround us.

Chapter 36

ThePraetorianGuardfoundus. How stupid I was to think we would be safe here. That Doctore’s men had already moved on. These guys must have stayed behind to make sure all the survivors were snuffed out. But I refuse to go out this way. I lunge for the man closest to me, snapping his neck before the others can stop me.

Amos joins me a moment later, fighting the four remaining men. But our efforts are for naught. Within minutes, we are overpowered. A tall man with bleach-blonde hair and a crooked nose grabs me from behind, pressing a knife to my throat. Amos roars in anger, throwing one more punch before he’s subdued by the three other men. Still, he fights, trying to loosen himself from their grasp to get to me.

“Let her go!” he shouts.

“Nah, I don’t think so. It’s been a while since I had a good lay. I think I’ll try this one out.” The bleach-blonde man says with a cockney accent. An accent I recognize. Georgie. One of the guards who used to escort me to the Colosseum. He doesn’t seem to recognize me.

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