Page 38 of Leave Me Behind
“I’m sorry, what? You want my seed inside you?”
For the love of God.Why do my eyes loll and my core tighten when he says that?
“Yes,please. I want your seed inside me, Bones. Please.”
He laughs and thrusts a few more times before he moans deeply and holds himself against me. I come moments after and ride the waves with him. His hips jerk lightly with each throbbing release of his semen inside me. The heat and pulsing of it steals all my focus, my swollen walls greedily taking every last drop he leaks inside of me.
“Fuck, it feels like you’re milking my cock for come,” he says on a shaky breath and I can feel his trembling hands as he sets them on my back to separate us. The swelling of my walls holds him tightly, and the friction that follows as he slowly pulls himself out has both of us gritting our teeth.
The second his body is apart from mine I collapse to the ground, too weak to do anything but breathe and watch him through hazy eyes.
Everything is wet. My knees, my hands, my face, my thighs.
He looks around and seems to come to the same conclusion. But he looks too tired to do anything about it. His body falls beside mine, his black hair slicked to his forehead with sweat. Bradshaw stares into my eyes.
“That was… holy shit,” he finally says after a few seconds.
I just stare back at him, trying to figure out how I can hate him but feel such immense emotion for him at the same time. I see a broken shell of a man. I see someone who’s been cast away from the world and thrown away like me.
He searches my expression for something but doesn’t find what he’s looking for, I assume by the pinch in his brows.
“We should get cleaned up. You’ve got come and blood all over you.” He rises lazily and when he tries to help me up the world spins.
Spins. Until everything is black.
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Bradshaw
Bunny’s headbobs peacefully against my shoulder as I carry her down to the stream near the base. We bathe here during the day so I’m confident no one will be here this late.
It was a miracle no one heard what transpired inside that tent. It smells entirely of sex and blood in there and I’ll be spending the rest of the night cleaning up.
It was worth it.
My eyes leave the dark dirt path ahead and focus down on Bunny’s long lashes. She’s out cold.I didn’t think I wasthatrough with her.She certainly seemed to enjoy herself though.
A grin lifts the corner of my mouth.
The mountain is quiet tonight and for the first time in years, the silence is reciprocated in my mind. I’m exhausted. From fucking the daylights out of my comrade and from trying to figure out why I seem to be so infatuated with her.
I stop at the water’s edge and gently set her down.
She stirs and blinks drowsily at me. Panic flashes across her face when she realizes we’re no longer in the tent.
“Where are we?” She sits up slowly, wincing in pain. I feel a bit sorry for it, though I don’t voice it.
“We need to get cleaned up. We look like carnage right now and I’m sure you’re… sore.” I try to put it delicately because my ire for her has been properly extinguished for the night. I’m mildly disturbed with the idea that I actually want to be gentle with her right now.
Her brows pull together but she doesn’t argue with me. She tries to stand but her legs are still unsteady. I dip in and catch her before she can tilt and fall on her ass.
A sharp breath escapes her lips. Our noses are lined up and for a few moments we just stare into each other’s eyes. Her irises are a sunset brown. I could stare into them forever and bathe in the peace she brings me. The scar over the ridge of her jaw makes me yearn to know the story behind it, to share sweet nothings while we lie together and fall asleep. I want to hold her and banish my loneliness.
But I know we can’t do that. I don’t even know why I want to.
I dismiss the thoughts.
