Page 49 of The Player
“You have me,” I whispered, and instantly the tension in his body eased slightly, his muscles relaxing as he looked at me without the pure venom he’d had in his eyes only moments ago. “We have each other,” I went on. “I’m your respite, Will. Me.” I thumped my chest then took a breath. “And you’re mine.”
I could tell he was struggling. It was only natural. What we were going through wasn’t normal, and it’d take a robot not to react to this. He was always so strong, so ready to pull me from the brink. And now, I had to do the same for him.
The room was silent except for our panted breaths. Will’s eyes dipped, then spotting a bottle of water discarded on the floor with a little left inside, he reached down and grabbed it. He stalked past me over to the toilet area and I followed him.
Standing with his back to me, he leant over the toilet and used the water to wash the blood off his hands. Then, wiping his face over the arm of his sweatshirt, he tossed the bottle to the corner of the room and turned to look at me.
“I had blood on my hands before coming here,” he uttered quietly. “But I’ve never felt guilty, not like I do now.” He let his head fall forward again, his shoulders dropping as he whispered under his breath, “They’re not coming to save us, are they? It’s been too long. If they were gonna come here, they’d have done it by now.”
Going to him, I lifted his chin, forcing him to look at me.
“I think I need to remind you what you said to me not so long ago. If they don’t come, we’ll save ourselves. We’ve been doing a pretty good job of surviving so far.”
He let out a long, weary sigh, staring over my shoulder at nothing because he couldn’t bring himself to look directly at me.
“You don’t need this. You don’t need my negativity.”
“Yes, I do,” I said, touching his face, bringing his eyes back to mine. “You hold me up and I hold you. It’s what we do. It’s how we survive. Some days are worse than others. Today is your bad day. But tomorrow, it won’t be. And remember that. There will be a tomorrow, because we’re getting out of here, Will. And do you know what I’m looking forward to the most when we do?”
“Cheeseburgers,” he replied, giving me a shadow of that grin I loved so much.
“That is a pretty close second, but no. It’s going out with you. Showing everyone what you mean to me.”
The darkness weighing him down lifted slightly, and his smile widened, a cheeky half grin you couldn’t help but smile back at.
“I’ll take you out for a cheeseburger. Kill two birds with one stone.”
I held his gaze, my heart beating double time as my body ached for him, begging to feel alive.
I didn’t want to drown in this hellish abyss for a moment longer. I wanted to fight, to live the life we deserved. To take every precious moment we had and squeeze every ounce of happiness we could get out of it. We had to live for now.
I took a step closer to him, working hard to block out all the negative shit we’d been through, and I whispered, “I think you should know something. I think death turns me on too.”
The minute those words left my mouth a fire ignited in his eyes, and he reached for me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me to him forcefully. Then he grabbed my ass, and grinning down at me, he growled, “That’s my girl.”
He spun me in his arms until I was against the wall, his mouth claiming mine, devouring me as we got lost in each other.
Our oasis in this desert of nothingness.
His mouth opened wider to taste me, his tongue tangling with mine. And as he pressed against me, kissing me back to life, I felt my body weaken for him. I was wet, needy, and desperate to feel him.
“I need you,” I cried out as our kiss became more urgent, more aggressive.
I yanked his sweats down; his cock was thick and heavy as it sprung free. Taking it in my hand, I stroked him, running my thumb over the wetness at the tip and circling the head. He groaned into our kiss as I moved my hand down further, stroking his balls, playing with him, hoping he’d forget where he was, just for a moment. I wanted him to focus on me and the way I made him feel, nothing else. He’d done that for me, when nightmares had taken hold, when life became unbearable. Now, it was my turn.
He rocked his hips forward, using my hand for relief as he kissed me harder, pushing his body against mine. Then he reached down to lift me by the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock slide through my wet pussy, teasing me in the best way.
“Fuck me, Will. Now,” I begged, and he gave a sinisterly, sexy laugh.
“Whatever my girl wants”—he thrust into me, piercing me with his cock, making me cry out at the feel of him—“she gets.”
I clung to him, my teeth biting into his shoulder as he slammed into me over and over. Pinning me to the wall, rotating his hips and grinding against my clit. I didn’t care if we were being watched. I didn’t care about anything but him.
I threw my head back, my hand reaching up to grab a fistful of his hair as he rammed into me fiercely, almost violently, and I loved every minute of it.
“Harder,” I begged, my orgasm building so rapidly, I was craving it, chasing that high. Squeezing my legs around his waist, I yanked on his hair, doing anything I could to drive him over the edge with me.
His hips pistoned faster, and then, as my legs started to shake, I fell apart. My pussy throbbed, pulsing for him, squeezing his cock as he thrust into me, making me come hard, wave after wave of pure bliss that kept going on and on.
