Page 56 of The Last Man on Earth
She makes a face, prompting me to stop playing too much.
“So I’m your hero now?”
She rests her hand on my cheek. “You are. My hero. My superman. My batman.”
“Whatever it takes,” I say. “I got you.”
She glances back toward the tree line. “What are you gonna do with him?”
“I’ma toss his ass in the ocean and let the tide do the work.” I can’t help but stare at her titties. “I’m too tired to dig.”
She nods, her face going somber. “That’s probably for the best. We’re running out of water.”
She notices my divided attention.
“Vincent!”
“Yeah.” I shake my head, snapping myself out of the trance she got me in. “Yeah. I thought about the water thing. Fuck.” I stare up at the sky as if a rescue plane is gonna fly over. “We probably need to start brushing our teeth with salt water.”
She nods.
“It’s gotta rain again. Hopefully soon. I’ll rig up something to catch it. And as far as that,” I say, gesturing to the boar, “I gotta figure out a way to keep the rest of ‘em out.”
Her eyes go wide. “The rest of who?”
“If there’s one, there’s more.” I hate having to tell her that. “I’ma think of something, don’t worry.”
What a difference a fuckin’ week makes.
I ain’t worked this damn hard since my last album, and eventhatwas child’s play compared to this shit. But as I look in Ari’s eyes and flash back to ten minutes ago, I know there’s more work that’s gotta be done. However that shit happened, we’re a team now, and frankly, now that we’ve fucked, I’m feeling real boyfriend-like with this woman.
Time to grow the fuck up.
Chapter 26
Ari
Vincent’s shirt is off,his shoulders glistening with sweat as he rigs together some kind of contraption out of palm fronds, one of Ms. K’s rain ponchos, and the lining from a suitcase. He says if he angles it just right, the next time it rains, the water will funnel into the empty water bottles.
I’ve never been a Physics girlie, so I happily leave all of that to him. But I stay close so I can watch him work while fielding constant tingles and flutters between my legs.
He has me wide open, and he doesn’t even know it.
I’m gonna play it cool for as long as I can, but the truth is undeniable—he’s without question the best I’ve ever had. Just five minutes on the sand in the middle of a disaster was enough for me to know that.
I knew his dick was substantial. I’d seen it hard a few times. But I still wasn’t prepared. It’s not just big. It’s also thick. And veiny. And ever so slightly curved to the left.
Sigh.
This is a problem.
I sit back on the blanket, my legs stretched out in front of me. “When was the last time you had sex before…this morning?”
He glances over at me, grinning faintly. “A month or so ago.”
I raise a brow. “That long?”
“My fiancée wanted the wedding night to feel special. Like we waited or some shit.”
