Page 40 of When the Living Fall

“Don’t you ever do that again,” she snaps, her voice breaking. “Don’t ever sacrifice yourself for me like that again, or I’ll kill you myself, and you’ll wish you’d been devoured by rotters instead.”

There are tears in her eyes. Are they for me?

I try to speak, but the words won’t come. All I can do is stare at her, stunned and speechless. “Emily…”

Her eyes flash, her gaze pinning me in place with their intensity.

I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. She’s pissed, but she’s here. “Pet…you came back for me.”

“Of course I came back, you dumbass. I’m still pissed as hell with you, though.” She practically growls out her words, her face flushed with anger. It’s a beautiful flush. I like the color on her. Blends well with her ferocity.

I step closer and reach my arms out. When she doesn’tpush me away again, I grab her and pull her to me. I cradle her face, drinking in every detail. The fierceness in her eyes, the lines of her jaw, the flush in her cheeks. Her hands reach up, and I think she’s going to push me back. Instead, she clutches at my shirt, her fingers wrapping around the dirty old fabric like I’m her lifeline.

“You came back,” I say again, still in disbelief, and then crash my mouth against hers.

I kiss her. Like I did when I sent her away, but this is different. I can’t get enough of her. I can’t hold her close enough. If I held her any tighter, I would crush her. The sheer restraint is going to kill me, but it’ll be a joyful death this time.

“You came back,” I murmur in between breaths, each kiss interrupted when she needs to gasp for air. Then I dive back in again before she can respond.

My hands slide down her back, to her ass. I give her cheeks one smack before gripping them tight and lifting her into the air. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I walk us over to the car. The same car she drove through an entire massive horde of rotters.

The same car she came back to me in.

Griffin and William shout out to us, but I refuse to pull away from Emily’s mouth long enough to tell them to get lost. I’m glad they’re still alive and weren’t killed by rotters, or the fucking machine gun our girl whipped out, but I’ll pay attention to them later. I have something far more important to attend to right now.

Emily bites my bottom lip, and I growl before nipping at hers and sucking it between my teeth. Her thighs squeeze around my waist and my dick throbs painfully against my jeans. Why do I even wear jeans? These are awful. I’m going to be free balling it from now on.

Griffin and William shout out to us again, and still, I ignore them. If they want a front-row seat to the show, thenthey’ve got it. It’s not like we’ll need any privacy between the four of us. We’re stuck with each other forever now. We’re never separating again.

The guys must realize what’s about to go down, because when I lean Emily back across the hood of the car and step in between her legs, I hear them say something to each other and then walk away in opposite directions. I don’t care what they’re up to. My full attention is on my girl right now.

“Max,” Emily breathes out when I kiss down her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin there before licking away the sting.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’ve got you.” My dick throbs, straining against my jeans, but it’s not time yet. Almost.

My fingers wrap around the waistband of her shorts, and I slide them down her long, slim legs. It takes everything within me to not tear them straight from her body like a rabid animal. If I did, then she’ll have to go back into the colony naked, and like hell I’ll let anyone else see her like that.

I slide to my knees, kneeling in the dirt, until I’m eye-level with the most beautifully delicious scenery I’ve ever laid eyes on. My mouth covers her glorious mound, and I feast on her body. She moans and her legs twitch. Fuck, she’s going to make it difficult to hold out for her. She has no idea the effect she has on me. So, I should show her.

Her hands land in my hair and her body arches when I bring her to the brink. She cries out in ecstasy, and I let her. There aren’t any rotters around to hear her cries of pleasure. “Scream for me,” I say, my words muffled by her pussy.

It’s not enough. She deserves more. I want more.

Pulling back, I get to my feet and smirk down at her when she whimpers. She’s so fucking beautiful, spread out like this on the hood of a car, her body starving for me. Finally, I rid myself of these pesky pants and then crawl on top of her.

“You want this, pet?”

“I want you, all of you, Max.”

“Your wish is my command.” I slide right into her. She’s so wet. My body presses against hers, and nothing in my life has ever felt so right as it does now.

She moans in my ear, and I could damn well come right here and now, but I force myself to hold out. My girl deserves the full experience.

I begin with slow, deliberate movements, letting the moment linger and savoring every second. It doesn’t take long before I change that. This isn’t the time for slow and sensual; passion and need take over, pushing me to quicken the pace. Her fingers tugging at my hair, her thighs squeezing my hips.

Her hands fall from my hair until her fingernails are digging into my back with pleasure, and I quicken my thrusts. After what we just went through, she’s getting it hard and fast. Rough and wild. Just like us.

My mouth lands on hers again, and I swallow her moans. It’s a shame we took out all the rotters. I would love it if she was so loud that she drew in every rotter on the planet toward us. That would be a hell of a way to go. My girl screaming my name with my dick deep inside of her while she comes around it.

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