Page 70 of Infected By Virus

RAE

EPILOGUE

“Do I have to wear this blindfold the whole way?” Rae asked for what felt like the millionth time since Virus put it on her before he helped her into the truck.

He didn’t hesitate uprooting his entire life for her and Adam, and that thought still gave her tingles every single morning when she woke up.

When Celeste died and dropped Adam in her lap just six short months ago, she never dreamed things would turn out how they did. For one, she never expected to love him so fiercely from first sight, but she would endure anything for him. As far as she was concerned, he was hers.

Celeste wasn’t a good person, or at least the Celeste she knew, but she’d done one thing right, Adam.

The smile that crossed her lips when she thought of Adam’s reaction when they’d told him they were a family was priceless.

“We always were.” He’d said matter-of-factly. And then repeated a variation of what he’d told her since Celeste died. How she’d told him he was meant for them, and that God trusted him to his other mom until that time came.

But it was those three words said with such confidence between bites of pancakes that did her in.

We always were.

It was their first outing without Adam since she decided to move in with Virus. They’d spent almost every waking moment when Virus wasn’t working or Adam in school, building the bonds they were denied all those years. Virus and Rae, however, spent every night after Adam was in bed, rebuilding their own bonds.

The truck coming to a stop barely registered, so she jumped when Virus’s lips grazed her cheek.

“Um,” he purred as he lightly dragged a finger down her cheek and across her collarbone. Without thinking, she tilted her head back. Just the slightest touch from that man, and she was ready to throw her clothes off and ride his cock.

When his hand gripped the front of her throat and tightened ever so slightly, a whimper escaped her, and her panties flooded.

“Fuck, sunshine. You respond like that and it’s all I can do not to drag you over here and spear you on my cock for anyone passing by to see.” He tightened his hand a degree and she almost lost it, shoving her hand down the front of her jeans for some relief.

“Please.” She wasn’t begging him to stop, she was begging him to continue. Rae had no idea where they were, and she didn’t care. The whole world could watch, hell televise it live for all she gave a fuck—she just needed him.

“Fuck,” he growled and released her throat, grabbing her hand and yanking it from her pants. The next thing she felt was his warm wet mouth around her fingers, and she whimpered again.

With one last lick, he pulled her fingers free and she damn near cried.

“Hold that thought, babe.” His voice was rough. She could hear that he was barely holding it together, just like her.

Good.

His door opened and closed. A few seconds later, hers opened, and he reached around her.

“Thank fuck,” she breathed at the thought of him touching her, but instead he undid her seat belt and took her hand in his.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get inside before my cock gets shredded against my zipper.”

Unsteadily, she exited the truck with Virus’s help.

“Inside where?”

“You’ll see my impatient sex goddess.”

“Goddess, I like the sound of that.” The ground was even and hard, and she could hear traffic and people. She surmised they were in a parking lot. She could also smell fast food, like french fries or something.

“I’m not hungry … for food anyway,” she groused.

“Good, neither am I.”

“Then where the hell are you taking me?” She could hear the whine in her voice, but she couldn’t help herself. “Virus, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m ripping this damn thing off and getting myself off.”

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