Page 5 of Following Their Heart

“It was weird,” she goes on, breathless, “because I was with Grim in his camper last night, but I was dreaming about being here with the other two.” She opens her legs wider for more of Daddy’s petting. “I mean, I don’t feel guilty about it or anything, it’s just…Grim and I had such a nice time.” She pauses and meets my eyes, and I see in her gaze that our Grim Reaper treated her right last night. I’m glad. I’m eager to give hermyversion of that treatment when the time is right. “I was surprised that it wasn’thimI dreamed of—ooh! Ah!” I’m playing with her little clitty now, rubbing over it the way I know she likes. On hitching breaths, she goes on. “I’m surprised I dreamed at all, actually. I haven’t had detailed dreams like that since the—mmm—since before the Virus.”

She writhes against me, and I’m horny as fuck. But I’m focused, too. I’ve never felt aroused and in tune with my Gift at the same time. It’s a trip and a half. I know I’m supposed to be keeping this little meeting about her dream, but I can’t help the rising within me of a ferocious, possessive lust.

“Fuck, I need you.” I can’t hold back. I climb on top of her and scoot down the bed. When her pubic hair is in front of my face, I make a sound I’ve never made before. Igrowl.Low and deep. “Need this.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

Her oceans-and-vanilla scent floods my senses as I put my open mouth to her and become well and truly lost. I’m lost in her silky flavor. I’m lost in pleasure. I’m lost in the Knowing. Cora’s perfect pussy becomes a glove for my tongue as I search her inner secrets. Not only does she let me in—something she wasn’t ready for even just a couple days ago—but she grips my head and holds me to her as she cries out in ecstasy.

It's been a long time since I’ve eaten pussy. And this is by far the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. I can’t get enough. Even after she comes, flooding my mouth with her juices, I’m still latched on to her, like a ravenous baby at his mother’s teat.

“Oh, my Gosh,” she gasps. “Rev!” Senseless cries fill her cabin, and I suck and lave and hump at her with my mouth, and then she comes again, and the Knowing bursts within me.

Cora lies limp on her blankets as I rise over her and jack myself. Teeth sinking into my lower lip, I work my cock until I paint her skin with my come. There it is, pearly and steaming hot on her pale stomach.

My head falls back as I catch my breath. “I know what it means,” I say, and I collapse beside her. We’re both spent, but we have enough left to wrap our arms around each other. My spend makes a slick patch between us, and I don’t give a fuck. It’s dirty and it’s beautiful, and I loved marking her.

“That was—” She gives her head a little shake. “Just, wow.”

I grin. “That was nothin’ compared to how I’ll treat you when I have you all night,” I vow.

“Wow,” she whispers. After several heartbeats, she says, “Did you say you know what the dream means?”

“That I did.” I’m equal parts honored and amazed. What I just experienced was a clear, solid burst of Knowing unlike any vision or dream I’ve had before. It was like being joined with Cora made my Gift stronger. Which is very, very interesting. “Wanna hear about it?”

She climbs atop me, messy and gorgeous, energy restored. Ah, the blessings of youth! “Tell me, Daddy.” She gives me a cheeky smile and stretches out on my chest, a trusting little one ready for a story.

Cora

The front of the lodgeis a disaster. Everywhere there used to be a window or door is now a rectangular hole in the wall framed with black flashing tape. Doc and Brawn are setting new windows.

Doc’s shirt is off, and he has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he squats to grab one side of a huge, framed window lying on the porch. He’s been trying to quit smoking for my sake, because of my scars, even though I told him he doesn’t need to do that. I smile as he puffs out the corner of his mouth while he lifts. Guess when times are stressful, he just can’t stay away from nicotine.

I don’t mind. Leon used to put cigarettes out on my back, so maybe seeing someone smoke should bother me. For some reason, it doesn’t. At least not when it’s one of my guys. In fact, I’m beginning to associate the smell of smoke with safety. Sometimes Doc smells like cigarettes, and Rev often smells like the mini-cigars he enjoys. The front porch with its wide plank floors and rockers made from logs always has a smoky aura, as if the hours of male bonding there have been absorbed into the wood. They say smell is the most powerful of the senses, and I’m starting to believe it. The smell of smoke is beginning to feel like home, just like the motor oil smell I associate with Scrap and the scent of evergreens that comes off Jud after he’s done his security checks.

Doc lifts one side of a huge window while Brawn lifts the other. The big guy fills out his usual sleeveless flannel shirt. He’s seven feet of muscle stacked upon muscle. The baseball cap on top of his shaggy head looks child-sized on him, but it’s only because he’s so big. His Gift is strength. He doesn’t break a sweat as he holds the window in place while Doc goes around to the inside to level and fasten it.

Rev stops beside me and rests his arm lazily across my shoulders. “New windows are all bullet proof,” he says. “We’re gonna turn the lodge into a fortress.”

I don’t like the thought of bullets flying around our home, but I can appreciate being prepared. “You think they’ll bring guns?”

“They’ll bring whatever they have.”

He doesn’t have to say it, but the men who are coming here for me are probably as determined to take me as my guys are to protect me. And they outnumber us. It’s not going to be a fair fight.

“But we have the homefield advantage,” Rev says, as if he read my mind.

I look up at him. He’s so tall I have to crane my neck. He meets my gaze with his crazy eyes, and I realize I love his eyes. They’ve seen so much. They continue to see so much. Like what the Working showed him when we were in my cabin…in my bed.

He thinks that weird dream might be important, and that the Working might want Doc and Shep to interact with Bernard. Apparently, when we’re naked together, he gets the Knowing stronger than usual. It’s strange to think about, but cool at the same time. I definitely don’t mind cuddling naked with my tall, patient daddy.

Leaning into Rev’s side, I watch Doc and Brawn work, and my heart fills with affection for all of them. “I can’t lose any of you.”

Rev kisses the top of my head. “You won’t.”

“You can’t know that.” Or maybe he can. I squint at him, trying to decipher if he’s speaking from his special brand of revelation or not.

“You’re right, little one,” he admits. “I don’t know it for sure. But I do know that the Working wants the eight of us together. For two years, it promised you to us. It blessed us with Gifts that are perfect for making a home with you. Protecting you. What sense would there be in getting our hopes up for so long, only to have us torn apart after so short a time?” He shakes his head as if he can’t fathom such reasoning. “Nah. We’re meant to be. All of us. That much I know.”

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