Apocalypse Cowboy: Futuristic Romance with Zombies (7 page)

Corny? Yes. But also still enticing. Hannah’s frustration with the whole fishing concept faded as her body interested itself in the erection poking against her backside. Even through the thick material of her bottoms, she could feel his ardent reaction to her presence.

He wanted her. Judging by the moisture pooling between her thighs, making her sex slick, it wasn’t one-sided.

A part of her argued she should move, not to give in to his sexual charm, but another part—the part that had spent so many nights aching for this—wouldn’t let her budge an inch.

“I thought you were teaching me to cast a line?” Perhaps she could enjoy it a little longer by pretending an interest.

He replied, but she barely heard him as he told and showed her how to cast the fishing line. She had more important things to focus on, such as the scent of him. The musky spice of him, the callused touch of his fingers on her hands, his warm breath as it tickled her neck as he kept talking.

Her body clamored for her to turn in his arms and kiss him. He wouldn’t turn her away. But her practical side, the one that had helped her get through his leaving her, prevailed—barely.

I mustn’t give in so easily.

Moving away from his disturbing presence, she took a breath to try and clear her head, even if it did nothing to cool her crotch. “Okay, I think I get it. Let me move downstream a bit and try again.”

Unable to face him until her hormones cooled—lest she slide her hand under his shirt and trace the lines of his body—she walked away, as if distance would aid in what ailed her.

Finding herself a new spot, she flailed and cranked her fishing pole until she managed to cast the lure a few feet from her into the water.

“I did it,” she crowed, looking over at him triumphantly.

“Good job. Now try catching one of these.” He flashed white teeth at her as he reeled in and dangled a plump fish.

Show off.
Her competitive side emerging, Hannah watched him unobtrusively and mimed his actions. It wasn’t until he’d caught his third fish around mid-morning that she felt a tug. She reeled her line in a bit, wondering if she’d imagined it, but a stronger pull finally signaled something had taken the bait.

The rod pulled in her hands as the fish fought her. She reeled faster, struggling to hold on. Strong arms wrapped around hers, helping her hold the pole steady, and Brody’s encouraging words came to her ear.

“That’s it, kitten. Don’t let him win. You’ve caught a strong one. Come on, baby, reel it in.”

Excitement coursed through her as she fought against this evening’s dinner until, finally, with a harsh yank on her pole, her scaled foe exited the water.

It was a beast. A monster. A veritable one-pound Goliath. And she’d caught him.

She turned her face, her lips a hairsbreadth away from Brody’s, and her eyes met his. “I did it,” she exclaimed.

“Yes, you did,” he murmured before he touched his mouth to hers.

Sizzle.

If ever there was a sound to a kiss it happened right then and there as they touched and their passion for each other exploded.

Hannah’s lips parted as she responded cautiously to his embrace. His tongue licked along her lower lip before he captured it. Then, he sucked it, a move that had her knees trembling.

A jerk on the pole in her hand made her pull away, but she couldn’t find the breath to castigate him for the stolen kiss, not when she wanted to chuck the fishing pole—and her awesome catch. Who cared about a stupid fish when all she wanted was to throw herself in his arms and ask for more kisses?

As he showed her how to unhook her catch, she watched him and mused. She should push away.

But wouldn’t.

She should harden her heart.

But couldn’t.

Who am I kidding? I want him—bad. Why am I denying myself this pleasure? Sure, he might leave tomorrow or next week, but really, what do I have left to lose? He could be my only chance for happiness. Or a baby.

The thought of a child, his child, made her chest tight. If she got pregnant and had a baby then, even if he left, she wouldn’t be alone.

But in order to get a bun in the oven, she’d need to have sex with him. She felt like rolling her eyes—as if sex with him would be a chore.

Licking her lips, she wondered how to seduce him. She couldn’t just tell him, “Hey, I’ve changed my mind. Let’s screw like bunnies.” Of course, being a man, he’d probably drop his pants quicker than she could say ‘screw’.

Judging by the smoky glances he kept throwing her, and the bulge he kept shifting to conceal in his pants, Hannah figured she wouldn’t have long to wait before he made his next move.

Especially if she goaded him.

Brody put Hannah’s catch with the others in the cooler filled to the brim with cool river water and then turned around.

Suppressing a groan, he took in the sight of Hannah shrugging off her track pants and hoodie sweatshirt, her concession to the now warm, late morning sun. She wore cut-off jean shorts that showed off way too much thigh and a snug T-shirt that hugged her full breasts, unfettered by a constricting bra.

Sure, he’d seen her naked before. Imagined it even more than that. It didn’t mean seeing her didn’t affect him. On the contrary, a herd of zombies could have emerged groaning from the woods and he might not have noticed them, so fixated was he on Hannah.

His desire for her had only gotten stronger during their separation. His mouth went dry, and all the blood and sense in his body went to his cock. Rigid as a steel beam, he turned from her, trying to control the lust that swept through him.

A soft touch on his back had him turning around to find her standing close. “Brody, I’m hungry,” she said, and was that husky tone his wishful imagination?

He understood hunger. Those innocuous words put him over the edge. Grabbing her in a rough embrace, he slanted his mouth hard over hers, expecting at any moment for her to push him away but unable to resist her appeal.

To his surprise, her hands crept up and curled around his neck and clung to him tightly.

It seemed in this instance their desires aligned.

Completely undone by this sign of acquiescence, he groaned against her lips, a sound he repeated when her mouth opened and her tongue tentatively probed the inner edge of his lip.

He immediately met this timid exploration with his own tongue, twining it around hers and tasting her unique sweetness, a flavor he’d never forgotten.

She sagged in his arms, a familiar action. Desire always made her knees weak. He tightened his arms around her, the feel of her lush body against his driving him insane.

Needing more, and not trusting himself to be able to hold them both upright, he scooped her up and carried her to the blanket he’d brought along and laid their gear on. He laid her down and took a moment to drink her in from her languorous eyes to her flushed cheeks.

He expected the slight delay to give her time to regain her senses and protest, but perhaps all was finally forgiven, as she held out her arms to him.

Needing no further invitation, he covered her body with his own, her thighs spread and welcoming his hard body between them. Even through the material of his jeans, he could feel the heat of her calling to him. He ground his hips against the vee of her thighs, and she pushed back, her hot mouth panting against his.

Her hands slid under his shirt and rubbed against the muscles of his back. She tugged the fabric up and mewled against his mouth. A sensual plea. He broke from the glory of her lips long enough to pull off his shirt. Before he could cover her again, she’d placed her palms flat against his chest, and he heard her murmur, “So strong. Sexy.”

He couldn’t help but swell at her praise and remind her…“All yours.” He leaned down to capture her lips again, even as he braced himself on one arm so his other hand could inch her shirt up, his fingers tracing the smooth skin covering her rib cage to the fullness of her breast.

Cupping that heavy globe, he squeezed, and she gasped against his mouth. She’d always had such sensitive breasts. His callused fingers found her nipple. He rolled it, the erect nub becoming even more prominent. More inviting.

Leaving her full lips, he pulled her T-shirt up and, with her aid, stripped it from her. He bared her beautiful breasts to his view—and made them accessible to his mouth.

Swooping in, he caught an erect nipple with his lips. She arched her back in pleasure. Her reaction drove him wild, her sexy wantonness making his frenzied desired even more acute. He sucked her areola and bit it gently. She cried out.

He did it again.

“Brody!” She groaned his name and urged him on by digging her fingers into his hair and arching her chest, pushing herself at him, begging for more. He gave it to her, encouraged by her pants and mewls of pleasure. How arousing. How cock hardening. If this kept up, he might not last much longer.

“I want you so bad,” he said, pausing in his ministrations, trying to attempt some control over himself.

But she wasn’t in the mood to wait. “Please, Brody,” she whispered.

Leaning on his forearms for a moment, he gazed upon her.
So gorgeous.
Her face had flushed becomingly with passion, and she eyed him with heavy lids, her lips swollen from his kisses.

“Are you sure?” he asked, cursing himself for asking but more afraid she’d regret and hate him if he didn’t stop now.

“I need you.”

Three simple words that meant the world.

With trembling hands, he unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, his hands caressing her smooth skin and curved limbs. The white expanse of her thighs beckoned him, and he laid a kiss on the silky flesh.

“Brody.” She arched, her legs spreading wide in welcome. Moisture glistened on the plump lips of her sex. As quickly as possible, he divested himself of his clothing before he nestled between her legs.

A part of him urged he slow down, take his time, go in for a lick.
Later, when I’m less likely to blow, I’ll taste her.
His mouth watered at the thought, but his cock twitched impatiently.

Arms braced on either side of her, he claimed her lips, even as the head of his shaft nudged at her nether lips. Slowly, he slid himself in, her tight moistness almost enough to have him instantly come. Her hands clawed at his back, and she thrust her hips against him, taking him deeper.

Brody groaned into her mouth. She felt so damn sweet. He tried to move slowly, to ensure she came with him, but, denied this pleasure for so long, he couldn’t control himself and pumped her faster and faster, the brink quickly approaching.

By some miracle, or should he say with a matching passion, she kept up with him, her fingers digging deep into the muscles of his shoulders, her body spread wide. She screamed when she came, not that he needed to hear to know she’d found her bliss. Her sex said it as it convulsed around his shaft, the quivering muscles squeezing him tight. It was nirvana. Brody let go, yelling as came inside her, hot spurts and trembling thrusts that drained him.

Keeping their bodies joined, Brody managed to roll so she lay on top of him. He hugged her tight, wishing he could see her face, but she’d buried it in the hollow of his shoulder.

When he felt her shaking, he feared the worst. “What’s wrong, kitten? Did I hurt you?”

She raised her face, her eyes shining with mirth and her lips twitching with giggles. “You might not find it as funny.”

“Let me be the judge.”

“I was just thinking that you’re way better than my pocket rocket.”

Brody blanked for a second. When he grasped the joke, he laughed too, although he pretended to scowl when he responded. “I should hope so. I’ve got a hell of a lot more power than a pair of double A batteries.”

“Size too.” She grinned, grinding her pelvis against him.

“And stamina,” he said, thrusting back, pleased at her wide-eyed look when she felt him harden inside her.

As if once would be enough. He had way too much bottled sexual frustration he needed to expend.

Burying himself in the sensual softness that was all Hannah’s, he made love to her again, more slowly. He left her on top, his hands cupping her heavy breasts, his eyes watching her as she tilted her head back and rode him cowgirl style. Her hips rocked back and forth, the motion pushing him so deep.

He couldn’t help but stare at her. He loved watching as she drew closer and closer to her pleasure: her eyes closed, her small white teeth gnawing at her lip as she strived to stay in control. But Brody remembered how to make her lose it.

Letting his hand drift down to her curls, he found her clit and rubbed it even as she rode him. With whimpering cries, she ground herself against him, her moist flesh squeezing him tight. Moments before her orgasm hit, she opened her eyes and looked at him. What he saw in those depths was too much.

“Hannah,” he cried out, his cock jerking inside her as he came, followed seconds later by her own scream as she found her pleasure.

She collapsed on him, boneless, and he stroked the smooth skin of her back as she panted.

I’ll never leave you again,
he thought, wishing he could tell her how he felt but afraid words would ruin this most precious of moments. But he intended to show her as many times as it took.