Page 29 of Dyana (Love in the Apocalypse #3)
Chapter twelve
Dyana
E van was cute, but he’d have to work harder than that if he thought he was going to dominate me.
While he had me pinned and unable to move, there were parts of my body he couldn’t control.
I squeezed my pussy around his cock and smirked when Evan moaned.
I didn’t need him to thrust to get him off.
I had plenty of practice getting men to come as quickly as possible, and this was usually how I did it.
I tried not to laugh when he ever so slightly lifted his weight off of me, allowing me to get my hand between my legs.
Evan damn near jumped out of me when I caressed his balls.
“Holy shit!” Evan gasped. I felt his heart racing against my back, and this time a giggle bubbled out of me.
“You think that’s funny?” Evan growled playfully.
He tickled my sides before grabbing my hips tightly.
That was the only warning I got before he pulled back until only the tip was left inside of me, and then slammed back in to the hilt.
The impact made me grunt as the edge of the desk bit into my thighs.
If he continued with the powerful thrusts, I’d likely walk away with bruises across my thighs that would leave little question about how I got them. “What do you have to say now?”
“I win,” I gasped. The head of his cock hit a spot that made my legs tremble. If I hadn’t been bent over the desk, my knees would have given out for sure.
Evan didn’t respond with words. Instead, he fucked me even harder.
So hard that the desk scraped across the floor a little.
I wanted to tease him more. I wanted to push him over the edge, but instead, I was the one screaming as my orgasm slammed into me like a freight train.
If there were any zombies in the school, they would have surely heard me.
Evan thrust into me a couple more times, and then groaned as he came inside me.
We didn’t move for several minutes, not that I had a choice since Evan had collapsed on top of me.
I didn’t mind. I liked feeling his weight.
It made me feel safe. When Evan eventually moved, he only sat down in the chair and pulled me into his lap.
Post-sex cuddles weren’t something I had come to expect in the apocalypse.
As much as I enjoyed it, I spent several minutes fidgeting before I finally relaxed.
Evan didn’t comment on my awkwardness; he simply held me and rubbed my back.
Once I had settled, he kissed the top of my head and murmured, “Good girl.”
The longer we sat there, the more I didn’t want to move, but I knew we had to get moving, so reluctantly, I got off Evan’s lap before he could stop me and pulled up my pants. “We need to check on the chickens.”
“Or, we could have sex again,” Evan suggested hopefully. “We could actually go behind the bleachers if you want.”
“No,” I laughed. “We have to go. I don’t like being in town for more than a day. It’s too risky.”
Evan’s expression shifted, and he immediately stood and pulled up his pants. “You’re right. The sooner we’re back up the mountain, the better.”
I wasn’t sure why he had a sudden change of heart, but I wasn’t going to complain.
We left the school, grabbed the carriers we had found at Lyla’s house, and started back toward the park.
Lyla. I hated that I froze up when she was coming toward us, but I just hadn’t considered running into her.
In my mind, she had escaped the town when everything went down.
How many more friends and neighbors were trapped in their houses?
I shook my head to try to clear that thought from my mind.
I didn’t want the answer to that question.
We were halfway to the park when I heard the sound of an engine.
Before I could react, Evan grabbed me and pushed me inside the diner to hide.
I had already cleared the restaurant back when the outbreak started, but I glanced around quickly to be sure before peering out the window.
A car slowly came into view. I couldn’t tell what color the car was initially, as it was covered in layers of dirt and mud, and the windows were too tinted to see who was driving.
Judging by the way it crept down the street, they were looking for someone or something.
“It’s the same guy from this morning,” Evan mumbled to himself.
“What do you mean, the same guy from this morning?” I asked.
Evan looked at me sheepishly. “Umm, this morning, before you woke up, a car drove by. We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to worry you. It was Jack’s idea!”
“Why would you think keeping the fact that there are other humans in the area from me was a good idea?” I growled. “If there are threats nearby, I need to know about them just like you.”
“You’re right,” Evan agreed. “It was stupid. We were just worried after last night that a strange car showing up would spook you.”
“Well, that was stupid,” I snapped. As soon as the car was out of sight, I left the diner.
I would check the park, and then, chickens or not, I was going back up the mountain.
The car coming through town twice now was suspicious as fuck and I wanted nothing to do with it.
It could be Harris, but I didn’t think so.
I’d lost him quite some time ago and doubted he would still be looking for me.
Hell, for all I know, he was already dead.
I was still fuming as we reached the park, but I pushed my anger aside for the moment when I saw that not only had we caught the rest of the hens, but also the rooster. “Let’s make this quick,” I ordered.
Together, Evan and I managed to wrangle all of the hens and chicks into two of the pet carriers and the rooster into the last. I grabbed the traps and the rooster and started for home.
As we passed the hardware store before the bridge, I tossed the traps inside so they wouldn’t get ruined.
We could end up bringing them home with us at some point, but today wasn’t that day.
The need to get out of town and put as much distance between that stranger and myself felt like an itch beneath my skin.
I had to get the hell back to the safety of my tower.
I was sure that I wouldn’t be making any more runs to town for a while.
When we crossed the bridge and reached the protection of the trees, I finally stopped to look at the town below to see if I could spot the car. Thankfully, I didn’t see it, but I was still struggling to shake this unsettled feeling.
Evan set his chickens down beside the rooster and pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, Dyana. We should have. You’ve been through so much that we wanted to protect you from anything else that might come our way.”
“I don’t need you to protect me,” I replied. I felt my anger decreasing. While I was still annoyed, I didn’t feel like kicking their asses anymore.
“I know you don’t, but that doesn’t keep us from wanting to. And it doesn’t mean you can’t let us.” Evan pressed his lips to mine for a short, sweet kiss. “We care about you, Dyana. You are so fucking important to us, and there isn’t anything we wouldn’t do to keep you safe and happy.”
How was a girl supposed to argue with that?
I knew that not telling me about the car came from a good place.
I hadn’t considered any other explanation.
I trusted them, and I didn’t trust many people.
“Just don’t do it again,” I finally said.
“I trust you, but if you all continue to keep things from me, that will stop.”
“It won’t happen again,” Evan assured me.
I nodded, grabbed the rooster cage, and headed up the mountain. Hopefully, whoever was driving through town didn’t see us leave.
“How long do you think we have to keep them in the coop before they consider it home?” Derrick asked as he bounced on the balls of his feet. I never knew a grown man could get so excited about chickens.
“The book says a few days to a couple of weeks,” Isaac answered.
We stood around the coop and watched the chickens explore their new enclosure.
Isaac’s book came in handy when we were figuring out everything we needed to give them the perfect home.
Soon, we would have fresh eggs. And with the number of baby chicks we had, we could even slaughter one of the hens and have chicken in the near future.
“We should have a family dinner tonight!” Cora announced. “We haven’t had one since Jack, Bryce, and Evan came here.”
“That’s a good idea,” I replied. I heard rustling in the tree line, followed by a pitiful meow, and chuckled as I retrieved Killer. We had rigged a kitty door for him so that he could come and go from the tower as he pleased.
“He’s been running between our houses crying for you all day,” Cora said as she appeared at my side and stroked his nose. “He missed his mama.”
“If we have a family dinner, does that mean Dyana will make biscuits and bread?” Remi asked hopefully.
“I can do that,” I answered. I snuggled Killer a little longer and then set him down. He went directly toward the coop and began sniffing along the perimeter.
“Then I’m in,” Remi said, pumping his arm excitedly.
“Dyana, I’m telling you right now,” Derrick said, glaring at Killer. “If your cat kills my chickens, I’ll return the favor.”
“He’s harmless,” I replied.
“We’ll see about that.”