Page 43 of Outbreak (Revolution X #1)
CHAPTER 42
Ghost
A plume of dust settles around the truck as I park in the driveway of the cabin. The drive into the mountain at night is dangerous, but I know these winding roads like the back of my hand now. This place has been my permanent home for a few years now. Soon after I moved in, Reaper and I turned it into a safe house of sorts. If he, Viper, or any of our guys needed a place to lay low or get away, they came here. It’s fully stocked—with everything we didn’t know we would be needing for a fucking apocalypse.
Rue is sleeping in her seat, completely exhausted from our very intense day. My girl has been through every emotion possible today, it seems, and it drained her completely. When I jumped off the fire escape I was hiding out on into the back of the truck, I could see through the back window she was freaking the fuck out. She couldn’t find me. To be fair, I wasn’t hiding from her. When I came around the second corner at the end of the street, the dead were waiting for me. I had to act quickly, turning back and jumping onto a ladder and shimming up the side of the building like fucking Spiderman while flesh-eating corpses pulled at my boots.
“Rue…” I say gentle, rubbing her leg to wake her. “Wake up, baby girl. We’re here.”
She stretches like a cat in her seat, rubbing her eyes before she sits up and puts the seat back upright. “Damn, I didn’t mean to sleep the whole way.”
“You’ve had a fucking day, Rue. You needed it.”
“Holy fucking shit, Ghost. This is the ‘cabin’,” she says, making air quotes and everything. “That is not the word I would use to describe this place.”
“Oh yeah. What would you call it?”
“Uh… it’s a fucking mansion.” She opens her door, and I do the same, climbing out and meeting her in front of the truck. “It’s beautiful.”
I kiss the top of her head as she leans into my side. “Let’s go wake up Reaper. He can help me bring our stuff inside.”
She nods under my chin and takes my hand. I take her up the steep path lit with those fancy solar lights. Because I travel so much for work, having the house completely solar powered was the best decision I’ve ever made—especially now. I’ve taken hot showers for granted my entire life. I can’t wait to stand under the huge rainforest shower head with my girl and fuck her against the stone wall.
The motion sensor flood light turns on as we approach the wraparound porch, illuminating the dark stained wood, rocking chairs, and porch swing.
“Wow,” she breathes in awe.
“In the morning, I’ll cook breakfast while you sit out here and soak in the mountain view with a hot cup of coffee and a soft blanket.”
“That sounds like the perfect morning,” she says, her voice still groggy from her long nap.
When we get inside, it's dark and quiet. “He must be sleeping,” I say, turning on the front lights. The kitchen and living space are one big, open area, with a huge grey sectional that wraps around half of the room and a large glass window wall that leads out to the side deck. The kitchen has a large breakfast island and sleek chrome appliances that complement the black and grey theme that continues throughout the rest of the house.
“This place is gorgeous, Ghost. I’ve never seen anything like this,” Rue says, walking ahead of me to explore, letting her hand gently drift along the surfaces as she moves from space to space, taking everything in with astonishment like a child on Christmas morning.
“Welcome home, baby girl,” I say, walking a few steps behind.
“Home,” she whispers in wonder.
When she walks into the dining room, she stops, and I nearly run into her. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a note for you,” she says, pointing to the table where a folded piece of paper with ‘Ghost’ written on the front sits propped against the centerpiece.
I recognize the handwriting immediately. Unease churns in my gut as I walk over, slowly picking it up and unfolding it.
I hope you made it. Which if you’re reading this, you did and to be a sappy fuck, you better make it to the end. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save Viper, I tried, but they’re strong, man. You’ve always been the strongest out of us, so I’m counting on you. The cabin is stocked, so you and your girl should be good for a while.
I got bitten. And I wish this wasn’t goodbye, but I refuse to let you see me like this. So I guess this is it for me. Take care of your girl and remember in your own weird, fucked up ways you love her. Don’t be so hard on her.
Anyways brother, take care.
Reaper
No.
The letter slips between my fingers, fluttering to the floor as I pick up the centerpiece and shattering it against the wall. “Fuck!”
“Hey—What’s wrong? Who’s it from?” Rue asks, leaning down to pick up the discarded paper.
“Re-reaper.” My voice breaks as I hit my knees, and she reads the letter for herself. He was supposed to make it here. I need him. He’s supposed to be here.
“Ghost… I’m so fucking sorry,” she says, standing in front of me and running her fingers through my hair. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me and burying my face into her stomach to hide the tears. I don’t cry. Ever. But he was my best fucking friend in the whole world. I wouldn’t have made it without Rue these past few years without him. He saved me when all I wanted to do was drown myself in a sea of faceless women and a vat of whiskey.
Rue holds me while I get my emotions back under control, and when I’m finally able to pull myself away and look up at her, the tears streaming down her face nearly break me again. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize for grieving the loss of someone you loved, Ghost. I don’t know who he was to you, but I know he was important, so whatever you feel, whatever you need, I’m right fucking here. Do you hear me? I’m right here.”
I couldn’t love this girl more if I fucking tried. “I just need you, Rue. Only you.”
“I’m right here.”
I lift her shirt up and press gentle kisses to her soft belly. She lifts her arms for me, allowing me to remove her top. I unlace her boots, helping her step out of them, then my rolled-up sweats she’s still wearing, then finally her bra.
She lets out the sexiest sound that goes straight to my cock when I wrap my arms around her middle and throw her over my shoulder, standing up and carrying her completely naked through the house, all the way upstairs to my bedroom, and through to my bathroom.
“Please tell me this thing has hot water, too,” she sighs when I set her down on the heated stone bench inside the shower.
I hit the buttons on the panel and turn the dial, cranking up the heat until steam fills the space around us. “Oh, thank fuck!”
I chuckle as I step back out of the shower, removing my boots and tossing my clothes in the basket on the floor before moving back inside. “Come on, little Death. Let’s get warmed up. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you in this shower since I bought the place.”
Her heavy eyes sparkle with desire as she takes my hand, getting to her feet and stepping under the hot spray. “I think I’ll just live the rest of my life in your shower. Fuck, this feels amazing. I never knew how much hot water meant to me until I didn’t have it every day.”
“This is our shower, baby,” I say, grabbing the body wash and loofah from the built-in shelf, squeezing it out and lathering it up. I start washing her body, down her back, her shoulders, and her arms. She turns as I work and I wash her chest, paying extra attention to her sensitive nipples before trailing down her stomach and between her legs. I wash her gently there, soaking in every sound she makes—the way her breath hitches in her throat when I graze over her clit. “Do you need something, baby girl?”
“Uh-huh,” she says, nodding and biting her lip. “I need you to hurry up and get to the ‘fucking me in this shower’ part.”
Kneeling in front of her, I wash down her legs, and she lifts her feet, letting me soap them up. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
“Well, I hope to fuck it means I get another spanking,” she sasses as I reach up and pull the handheld sprayer off the hook. I turn the dial and set it to a gentle flow, starting at her feet and washing her off. When I get to her pussy, I turn the dial to the hard stream, blasting high-powered water right over her slit. “Jesus, fuck!” Her moans echo in the room, the sound bouncing across the stones like a chanted prayer.
She spreads her legs a little, slightly thrusting her hips into the water before I take it away and smack her wet ass. “Greedy girl.”
Getting to my feet, I dial the sprayer back to the normal flow and finish washing her off. My cock twitches when it brushes against her warm skin, begging for her attention.
“My turn,” she says, grabbing the soap and pouring some into her hands. She goes straight for my cock, gripping it tightly in her tiny fist, flicking her thumb over the metal ball at the tip. She slides her hand back and grabs my balls, squeezing and making my whole body jolt.
“Jesus, woman,” I growl, my toes curling against the stones.
“I’m just giving you a helping hand , Sir.” Her eyes glint with sarcasm and sass as she uses my words against me for the second time now.
Before she can blink, I have her hair twisted around my hand and her head craned back, her hand tightly gripping me still. “I can see I’m gonna have to get real creative with your punishment from now on. You seem to think you’re in charge here.”
She smirks up at me as she flexes her fingers around my sensitive flesh. “I seem to think I have you by the balls.”