Page 32 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

Hawk

I’m just finishing up for the day when I see Cole and Aly coming up the driveway. Holding hands...

What the hell? Did he make a move already? Fucking smooth ass Casanova...

I brush it off as nothing because, realistically, it IS nothing. It’s the end of the world for crying out loud. I’m alive, my friends are alive, we have food, a beautiful house and now a beautiful woman to make it a home if she wants to. What else could you ask for?

She’s laughing at something Cole tells her and her smile instantly makes my breath hitch. I’ve known this woman less than two weeks and, in that time, she’s obtained the ability to, unknowingly, bend me to her will. I would do anything for her. ANYTHING. Just to see her smile like she is right now.

She bounds up the stairs towards me and I take her in.

Little jean shorts, flowy oversized t-shirt tucked into the front, her hair, windswept and wavy giving it a fresh from the beach look.

Fuck me, she looks incredible. She says something to me but I can’t concentrate over her beauty rendering me absolutely useless at the moment.

“I said, ‘Hey!’” she giggles and I snap out of my hypnotic state.

“Hey! Sorry, brain froze up a little there.” I step forward and, without hesitation, she steps toward me for a hug, squeezing me like she was waiting all day to see me. I wrap my arms around her, doing the same, and take her in, her feel, her smell, her everything. My everything.

“Come with me,” I whisper into her hair. My hands have a mind of their own because they can’t seem to stop caressing her back, up and down, playing with the long tendrils of hair flowing across my fingertips.

She smiles up at me and nods before turning to Cole.

He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and whispers something in her ear before lifting a sneaky little grin, nodding to me as he passes to go into the house.

It should make me upset that he’s this close with my girl but oddly enough it just makes me smile more, knowing she’s well looked after.

We’ve gotten used to taking our turns with Aly to assist in our daily chores or whatever else we need to do that day.

She doesn’t seem to mind and actually gets excited when the time comes because we never tell her what we have planned each day until the time comes.

The spontaneity breaks up the monotony of the days.

The only problem with it all is that we haven’t come to terms with what we’re doing.

Neither of us has acted on anything further than our occasional hugs or light cuddles.

Well, that was until I saw Aly come back with Cole just now.

Something happened. And I’m not mad. I’m excited, actually.

For them and, maybe, for us. That is if that’s what Aly wants.

I just need to keep myself in the game. And I need to see if Aly can come to terms with the potential of having a two for one deal.

We head out behind the house toward the lake.

We’re not taking the fishing trail this time, like we usually do, instead, heading straight back to the docks and the little beachy entry point.

At this time of day, the water is perfect and feels great after a supply run.

It takes a few minutes to walk there but when we do, she gives me a curious look.

I look to the lake and then back to her, pulling her into my arms because I can’t get enough. I need to be touching her.

“Swim with me?” I smile waiting for her to respond.

“I don’t have a suit...” She bites her lip and the reaction goes straight to my cock. My eyelids go half-mast and I lick my lower lip while bringing my mouth to her ear.

“Neither do I...” I whisper. I’ve been wanting to go swimming with her ever since we found out she was spying on us while we were skinny dipping.

While I would never make her do anything she wasn’t ready for or ok with, I’m really hoping my leap of faith gives her the confidence she needs to take the plunge.

Her breath catches and she gently puts her hands on my chest, shying away. Her timid reaction isn’t what I’ve come to know of Aly and it makes me wonder, why?

Is it me? Is it just that she doesn’t want to swim with me? Thinking back, she seemed pretty cozy with Cole, earlier. Is she choosing him and not me? If that’s the case I need to know. It would hurt, but I’d rather clear the air now and make sure everyone was comfortable before … well before.

“It’s ok. If you’d rather not swim with me, we don’t have to. We can just hang out.”

She shakes her head. “No. I want to swim with you. It’s not that...”

It’s then that I notice her start to cover herself even more.

Her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

Legs crossing and pushing further together, making herself smaller.

Is that it? Is she nervous about me seeing what she’s hiding under all those clothes?

She’s a beautiful girl and should definitely not be self-conscious, but could that be it?

Could she be nervous about showing herself to me?

She shouldn’t be... at all... She has curves for days and I am here for it.

It’s funny. Women seem to think the skinnier the better.

But little do they know that lots of guys prefer women with a little meat on their bones.

We don’t want to cuddle with a stick. Or bang a skeleton.

No. Guys like us, we like the soft contours of a woman’s body.

To be able to lay our heads between their thick thighs and use them as a pillow after a long day.

Have something to hold onto when we push into them from behind.

The cushion of a juicy ass to bounce our hips off of.

Just thinking about it is starting to make my mouth water.

But it doesn’t matter what I think, I want her to feel comfortable.

“Would you rather I not look as you get in?”

She takes a look back out to the lake before turning back to me.

Her breaths are coming heavier now, pupils dilating as her eyes widen.

I can practically taste her arousal on the air.

Nah, she wants this. She’s just nervous.

Perhaps a little overwhelmed. She just needs a little push to get her going and out of her head.

It’s ok. I’ve got you sweetheart .

She looks up to me, holding her in my arms. In her eyes, I see the trust unfolding and the weight lifting off her shoulders.

The fact that she’s opening up and allowing me, trusting me to push her limits is having its own effect on me.

If we don’t get in the water soon, it’ll become obvious what she does to me.

“O-ok..., turn around and I’ll call for you when I’m in...”

“You got it, babe.” I turn around and face towards the house.

The feel of her behind me, undressing, and not turning around is a serious test of will-power.

But I'm not going to betray her trust by giving in so easily.

The sound of her clothes rustling and falling on the ground is enough to make my dick twitch. The anticipation is overwhelming.

It’s a few minutes of exquisite torture. Waiting, listening, imagining. But I release a breath of excitement when I finally hear her.

“I’m good!” She calls out, her voice weak and shaky. She’s obviously nervous, but she has no reason to be. Not with me. In a blur, I undress like my clothes are on fire, race down the shore and dive under the wake towards the goddess in the water.