Page 28 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

He's right. I don’t even know why I’m expending any effort on fighting to find a vehicle. It didn’t work for me on my journey down here from New York. Why, then, would I think it would work now? The answer is easy: it wouldn’t. At least not for long, anyways.

“It’s just not something I’m willing to take another chance on, baby.

” Jax sighs again, tensing up a bit, but ultimately relaxes when he rubs my thigh.

It’s shitty, but I know he’s right. Jax has always been the unofficial leader of the group.

If he says it’s a no-go, there’s a good reason for it.

I trust him and whatever he decides we need to do in this and every situation, even if this particular one puts us back three steps.

“Where is Cole, anyways?” I noticed his absence when I came into the room but didn’t question it at the time. However, with the guys talking logistics, you would think he’d want to be present for any decisions that are about to be made.

“He’s in the living room, sorting through the gear and taking inventory, deciphering what we absolutely need to travel with, and what we can ultimately lose or use while we’re here.

I know we’ve already slimmed down once, but we really have no choice but to scale back on supplies even more.

While I thought otherwise originally, it’s simply not feasible to continue our journey with overly-filled packs.

They’ll weigh us down too much, and aren’t safe.

Especially if we have to make a run for it.

I’m not saying we’re leaving tonight, but we need to be ready to leave at a moment’s notice. Just in case. ”

After my kidnapping and the estate invasion, our individual bug-out bags have since been upgraded to include all kinds of new items—a sleeping bag, a water purifier, a whistle, a small tarp that can be made into a temporary shelter, a poncho, and a multi-function-survival kit, among other things.

I’ve got to say, the kit is pretty decent.

Is it just a shovel? Nope! It also contains a hatchet, a knife, a bayonet and even a saw!

If I didn’t love Daisy so much, I’d change out my weapon of choice for Harriet the Hacker.

You seriously named the hatchet, that?

“Damn straight!”

Jax and Hawk grin and chuckle at my outburst, not knowing I was actually talking to myself… Or maybe they do. I don’t know anymore. But still, stupid inner me, trying to make me look crazy.

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm for preparedness, why don’t we go and help Cole dig through everything and repack the bags so he’s not doing it all by himself?”

“Sounds good.” I stand up from Hawk’s lap, about to turn to the cupboards to finish my search for a present from the caffeine gods, but it looks like Cole’s already beaten me to it.

He calls out to me saying, “Right here, gorgeous,” and shoots his arm above his head so I’m able to see it over the back of the couch.

Even at this distance, the glorious scent of coffee wafts in delicious streams towards me.

How did he know I was going to— ?

At my slight hesitation, he continues dancing his hand around, taunting me with the bean juice like he thinks he knows me so well.

Fuck me right in the ass, he does know me that well.

I walk over to him and his dirty, all-knowing smirk and move to sit down next to him, but, as usual, Cole has other plans.

With a wink, he wraps his free hand around my waist and lifts me onto his lap, refusing to let my ass touch the floor.

The coffee mug is placed into my hand a moment later, just as he moves my hair off of my shoulder and presses a kiss against my neck.

He lingers there, holding so still I’m almost afraid to breathe.

At my tense anticipation, I feel him smile against my skin.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His deep, rumbling voice travels right down my spine with every syllable.

“Morning, Doc.” I shiver as he continues to explore my shoulders with his mouth, barely touching my skin but igniting my senses all the same.

“Everything alright?” Cole continues, giving tiny little whispering kisses as he speaks.

“Mhmm.” I nod. I love it when Cole does this. Our check-ins. He always likes to make sure I’m ok, physically, mentally, and emotionally. It feels good to be cared for, even if I refrain from bringing up the fact that my reminiscent nightmare still clings to me.

“And how about now?” He drifts his fingertips across my collarbones, drawing goosebumps along the path and a soft moan from my chest .

“Mmmmm, good.” His hands follow a line along my shoulders, gliding down my arms before landing on my thighs with a teasing squeeze.

The panty melting groan he releases instantly throws my body into a shuddering, dick-crazed frenzy, my mind immediately pushing my morning woes to the back of the line.

“Cause after everything yesterday, I know that I, for one, am dying to lose myself in that sweet body of yours,” he continues, his voice taking on a deep, gravelly tone as he whispers his dark desires directly to my soul and awakening my inner harlot.

“I’m sure the guys are feeling the same way.

And since we don’t know how much longer we have in this place, I’d say, tonight, after we get situated and finish going through everything, we make the most of the space.

” He kisses down my jaw, his lips finding my frantic pulse when he grazes my throat.

“Take advantage of the security it offers.” His fingertips sweep below my waistline, skimming the sensitive skin just above where I ache for him and drawing small sensuous circles that drive me absolutely insane with lust, and want, and need.

“Maybe try out a few new things. What do you say?”

My brain skips a beat at the endless possibilities we have waiting for us tonight. All I can manage are a few visuals in my head of all three of them taking me over and over and over again. It’s like a montage of kink, cum, and sweaty limbs.

“Aly…”

Earth to Aly!

Oh, that’s right… .

“I’d say that sounds… Yup, let’s do that… All of that… Yes… Yes, please,” I ramble breathlessly, the epitome of an overenthusiastic bobblehead, as my brain continues to stutter like a burnt-out robot.

“Now that... is a very good girl.” He hums deep in his throat, his lips trailing suspensefully down my neck. Picking the perfect place to mark, he wraps his teeth around the area and bites, hard .

Fuck me, it’s going to be a good night.