“It’s not going to work this time. I’m not in the mood to play with you any more. You ruined it! You don’t have a romantic bone in your body.”
“No?”
“No!” Broni yelled at him, angry at the hiccup in her voice. She refused to cry in front of the insensitive fucker.
As soon as he’d transported them back to the bedroom, Broni tore herself out of his arms, turning away from him and crossing her arms over her stomach.
“Do you want me to bring Rhys back? I believe he did several romantic occasions—”
“Don’t do that!” Broni’s horrified outburst stopped his words.
“Why not?” His curious eyes took in her reaction.
“You can let him be in control again?”
“No. I am a whole soul now, but I can let parts of him surface. Why don’t you want me to let him surface?”
When Broni didn’t answer, she heard her warrior move to stand behind her. He wrapped his arms around her. “Because he hurt you when he turned away from you? Do you fear that if he surfaces again he will influence me in the same way?”
Broni nodded her head.
He buried his mouth in her neck. “He would not do that. He loves you also. All of me loves you, Broni.”
Broni heard him; she just didn’t believe him. Rhys had only one love and that had been Deena. She accepted that, but the warrior loved her and she didn’t doubt that. Yet, if she believed he loved her, then she had to trust him. She turned in his arms.
“I love you, Warrior.”
“All of me?”
“Yes, each arrogant jackass inside of you.” She wound her arms around his neck.
“But you don’t believe that all of me loves you?”
“I believe most of you does,” Broni clarified.
He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to their bed. Laying her down gently, he stood, taking off his clothes. Broni’s mouth went dry as he revealed each part of his body.
When he was completely naked, he sat down on the bed and then took off her t-shirt and jeans as if she would break. Tears came to Broni’s eyes at his tender care.
“Warrior…”
“Shh… let me make love to you. I can be the man you want me to be.”
“I don’t need you to be anyone other than yourself. Well, it would be nice if you changed your opinion on women.”
Warrior bent over her, taking a nipple in his mouth and biting down.
“Ouch! I thought you were going to be gentle.”
“When did I say I was going to be gentle? I said I can be the man you want me to be, and you don’t want gentle. You like me to fuck you hard.” His lips trailed downward until he was between her thighs where his mouth covered her pussy, driving his tongue inside of her then laving her clit with his tongue.
Broni fell back against the pillow, her pussy thrusting up toward his mouth as her hands gripped his hair. The warrior was making his claim on her flesh, driving her toward an orgasm, sending her over the peak of her desire until she came against his mouth. His tongue didn’t slow, drawing out her climax out.
Broni tried to roll away from his skilled mouth. “Warrior...”
He raised himself back on his calves, his cock standing hard. Flipping her on her stomach, he closed her legs and then lay down on top of her. Broni stiffened. She had never fucked him in this position. He slid into her in small thrusts.
“Warrior… Oh, Mother...” The position made her feel so tight that he had to push himself inside of her in small strokes. Broni trembled at the unbelievable pleasure. It actually felt like he was conquering her pussy an inch at a time.
“You like fucking me this way?”
“Oh, yes,” Broni groaned.
That was all the affirmation he needed. He pounded himself into her until she felt his balls against her ass, his thrusts shaking the bed. As Broni tried to move under him, she was held still. His body demanded her capitulation, to take what his hard cock gave in pounding thrusts or gentle glides. Broni was at her warrior’s mercy, and he showed her none, raising her desire to a pitch that had her screaming for release.
“Do you want to hear sweet words in your ear, or do you want me to tell you that your pussy is the only one I need, the only one I want?”
“I need to come!”
“Other women have had my cock, but not one had my heart until you.” His thrusts grew longer, harder, driving his words into her body and soul. “My heart, my soul… yours, only yours.”
Broni whimpered. “I believe you.”
“Was that romantic enough for you?”
“Yes!”
The slick slide of his flesh lunging inside of her drove her lust to a breaking point. Shudders attacked her body as her orgasm struck with an intensity that felt as if it was never ending. She felt her warrior thrust high as he came deep within her. Afterward, he moved to the side, leaving her to recover with his hand on her ass.
“You know the best thing about fucking you?”
“No, what?” Broni’s weak voice asked.
“It just makes me want more.”
Broni groaned.
Chapter 29
Broni handed more blankets to Abby and Zandra to give out to those in the compound. The weather was turning colder. She bit her lip as she thought, how are they supposed to care for all these people? The compound was stretched at the seams. They already had decided to let survivors stay in two of the three reserved RVs, however Adam refused to give up the last one, saying those inside the clubhouse needed it if they had to leave.
Broni didn’t know how much longer they would be able to stay at the clubhouse, either. The violence from the gangs was becoming increasingly vicious as they tried to get inside.
”Abby, can you and Zandra give out the rest while I go inside for the food?”
“Okay.” Abby took the rest of the blankets from her. Zandra and she then walked through the crowd, giving out the precious few they had remaining.
It had taken over three months for Abby to speak again, and Broni didn’t know if she would have if not for Zandra. The girl filled the hole Abby’s sister had left behind.
Broni opened four of the few precious cans of vegetables they had left to add to the meal of two chickens she had boiled earlier. Their supplies were growing dangerously low.
“Why are you frowning? It can’t taste that bad,” Warrior said, coming into the back room which could barely be called a kitchen with just a stove, fridge and a long table they used to prepare the meals.
“It’s not that. I’m worried about the food with so many to feed.”
“Adam and I are going out to search the highway.”
“Why the highway?”
“All the stores have been raided. We’re hoping to find some trucks that were carrying supplies into the city when they were attacked.”
“Be careful.”
He nodded his head. “Don’t worry about me, I’m not the one who’s mortal. You’re the one I’m concerned about. We will be gone for a longer period of time.”
Broni smoothed out his worried frown. “I’ll be fine.”
“I’m leaving Balder here.” Broni could see he wasn’t going to change his mind.
“Okay.”
He bent, kissing her mouth. “We should be back before nightfall.”
Bro
ni watched as he left, almost calling him back. She had a sick feeling in her gut that something terrible was going to happen. Instead, she turned back to the soup she was cooking. If they didn’t get more food soon, they would be turning on each other. Broni had seen too many massacres over food to call him back, though.
Time went by quickly. After feeding those inside the clubroom there was the cleanup to do. Abby and Zandra always pitched in to help while most of the other women who had been claimed by the clubhouse took care of the bikers.
They had developed a routine that worked for them during the day, and during the nights, the two women retreated to the back bedrooms. Broni had Adam find some books and movies for the girls, not wanting them bored.
Her warrior would carry her away for the nights, making love to her throughout the centuries that he chose to play in. She had been claimed by a gladiator, captured by a warlord, and thoroughly ravished by a Viking. Broni had enjoyed each and every one, but she had asked for her Viking master twice.
“Broni! Come quick!” Zandra came to the kitchen then ran back out.
Broni ran out to see the compound being attacked. The gates were wide open and the Drearien were overtaking and killing anyone they came into contact with.
“No!” Broni yelled, starting to run out the door only to have it slammed shut in her face.
“Get back!” Balder yelled. The huge man, whose hair was so blond it was almost white, barred the door, keeping her from helping those outside.
Broni looked around the clubroom to see who had made it inside. It was almost dark so most of the women had come inside already. Zandra was being held by Abby, whose pale face looked like she might faint at any moment.
“Harlow, bar the back door and push the table against it,” Balder ordered.
Broni rushed behind the bar, getting her sword to prepare herself. There was no way those doors would hold against the numbers outside who were attacking.
“Zandra, you and Abby go behind the bar with Dee and the others!” Balder’s yell had the women who had been frozen in shock now running toward the bar.
Broni went back to the door, looking out the window next to it. Adam had cut holes through the wooden shutters that were closed in emergencies. The front yard was littered with bodies. She turned away, unable to watch any longer when a movement caught her eye.