“Malaysia, make them stop it! We can catch Chad another day!” It shouldn’t happen at the expense of innocent, nosy bystanders. After this, Malaysia and I were possibly going to be harshly evicted. I would worry about that another time. Too many people were at risk now.
Abruptly, the shooting, rageful cursing, and peeling tires decreased to nothing. Malaysia was whipped off me. I was in Tobin’s arms. So help me God, I would never leave them again.
Tobin
Two minutes earlier
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Andre and I were of the same mind when I sprang out of the truck, witnessing him do the same a split second later. He let fly from his Desert Eagle. I couldn’t join him until I safely passed by Malaysia at the wheel of his truck. Chad stopped attacking and started backing up. On my way to the backside of Andre’s rental, I watched his rounds bounce off Chad’s windshield. The fucker was bulletproof, likely the windows too.
“Tires!” I roared. Andre redirected. We ran toward the truck, pumping the wheels full of lead together to no avail. Chad had spent major coins on rubber that didn’t go instantly flat when pierced. Dammit! There had to be a way to get to him. Then, he wheeled around to race up the street, giving us the perfect bullseye. “Doors!”
We emptied our weapons on the truck’s body to the tune of shells hitting the ground at a fast tempo. Bullets sparked off the body but didn’t penetrate. No matter where we aimed, we couldn’t hit Chad, who was hauling ass away. Andre leaned back and slung a curse up to the sky. An almost irrational urge to check on Cherise built in my chest. I couldn’t and wouldn’t defy it, whirling around to the scene of two pairs of legs sticking out of my truck. Cherise and Malaysia were on top of one another in the floorboard fussing.
Andre ran over with me to my truck. “Those two are weird.”
“They’re sisters of the heart,” I explained the best I could while picking up Malaysia by the hips. I passed her to Andre then liberated Cherise. She soared up my body, wrapping around me like a boa constrictor.
Sirens began blaring off in the distance. I groaned into her hair. We’d have to deal with the always-late authorities for the second time in hours when all I wanted to do was take her away from it all. Chad could not have her regardless of how much he coveted her.
“We meet again,” Detective Cortez announced himself.
Trembling and regarding him angrily, Cherise dropped down to her feet, linking our hands. “He’s broken the law this time, Detective. He almost killed us. What are you going to do about him now?”
“Catch him if your Marines don’t kill him first. I’m not going to tell you not to defend yourselves the next time he comes for you. But a good place to do it would be at your office. No collateral damage, you know what I mean?” He had just given us the go-ahead to take Chad out, but we didn’t need it. “In the meantime, let’s go inside and get all your accounts on what happened here while my men investigate.”
We were instructed to leave the trucks where they were. Cherise and Malaysia invited Cortez in, supplying us all with refreshments. After making sure each person’s thirst would be quenched, a still trembling Cherise sat down beside me and told her side of the story. Malaysia ordered food and waited until it was her turn to give testimony. Detective Cortez kept us for two hours. Long enough for Cherise to eat and calm down. She hardly did either. It was up to me to get her to relax in the middle of a shitstorm. I wished myself good luck with that.
Andre offered to take care of the trucks and find us other modes of transportation. After the detective left, I took Cherise upstairs to her room, where I hoped to get her to lay down and talk some if she felt like it. That wasn’t what she wanted in the least. The second I closed her bedroom door, she was on me. My hands snaked around her waist and held her in place as we took turns devouring each other’s mouth savagely.
Somewhere in between, “Fuck me, Tobin,” flowed from her softly.
All my good sense evacuated my mind as I palmed the sides of her face and drank her in. “Sweetheart, are you sure about this? We don’t have to do this now.” That wasn’t what my erection believed, but I wasn’t ruled by that part of me. Yet.
When the clothes came off, all bets were off. I had to know Cherise was in her right mind prior to me fucking her brains out.
Cherise
I was only going to explain this once to Tobin. “I’m having an after-disaster primal reaction, Tobin. It’s a way to cope with terrifying feelings of fear, vulnerability, and the end of the world, so to speak.”
My survival instincts were on overload. I was frenzied to connect with him. The primal side of me was petrified that this could be the last and only time to know him fully, biblically. End of the world sex happened a lot more commonly than people thought. Tobin should understand more than anyone as a Marine. Soldiers going to war would marry on a whim for the sake of continuing their bloodlines. An influx of babies always came nine months after a catastrophe that affected many.
As far as I knew, it was about to be the end of my world if Chad had anything to do with it. I was taking Tobin for myself before my adversary struck again. Realistically, neither of us knew how we’d come out in the next altercation. Chad was becoming ruthless in his pursuit. Refusing to let him dictate one more aspect of my world, I reversed from Tobin to tug my dress up my body. The dress went flying over by the chest of drawers near the bathroom’s entrance. His face exploded with shock, mouth falling open as if this was the first time he’d seen a woman in black lace bra and panties. Or, no one had come onto him.
Noticing he wasn’t removing his clothes too, my nerves start to lag, fingers stilling on the rim of my underwear. “Tobin, if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.”
He invaded my personal space, taking ahold of my jaw in both hands. “Oh no, don’t stop. I’m enjoying the hell out of this, but you can stop thinking this is your last hurrah and ultimate ‘fuck you’ to Chad before the final showdown. I’m going to make damn sure he isn’t the reason you leave this earth.” Damn, he knew me well.
I took his waist hostage in my hands. “So, you do understand what I’m feeling?”
“Crystal-clear on it,” he endorsed. “I wanted to make sure you’re conscious of what you’re doing.”
“I know. I knew last night. I knew the day before. I think I knew the night we met.”
He coasted his lips over mine teasingly, stealing my lungs’ ability to function. “I know that I knew the night we met, Cherise, that you should be mine. That moment has come.”
His lips reached for mine. I reached for his pants. We multitasked, undressing swiftly and tasting one another thoroughly, frantically. Naked and on the bed with him layered over me, I skimmed my fingertips along the V above his hips, exploring his body. His abs contracted under my thumbs. His hips rolled. The tip of his dick raided the slit of my womanhood. He stared down into my eyes, a wealth of emotions in his.