Chapter Four
Adam wasgiddy when we walked out of the supply shed with enough food for a week. It was hard to feel the same. People stared at our boxes laden with food. Some with envy and more than a few with anger.
We’d been smart about what we’d taken. Dried foods, stuff that would require more work to prepare but would stretch further. We’d also taken the space heater he’d found, which was what I carried.
A man stepped in front of us.
“You took more than your share.”
“Nope,” Adam said, keeping his tone friendly. “We filled twenty totes. Fourteen went to the fey. Six came here. Two totes worth is thirty percent. That’s our take for risking our lives to feed able-bodied people too afraid to fend for themselves. It’s what happens when you put some effort into surviving. You might want to give it a try tomorrow.”
He stepped around the man, and I hurried to follow, looking back in time to see the man spit on the ground in our wake.
“You shouldn’t goad them,” I said.
“They need goading. Until more people man up, no offense, and head out to get their own supplies, we’re going to be busting our asses on their behalf.”
I couldn’t disagree with him, but I also remembered Matt’s warning about painting a target on our backs. However, once we reached our house, everything was quiet. Adam put away the supplies, and I started dinner.
Rather than sit around after we finished eating, Adam went out to talk to Matt about his missing weapons. A day spent searching for hiding infected made me jumpy in the house by myself. I kept busy by sorting through the clothes that had been on our front step when we got home. The pile of clothing made me feel guilty that Adam had been so rude about our share of the food.
The door closed downstairs.
“June?” Adam called out.
“Here,” I answered.
He entered carrying his uncle’s shotgun and rifle.
“Matt wouldn’t give me the handgun yet,” he said. “He’s worried I’m going to cause trouble.”
Considering the way Adam grinned at me, Matt was absolutely right in that assessment.
Adam set the guns aside and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Guess what I found when we were out?” he whispered close to my ear.
“What?”
He held up a line of five condoms.
“Tell me you’re as ready to use one of these as I am.” He kissed the side of my neck, and I turned in his arms to smile at him. The oral sex had tapered off after the first few weeks. Neither of us had ever said no to the other. We’d just gotten caught up in the day-to-day worry of surviving.
“I’ve missed you,” I admitted.
He grinned, and the tender kiss he gave me quickly morphed into hunger as we both stripped out of our clothes and fell into bed. Adam immediately went down on me, and I groaned. It’d been far too long. Long enough that I didn’t care what he was doing to get me ready in a hurry.
When I was wet enough, he kissed his way to my breast, nipped me, then entered slowly while watching my face. I let him see everything I felt.
“I love you, June,” he whispered before kissing me again. I tasted myself on his lips as he picked up speed, building a fire within me. He groaned and broke away from our kiss, his rhythm not slowing.
“You feel so good, babe. I want to stay like this forever.”
He changed the angle of his thrust, and I made a small sound. He swore and faltered before hammering into me faster. I could feel him coming and hid my disappointment.
“Sorry, June. I lost it. You have no idea how hot it is when you do that. It’s been too long.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”