The Last Mission of the Living (The Last Bastion #2)(41)

“You done being a wanker?” she asked.

Kicking his shoes and clothes away, he lifted her easily in his arms. “Absolutely.”

Giggling as he carried her into the sanitary station, Lindsey wrapped her legs around his waist. “It’ll be a tight squeeze.”

“My favorite kind,” he answered, and managed to get them both inside the small cubicle.

The door slid shut. Setting her feet down on the rubbery floor, Lindsey held her hand over the controls. “If we’re lucky, warm water. If we’re very lucky, hot water. And if we’re not lucky, cold.”

Torran stared at the showerhead over his head. “I’m feeling lucky. Go for it.”

Lindsey hit the on button and the hot water splattered over their bare skin. “You’re lucky.”

“In more ways than one.”

Sliding her fingers over his short hair, she pulled him in for another kiss as his hands traveled over her body. It was always awkward at first with a new lover, but Torran didn’t take very long to discover her most sensitive places. When he dragged his fingers lightly up her spine, she nearly squealed with delight. Tangling his fingers in her hair, his lips assailed hers with an unhurried passion that she found intoxicating. He was taller and stronger than Vaja, and the space was cramped. When they bumped the controls and soap poured over them, they both laughed aloud.

“Oops,” Lindsey said, then used the soapy suds as an excuse to glide her hands over his torso to his hardness pressing into her thigh.

“We could probably slip and die in here,” Torran decided pressing his forehead to hers as he gasped.

“What a way to go though, huh?” She stroked him firmly, loving the feel of how thick and hard he was in want of her.

“The best.”

“And would you hurry up and f*ck me,” she whispered against his lips.

With a little growl, Torran lifted and pinned her to the slippery wall. Kissing her feverishly, he angled himself to enter her. For a split second, Lindsey wondered if this was the wisest thing for her do in light of her break up with Vaja, but then struck down that thought. Life was short and full of pain. Pleasure was a gift to be enjoyed.

Comprehending Torran was waiting for her final invitation, she sucked on his bottom lip and rubbed the slick folds of her core against the head of his cock, before pressing herself onto him. Closing her eyes, she dug the tips of her fingers into his shoulders and clung to him as he started to thrust into her. His wet hair hanging nearly in his eyes, he kissed her cheeks, nose and lips before bending down to capture one of her hard pink nipples between his teeth.

The confines of the shower only made their situation more erotic and somewhere in the back of her mind Lindsey was glad she’d never lured Vaja into the shower with her. This was her and Torran’s unique little tryst. When she came hard against him, she clung to him with her arms and legs to enjoy the almost overwhelming sensation of him plunging harder into her as he stroked his way to his own orgasm. Just as he let out a guttural moan of pleasure and came inside her, the rolling black out hit the small flat. They were instantly plunged into darkness.

Torran’s lips found hers again and he kissed her passionately as he finished filling her. Legs trembling, she slid them down over his hips to settle on the floor. Still in the dark, she panted from both pleasure and exertion.

“So,” Torran said after a second. “Is there a manual release on this shower door, or are we stuck in here?”

“We could go for another round,” Lindsey answered in a husky voice.

In the darkness, she swore she saw him grin. “Well, not opposed to that...”

She found the manual release and the door creaked open. “But let’s do that in my bed where it will be a lot warmer.”

With a grin, Torran hoisted her up in his arms and carried her out.



*



Exhausted, panting, and sore as hell, Torran lay on the bed next to Lindsey, listening to her breathing. The rolling blackout was over and after three solid hours of the best sex of his life, he almost wished the lights hadn’t come back on. But it did give him an obscenely great view of Lindsey’s ass as she leaned over the rail of the bed in an attempt to reach the tequila bottle they’d left on her small counter.

The walls of her flat were covered in glossy images she must have cut from old magazines and books, or printed from the photo archives. Caught in the illumination cast by the lamps, the pictures of long dead people and lost places made him curious about why Lindsey collected them.

“Got it!” She sat up, holding the half-empty tequila bottle in one hand. She took a swig, flinched, then handed it to him.

Torran dragged her over to him, poured the liquor over her breasts and lapped it off her nipples. This elicited a delighted giggle from her, which is exactly what he’d wanted to hear. He loved her laugh. It was without restraint, just like Lindsey. He’d met some powerful and smart women in his days on earth, but she was rather fearless in a way that terrified and enthralled him at the same time.

“What the hell was that?”

“I improvised,” he replied with a wink.

Her hair was a mess, sticking out of her now completely destroyed braids. Only a few strands were still clinging to her original hairdo. She was beautiful, and he knew that he was in awful danger if he stayed with her the rest of the night. Lindsey had made it very clear that they were at the start of a friendship, not a romance. The sex had been about physical pleasure, and he knew that. It had been fun f*cking her, but he’d been very aware that it had been just that. And he also knew that if he wasn’t careful, he’d want it to be more. Right now he couldn’t afford to invest his heart. Too much in life was uncertain, and he’d rather just enjoy the better moments and not fixate on making anything permanent in his life. The thought of venturing beyond the wall filled him with dread. Someday, it would be his turn not to return.