Page 74 of The Final Storm
How many people have lost their lives because of this?
“Will it be underwater?” I ask.
“Based on the habitats we were building, and what I’ve seen… I don’t think so.” Sam offers a tight smile.
He’s not sure.
“And what if we just row our little boat around for months and never find a place to land?” I stammer.
“I don’t think that will happen, but if it does, we have enough supplies. We’ll just come back to the island. Dean won’t be able to find us while we travel, and it buys us time. We’ll drop this out in the ocean and let the current take it away.” Sam holds up the tracker, still encased in the blood-stained bag. “We’ll finally be rid of him.”
There’s a flash of me again, facing a storm coming for us. I’m not on the boat or in the water, but it feels like I’m floating. It’s gone just as quickly and I stumble back, Sam’s arms surrounding me.
“What was that? Did you see him?” Sam asks.
“I-I don’t know what I saw,” I answer. “It was just a flash of the storm. Last time it was several flashes of things.”
“Anything new?”
I shake my head. “It looked the same, but I felt like…”
“Like what?”
A laugh escapes my throat. “Like I was floating up. That’s so odd.”
Sam moves his hands behind my neck, and I arch up to look at him. “You are an oddity?” he whispers.
“If that’s supposed to be romantic, you missed the mark.”
“I like unique things. Keeps life interesting.” He tilts his head, his eyes casting across my face. I’m happy to leave this place where things felt so wrong with us. I’m grateful for what the Galene gave our family, but there’s a need inside me to leave with this man. A man I can’t imagine being without.
“For once, I’d like to have things the same,” I lament. “Boring. Predictable.”
“Is that so?” Sam’s kiss barely touches mine, and his tongue traces along my bottom lip. One hand lowers down my back and around my waist while his other reaches the button on my pants. “You don’t like to be surprised?”
He pops the button open and lowers my zipper, moving his face to the side of my neck. His lips find that spot that makes me shiver while his tongue runs along my pulse.
“How can I keep things familiar for you?” he whispers into my skin. I push my pants down, ready to have him while we have the chance. I don’t know how many more opportunities we’ll find alone together. We both know this moment may be our last for weeks… months. I’m ready to make it count.
When I feel the trail of his fingers, I part my legs for him. “This feels the same,” he says, kissing down my neck. “Always wet for me, ready for my mouth. My cock.” Those words send a jolt of electricity to my core, and I dig my fingernails into his muscled biceps. He circles my clit a few times, then moves his touch across my opening, slowly pressing one finger inside. I catch my breath, clenching myself around his touch.
“This heat feels the same.” He adds another finger, moving them back and forth in the perfect rocking motion while his thumb presses down on my clit. “Is it boring? Too predictable?”
I shake my head. “N-no,” I whimper. He rocks with me, curling and pressing his fingers inside me until I’m thrusting against him.
He kisses my mouth, pressing his tongue between my lips, moving with the same motion as his hands, making me spiral closer to the edge. Pulling away, he gives me a guilty grin, knowing he’s torturing me. “Do you taste the same today?” His eyes flicker down as he licks his lips.
When he removes his hand from my soaked panties, lifting his wet fingers to his lips, I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. His eyes don’t leave mine when he licks them clean.
I stare at him with quick soft breaths, my heart racing and flushing my cheeks. Every time with him makes my pulse race. It’s always thrilling to be adored by him, and have his attention wrap around me, making me feel this way.
He slides my hand into his pants, undoing his button as I push further inside.
His cock bobs when I wrap my fingers around his thickness. “Is that predictable, too?” he breathes. “How hard you make me? How I react to you?”
I run my fingers across the soft skin, feeling every vein until I reach the slick tip.
A smile creeps up his lips. “Is this boring enough for you?” He loves to mock and tease me, but this is a new level. “Do you want me to do something unpredictable?”
