Eve Langlais - Apocalypse Cowboy

On the third day of Brody’s absence, she packed some special photos of her family to take with her when she heard the sound of bikes.

He’s back, and I’ll bet Beth’s come with him to help convince me. Smiling she went out to the front porch eager to see their faces when she told them of her decision. Shading her eyes, she peered into the distance and counted three bikes approaching. And judging by the flags fluttering from their tails, none of them was Brody’s.

Cursing herself for being stupid, she ducked into the house and slammed the door shut. Grabbing the shotgun, she ran into the kitchen and thumbed the lock there too, glad Brody had repaired the door after she’d blasted it. She prayed the strangers on the bike hadn’t seen her.

With sweaty hands, she checked the shotgun chambers and waited. The sound of the bikes approaching got louder and louder, then faded, as they drove on past the house.

Hannah sagged with relief and remained inside for the next few hours, just in case. Around dinner time, she finally unlocked the kitchen door to make a run to the well. Good thing she’d decided to move, this no running water problem was getting annoying real fast.

When she got back to the house, she locked the door behind her again and started chopping up veggies for her supper. A sound from the living room had her pausing. What the hell was that?

Clutching the knife, she inched out into the hallway quietly. She didn’t hear any more noise. Chiding herself for being jumpy, she strode to the living room and then stopped dead in shock as a scruffy man looked over at her from the photo album he was flipping through.

“Hello there, pretty girl.”

Hannah swallowed her fear and in a voice that trembled just a little said, “Please leave. My boyfriend will be back any time now.”

“Ooh, Look at me I’m shaking in my boots.” The stranger leered at her. “You know how long it’s been since I’ve had a woman?”

Hannah felt panic clawing at her and waved the knife at him in shaking hands. “Don’t come near me. Please just go. Brody will hurt you if he finds you here.”

Moving quickly, the thug knocked the knife out of Hannah’s sweaty grasp. She watched with horrified eyes as it spun off out of reach. “Well, since your boyfriend is coming then we’d better leave quickly. Oh and to make sure he doesn’t follow…” With a nasty smile, the scruffy man flicked a lighter and lit the edge of the photo album. Hannah, in the grips of an intense terror, whirled to run only to smack into another intruder who smelled like he hadn’t bathed since the end of the world.

Brody, help me!

A sense of foreboding had Brody driving fast and hard, weaving through the obstacle course that led home.

The trip with Fred had taken him longer than expected having to go slower with the old man and making more frequent stops. Fred had been welcomed by a tearful Beth. Joel had also promised to watch over him. Brody had wanted to return to Hannah then but had been further delayed in the hunt for a new wheelchair for Fred, unable to leave him until he knew the old man was mobile.

Brody had finally left first thing that morning, anxious to return to his stubborn kitten and unable to shake a feeling of dread.

A dread that turned into horror when he saw the smoke billowing in the sky where Hannah waited.

Accidental fire or intentional? The question plagued him as he had to choose between stealth and speed. Knowing how careful Hannah was about all things flammable, he opted for sneaking in. He stashed the bike and hot footed it into the fields that led right up to the house, the long stalks offering him concealment.

He held his handgun in one hand with the safety off and as he prowled through the forest of corn, the rustle of his movement masked by a breeze, he mentally prepared himself for what he might find.

When he reached the edge of the field, he crouched down and crept forward. The smell of smoke drifted thickly here, and he could see the orange and red flickers of flames as they hungrily devoured the old farmhouse. An icy hand squeezed his heart, and he almost ran out into the open, but common sense prevailed. Hugging the edge of the field, he kept moving and was rewarded with the raucous sound of laughter. His eyes scanned the trio of men as they passed a bottle and pointed at the burning house. A lump on the ground moved, and one of the men reached down. Brody heard a whimpering cry.

Hannah!

With no thought for his own safety, he charged at the bastards, determined to save the woman he loved.

Hannah saw him first, like a dark shadow flowing from the corn field, one who stalked with a determined purpose, for her. A cowboy born of the apocalypse taking the law into his own hands.

Brody aimed his hand gun and fired. With a gurgling sound, one of the scumbags who’d accosted her dropped. Hannah scrambled backward on the ground as the leader reached down to grab her.

“Stupid fucking bitch.” Those were his last words as Brody’s next shot took him out too.

The third attacker fled into the deepening twilight, but Hannah only had eyes for one person.

“Brody,” she breathed, so happy he’d come back and saved her from a fate worse than death.

He tucked his gun into his waistband and swooped her up into his arms. Only when he’d marched a fair distance from the burning house did he unclench his jaw enough to speak. “Did they hurt you?”

“No. You arrived just in time.”

Brody didn’t respond. He just kept walking, and Hannah wondered where the hell they were going but, exhausted and in a bit of shock now that the danger had passed, she just lay her head on his shoulder and let herself relax in his embrace.

His destination turned out to be his bike.

“Can you hold on?”

Nodding, she clambered on behind him and held him tight as he carefully drove ‘til they reached the town’s only motel.

He said not a word as he led her into the room, but his hands and mouth spoke for him as soon as he shut the door. He took her into his arms and kissed her with urgency.

Just as frantic, she clung to him, her hands pulling at his shirt. But he was too impatient and, to be honest, so was she. He unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down ‘til she could step out of them.

“Brace yourself,” he whispered, turning her so her backside was spooned into his groin.

Shuddering with desire, Hannah placed her palms on the wall and bent forward, pushing her ass against his hard shaft.

He reached between her legs, and she heard him grunt when his fingers ran across her already slick cleft. Spreading her nether lips, he guided his cock into her, his thick pulsing length making Hannah sigh.

His hard length stroked her, pumping into her silken folds. Hannah loved the feel of his hands on her hips as he pounded her faster and faster. His rapid breathing was more erotic than any spoken words. His lips latched onto the back of her neck and sucked the tender skin making her shudder. And he pumped her faster and harder, his velvety length slamming into her even as his fingers dug into her soft flesh. Knowing his pleasure lay just a few thrusts away, Hannah took one hand off the wall and, licking a finger, found her clit and rubbed it. When he came with a bellow, driving himself to the hilt inside of her and holding it, Hannah followed, her orgasm rippling around his pulsating length.

His hands moved from her hips to turn her around so he could hug her and bury his face in her hair. They embraced tightly for several moments.

Finally he spoke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take you so rough.”

“It’s okay. In case you didn’t notice I like it too.”