“No. We had a big copper tub that we filled with boiled water. Nothing like this.” The look she gave the bucket made him smile. She really had no idea how different city life and farming life were.
She took a seat on the toilet, which didn’t work. He had another bucket for her to do her business in.
“Are you going to sit and watch me wash?”
“Sorry, I’ll go.”
Penny started to leave the room. The sight of her ass made him call her name. “You can have the water after me.”
She didn’t turn around and nodded her head instead. Once she left the room, he climbed into the shower and removed his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free. The vein at the side pulsed thickly with his arousal. Grinding his teeth together, he took his shaft in hand and worked his length.
He tried to cut Penny from his thoughts, but her tantalising body and full, heart-shaped lips called to him. His hand fisted his cock as he thought about sinking into her tight heat. He didn’t know if she was virgin. Virgins didn’t remain so for long around these parts. He thought of her looking at him and begging for him to take her.
The thought was so primal and desperate that without thinking he called out her name. Pressing his palm against the snapped tile, he sensed her presence.
“Damon?” she asked.
That was all it took for him to explode over the wall and down the drain, the simple call of his name.
His heart pounded inside his chest, and his head throbbed from the release of his orgasm.
“Damon?” she asked again.
“Hold on,” he said. Grabbing the water and his make-do wash cloth, Damon cursed as he wiped his body with the cold water. When he’d taken as much as he could take, he washed the evidence of his orgasm away.
“The wash is free.”
He grabbed the towel, wrapped it around his hips, and climbed out. Damon didn’t look at her as he passed. Her scent invaded his senses, and he didn’t understand why.
Sex and women were easy for him to get where he worked. Penny was not the type of woman he went for. He liked them experienced and knowing the score.
Shaking his head, he walked toward his bedroom. He didn’t know what he was going to do with her.
Get laid, and you’ll be fine. You need to sink into a nice, willing woman, and everything will be fine.
He heard her singing in the shower and then a curse as she felt the cold water against her body. She didn’t let it affect her and kept singing. Her voice was out of tune, but the sound was nice to hear.
Get a grip, Wright. Letting your emotions lead you in this shit-hole will not help.
People died, and it was easier to never become attached to anyone.
The sound of her climbing out of the shower stall alerted him to her coming presence. In no time at all she stood in a towel in his bedroom. He zipped his jeans up and brushed past her.
She looked tempting, wet and waiting for him.
He rummaged around in her bag and threw some clothes at her. Her shirt hit her in the face.
“Get them on.”
“Why?” she asked.
“You could still be going home by the end of the afternoon. You’ve got to petition your stay here.”
He moved toward his kitchen. The place had no food left, and he’d need to get something to eat. Don would have some food waiting for him. The farms transferred food to him, and then Don distributed it. What they grew was supposed to last the whole area. From what Damon had learned all four areas spent the time to invest in farming. Producing natural food was preferable to taking the tablets.
She stood in the doorway to the bedroom.
“Shoo,” he said, giving her a hand gesture to get ready.
Penny stormed into his room. He imagined if he had a door she would have slammed it. Chuckling, he sat down on his sofa and waited. He flicked his knife open and closed. It was a knife he’d found going through some of the rubble left over by buildings.
She came through the doorway seconds later. Her hair was damp, and it looked like she’d run her fingers through it.
“I don’t own a brush,” he said. She shrugged her shoulders.
“We’d better go.”
He walked to his front door, kept his knife out, and unlocked all the bolts. Slowly he eased the door open, checking down the corridor before opening his door wider.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“A chance at a place and something else is too much temptation. You’re not safe no matter where you are.” He kept her behind him while he locked the doors. Damon grabbed her hand and walked down the stairs.
Pulling her along he checked the street and then began walking in the direction of the nightclub where he worked.
Several bodies lay in the street. Damon kept walking.
“Do you think we should wake them up?” she asked, looking at the bodies.