The Last Legacy (Season 1): Episodes 1-10 (34 page)

Leaning back to help me out, he quickly shed his pants, kicking them off the bed and onto the floor. I took a second to admire him in all his nakedness. He wasn’t a perfect man by any standards. His nose bent to the side, and his lips were a bit too big. A scar tainted his eyebrow that looked like it needed stitches but never got them.
 

But every aspect of him appealed to me. His rugged attitude and overwhelming possessiveness made me want to let him take me and do whatever he wanted. I could feel my wetness, smell my arousal, and he had barely done a thing. I didn’t understand the innate attraction between us, but I loved it. I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand and reached into his tight gray underwear. My breath got caught in my throat as I grabbed him, slowly pumping my hand up and down.
 

He felt right in my hand—like this was fated. He lay down beside me pulled me with him. I continued to stroke him as his hand found its way into my pants. I pulled back a bit.
 

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice breathy.

“I just—I don’t want you to touch me there.” My face burned hot, my ears on fire. I buried my head under the pillow. It had been two weeks now, and I hadn’t shaved or showered. Truthfully, it was stupid that I was embarrassed by it, but I couldn’t help my emotions.
 

“Did something happen?” he asked. “My brother?” He reached over and pulled the cover off of me. His wide eyes bore into me as he sat up in the bed.

“No!” I grabbed his shoulders and made him look at me. “I just haven’t, like, cleaned much. You know?” I widened my eyes, cocking my head to the side so I didn’t have to say it aloud. I sounded like a pre-teen.
 

“So?” he asked back almost immediately.
 

“It’s just kind of embarrassing.”

“I don’t care, Lana.” He leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was soft, caressing my lips with his own. His hand cradled my cheek gently as his thumb brushed against my lower lip.
 

“Can I come in now?” he asked with a smile in his voice. I glared and nodded as his fingers crawled their way down my chest to my stomach and then broke the barrier of my yoga pants.
 

The second his fingers circled me, my insecurities washed away. I arched into his touch, his lips kissing my cheek down to my neck. I moaned as he played with me. I squeezed hard, making his breath falter.
 

“Jesus, Lana.” I smiled as I kissed his salty neck, unable to hide the overwhelming sense of joy inside me. I ground against his hand, pressure building inside of me. He pumped his hips to the pace of my hand. It moved so fast. I didn’t want this to end yet; I needed more. I didn’t know when we’d be together again. He circled me, and all my thoughts faded. The feel of him took over.

“More,” I panted out, begging. “More.”

“I don’t know if we can.” Jim withdrew his hand from me, and I nearly fainted. The loss hurt. He pulled his underwear over himself and jumped off the bed. I heard drawers opening and then slamming shut, way too loud in the quiet room. But I didn’t want to look up. I was still riding a wave of bliss.

“Score.” He flashed the square metallic wrapper as he jumped back onto the bed and hovered over me. I smiled and nodded.
 

He pulled his briefs down and ripped the foil open with his mouth. I laid below him, completely vulnerable. His eyes roamed over me as he smiled. The condom stretched over him. His fingers rolled it to his base.

He grabbed the folded over part of my yoga pants and dragged them down my legs. I bucked upwards, hurrying him since he took too long. He threw them over his shoulder, greedily taking my hips in both of his hands and pulling me up towards his mouth.
 

His teeth nipped at my hip bones as his hands squeezed my ass. His fingers dug into my flesh so hard it hurt. When he released, it was like all of the blood in my body rushed to the surface of my skin. I grabbed his arm and tugged him towards my face, wanting more right that very second.
 

He positioned his hips in line with mine. His hardness pushed against my stomach, just sitting between us like a whispered promise. My heart fluttered. Excitement throbbed through my whole body. I practically panted as I waited for him to push inside.
 

“Please,” I begged him, our eyes clashing together. He raised his eyebrows. I nodded in response. I grabbed his back and tugged him against me. Our naked chests pressed, his heart erratic like mine.
 

He reached his hand between us and grabbed himself. I bucked my hips upwards, pressing him inside of me. I gasped when he slid all of the way in. I was so wet, yet it still hurt as it stretched me.

He circled his hips. I moved with him, lifting my butt so he was as deep as he could get. My entire body ignited, burning from my core to all of my extremities. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer, and kissed him. I shut my eyes and drank in the moment.
 

One of his hands reached between us and massaged my breast. His other hand palmed my ass as he guided me, our movements in sync. I shut my eyes, letting my head fall back as I let only emotions fuel me.
 

“Oh my God,” I told him as he buried his head in my neck. He panted loudly, his chest pressing against mine again. I swirled my hips, loving the feel of him grinding against me. He made a sound that drove me nuts, filling me with accomplishment.

I did it again, grinding against him and squeezing his shoulders to make it deeper. He moaned—no, growled, against my ear, his voice gravelly.
 

“That’s fucking amazing, Lana. You feel so good around me.”

Three loud knocks on our door made Jim jump off of me. In a second, I was empty. My heart leapt out of my chest, and I grabbed the comforter, quickly wrapping it around my bare body.
 

“Hi, um, sorry. I have an infected people problem near the back window. Would you mind sending someone to help me?” the old man asked from the other side of the door. Jim looked at me with a frown on his face and then at the door.
 

“Sure. Can you give us a second?” Jim’s voice sounded like he was in the middle of working out.
 

“No problem. Just, uh, kind of fast, all right? I’m no good at holding them off alone.” Jim shook his head and then looked back at me with his eyebrows pinched together.
 

“It’s okay,” I told him as I tugged the blanket around me. The eaters were a bigger issue than my lack of sexual completion. I wasn’t so selfish that I’d force him to finish me off. “Just come back to me.”

“I will.”
 

He walked towards the bed. I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he leaned forward and grabbed his shirt from within the tangle of sheets. He pulled it over his head, then put on his pants and shoes, holstering his gun and knife in the belt.
 

“Don’t get hurt.” I smiled despite the strange sense of sadness in my gut.

“I won’t.” This time when he came towards me, I expected nothing, knowing he had to rush to help the old guy. But he surprised me and grabbed my neck. He pulled me forward, kissing me like he’d actually miss me, not leaving any questions in my head. I smiled as his lips left mine, my head spinning.
 

The door shut with a subtle click behind him, and I let out a breath I didn’t know I held in. I glanced around the room and then down at myself. Holy shit. We had sex. His hands were on me, exploring me. Neither of us finished, but that still counted, right?
 

God. The stupid old guy had to come ruin it. A dull ache remained in the depths of me. I squeezed my legs together and fell back into the pillows. I imagined Jim’s face, full of need. I had wanted him so bad. I still did. I couldn’t pause the world around me, so there was nothing more to be said. It was over.

I left my sports bra on the floor and pulled a shirt back over my head. I found my pants behind the headboard and put them on as well. I lay down in the bed, my head on the pillows, my body tucked into the fluffy comforter and under the sheets.
 

In my real life, I’d probably flip on the TV to some late night comedy show or old nineties show reruns. But that wasn’t possible. So I fished around the bedside table for something to read or do.
 

Luckily, whoever lived here before liked puzzles because there was a shelf full of crosswords, Sudoku, and maze workbooks. I picked up the Sudoku book and found a pen in the drawer.

Two puzzles later, Jim still hadn’t returned. The ink dried out of the pen, and I couldn’t find another one. My eyelids drooped, my mind fuzzing. I couldn’t even remember what number I tried to fill in. I wanted to stay awake until Jim returned, but I struggled with my hold.
 

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remembered was waking up to Jim climbing into the bed. I jolted up, staring around the foreign room that was no longer lit by the moon.
 

“Hello?” I asked as I rolled over.

“It’s just me.” Jim’s arms wrapped around my mid-section and tugged me towards him so my ass pressed against his front. I relaxed at his touch.
 

“Do you want to—”

“Just go back to sleep.” He kissed the back of my head, and I fell back asleep in a blissful, warm peace.

I awakened to the foreign smell of burning bacon. My stomach gurgled so loud, maybe that was what woke me up. Sun streamed in through the white curtains in the dark blue bedroom. I turned over onto my stomach and stretched out like a kitten. I reached for the other side of the bed, only to find it vacant.
 

Jim had left. I squashed the rejection in my gut and hopped down from the bed. I dressed fast and trekked down to find a bathroom. After checking two doors, only to reveal a closet and bedroom, I opened the next. Scarlet sat on the ground in front of the toilet, her hands resting on the rim.
 

“What’s wrong?” I ran in and kneeled beside her. Worry clouded all my other thoughts. Had she been sick?

“It’s so stupid, right? I mean, I hardly knew him, yet I feel so shitty. I’m a fucking idiot. Right?” She dropped her head in her hands, her body shaking as she sobbed. I reached over her and shut the toilet, waste making the room unbearable to breathe in.

“You liked him. You’re not an idiot.” I rubbed her back as I bent down beside her.

“I didn’t even know him. How can you justify your relationship with Jim? I mean, you can’t love him. That’s insane. I know I didn’t love Kev, but it still hurts.” She looked up at me, her eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot like she’d been crying for hours.

“You don’t have to know someone for a long time to care.” I recoiled away from her. Her words personally attacked me. Like she called me out for liking Jim or something. Maybe I was being stupid for caring, but I didn’t know what she expected. I cared about her, too.
 

“Can you just leave me alone?” she said as she lowered her head, dismissing me.

“Sure.” I nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind me. I still had to go to the bathroom. After searching nearly the entire upper floor, I found a bathroom attached to the master bedroom. It was small, just a sink and toilet. I locked myself inside.
 

An oval mirror hung above a pedestal sink. I didn’t look at myself before I used the toilet. I couldn’t avoid my reflection as I went to wash my hands, but as I turned the handle, I remembered that it didn’t work.
 

My skin looked horrible. Red splotches and blemishes dotted my face from not having any face wash. Dark circles under my eyes contrasted my greenish pale skin. I had gotten a decent amount of sleep, so the exhausted look on my face surprised me. My cheeks sunk in.
 

The gash. Oh my God. I leaned close to the mirror to examine the cut on my face that Jim had to stitch up a few days ago. I pressed my finger against it, the thread rough. It had completely scabbed over in yellowish brown flakes. The actual cut was outlined with puffy, red skin. I knew it would leave a nasty scar.

“Hello?” Someone knocked hard on the bathroom door. I jumped and bashed my head against the mirror. I groaned and reached for the door, opening it a crack. “You okay?” Jim asked as he stepped in towards me.
 

“Fine. Just, you know.” I sounded like a moron. I ran my hand through my mess of hair and threw it up into a pony tail that more resembled an overused broom.
 

“This guy has food.” Jim’s eyes lit up as he wiggled his eyebrows. I contained my emotions over whatever we did last night. I reached towards him and pulled him into a hug, squeezing his middle. He laughed and hugged me back. But the smell pulled us down the stairs.
 

We walked into the now lit-up kitchen. Warm accents and pictures covered the walls, making the place feel homey. All the floors were wood, the walls darker colors yet barn-like. The kitchen had yellow walls with white fixtures. It screamed Country Home and Garden.