Free LustAfterDeath by Daisy Harris

rear end and he fed into her, slow and deep.
    Josie screamed at the first spasm of release, and his body
clenched in response. Bane answered each grip of her climax with a skyward
thrust and a shout of his own. Her body wrung out his orgasm and they clutched
each other and shouted in time until they collapsed onto their pallet, his cock
still shooting long jets into her warm, waiting depths.
     
    Josie’s every nerve tingled where she touched Bane’s skin,
and her soft internal places quivered against his hardness. She pressed a kiss
to his trembling lips. When Bane lifted his body from hers, Josie cupped his
face in her hands. “I like you so much.” She felt a shy blush climb her cheeks.
“You’re a much better husband than Adam.”
    He chuckled above her, each bounce of his body tickling and
bringing forth her own giggles. Bane shifted so he slipped from her center,
breaking the connection between them. “I should hope so.” His lips curved into
a smile, melting her heart. He pecked a kiss on her nose. Then Bane rolled onto
his back and tugged Josie into his side.
    Tendrils of worry wove through her, though she wasn’t sure
why. Josie pressed her cheek into his damp skin.
    “And when we get back, I’ll tell Frank to put something in
our new programming to hint we should get together.” He kissed her forehead,
and then breathed the scent of her hair.
    Doubts and irritation niggled at her buoyant mood, that
sense of unease growing. “What do you mean?”
    Bane spoke into her neck as he continued to nuzzle. “Well,
if he programs us too tightly we’ll fight it. I’ve seen that before. Everyone
resists commands.” He planted a long smooch on her shoulder. “Especially you.”
    A gust of wind rolled over the tent, sending a chill through
their little cave and setting the tiny hairs on her arms on end. Suddenly
hyperaware of her nakedness, Josie pulled away. “What if I don’t want to get
re-programmed?”
    Bane lifted himself to sitting and, with a hand at her rib
cage, tried to shift her onto his lap, but Josie scooted back to sit
cross-legged facing him. Feeling dampness creep from her center, she scanned
around the tent looking for something with which to clean herself.
Embarrassment and hurt mixed in a pungent cocktail, and hot wetness filled her
eyes.
    “Listen.” Bane handed her a wad of tissues from his pack.
“Maybe I should have mentioned this before, but I’m undergoing a re-set when we
get back too.” His eyes held sympathy, but not a smidge of the understanding
she wanted. “You won’t be the only one.”
    Her hand swiping between her legs, Josie pinned him with her
stare. “Why would you do that?”
    He scooted back a fraction. “It’s a long story. But I’ve
planned this for a long time. I need it.” He looked away, like he didn’t want
to meet her eyes. “I’ve been needing it for a long time.”
    Bane eased forward and smiled—that darn sympathy clogging his
handsome features. “You’ll have to teach me everything we just did all over
again,” he teased as he reached for her upper arm. “I hope I’m a fast learner.”
    Josie jerked away from his touch. “No.” She looked around
the tent, anywhere but at him.
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his arms go up as he
gestured. “I’ll be better. A better person. I’ll be the type of guy you
deserve.”
    Josie pinched her eyes closed on her tears. Without meeting
his stare, she pulled his t-shirt over her head and shoved her feet in his
oversized boots. “I need to pee.”
    He didn’t reply as she opened the tent’s flap and climbed
out into the cool morning air. She stalked a distance into the woods, feeling
as though metal poured into her spine. Josie stood taller, her chin lifting.
She would get this re-program Bane kept talking about. And she would ask this
Frank guy to program her never to speak to new Bane. Not ever.
    And he could waste away missing her.
    Her head so filled with anger-fueled power, Josie