Free The Dust: Book Three - Sanctum by David H Sharp

metal fire escape, she leapt from the top and rolled across the tar and gravel roof. A naked male tried to grab her, but she was too fast. Swinging her leg around to catch his, he was brought crashing down to the sticky surface.
    Using her boot, she pressed hard on his throat. This kept him down on the ground. She used just one bullet in the forehead to finish him off.
    The fire escape started to tap once more, and Davis took aim, but lowered when she could see it was Waters who had followed her to the sheltered roof top.
    ‘You okay?’ He asked, wiping blood from his cheek.
    ‘Of course, it was a good job I was covering you.’ She smiled.
    ‘You had my back, I’ll give you that.’ He removed his gloves. ‘The all clear has been given. The area is safe.’
    ‘Damn.’ Davis put her gun down. ‘I was enjoying that.’ She unzipped her overall to let some air in.
    Waters laughed. ‘You are something else. I can see you love the thrill of the fight.’
    Davis’s heart was still pounding, he was right. She had never felt anything quite like it. Being so close to death but refusing to lie down. It was if you could peer over to the other side, knowing it could be the last minute of your life.
    She took a deep breath, she felt exhilarated. It was like every minute on this fucked up planet your senses were magnified. Live life to it’s fullest. Tomorrow you could be dead.
    Waters walked over to her with a swagger; he liked Davis, and she turned him on. He started to smile and gave her a wink.
    ‘You think you can just take me, do you?’ Emma Davis could see what he wanted and pushed him back aggressively.
    ‘Anytime I want.’ He unzipped his white overall and walked back towards her.
    ‘Oh yeah.’ Davis went to slap him. She was loving this feisty foreplay.
    Waters stopped her hand and pushed her over to the brick wall. ‘You want it?’ He asked with a steely glare.
    ‘You haven’t got the tools to do it.’ Davis growled back. Her heart now thumping out of her heaving chest.
    Waters pinned her up against the wall and lowered both her hands behind her back. He roughly kissed her neck, licking every inch.
    Davis tried to push him away but she was enjoying it too much, it took her breath away.
    Waters moved upwards, licking and kissing her chin and then her mouth.
    Davis bit hard. Deep into his bottom lip.
    Waters moved away and with his index finger touched his lip; blood was on the end of it.
    ‘Don’t be a pussy.’ Davis grabbed Waters by the back of the head and pulled him back in. ‘Give Mamma what she wants.’
    In seconds both pairs of white overalls were lying discarded on the flat tar roof.

Chapter Eight
    The next seven hours were spent sat in the damp cellar, watching the rain water trickle down the stone walls. Rats had started to scurry back indoors, out of the storm. Pip, armed with a small rusty spade, had soon sent them back the other way, only this time three or four down in numbers.
    ‘Daddy, I don’t like it here. I want to leave.’ This wasn’t the first time Amber had urged her father to move out of the cellar and back up onto the streets.
    ‘It’s raining sweetheart, we have to wait.’ Jake watched as Meredith nursed her baby, who was wrapped up in dirty rags.
    ‘Michael’s awake.’ Pip came bounding into the store area. ‘Don’t tell Michael I have given you oranges.’ He got down on his knees and clasped his hands together, as if he was begging. ‘Michael says we must leave the food for the others. Not to waste it.’
    Jake looked at the wiry haired old man kneeling in front of him. Who were the others?
    ‘Get up Pip.’ Amber didn’t like to see him sat on the damp floor.
    ‘Yes, don’t be silly.’ Jake grabbed the bony arm and helped the old boy up.
    ‘Peregrine!’ A big deep booming voice echoed through the cellar.
    Pip, agitated by the call, started to stumble about and stutter. ‘He’s awake, he’s a a a awake.’ He was visibly very scared.
    ‘Calm down