Surge by Katelin;katie LaMontagne Read Free Book Online Page B

it’s more like ‘prude . ’ Just last night she huffed in disgust and whined her refusal when I dared suggest she turn over so that I could take her from behind. I mean, who does that? I just wanted to stifle the awful porn-like noises a smidge, and hide her pouty face, so that I could concentrate on visualizing someone else.
    Like an actual porn star, who knows how to use her body, rather than sit there and not give an inkling of participation. Victoria doesn’t even wrap her legs around me, the lazy ass, even when she’s the one who demands missionary sex and turns her nose up to everything else. Fuck that, vanilla sex is boring.
    That thought’s the one that seals it for me. I’ve finally decided, and table leg it is. At least it won’t complain at all of the different positions I want to do, hell, Diney won’t make a single one of those horrid noises. I’ll be breaking out the tool kit as soon as we get back, and I make a side note to remember to grab a crowbar to pry the evicted red head from my king sized mattress.
    With that decided, I turn back to the present as opposed to yet another poor sexual encounter, in favor of guzzling down the black tar in my cup. I slowly savor the feeling of warmth pouring down my throat until it hits my gullet like the bombardment that was dropped last year. Shaking out my limbs, I do a couple of jumping jacks to get the blood flowing and immediately start to feel better. Sweet caffeine, you are and will remain the one and only love of my life.
    “You’re like a freaking crack addict taking a hit,” John says with a revolted expression. I just flip him off, because, hello? How the hell would I be able to function without my caffeine fix?
    “We leave in five.”
    I snatch the box of cereal from John as I walk out and hear him curse behind me, but I just ignore it and shove some oats into my mouth. Chowing down a good three handfuls, I toss the box on the coffee table next to our supply packs. Strapping my thigh holster on my left leg, I load my hunting blade along with four kitchen knives into the loops. Next is the shoulder strap for my 9mm. Checking the safety, since I don’t want to add an extra hole in my ass, I shove a spare gun in the back of my pants. I fill the pockets of my cargo pants with granolas, the oat cereal, a water canteen, ammo and a flashlight before I’m ready to go.
    When I reach the courtyard, I see that Cory and Sarah are already waiting for the sendoff. Sarah runs over and hugs me as if it’s the last time she’ll ever see me again. I respond in kind, because there does happen to be the miniscule chance that my awesomeness is too much for the wheezers to resist. John receives the same treatment from Sarah when he finally arrives.
    “We’ll be back by sundown,” I promise her when she pulls back with tears streaming down her face.
    “Stay safe,” Sarah demands while wiping at her eyes. “Or I’ll drag your stupid asses out of hell, just so I can kick it all the way back in.”
    “Aye, aye baby sis,” John replies with a salute. “We shall return with our stupid asses fully intact.” Sarah giggles, just like John intended, before heading back upstairs.
    “You take care of her,” I say to Cory. “If anything happens to her, it’s on you.”
    He jerks his chin in the affirmative with his solemn expression firmly in place. After almost a year of friendship, I know that Cory would give his life to protect another’s. But he’s especially protective of Sarah’s for some odd reason, who the hell knows? Maybe she reminds him of his great aunt Sally or some shit, I don’t care so long as it gets the job done. And he will, since he hasn’t failed us yet.
    John steps up to the gate with his knife and takes out the two stragglers who decided to be spend the night at our humble abode, how sweet of them to wait? I unlock the gate before slowly removing the chain to reduce any unnecessary noise. Handing off the chain to Cory, I take a deep