The Song Remains the Same (40 page)

“Baby, if I’m too quick, I wanna apologize now. I promise to keep going till you get yours, yeah?”

Her laughter was the best. The sound of it was a balm to my sore heart.

Grinning like a dipshit, I pushed into her, and
fuck me
, was it fuckin’ mind-blowing.

“Ohhh, fuck, Kenna…” I moaned against her ear. “I didn’t even know just how much I missed you until right this second.”

She sighed, rocking back to take more of me.

“I don’t fuck you for a couple of days, and you get so fuckin’
tight
. I ain’t hurtin’ you, am I?”

“No.”

It felt so good, so fuckin’ perfect. I wanted it to last for-fuckin’-ever.

Going slow, I took my time, feeling that tiny heartbeat, hearing those sexy little noises and sighs coming from her. Slick, hot, and dripping wet, she was the best slice of heaven.

“Harder,” she said.

I nipped the soft skin where her shoulder and neck met, and her hips jerked, giving me a better angle. She was gripping me so tight that I was losing my damn mind. That awesome sensation shivered down my back, tickling my tailbone, telling me to go faster.

Fuck…

Faster and harder.

“God, Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good. Ain’t nothin’ better than my dick all up in your cunt. Well, maybe my face all up in your cunt. Fuck, I shoulda eaten my fill of you first. Then—”

Kenna squeezed and throbbed on my dick, screaming into the sheets. The fuckin’ dirty talk got her every time. Just like her coming on my dick got me.

Groaning loudly, I went crazy on her ass. I fuckin’
exploded
, the load three days large.

Goddamn, that was a powerful one.

I shook a bit afterward.

“Holy hell,” I gasped.

“Too fucking right.” She laughed.

Over the next couple of days, Kenna was able to get ahold of Gavin and Frank. The majority of the population had evacuated. The ones who had stayed behind were mostly the less fortunate who had no real way of leaving.

Kenna had also found Brian
fuckin’
Murray, and that absolute douche canoe had mentioned the desperate need for doctors at the makeshift triage facility set up at the airport.

“Kenna, it’s fuckin’ dangerous out there!” I protested. “People are desperate, and they’ll do shit they normally wouldn’t do. The horror stories comin’ from the Superdome—”

“People are
desperate
for medical assistance, babe—old, sick, and injured. More and more people are being found.”

Most of them dead,
I thought. But I kept my mouth shut.

As terrifying as it was for me to let her go, I knew she needed to do this, at least for a little while. I wasn’t filled with that paralyzing fear I had felt the day she had driven off to work to get blown the fuck up, so there was no real reason why I shouldn’t let her go.

Brian picked her up in his fuckin’ pickup truck. Gavin was in the cab, too, so at least she wasn’t alone with the hot paramedic.

Ass
.

How it was possible to really admire a person, and in the same breath, hate his fuckin’ guts, I had no clue, but that pretty much summed up my feelings for the motherfucker.

This began the cycle for the next few days. Kenna would leave before the sun would rise, spend the whole day away, and come home late at night, dead fuckin’ tired with just enough energy to stand in the shower before crawling into bed and passing the fuck out.

“Baby, you can’t keep doin’ this to yourself!” I yelled at her.

Her skin was fuckin’ gray, and dark smudges lay beneath her eyes.

“There’s a shortage of doctors. They need every pair of hands available. I’m only helping the people with minor injuries—”

“How the
fuck can anyone expect you to take care of anyone else when you’re driving yourself into the ground? Have you
seen
yourself recently? You look fuckin’ dead!”

That was the wrong fuckin’ thing to say.

She threw me a filthy look before bursting into tears. The last thing her exhausted brain needed was to feel bad about her looks.

“Ah, hell, Kenna Baby,” I grumbled, pulling her into my arms and holding her tight. “You know I didn’t mean you ain’t still beautiful. You’re the most gorgeous dead-lookin’ thing in the whole world.”

A drowned-sounding laugh came from her. “Thanks, babe.”

“I’m serious, Kenna. I ain’t cool with this no more. You can do somethin’ else to help people instead of goin’ to ground fuckin’ zero.”

The guys and I had been going into NOLA every day to help with cleaning up and distributing food and water to people. Day by day, the waters were receding, and the devastation revealed was heartbreaking. Our hometown was unrecognizable.

“People are starting to show signs of illness,” Kenna confessed to me. “The water’s contaminated with sewage and petrochemicals, and we’re seeing people coming in with symptoms of food poisoning and gods-know-what-else…” Sighing, she slumped in my arms. “There are more dead bodies showing up as the water levels drop. It’s…it’s a lot to handle.”

Spirits were at an all-time low. We all felt that each time we ventured into the city. That vibe scared the piss out of me ’cause I knew people were desperate and angry, and the longer they stewed in this misery, that would only spell trouble.

The following day, the guys and I headed for NOLA, taking the highway like we always did. At the city limits, there was a roadblock. Military personnel were evacuating thousands of people.

“Sir, my fiancée is a doctor helpin’ out at the airport,” I said to one of the soldiers at the roadblock from inside the passenger side of the black van.

Jason was driving. No way was I gonna get out with the heavy artillery being shown off by the soldiers.

“Doesn’t matter,” replied the soldier, holding a semiautomatic. “You need to go back. We’ve been given the order to evacuate by force.”

That
fuckin’ fear was starting to grow inside me. It was that feeling of knowing something bad would happen to Kenna, and there wasn’t a fuckin’ thing I could do to stop it.

Late that night, Kenna came home, and I nearly fell to my knees, thanking all of her gods for bringing her back to me.

Lifting her filthy, stinking self in my arms, I carried her upstairs, stripped her down, and took her into the shower where I scrubbed her entire body with my two hands.

“You ain’t goin’ in again,” I told her as we slipped under the covers. “I’m serious.”

She sighed, refusing to give me any sort of answer. I knew my Baby Girl. She was planning on getting up in a few hours and going back. Just thinking about her doing that made that horrible fear spark up again. The more time she spent in the city now, the greater the chance that something bad was gonna happen.

Not just bad.

Fuckin’ life-threatening.

This time, I was listening to whatever it was inside me telling me not to let her go. Sleep didn’t come to me at all. Instead, I watched her. She didn’t have an easy time of it. Dreaming some awful shit, her sleep was making her more exhausted. This went on for four hours before her alarm sounded.

Fury ignited within me. She’d set her alarm even earlier in the hopes of sneaking past my ass.

Enough was fuckin’ enough!
I grabbed the phone from her hand.

“Hey!” she snapped.

And I chucked the motherfucker across the room. Pinning her beneath me, I grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head.

“Hey nothin’, Kenna,” I growled, getting in her face. “I’m fuckin’ done.
You’re
fuckin’ done. I ain’t fuckin’ around, and I ain’t gonna tolerate mutinous bullshit from you either. If I have to fuckin’ tie you to the bed, I’ll do it. Do you fuckin’ understand me?”

Slowly, I ground my dick between her legs, finding her hot and wet.

“People need help,” she spit.

“Not from you,” I retorted. “Doctors who are trained to deal with these sort of situations are bein’ shipped in. You ain’t goin’ back.
None
of us are. End of fuckin’ argument.”

“But—”

Fuck this
.

I grabbed my dick with my free hand and shoved myself inside her. She shut the fuck up, so…
mission accomplished
. Her eyes went all big and black as her pupils dilated, her sweet mouth parting slightly, her breath catching in her chest.

“I’m ready and willin’ to fight you. And you know that I don’t fuckin’ lose when I have somethin’ worth fightin’ for,” I murmured against her mouth. I pulled out and thrust into her hard. “You wanna fight me?”

“No.”

“Tell me you ain’t goin’ back. Promise me you ain’t even gonna try.”

“I…”

“Now!”
I shouted, making her flinch.

“I promise, I won’t go back,” she whispered. “I won’t even try.”

“That’s my Baby Girl,” I told her, rocking into her soft warmth.

She had given me what I wanted, so I had to reward her for that. I fucked her into submission, making her come so many times that I lost count. By the time I let go, she was wrung out, clinging to me.

My Baby Girl fell asleep with me deep inside her, a tiny smile curling up her mouth. For a while, I just held her, grateful to have her so close to me, for letting me be a part of her. When I pulled out, she didn’t even stir.

Fuckin’ tired as all hell, I got up and headed downstairs, making myself a real strong pot of coffee. Kenna had promised me that she wouldn’t leave, and I believed her. I trusted her to keep her word, but just in case her ethics or morality or whatever got the better of her, I decided it would be best to stay awake.

As I was pouring myself a mug of alarmingly black brew, there came a knock at my front door. Wearing only a pair of shorts, I wondered if I should put something else on, but
fuck it
, I opened the door anyway.

Brian fuckin’ Murray.

He looked just as wasted as Kenna, smudges of the sleeplessness shadowing his eyes. He was dead pale, too, looking real Irish.

“What?” I snapped, not feeling in the mood to stuff my jealousy away.

He’d been working side by side with Kenna for the last week and a half, and it pissed me off that he’d spent more time with her than I had. It pissed me off that he was too fuckin’ good-looking, too.

“Good morning to you, too,” he replied on the dry side.

“She ain’t goin’ with you today. Sorry, but I ain’t riskin’ my Baby Girl’s health and especially not her life.”

A ghost of a smile played about his mouth. “It’s all good, man. We’re not allowed back in the city. Is she here?”

“Yeah.”

Rolling his eyes and huffing, he said, “I’d like to speak with her.”

“Tough shit.”

Yeah, that felt good. I liked getting this guy pissy.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, telling her who she can and can’t speak with?” he snapped at me.

Lazily, I leaned my massive ass against the doorframe and took a sip of coffee.
Fuck that was some strong shit. It just might put hair on my chest.

“Well,” I said, acting as though I was bored to hell, “I
am
the man she’s marryin’, the man she lives with, the man she
sleeps
with—”

“This is bullshit, Phil—”

“No, it ain’t. She’s fuckin’ sleepin’ right now, and the way she’s been workin’, I plan to let her sleep for as long as she needs. I ain’t wakin’ her up just so you can fuckin’ speak with her.”

Brian relaxed. “Oh.”

“So…I’ll let her know you came by,” I told him. “Was there somethin’ important she needed to know?”

He shook his head. “No. Just that we wouldn’t be needed anymore. The military has it covered.”

Excellent.
“I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks,” he said.

I watched him head back to the front of the house, and after a few seconds, I heard the sound of his truck engine turning. Just to make sure, I dropped off my mug on the kitchen counter and took the stairs two at a time up to the bedroom, my heart in my throat.

Kenna was sleeping peacefully. Shame coursed through me for letting my head mess with me. She’d promised she wouldn’t go back, and here I was, thinking she might have snuck out while using Brian as a diversion.