Cora (Love in the Apocalypse #2)

20. Derrick

Chapter twenty

Derrick

I clenched my teeth and adjusted my cock as I watched Cora stomp back inside and slam the door. I loved her stubbornness and how much she could say with a simple stomp of her foot, but my mild frustration with her at the moment made me want to put her over my knee until she acted right. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I looked over to see her holding a fucking gun. I was still having heart palpitations. It felt like I was in a dream where everything was in slow motion, where you were running as fast as you could, but you weren’t moving.

I couldn’t let something like this happen again. Cora wouldn’t like it, but now that I knew how little experience she had with zombies, she was going to boot camp. We’re going to spend every waking moment in training. You can’t survive in this world without knowing how to bring a zombie down without a gun.

“At least we got her to come outside. It’s a start,” Trent said. He wiped his brow and looked around the yard. “I’ll go get the damn wheelbarrow.”

I looked around the yard at the six or seven zombie corpses. Where the fuck did they even come from? Trent returned, and we tossed half the bodies in the wheelbarrow together. We’d have to make two trips.

“So what do you think my brother is going to be pissed about the most?” Trent asked as we grabbed a handle and started wheeling it toward the zombie pile. “The fact that there were zombies in the yard and that Cora shot them, or the fact that we didn’t get her outside today like planned?”

“The problem with my choices is that you’re implying he needs a reason to be pissed,” I laughed.

“So then both?” Trent asked.

“Both sound good,” I replied.

“It never occurred to me until those zombies went after Cora that she doesn’t have any zombie skills,” Trent told me as we reached the chasm and tossed the bodies in.

I let him wheel back to the house and followed behind him. “Yeah, I’m already working on ways that we’re going to fix that issue,” I assured him.

After the second trip to the chasm, I went inside to find Cora. Luckily, I didn’t have to go far. The little minx was lying on the couch, her feet dangling over the armrest, swinging back and forth. In her hand was a book, and on her stomach sat the bowl of berries she was still snacking on. She popped one in her mouth as she turned to look at me.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked. I moved to stand at the end of the couch and leaned over her.

Cora nodded and rubbed her belly.

“Good. I want you to have a good memory to look back on in ten minutes.” I was able to appreciate Cora’s confused expression for the few seconds it took for me to set the bowl aside and sling Cora over my shoulder. She pounded her fists against my back angrily as I carried her downstairs to the bunker. “That feels good, Ghost Girl. Move a little to the right.”

Cora stilled, and I could hear the wheels in her head turning as she considered her next move. My clever little girl would no doubt—

“Ouch! Fuck!” I yelled as the little brat pinched my sides. I felt the vibrations of her laughter on my shoulder and delighted that the last laugh would be mine. I set her down in the living room and then started pushing the furniture out of the way. When I had made a big enough space, I stood in front of her and grinned at her annoyed expression.

Cora gestured around us and then threw her hands in the air.

“Why are we down here?” I asked.

Cora nodded and put her hand on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Welcome to day one of your zombie survival training boot camp,” I told her. “Today, I’m going to work on your stamina.”

Cora cocked one of her eyebrows and pinched her lips together to keep from smiling.

“Dirty girl,” I scolded playfully. “First, we train, then we can explore our other options.”

“First, let’s go over the proper fighting stance.” I moved into position to demonstrate for her. “See how I’m on the balls of my feet?” I started moving around in different directions. “Like this, I’m ready to spring into action in any way I need to. We’re faster than zombies, but they aren’t always predictable, so you want to make sure you can dodge those teeth if they suddenly lunge for an unexpected part of your body. Don’t die because a zombie bit your ass. That’s embarrassing.”

Cora’s shoulders shook in a silent giggle as she watched me hopping around like a ninja with depth perception issues.

“Now, when fighting a zombie, it’s important to use their momentum against them. Don’t try to muscle them in one direction when you can simply assist them in a different direction faster and give you some control. Here, attack me.” I waved Cora forward, and she looked at me like I was crazy. “Come on,” I taunted, “unless you’re scared.”

Her eyes narrowed seconds before she lunged for me. I laughed as I turned toward the side and grabbed her as she flew by, following her to the ground and straddling her. I made sure to soften her impact as she landed on the floor.

“See what I did there?” I asked, tickling her stomach lightly to make her squirm. “Instead of pushing you away from me, I followed you to the ground, subduing you and giving me the upper hand.” I hopped back up and offered her my hand to help her up.

She accepted the offer, and as I pulled her to her feet, she jumped, using me to boost her momentum. She managed to knock me off balance enough that I fell. Cora landed on top of me with a soft thud and grinned down at me triumphantly.

“You’re a fast learner, good job,” I praised. We got back on our feet, and I looked around for something to help me for my next lesson. I went into the kitchen, dug through a drawer, and found something better than what I had been looking for. I went back to Cora, who was watching me curiously, and brandished the telescopic reusable straw I had found like a wand. “We can pretend this is a knife. When it comes to zombies, you have to kill the brain function. Sure, guns are easier, but they’re loud, which will attract more zombies, and bullets aren’t growing on trees. Learning to kill a zombie with a knife is a skill you have to perfect.”

Cora took the metal straw from me, looked at it, and rolled her eyes. “Really?” she mouthed.

“Yes, really,” I replied. “It gives you something to practice with without accidentally stabbing me. Now, I’ll be the zombie, and you practice stabbing me in the head without getting bitten. And remember, you have to do it hard enough to penetrate the skull.” I put some distance between us and then held up my finger. “Also, remember to stab me with the rubber end of the straw. And don’t stab me in my eyes or ears. The goal here is to practice without hurting me.”

Cora flipped the straw in her hand for a better stabbing grip and stepped toward me.

“Wait!” I yelled. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. We could practice on a ball or something.”

Rolling her eyes, Cora rushed forward and “stabbed” me in the middle of my forehead hard enough to collapse the straw. She winked at me before retreating. With a flick of her wrist, the straw extended again.

“I’m gonna make you work for the next one,” I promised her as I rubbed my forehead. Cora grinned as I started bumbling around like a mindless zombie. She tried to dart close to me, so I grabbed her and tried to bite her. In our struggle, I managed to get her tank top over her head before I bit her neck. “You’re dead,” I bragged.

She glared at me as we fell into our roles again. This time, she was much smarter about staying out of range of my hands. In a move that showed just how agile Cora was, she managed to get behind me and jumped onto my back, stabbing me behind the ear.

“Good job,” I told her when she climbed down. Cora pinched my shirt between her fingers and shook it before jerking her thumb over her shoulder. “What?” She pointed to her shirt on the floor and then tugged on my shirt again. “Oh, I get it! You won, so I have to take off my shirt.”

Cora nodded. This just got a whole lot more interesting. I pulled my shirt over my head one-handed and tossed it at Cora. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the shirt to her face and inhaled my scent. Fuck that was hot. She threw this shirt over her head and settled into a fighting stance, ready for the next round. Now that there were stakes and her getting naked on the line, I wasn’t going to make this easy for her. I rushed her like an angry zombie, limbs flailing, growling, and snapping my teeth. I approached her so quickly that instead of maneuvering around me, she was forced to retreat.

I stayed on her heels, though, like a one-man zombie horde, and as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I lunged and wrapped my arms around her legs, sending her tumbling to the ground. Cora rolled onto her back and tried to kick me, but I was already familiar with that move and blocked it. She wasn’t going to kick me in the nuts again. Instead, I wrestled her out of her sweats and sunk my teeth into her inner thigh, my cheek pressed against her warm pussy. Instead of continuing to struggle to escape me, Cora’s hips jerked forward. Someone liked that.

I crawled up her body, pressing my stiffening cock against her core. “You’re dead,” I rasped before sealing my lips over hers for a deep kiss. Cora kissed me back briefly before stabbing the straw into the back of my head. “Cheater,” I mumbled against her lips, feeling them turn up in a smile. I stood, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my jeans. My hard cock tented my boxers, dangerously close to poking through the front flap.

Cora licked her lips as she looked me up and down.

“Keep looking at me like that, Ghost Girl, and the lesson will be over,” I warned her.

A troubling smile spread across her face as she moved to her knees and crawled to me. She sat back on her heels and tugged my boxers down. My cock sprung free, bouncing in front of her face. I knew I should stop her. We weren’t done training, but as her tongue caught the drop of precum threatening to fall from the tip of my dick, I couldn’t find the willpower to stop her. I moaned as Cora’s lips slid along the side of my shaft toward the base of my cock. She licked the bottom of my dick back toward the head before taking me in her mouth.

“Fuck yes, baby,” I praised. “Your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock.” I let her suck me for a few more minutes before dragging her to her feet by her hair and slamming my lips to hers in a hungry kiss. I picked her up and carried her to the large kitchen island. Setting her down, I wasted no time removing her panties, spreading her legs, and burying my face in her pussy. I lapped at her folds, nibbled and sucked on her clit, and thrust my tongue inside her over and over until she came. And then I kept doing it until she came twice more, and neither of us could handle it anymore.

I pulled her off the counter and bent her over the back of the couch. “Hold on, Cora. You’ve driven me to madness, and I need you too much to be gentle.” I bit her shoulder and then hefted her a little higher onto the couch so her hips were supported better and she was standing on her tiptoes. I swiped the head of my cock through her folds to gather her arousal, and then I lined myself up and thrust into her to the hilt in one powerful move. I felt Cora tense at the sudden intrusion and knew she’d be screaming if she could.

I longed to one day hear that scream.

Keeping myself fully seated inside of her, I bent over her until my lips were by her ear. “You’ll probably think I’m saying this because I’m inside of you, but that isn’t the reason. I fucking love you, Cora. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was damn near close. I knew after you kicked me in the balls that I wanted to keep you. That was lust at first sight, but loving you doesn’t mean I want to possess you; it means I want to be possessed by you for as long as I live. I’m yours, Cora, forever.”

She turned her head to the side to look at me with tearful eyes and a big smile. “I love you, too,” she mouthed.

I grinned in response as my hips slid back and then slammed forward again. I set a rapid pace, relentless in my drive to push us both over the edge. When we came, my shouts of pleasure echoed around the bunker.

It’s a good thing the place was soundproof.