THE ALPHAS Box Set Read Free

chest, and then she started laughing. “The world has gone to hell in a hand basket, I don’t know the next time I’ll see a real bathroom, and you’re worried about me locking the door?”
    Her laughter made him smile. “Can we just rewind?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I’m going to walk in that front door and say ‘good, there’s running water’ and we’ll just take it from there.”
    She laughed again. “Sure, and while you’re there could you load the larger containers I left in the kitchen? I’ll be out in a minute.”
    “Yeah.” He holstered his weapon and went back to work. He’d just loaded the last jug when she appeared in the doorway.
    “You could shower too, if you wanted. I want to look around a little more.”
    “What else could we need?”
    “I don’t know yet, maybe there’re some clothes in the drawers, or some camping supplies. There has to be something useful left in this place.”
    “Okay, okay, but make it quick. I won’t be long.”
    As soon as he stepped under the hot spray he knew he could stand there until the water ran cold. Instead he scrubbed hard and soaped up. His mind wandered back to that quick glimpse of her body. She was tanned and toned but still feminine soft. His cock stiffened at the memory and he grabbed it with one soapy hand. It didn’t take long for him to bring himself to the edge of release, especially with sexual fantasies of Roxanne playing through his mind.
    She had stood here only moments earlier, running her hands all over her body. Had she touched herself? ‘God, what an image. If only I had walked in on that.
    He braced one hand against the wall of the shower as he blew his load and finished washing up. The hot shower and the sexual release left him feeling as relaxed as a man could feel when facing the end of the world.
    Roxanne loaded up both wagons and two hiking packs she’d found with clothes, outerwear, food, soap, all the kitchen knives and scissors, a sleeping tent, a kitchen tent, two tarps, and every blanket and towel she could lay her hands on. The wagons were heaped and secured with kitchen twine. Damian looked at the load and huffed. “So much for travelling light.”
    “It’s all necessary,” she said. “We can spread it around and it won’t seem like quite so much. We need to get back.” She shouldered her pack, grabbed a wagon, and set off without waiting for a reply. He sighed, loaded up, and followed after her.
    They received a warm welcome and the supplies were quickly dispersed. They started west again with renewed energy and no more complaining.

VIII.
    By midday on the third day the complaining had started again and Roxanne wasn’t surprised to find Matt at the center of it. “What the hell is it this time?” she said.
    “We’re tired of walking. We should have driven. There were enough cars back in …”
    “How far would they get? There is no fuel.”
    “The gas stations …”
    “Overrun by gangs and thugs. And how did you plan to get the cars out of the rubble? You remember climbing a lot of rubble to escape the city, right?”
    He changed tracks suddenly. “And why the hell do we have to listen to you?”
    “Because listening to me is what got you away from Bismark. You had the choice to stay but you listened to me, you chose to follow me. No one is forcing you to be here. You want to lead? Take whoever is willing to follow you and strike out on your own. Go back, or go find some cars, or do whatever you want. If you want to come with us, eat our food, drink our water, you listen to me.”
    “I don’t want to listen to you. I don’t think you’re fit to lead.”
    “That’s too bad,” said a deep masculine voice behind her. “Because I say she’s my second in command and that you have to listen to her because she’s right.” Everyone was looking at Damian now, and glancing at Ryan and Sean who stood behind him with their hands casually on their weapons. “Without her you’d have stayed at the