Ch - XXI The Flirt and The Plan

CHAPTER XXI

 

The criminals were back at it.

Smoke lingered in the air at first light, making Finn’s pulse spike and his brain snap to attention. Adrenalin had it over caffeine any day of the week, even after a s**t night’s sleep. He jumped to his feet, suddenly to find the lovebirds tangled up and sleeping. “We have a situation on our hands.” Finn said.

“Finn?” Macy asked in a husky voice. She blinked big black eyes at him from where she lay wrapped up in Adrams. Her hair was all messy, and there was a general well-fucked appeal to her.

He was nowhere near as immune to the scene as he would have liked. Which pissed him off.

And she wore his t-shirt, having gasped words along the lines of “God”, “yes”, and “Adrams” before slipping into it.

“What’s wrong, Finn?” Macy asked.

His. Shirt.

“We’ve, aah …” He took a nice deep breath, focused on the essentials. Things besides what was going on beneath his shirt and inside his head. “We’ve got trouble.” He said.

“Again.” She replied.

“Again,” Finn agreed.

She shook Adrams  arm. “Smoke. Wake up, Adrams. They’re lighting more fires.”

“Ah, man.” Adrams rolled onto his back and stretched. He really was strong. Civilian or no, taking him on hand-to-hand for her was not the best idea. Tempting as it was. Better to woo her away. “We were out of beer anyway. It’s time to move along, kids.” Adrams said.

Finn turned his back on the love nest to get his s**t together. It also gave him a chance to get his temper back under control. Not that those two were messing around, not taking the threat seriously. The man wear his pants while Macy made a dash to the clothesline.

“Finn, your stuff is dry too,” she announced.

 

He turned in time to catch the flash of her a*s as she stepped into black cotton panties. Oh yeah, the swift revelation of the long line of her back as she tugged his shirt off over her head. Breathing didn’t matter and blinking was right out. Anger slipped from his immediate reach in the face of this.

 

Strangely enough, once removed, he wanted the shirt straight back on her.

Macy fished about for her bra, found it and slipped the straps up her arms. Dark black hair fell over her shoulders, sliding across bare skin. Finn had nothing on this.

He needed to get laid.

 

Pity about the chances.

“Great.” He joined her by the laundry, started dragging on his own clothes before she noticed anything was up. Not that she ever did seem to notice. Living in close quarters with strangers brought politeness to an art form.

 

The roar of a motorbike gunning up the street had them both jumping. He simply hid it better.

 

“Fuckers,” Adrams muttered, bending over the sink to drink from the tap.

 

“Yep,” said Finn.

 

“So.” Ad clapped his hands together, rubbed. “Who’s up for playing another round of hide and seek?”

Unfortunately, the vigilant b******s patrolled the streets, making it hard to move far or fast.

 

The noise of the motorbikes kept the infected stirred up. They would shamble out looking for action, and the b******s provided it.

 

The zombie population of the surrounding area kept the b******s distracted at least. Important to note, petrol was plentiful, but their ammo had to be running low the way they went for maximum effect.

Macy, Ad and Finn managed to waste the morning skulking four blocks through the ongoing drizzle. A patrol had them seeking cover inside a rusted garden shed. They rested amongst the garden tools and towers of empty plastic pots. The place smelt of damp earth and fertilizer.

 

Ad shut his eyes, legs spread out in front of him, and his back to one rickety wall. There was nothing from him for a long time, care of the painkillers Macy had all but stuffed down his throat. The man obviously needed the sleep after his busy night and war wounds.

 

Yes indeed. A very f*****g busy night.

 

Behind them lay the river. Acres of sparse bushland and the occasional farm or homestead ahead. Acres of next to no cover with few roads, even if they could bypass the b******s. Options are very less.

 

It didn’t help Finn’s pissy mood. Close to being cornered. Ad injured. Still no sign of winning the woman. And the woman had been suspiciously quiet all day. Macy rarely met his eyes. He had no idea what was going on, nor did they have time for it, given the situation.

“Macy?” He turned his head sufficiently to put her in his line of vision. The pistol Ad had put in her hands the day before sat close by. A higher caliber than he would have preferred, but then again, a .22 wasn’t going to get the job done. “Come over here and bring your gun.”

 

She blinked. “Why?”

“Because you aren’t as proficient with the gun as you should be. You need to practice.” He pointed with his finger and said. “Come on.”

 

There followed a wary glance, but she did as directed. Macy shuffled over on her knees, weapon in hand. No mind at all to where it pointed. Finn caught her wrist in one hand. Her smooth skin and fine bones felt perfect in his grip. Images of her restrained for their mutual pleasure flooded his mind. It took him a moment to remember the gun. “The safety had better be on. Turn around. I need to be behind you.” Finn said.

“Sorry.” she said for the safety of the gun.

 

Once she faced the wall, he knelt behind her, put his arms around her and covered her hands with his own. Knowing it was bound to unnerve her. Knowing part of this was just a good excuse to rub up against her.

Pitiful, but true.

The whites of her eyes flashed as she glanced at him over her shoulder. Her ponytail brushed against his face. It could have been his imagination, but she seemed to smell of laundry soap and sex, the most bizarre combination ever. It shouldn’t have worked but, of course, it did. She had his dick’s total and immediate attention, proving he could wear his hand out all he wanted. Wouldn’t help.

“Relax.” He lifted one of her hands of the pistol, checked the safety was on, then released the clip and set it aside. Tasks he could do in his sleep, perfect for keeping his mind occupied no matter how good she smelt. He couldn’t stop breathing her scent in. It was all about sex, or the lack thereof, not her in particular. An important fact to remember.

 

“Okay, keep both hands on the gun. Grip it like you’re holding a bird. Firmly enough that it’s not going to get away from you, loose enough that you’re not going to hurt it.”

 

“Alright.” The frown line above her nose deepened. Her slender fingers realigned beneath his. “Like this?” she said,

“That’s good.” Finn held his hands up, made the peace sign then stuck a finger in the middle. “This is what you’re after, line up your front sight center between the two at the back. Raise the muzzle. You’re pointing low.”

 

Macy adjusted her aim.

 

Finn brushed aside a piece of her hair tickling his nose, tucked it behind her ear. He resisted the urge to rub it between his fingers, to feel it and sniff it. Yet his hand lingered. He breathed in deep. Again. Finding words got hard. “Good, good. Don’t forget to breathe.”

 

She nodded, her face the picture of concentration.

 

“Pull the trigger nice and slow. Squeeze it. The gun,” he said, more for his benefit than hers.

Sex and soap. Adrams slept on in the corner. Or appeared to be sleeping. His eyes were shut, shoulders rising and dropping with deep, even breaths.

Finn felt no guilt. Refused to.

 

“Go on, Macy. Do it,” he urged and she nodded hesitantly.

 

Her finger tightened. So did her shoulders, her arms, her everything. By the time the gun clicked, her aim was, once more, shot to s**t. She had held her breath throughout the entire process. “Okay?”

 

“No. You’re too tense. That’s why you jerk the gun up when you fire and your shot gets wasted.”

 

“I hit someone yesterday.”

“You got lucky. Not something we can depend on. Go again. Relax. Breathe this time.” He leant in close to the rim of her ear. She shivered, frowned, but whether over his proximity or the gun, he couldn’t tell. Didn’t want to know. It was nice to let his mind run wild.

“Let your breath out slowly as you squeeze the trigger, okay? Don’t get all wound up over it going off. You know it’s going to happen, so let it. Relax, Macy. Let it surprise you.”

She nodded, lined herself up and dry fired. Little changed the second time round.

“Again.” He said.

 

The third time she marginally improved.

 

“A little better. Keep going,” Finn said.

 

“Maybe … if you weren’t hovering.” She said,

 

“Macy, this is the least stressful situation you’re going to find yourself in when it comes to firing a weapon. Concentrate on what you’re doing. I need to be behind you. Deal with it.” Finn placed his hands on her shoulders. She flinched. “Easy. They’re there to remind you not to tense up. Go again.”

She scowled and fired.

He didn’t move his hands an inch. “You rushed it. Again.” He said.

One pained expression later, she did so. Being told what to do clearly wasn’t her forte. Maybe she just needed to learn about the benefits it could bring. He’d certainly love to teach her.

 

“Much better. You’re focusing now. Maybe you don’t mind me hovering after all,” he said, and she snorted, lined her sights up on her imaginary target once more. “That’s it.”

She nodded and the side of her mouth lifted. Then she relaxed the hair’s side to side distance between her a*s and his dick, shoving against the front of his jeans. She stilled instantly. “Finn?” she said still in position.

 

“It’s a predictable reaction, Macy. Ignore it.” Finn said,

“But …” she replied.

“Go again.” He squeezed her shoulder, returning her focus to the task at hand. “Concentrate on what you’re doing.”

Her chin jerked, and she breathed nice and slow in a deliberate, steady motion. And fired.

 

 

He would have felt proud if he could feel anything beyond the light press of her a*s against his crotch. Direct contact couldn’t have been better. “Good. You’re getting the hang of it. Keep going.”

“I held steady that time.” The edge of her mouth tensed, muscles moving, and she glanced back over her shoulder. “Are you sure we don’t need to talk about this?” she said.

He turned her further with gentle pressure on her shoulders and waited. Watched her watch him until she had some idea, some notion as to his thoughts.

 

The way her face heated up satisfied him as nothing else could. “Are you offering to help me with this, Macy?”

Her lashes fluttered �" a nervous reaction. “You know I’m with him.” She said.

 

 

“Then we’re not discussing it. We’re doing necessary target practice so you have the required skills to help you stay alive.

Understood?” In the end, he was the one who moved away. It was simpler.

For now.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you,” she said. Because she didn’t understand a single thing. She turned on her knees to face him, and her gaze shifted to where Adrams lay in the corner, apparently oblivious.

It took everything in him not to grab her, make her look at him. He shoved his hands in his pockets for safety’s sake.

“I’m not hurt. I’m horny,” he explained. Maybe the tone edged toward patronizing, but bad luck. “Two different things.”

“I’m aware of that.” She gave a frustrated growl. He did his best to ignore it. Him and his dick both. “Why are you trying to piss me off? Why can’t we just have this conversation and clear the air?”

“Because, Macy. We. Are. Not. F*****g. Understand?” He resisted the urge to shove a hand through his hair. Or hers. “Nothing is going on between us. Therefore, we don’t need to have these kinds of discussions.”

She stared at him, her brow channeled and lips tight.

“Okay? Can we just let it go for now, please?” He waited.

“Alright.” Her gaze dropped to his groin, danced off him and plummeted to the ground. There it steadfastly remained. “Thanks for the practice.”

“It needs to be a regular thing.”

“Sure.” Macy turned away, concentrated on a huntsman spider making steady progress up the wall. She shook her head like she was shaking off an errant thought.

 

“There are going to be other females out there, Finn.”

“Macy …” he said.

 

Other females weren’t his problem. She was. He stared and her face blossomed into color. He almost felt bad for making her so uncomfortable. Then again, she did have a charming tendency to blush at next to nothing.

Ridiculously, he welcomed any reaction from the woman. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and those twin spots of red sitting high on her cheeks. They’d be warm to the touch. Fiery hot and flushed with blood. He knew the feeling.

Adrams cleared his throat and drew up his foot in the corner, watched them both through a slit of an eye. “Give him the ‘I’m not the only untainted vagina in the country’ speech. That’ll put him in his place.”

Macy glared back. “If you’re finished napping, we need to move on.”

“Yes ma’am.” Adrams replied.

“Wait. I’ve been thinking,” Finn announced, amused to see Macy’s head whip up at the declaration. Startled eyes searched his face, proving she was still thinking about sex. Which made him curious, but they didn’t have the time. “We keep running and sooner or later we’re going to start making mistakes. We’re going to get cornered.”

Adrams gaze had been light, sleepy, but now he snapped to attention, face serious. “How many of them do you think there are?”

“Group was ten strong when they came in. After the losses they took in the supermarket, I’m guessing they’re down to six,” Finn said. “Enough to keep us pinned down for the foreseeable future.”

 

The man nodded. “Alright. How do you want to do this?”

“One at a time and very, very quietly.” Finn rested back on his heels, pleased there wasn’t a pissing contest looming. At least not today. “We need to corner them, draw them in.”

“Sounds dangerous.” Macy gestured with the pistol again and, loaded or not, he snatched it off her on principle.

 

 

“If you need to talk with your hands then do it without a gun in them,” Finn said.

Macy opened her mouth, paused and rethought whatever words she had been going to throw his way. “Sorry. You know, I could play bait. That would work. Get them off the motorbike …”

“No,” said Adrams.

“It would work,” Finn confirmed, much to Ad’s displeasure. The man’s fingers flexed like he was warming them up, readying for a fight. “We do have to get them off the bikes, you’re right about that. But they’d never believe you would be on your own.”

The strong guy’s frown morphed into a grin. “You suggesting I play bait, kid? Keep this up and I’m going to start thinking you’re trying to get rid of me or something.”

“Neither of us want her hurt,” Finn answered without hesitation.

“True.”

“But we need to get the upper hand in this situation.”

“True again.”

“Adrams, I won’t let anyone touch her. That’s not going to happen.”

“Serve and protect, hmm?”

“What are you two on about?” Macy barked, voice strained. “You’re not bulletproof, Adrams. You’re not doing it on your own.”

“Neither are you, Macy.” Finn rubbed the pad of his thumb against the side of her gun. “Neither am I for that matter. However, I think we can safely assume they still want you alive so they’re going to hesitate to shoot … at least at first. Ad’s covered you bodily before so they’ll be comfortable with that scenario. They’ll be expecting me to put in an appearance but it can’t be helped. If we don’t give them time to think, it won’t be a problem. You show your face then dart for cover, that’s all,” said Finn.

“Lure them in one at a time. I’ll deal with them. It’s a viable plan. Probably the best we’ve got.”

 

“We should take turns at jumping them,” Adrams said.

 

Finn shook his head. “No offense, but it’s better if I take care of it.”

 

The man gave a reluctant nod.

“They’ll figure out what we’re doing. There’s …” Macy’s hands fluttered about. “No. They don’t know Ad survived yesterday. If we do this then I’ll be the bait on my own. The less people at risk the better. It’s bad enough Finn could get hurt.”

“It’s too dangerous, and worrying about you would split my focus,” said Finn. “I want to know someone’s watching out for you. We only need to take out a few to even the odds. To my mind it’s worth the risk.”

“I agree,” said Adrams.

“I don’t.” Her eyes cut to the doorway. “Finn�"”

“Enough.” The strong man cleared his throat and sat up like an Indian Chief, cross legged with his palms on his knees. “No God damn way you’re doing it on your own, sweetie pie. It’s against my better judgment to even have you involved. So, you’re going to be a good girl and stay behind me or I’ll get Commando Kid here to bind and gag you while I play lure. You know, I’ve got this funny feeling he’d jump at the chance. I think he enjoys being in control.”

Finn did his best to confirm nothing with a smile.

“Babe?” Ad reached out a hand to her, but she made no move to take it. After a long moment, the guy let his hand drop back to his knee. “You won’t even chip a nail, pretty girl. I promise.”

She stared at his hand. “Not funny, Ad.”

“Not meant to be, honey. You gonna play nice for us?”

“I don’t have much choice.”

“That’s true, Macy,” Finn said. “You really don’t.”

An expression promising all sorts of pain turned Finn’s way. He was past being concerned that he liked it. Her attention was its own reward.

“You know, you’re growing on me, kid.” The strong man beamed. “So, now that we’re all in agreement, where do you want to set it up?”

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED XXII