Death Among Us by Jack Crosby Page A

aggressive.  She let me take the lead this time.  With her breasts bouncing in my face, I knew she could feel me the throbbing inside her.
    “Oh fuck, it feels so good.  You aren’t going to let me down are you?”
    “Of course not.”  I don’t know how women can talk during sex but men are always out of breath.  We can barely get out three words.  “I’m getting close.”
    “I can feel you.  I can tell you are ready to burst inside me.  You don’t know how bad I want that feeling right now.”
    Women, you should realize by now when you ask, you receive.  I grabbed on to her and let myself go.  For the second time in hours I was feeling that sweet ecstasy.  I was really hungry too.  Mood killer coming up in three, two, one…
    “I’m ready for some breakfast now, aren’t you?”
    Still in position, sitting on me, Maggie just stared at me.  “Is this your idea of pillow talk?”
    “I just burned a ton of calories in you.  Besides breakfast is the most important meal of the day, especially after losing so many electrolytes.”
    “You’re fucking joking with me right?”
    I patted her on her bare ass.  “I never joke about breakfast food.  So what’s your poison, omelets, pancakes, or waffles?”
    She looked at me for a second.  “Yeah, I’m hungry too.  You better make a damn good pancake Derrick that is all I can say.”
    “Not to brag or anything, but I’ve been told my pancakes our foodgasm worthy.”
    She pulled up and off of me, but not before licking the back of my ear.  “After the orgasm I just gave you, a foodgasm would definitely be returning the favor.”
    Chuckling and pulling my boxers back on, I headed towards the kitchen.  “Prepare yourself, for I take no responsibility if you cannot handle the Pancakes of Death!”
    As I stuck my head in the fridge, I heard a very loud and audible groan.  Some people have no appreciation for good humor.

Chapter 15 – Road Trip!!!
     
    My plan to leave early failed miserably.  Roxanne didn’t wake up until well after eleven and it was one in the afternoon by the time we were all loaded up in Khloros.
    “This is ridiculous!  Why did Roxanne have to have so many bags?  Only two of mine would fit!”
    “It is easy mortal; in my line of work I need options.  Besides my master likes it when I change things up.”
    Women…we hadn’t even reached the interstate yet and they were already arguing.  “Knock it off both of you.  Believe it or not, but your clothing situation is the least of my concerns.”
    My first problem was the fact I really had no idea where we were going.  Angels kind of do their own thing, so my hope was when we got to DC, Veronica would appear somewhere and give me more direction.  The second problem was that obviously Beelzebub was on to me.
    The drive to Interstate Ninety-Five was uneventful, unless you are excited about women arguing about everything.  The radio station wasn’t right, one always had to pee, and worst of all, both whined when they had to sit in the backseat.
    “Enough already!  Lord Almighty, can’t you two just enjoy the ride!”  We’d just left the rest stop and Roxanne was being pissy about sitting behind a ‘mortal.’
    She started pouting, “But Master is it not right that I am not beside you?  We are bound together!”
    “Don’t give me this master bullshit demon.  Derrick, tell her to fuck off, please?”  For good measure, Maggie slapped Roxanne’s hand off the chair.
    Khloros added to my bad mood by starting to laugh.  “You have gotten yourself into quite the mess.  I do not think I have ever seen you so irritated.”
    “Shove it horse brains.”
    The chirping continued.  With only twenty miles left to go, I did my vest best to block it all off.  It was working too, until…
    “Death, are you listening to me?”
    “What, yes…well no I wasn’t.”  Yep, I’d even tuned Khloros out.
    “If you had been paying attention, you would have known that we