Underneath Us: An Apocalyptic Reverse Harem Kinky Erotica: Brazen Bunker Book 1 by Maeve Harlow
I elbow my way to the front, curl my finger around the chain link fence, and gaze at him, trying to ignore the dreadful wails of the people all around me. He glances at the fence a few times before he sees me, looking away at first, then back to me when I keep staring him down. I’d spent all morning in my shared apartment doing my hair and make-up to look like I’m naturally this vibrant and touseled. The top I’m wearing is meant to draw attention.
I picked the biggest, meanest-looking of the six men on the other side of the fence, guarding the gate, helping the bunker’s lucky guests, keeping us plebs outside with the menacing weapons hung over their shoulders and on their belts. The last of the guests are arriving now, and only two men remain, private security hired by the Avinger family to protect them as they enter the bunker and keep order for the four years they’ll be inside.
“Please,” the woman next to me cries, “there must be room for more! We’ll die out here!”All around me, people push against the fence, screaming and crying, begging and threatening. The guards and the guests ignore them.
The man I chose has definitely noticed me by now, his eyes lingering on my exposed torso, the shirt I’m wearing light enough to make my two pierced nipples prominent. He says something to the other guard before walking over to me. I stay silent, trying my best to look scared but serene, as he looks me over. He jerks his head toward the main gate. I give him a small smile and push my way off the fence and through the throngs of sweaty, desperate people.
He unslings the massive automatic rifle and points it at the people pressing against the gate.“Get the fuck back. This is private property, I have every right to slaughter you. Move.”
As the people back away I push my way through, then wait for him to scan his handprint and retina to open the gate and let me through.
“Why does she get to live?” someone shouts from the fence next to us.
He snorts and grips my arm, walking towards the garage. Inside are a dozen vehicles, some for pleasure, some for protection. He walks me between two huge armored SUVs and roughly pushes me against one, resting his arm against the window so he’s leaning towards me, looking down at my face.
He’s white, with short brown hair shaved on the sides and longer on the top, and rough stubble that’s just starting to grey. I’m 5’10’ and he still towers over me, his thick biceps visible pressed against the sleeves of his black t-shirt. I resist the urge to inhale deeply. He smells delicious, maybe a bit too much cologne, but he’ll run out of that soon enough in the bunker. One of his eyebrows is pierced, and he has several more piercings along the edge of one ear.
“What do you want,” he says, his eyes flicking down to my chest.
“Four years is a long time to go without pussy.”
His mouth twitches into a quick grin before it returns to stern. “That’s a price I’m willing to pay for survival.”
I reach out and touch his chest, resting my hand between his pecs, then tracing it down his torso. “There’s a lot I’m willing to pay for my own survival.”
“I won’t be able to get you in.”
“So why am I here?”
He taps his finger on the glass next to me, licking his lower lip. “I want you.”
“I want you, too. But I’m here to make a deal.”
“It’ll be nearly impossible, they’re closing the door in—” he looks at his watch “—seven minutes.”
“That’s plenty of time to convince you to get me inside that bunker.”
I run my hand over his crotch, feeling his already semi-hard cock. He grabs my wrist and yanks it up, holding it over my head, pressing me against the car door. I gasp, trying to push him away at first, but giving in quickly, though he seems to enjoy my instinct to struggle.
“I’ll try to get you in. But here’s the deal. I’m going to get shedloads of shit for bringing you in, and you’ll need to work extra hard to prove your value to those people in there. And me…well, I’m gonna fuck you, obviously. But you should know: I don’t fuck vanilla.”