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“Fuck, that’s it,” Asher growled and gripped a chunk of Mason’s hair.
A deep groan left him at the sting of pain, and he sucked harder and took more of him in. He moved his hand lower so he could take hold of Ash’s balls and roll them around in his palm. He felt the heavy weights draw up, sensed Asher’s impending orgasm, and took all of him in his mouth. The tip of his cock slammed against the back of his throat when Ash pressed his hips forward in one final thrust. He came long and hard, pumped his cum right down Mason’s throat, and didn’t move away until his dick had grown soft.
Still on his knees, Mason looked up at Ash, still standing there with his big yet flaccid cock hanging between his legs, a small amount of cum dripping from the tip. There didn’t need to be anything said, and in fact, that was how it usually was. They didn’t cuddle after they fucked, but it wasn’t because what they’d just done meant anything less. They knew where they stood on their feelings for each other, and that was good enough for them. Mason stood and pulled up his pants, and Ash did the same. Mason pulled the other man closer, slanted his mouth on his, and licked at his bottom lip.
“We better get back inside. I know Sparrow is up, and I feel like an asshole leaving her in there alone while we fuck outside.” Asher leaned back. He was a good man, a considerate one, and sure as hell a lot more decent than Mason.
“Yeah, I heard her shuffling around. I thought she was asleep when we came out here.” Ash nodded in agreement. He had seen the way the other man looked at her, but for as much as he cared about Ash, Mason didn’t feel any jealousy over the way Asher scanned her body or the fact that he spotted the erection Ash didn’t even try to hide when he looked at her. The reality was that both of them had never been with another man until they met each other. It was natural for them to want to be with her, and yeah, Mason wanted her too. They’d definitely need to talk about what the plan was concerning her, and the sooner the better.
Chapter Three
The air heated, and Sparrow closed her eyes when she heard them step into the building. At twenty-three, she wasn’t a stranger to sex, and certainly had never thought of herself as a pushover. She had been secure and happy in her life before the fall of humanity, and things had been looking up for her. But none of that mattered now. All that mattered was not getting attacked by the fucking infected, eaten by cannibalistic humans, or taken as the sexual plaything for the deranged healthy.
She hoped that one day she wouldn’t have to worry about how she was going to survive, or if she would even see the next day. Keeping her back to Mason and Asher, she rested her forehead on her knees and breathed out. She was tired, her feet hurt, and all she wanted to do was sleep until she couldn’t sleep any longer. But until they could get to Mason’s cabin, one that he said was high in the Rocky Mountains and surrounded by the thick covering of protective trees, she had to press forward. Sparrow couldn’t remember the last time she slept a full night, because it was as if her body was programmed to come to attention at the slightest sound.
“You want something to eat?” She looked over her shoulder at the sound of Mason’s deep voice. The only thing she knew about them was that Asher had been a trained MMA fighter, but for the last few years before the infection hit, he hadn’t fought legally. She overheard him talking to Mason, telling a story about a fighter he trained for a back-alley fight. Sparrow didn’t even know those things even happened outside of a Street Fighter video game.
Mason had to be in the military, and although she didn’t know what branch, or even if her suspicions were accurate, her father had been a Marine, and she could spot a man in the service a mile away. Mason had that air about him, one that was commanding and dominant.
The men were on their haunches, going through their packs, so she took a moment to look at them. They were big, easily a foot taller than her five-foot three, and muscular. God were they muscular. Even under the smudges of dirt covering parts of their flesh and clothing, they were attractive, to put it mildly. Was Sparrow in that much need of male attention that she had become some kind of hormonal teenager? It sure as hell felt that way, and to be honest, it scared the shit out of her.
