Page 17 of Property of Zombie

Lulu whines as she scrambles off the bed and grabs her clothes off the floor. She doesn’t even bother getting dressed as she brushes past us.

“Whaddya need, Pres?” Scrubs asks while he pulls on a pair of sweats.

Lyric holds his phone out. “I’ve got Trick and Quake on the line, and they need you to track Baker.”

“Damn, bro, you didn’t even let her finish,” Trick teases, having heard the entire exchange from the moment we entered the room.

“Lulu can be a vindictive cunt,” Quake states. “I’d give her some space before dipping your wick in that one anytime soon.”

“Can we fucking focus?” Lyric snaps. “Scrubs, fire up your laptop.”

It takes a little time, but thirty minutes later, Trick, Quake, and Pilot are checking out of their hotel with a plan to rent a car and drive to Baker’s location, four hours from where they are.

“I’m gonna go get some shut-eye with Mellie while we wait for an update,” Lyric states. “You should do the same.”

“Why do I get the feeling that ‘shut-eye’ is code for something else entirely?”

Lyric chuckles. “Because you’re not as dumb as you look,” he says as he saunters away from me in search of his old lady.

Needing to get out of my tux, I head to my room to shower and hit the sack. As I stand under the scalding hot spray, images of Lucy flash in my mind. Without giving it a second thought, I wrap my hand around my dick and tug.

“Fuuuuuck,” I breathe as pleasure swamps my senses.

There’s not much I wouldn’t give to have my hand replaced by Lucy. Her hand, her mouth, or her pussy… doesn’t matter as long as it’s her. In the space of a few minutes, that woman sank her claws into me, and I have no clue how to handle it.

As I brace my free hand on the tiled wall, my orgasm tears through me, and my knees threaten to buckle. Vision blurry, balance off-kilter, and senses overwhelmed, I absently wash my body and silently vow to make the pretty new vet mine.

Whether she wants to be or not.