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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.
It was clear that even on the road they made sure to keep in shape, although it was imperative to be strong, especially if someone had a handful of the infected coming after them. Supplies were scarce, but whatever training Mason had allowed him to find things in the woods that were edible. They even caught a few fish in a lake they had come across. That was at least one positive thing in this whole situation: the infected didn’t give two shits about the wildlife, and because of that, overpopulation of the animals was astounding. Good for them, especially when she had Mason and Asher in her corner.
Sparrow stood and dusted off the dirt from her ass. Making her way toward them, she pulled up one of the toolboxes that had seen better days and sat down. The sun had set hours ago, and a lone lit candle sat between them in a rusted-out cup. Mason took out a can of beans, a spoon he kept obsessively clean, some jerky, and a bottle of water. Their supplies were running low, but Mason said there was a town about ten miles from them.
“Once we reach Rockport, it should only be another twenty-five or so miles to the cabin.” Mason pulled out a scary-as-hell-looking knife—one that could easily saw a human body in half, at least in his hands—and went to work on getting the can open. Asher secured the front door, the bay door was locked from the outside with a padlock, and the small side door led to a postage-stamp-sized office that was missing half a wall. Even though all exits were secured, they could easily get out of them if they needed to. The windows were high and small enough that the infected couldn’t get through.
“You think Rockport will have anything left?” Asher sat next to Mason, and the three of them started passing around the can of beans and jerky.
Mason shrugged and swallowed the mouthful of food before speaking. “Not sure. I know the smaller towns lasted longer after the infection than the bigger cities, but it has been months. I doubt there’s much left, but we might be able to find a few supplies.” They finished eating in silence, and then they sat there, no one speaking, but the discomfort was thick.
Maybe she was the only one who felt this way? She certainly hadn’t been very social before the infection hit, and it kind of made it even more awkward for her now, given the fact that she felt like some kind of third wheel in their relationship.
“So, Sparrow.” She lifted her eyes and looked at Asher. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and for a moment, Sparrow let her eyes travel over the hard, defined lines of his biceps. “You got a last name?” His white T-shirt, or what had once been white, molded to his chest, and even with the single candle being the only form of illumination, she could still make out the ridges that lined his abdomen.
She stared into his eyes, ones she couldn’t see very well because of the shadows but that she knew were a bright blue. Even after traveling with them, she had only told them the bare minimum about herself, and she didn’t think a last name was really important anymore. “Gray. It’s Gray.” His blond hair was short, but then again, Mason had just cut it with a rusty pair of scissors. She flicked her eyes to Mason. He watched her silently, but she noticed he did that a lot.
“Is Sparrow a nickname or something?”
She didn’t take her eyes off Mason when Asher asked her. Clearing her throat, she pulled her jacket closer to her body and shook her head. “No, my parents just wanted their kid named after a bird, I suppose.” She hadn’t said it to try to be funny, but apparently he thought it was, because Asher chuckled softly. She hated her name growing up, got teased relentlessly during school because of it, but now as an adult, she liked that it was so unusual.
“You don’t talk much.” Mason’s voice was just as deep as Asher’s, but he had more of a stoic personality.
She glanced over at him. “Neither do you.”
He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Being on the road with these two guys had showed her a lot. Sparrow didn’t just keep quiet because it was the smart thing to do or because that was what Mason wanted. She also did it, because it gave her a chance to really learn about them and see the things they might not have shown if they knew someone was watching.
Most of the time, she didn’t even think they realized she was still with them. They would be so caught up in talking strategy or scanning their surroundings that Sparrow watched them and learned little things about them. For instance, Mason always had a hand on the hunting knife strapped to his outer thigh or on the butt of his gun. He also was the one who listened more than spoke, and he seemed cold on the best of days.
Asher, on the other hand, seemed far friendlier out of the two of them, and the few times she saw him smile or show emotion, she could see that if she was to penetrate any of their hard exteriors, it was going to be through him. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t as frighteningly powerful or dominant as Mason. When the two of them stood side by side, they looked like hardened warriors ready to kick some ass.
“How did you survive so long after the infection broke out?” Asher grabbed the half-empty bottle of water Mason handed to him and took a swig. He held his hand out for her to take the bottle, and when she did, their fingers brushed. She quickly snatched her hand back, thankful for the darkness that hid her cheeks, since she knew she was blushing.
“I was with a group of four when the infection really started to spread. But slowly, they were picked off until I was the last one standing.” She glanced between them and then drank a mouthful of water. She never thought water could taste as good as it did when you were scrounging for it. When she took her share, she passed it to Mason, but he shook his head.
“You go ahead and finish it off.” The offer was kind, but his expression didn’t show any emotion.
“You sure?” she asked, and he nodded and turned his attention to the candle. “Thank you.” He grunted once in response, but before she finished it, she looked at Asher.
“You go ahead. I’m good.” Asher gave her a warm smile, and Sparrow found herself smiling in return. God, it felt so good to do it. She hadn’t realized the small, almost insignificant things that she had taken for granted until she just didn’t do them any longer. She handed the now empty bottle to Mason, and he tucked it into his bag. “I ended up finding a couple that took me in for a while, but then I started noticing the way they looked at me.”
