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He took control of the situation and of her body. He didn’t say words to coax her, just showed his dominance in the way he licked the interior of her mouth, ran his hands over her damp shirt, and willed her body to get hotter by the second. She saw Ash moving back too and knew he was giving Mason head again.
“You have no idea how good it feels to have Ash sucking my cock, rolling my balls in his big, masculine hand, and have the softness of you pressed against me. It’s the best of both worlds.” As if that had been some kind of cue, the sound of Asher’s mouth leaving the suction of Mason’s dick filled the air. He stood and moved beside Mason so they were face-to-face with her.
“Does he make you feel good, sweetheart?” Ash leaned in so their mouths were only inches apart. Mason was still so close. She nodded and licked her lips, which had Ash groaning and slanting his mouth on hers. The flavor of Mason’s pre-cum covering her taste buds in a salty, yet surprisingly sweet mixture came from Asher’s lips. Mason pushed her thighs apart while Ash kept kissing her, but not even the sound of a condom being opened, or the feel of the thick crest of Mason’s dick penetrating her pussy, could break the spell Ash currently had on her. When the head of Mason’s erection was lodged inside her, she expected him to go slowly, but she should have known better, because even gentle Ash hadn’t been so gentle.
Mason tunneled into her body in one steady, swift move. Her ass moved up the counter an inch, but Ash kept his hand on her chin and his mouth on hers. Mason didn’t ease in and out of her. He fucked her like he hadn’t fucked a female in a very long time, but she supposed that wasn’t far from the truth. Ash kissed her like he was making love, and Mason fucked her like she was a vessel for his pleasure. But both complemented each other so well that she knew that being with them separately, although deliciously good, would never bring her this kind of mind-blowing intensity.
Mason shoved her shirt up her chest forcefully, baring her breasts and then lowering his head to suck on her exposed nipples. A gasp of pain left her when Mason bit down on one stiff peak, but he dragged his tongue along the abused flesh, causing her inner muscles to clench around him on their own.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. Do that again. Milk my shit until I come so fucking hard.”
She did as Mason asked, and when Ash broke the kiss and he and Mason started making out while Mason continued to slam his dick in and out of her and pull at one of her nipples, she couldn’t hold off the inevitable orgasm that had slowly been rising since she had gotten off the second time. Her head was suddenly too heavy, and she let it fall back. The same thing went for her eyes, and she closed them, enjoyed the euphoric sensation that washed through her, and didn’t care about anything else.
While her pleasure was still going, one of the guys grabbed her hair, yanked her head forward, and kissed her hard enough that their teeth clashed. The deep groan against her lips told her it was Mason, but soon Asher had his hand in her hair and was pulling her toward him, kissing her softer but with just as much passion. Mason shuddered against her as he came, and the smell of their sweat, the sweet muskiness of their combined arousal, filled the small, deserted kitchen.
Even after the pleasure became a slow burn inside her, Mason and Asher took turns kissing her. Their faces were so close, nearly fused together, so all they were doing was moving their mouths against each other at the same time. It was hot as hell, erotic, and steam worthy, and she knew she had never truly lived until this very moment.
Chapter Fourteen
Collin stared through the small opening in the window where the boards didn’t quite block. What he saw should not have made him hard, but he hadn’t been with a female in a really long fucking time, and seeing the woman who had just been tied to a tree hours before, willing to do whatever the fuck he wanted because she had no other choice, had the sick side of him rear its ugly head. He thought he’d buried the bastard when the world had gone down the shitter.
He’d gone through his stash of cocaine months ago, and even after the agonizingly painful period of him lying in a ditch going through withdrawal, it was clear that the evil part of him hadn’t died right along with his need to get high. He was just good at hiding it, keeping it buried deep inside until he couldn’t handle the black oiliness of it any longer. Tonight had been the result of him not being able to control it.
He killed the men he had been on the road with for the last two weeks. But they were pieces-of-shit humans who should have died like the rest of the world. They were a means to an end, and when he had seen the green-eyed, dark-haired beauty restrained to that tree, something in him snapped. He didn’t care how many lives he had taken, didn’t care if he went to hell for it, because in all honesty, he was already in hell.
Nothing worse could happen to him.
He was a demon amidst the fire and flames of the seventh level of hell, and he reveled in it. It had been his life for as long as he cared to remember, and he had no intentions of letting go. Collin was tired of being alone, and the green-eyed beauty would make a perfect addition to his lonely, depraved, pain-filled existence. But even as he thought that, a smaller part of him moved away, tried to reason that being decent was the only thing left that was good in this world. But in his mind’s eye, he saw her tied to that tree. Her complete helplessness had gotten him harder than he had been in years, had brought back memories of the club he once owned, of the darkness, smoky atmosphere, screams of pain and pleas for more.
Even now, nearly half a year later, he scented the sex that lined the air like a thick, erotically cloaked blanket. He wanted her, but as he watched them with her, saw the way they touched her like they really fucking cared, and this wasn’t just about getting off, it told Collin that getting between that wouldn’t do anything but hurt everyone. Did he actually think kidnapping her would have her loving him, looking at him like he was her protector, and letting him do all the vile and filthy things he longed for?
No, he was a sick, depraved bastard. There had been enough pain and disgust in his life before the apocalypse, and even afterward, he had done some pretty heinous shit. He didn’t want to continue on the same path, didn’t want to ruin what those three obviously had, and what Collin would most likely never experience.
Chapter Fifteen
The sun started to rise over the tops of the evergreens, and Sparrow shielded her eyes from the bright glare. They stayed at the cabin for a few days, letting Mason recoup before they continued to make their way to his own cabin. Fortunately, no one bothered them during that time, which had been a very nice break from the chaos that seemed to follow them.
They’d been walking for miles, farther and farther up the mountain until the air thinned and a crisp wind blew through the trees. Her feet ached, her whole body burned, and all of the adrenalin, endorphins, and energy that had kept her going thus far had since dwindled away to nothing.
But she kept her mouth shut, knew Mason and Asher were just as exhausted, and told herself that when they got there, this would have all been worth it. Sweat lined her flesh, but the cool breeze dried it almost as instantly as it formed.
The trees had broken way to show a modest-sized cabin. A shed about the size of a small garage was off to the side but no more than a few feet from the cabin. There was a huge padlock on the shed door and a good-sized area with chicken wire fenced around the perimeter.
Grass was overgrown in patches, and weeds sprouted up in the small, almost pointless gravel driveway that led up to the front of the cabin.
The place looked deserted and spooky even, but it was a sight for sore eyes and, as far as she could tell, completely untouched. They all stood there for several minutes, just staring. She took in their surroundings, and all she heard was silence.
Blissful silence filled her at the fact that she didn’t hear the shuffling and groaning of the infected. But this silence wasn’t like the kind that filled her head when she was alone on the road. This was peaceful, with birds chirping and the smell of freshness filling her senses. But she couldn’t go rushing over to the front door, not when they still had to make sure it was safe and secure, even if it appeared that way.
The three of them had stayed hidden behind the trees, scoping out the property and seeing if there was any movement. There hadn’t been, and when Asher and Mason deemed it safe enough to move forward, they still kept her behind them. The truth was they made her feel good when they wanted to protect her.
Feeling safe was a rarity these days, but these two men made her feel like that tenfold. Mason took hold of her hand, and she was snapped out of her thoughts. They moved quickly and silently around the side of the cabin, and Mason let her hand go to look through one of the windows. She held her breath, but then she saw him visibly relax and look over at them.
“No one has been here. I can see everything is exactly as I left it half a year ago.” He led them back toward the front door, and the porch creaked beneath the combined weight of the three of them. Mason lifted his arm and felt around the doorframe, and she heard the sound of metal running along wood. He lowered his arm and showed them the single key he held.
“You seriously kept the spare above your doorframe?” Asher snorted when Mason grinned. Once the door was unlocked and Mason pushed it fully open, the scent of stale air and dust filled her nose. She held off on a sneeze and twitched her nose from side to side. There was no light aside from what came through the few windows sporadically placed. Asher shut the door behind her, and for a moment, no one spoke or moved. But then Mason jumped into action.
“Ash, let’s do a quick sweep. There are two rooms in the back and a bathroom down the hall.” Mason turned and looked at her. “Stay here, baby.”
