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They were moving through the cabin before she could even respond. The sound of their footsteps moving through the rooms and of their voices murmuring that everything was clear drowned out everything else. They were back in front of her only minutes later.
“It’s all good.” Mason smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her. He moved into the kitchen and started checking the cupboards. “Over the years, I’ve been stockpiling this place.” He bent down on his haunches, ran his finger along the underside of the cabinet, and a clicking, followed by a popping noise filled the air right before a small door popped out from the ground.
Mason reached out and pulled the small door open. The space inside was not very large, but inside was stacked with canned goods, dried beans and rice, and even dehydrated meat and fruits.
“I put this trapdoor here to utilize space.” Mason grinned up at them, but she was already smiling like a fool. “I have a cistern out back, but I’ll need to check it out. The shed has firewood and more canned goods along with jugs of fresh water. My plan had been to stay here a very long time.” She reached out and took his hand, and he gave it a squeeze. But there was only peace and acceptance in his eyes. She knew he would never be fully healed, but she hoped the three of them could work toward a beautiful, fresh future.
“Come here, you two.” She looked at Asher for only a second before moving toward Mason. He wrapped her in his arms, lifted her head with a finger under her chin, and brought his mouth to hers.
When she was good and heated, nice and aroused, because this man knew exactly how to stroke her with only his tongue so she was putty in his hands, she inhaled deeply. He gently broke the kiss, smiled down at her again, and looked at Ash. He pulled the other man forward and claimed his mouth in a more aggressive manner, but not lacking the sensuality and caring that he had given her.
She felt her throat tighten in desire as she watched their mouths separate only the barest of spaces, and how they slowly stuck their tongues out, twirling them around together. There was a thin line of saliva from tongue to tongue that kept them connected as they finally pulled apart, but they only looked at each other for a moment before slowly turning their heads in her direction. She was aroused beyond belief, but it wasn’t the time for what she really wanted to do, and she could see in their eyes they knew that as well.
Mason and Asher pulled away from each other. “I think we could all use some sleep. I’ll lock everything up, but until we know for sure we are secure up here, there is still the risk of drifters.”
Asher nodded and ran a hand over his hair. “Yeah, I’m dead weight on my feet right now.”
For a moment when her arousal spiked, she had forgotten about the exhaustion that ran right down to her bones. Sleep was good, very, very good. Mason locked up the front door, checked the few windows, and gestured for them to follow him to the back of the cabin.
“We need to install some shutters on the inside for starters.” He pushed open a door at the end of the hall, and she followed them into a pretty large room.
There was one bed in the center of the room pushed against the wall, and it was gorgeous. The four posts were thick and looked hand-carved. The room smelled musty, and the light coming through the window showed all the dust particles floating through the air. The bed was inviting, and all she wanted to do was collapse in the center of it and sleep until everything looked better when she woke.
Asher peeled off the dusty comforter and tossed it aside. After toeing off her shoes and crawling into the center of the mattress, she flopped onto her belly and closed her eyes. The smell of staleness and age filled her nose, but she didn’t care. Cleaning the sweat off of her body didn’t even matter at this point, especially not when Mason lay beside her and Ash moved onto the other side of her body. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know who wrapped his arms around her middle and who moved his hand over the curve of her bottom.
It seemed like this one moment meant more than she could possibly comprehend, and for once since everything happened, Sparrow felt like she had found a home. And that home included these two very hard and roughened men, who just happened to be in a relationship with each other but showed her that even when there was dirt and pain, violence and desolation, there was always that little ray of hope that shone through if someone was willing to open their eyes and really look.
Epilogue One
August: Five months later
It had to be in the eighties, but being this high up in the mountains with the trees blocking the light and the cool breeze moving through the branches, the temperature felt like it was in the comfortable seventies. Despite the gorgeous weather, Sparrow was sweating. She wiped her forehead with the back of the hand and looked around. The scent of dirt filled her nose, but she was elbow-deep in the garden.
The vegetables were nearly ready to be picked, and there was a sense of accomplishment and pride in the knowledge that the three of them had made it this far and were surviving on the fruits of their labor. Mason was shirtless over by the chopping block and stacked the last of the lumber by the shed. Sweat glistened off his body, and the sight of his muscles bulging in the most delicious of ways had Sparrow on edge with desire and heat. Ash had gone inside the cabin only a few moments ago after he had gotten water out of the cistern.
Mason looked over at her, grinned, and tilted his head over to the front door. He headed inside, and Sparrow finished up in the garden before standing and brushing the dirt from her legs. Her gun was strapped nicely to her outer thigh, and even though they hadn’t had any problems aside from the occasional infected wandering far too close to their place, they always took precautions. Just because there hadn’t been any healthy humans that found their place, that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.
There was always the risk of being found, or someone challenging them for their home and supplies, and the three of them were not about to let this place go without a fight.
But growing their own food, having a cistern for rain water, securing the cabin with inner shutters, and even setting up spiked “roadblocks” around the perimeter of the property to stop the sick from coming close, they still had to make the occasional trip down the mountain in search of supplies they weren’t able to grow in their garden. But the three of them went together, because it was far too risky for only one to go alone and for only one to stay at the cabin.
The sound of a woodpecker in the distance echoed all around her. The wind blew a scattering of leaves around the bottom of the tree trunks, and some small critter scurried nearby. She stayed out there for another five minutes, doing nothing but taking everything in, because she never got enough of it. They were high in the mountains, and the air was thinner, but she had since grown accustomed to it. She made her way toward the front of the house.
A bath to clean off all the dirt and sweat sounded heavenly, and because Mason and Ash were so damn good to her, when she went to the bathroom, she saw they had the tub filled with warm, steamy water. Her two guys stood side by side in nothing but a towel wrapped around their lean waists. Sparrow took in the sight of their broad shoulders, defined pecs, and rippling six-packs, and even those delicious tight Vs of muscle that led down to what she knew were impressive cocks hidden beneath the material of their towels.
Their grins were devastatingly panty-dropping, but they didn’t engage her in anything sexual, much to her disappointment, and instead kissed her on the cheek and left her alone in the bathroom. But a glance in the slightly foggy mirror showed her that she was filthy, and anything sexual before she was cleaned up was not going to happen.
After she took her time in the bath, cleaned everything so well her flesh was red from scrubbing and her muscles lax from soaking, she climbed out and wrapped a towel around herself. She ran a brush through her hair and left it down to air dry. After leaving the bathroom, she headed back into the bedroom she shared with Mason and Asher. The door was partially open, and when she placed her palm flat on the smooth, cool wood and pushed it open, the sight that greeted her had everything stopping inside her.
Mason and Asher were in the center of the bed, their bodies gloriously naked and their towels puddles of damp material on the ground. Their chests were pressed together, their mouths latched together as one, and their cocks were hard rods between them. Every time they moved, she got a glimpse of those thick lengths moving against each other, making her wetter.
“You like what you see, baby?” Mason murmured against Asher’s mouth, and although they kept their eyes closed and didn’t break away, she knew them well enough that her voyeurism and their exhibitionism were a turn on for the three of them. Sparrow didn’t respond, just tightened her fingers around the towel wrapped around her now shivering body. Ash chuckled and broke away from Mason to look over his shoulder at her.
“You want to watch me fuck Mason?” He cocked a dark blond brow at her, and she nodded. Sparrow had seen them have sex before, got off on it even, but it was always so much better when the three of them became one. One of them fucked her while he got fucked in the ass, and they had even experimented when she said she wanted to see what it felt like to be filled by both of them at the same time. Asher smirked and pushed Mason onto his belly. The other man lifted his ass, and to see someone so dominant, so powerful and assertive, give up control like this had her wet and needy.
“Take off the fucking towel, baby.” Mason grunted out the words at the same time Asher ran his hand over the muscular swell of Mason’s ass. He slapped one cheek and then the other and did this several times until Mason’s flesh was red. She let the towel fall from her body and stepped away from it. “Come here, little bird.” Ash moved away only long enough to grab some lube and a condom from the bedside table, and then he was right back behind Mason, slapping his ass and groaning loudly. They had a nice stockpile of condoms and lubrication after they found a hefty supply at a grocery store in the next town over, but at the rate they went with fucking, they would blow through their supply far too quickly.
But she trusted these men with her life, wanted to feel their bare skin move along hers, but at the same time, bringing a baby into this world right now, even though they were relatively safe where they were, was not something Sparrow wanted to think about. Maybe one day, but sure as hell not anytime soon.
