Page 50 of Bound in Ashes

I was furiously leaking precum and she captured every drop, slicking down my shaft and back up again in soothing swipes that had me clenching my teeth.

I pushed my pants down to give myself more space and wrapped my hand around hers. “Harder.”

She huffed out a laugh but tightened her grip. I let her go and rocked my hips in time with her strokes.

She panted, and I smiled when I smelled the evidence of why. “You playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck your hand?”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, her hips rolling in a slow circle.

I slowed my thrusts to match her movements, her tight grip, her soft tits against my back a torture I wanted to make last.

“That’s it,” I said when she moaned against my neck. “Let me hear you make yourself come for me.”

She let out a little grunt and her stroke stuttered as she rubbed her clit harder, the soft, rhythmic rustle of her pants sexier than anything I’d ever heard.

Her hand clamped down tight, and when she shuddered, I thrust hard and let go, my cum raining out of my cock and onto the ground.

I pushed her hand away and turned, dropping down on my knees in front of her, taking her pants with me.

Then I buried my face in her pussy, and lapped at her like a starving man.

I ate her pussy ravenously, mercilessly, holding her in place when her legs buckled.

Knowing that the end of the world or not, I’d never, ever get enough of this woman.

EIGHT

Jack

“You hear that?” Miles whispered urgently.

It was early, early enough that the mist hadn’t yet been burned off by the sun, but Miles and I were outside, wanting to get a start on the day.

“I did,” I said evenly.

I glanced back at the kid and saw that he put on a brave face. He should be somewhere playing video games, throwing a football around, being a fucking kid. But that was gone for him, just like it was gone for every other kid.

Like it was gone for Evan.

That last thought shook me out of my spiral. Evan was out there. To get to him, I needed to stay alive.

“Go back to the house. Quickly. Get the others. Get more weapons.”

The kid moved, his steps light like he had been trained. And maybe in a way he was. I kept him close, and he watched. Sad that he had to put those newfound skills to use. But that was the world we lived in. Fucked up as it ever was.

My gun lay heavy at my waist, the familiar press of the metal against my hip comforting. And also something I wouldn’t reach for. Not until it was the last resort. The knife strapped to my thigh, however, was something else. Levi really did have the arsenal Asia talked about, and this knife holster was one of the best gifts I’d ever received.

I unsheathed the knife, the low swish of sharp metal against thick woven canvas was the morning serenade. But that was what the new world sounded like. Not the owls’ last hoots, the roosters’ crow. No, the soundtrack to this new world was moans and mindless shambling.

The scent of death wafted in the air, a stain on the beauty and purity that was this morning. The tragedy of it, the unrelenting fucking horror, was something I didn’t think about. I didn’t think about anything but my next steps.

I scanned the field. Spotted ten of them. They were slow, uncoordinated, but together, they would do damage. I wouldn’t let that happen. I moved, going for the one closest to me. A stab to the ear, a twist, and black goo that had once been brain started to pour, and the zombie dropped, an empty husk.

I heard the swish of grass, which alerted me to footsteps, and I looked back, seeing Miles with Asia a step behind him. Elliot was behind them and Levi trailed in the distance.

“Handle those three,” I said, nodding to the northwest side of the field.

The sun was steadily rising, and the others moved. Miles, who looked so young and innocent five minutes ago, was focused. He approached one zombie with no fear, dispatched it with no hesitation. I couldn’t let pride distract me. I spared a glance at Asia, watched as she took down one, then another.