Sparrow's Flight (Savage World, 1)

by Jenika Snow

  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.

  She moved closer and closer until she was at the foot of the bed. She didn’t know why it was such a turn-on to watch Asher slide a condom on his hard cock or pour a generous amount of lube into his palm and stroke himself, but hell it so was. He spread one of Mason’s ass cheeks with one of his hands, used the other one to smear the excess lube in the crack, and then grabbed his shaft.

  The feel of Mason’s eyes on hers was powerful, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the sight of Ash lining up the tip of his dick with Mason’s tight hole and slowly pushing forward. Breathing fast and heavy now, Sparrow felt herself grow wetter by the second as Mason’s anus stretched wide around Asher’s bulbous dick head. When the crown broke through the tight ring of muscle, both men groaned deeply. A look of ecstasy was on Asher’s face. He gripped Mason’s hips, moved forward inch after slow inch until he was buried balls-deep inside his ass, and closed his eyes.

  “Kiss him, Sparrow.” Ash opened his eyes and looked at her, but he had a drugged-like quality to his expression. He wasn’t thrusting just yet, because she knew he liked her involved in this too. Climbing onto the bed and moving on her hands and knees toward Mason had her breasts swaying back and forth. She had gained weight in the last five months and was healthy and curvy again, back to her full-figured weight before the infection hit. Asher slapped her hard on the ass, and a gasp left her. Mason reached out, tugged her forward with a hand curled into her hair, and brought her to his mouth.

  Before they made contact, he slipped his tongue out, ran it over her lips until she was moaning against him, and finally speared it into her mouth. The bed started rocking back and forth, and she knew without looking that Asher was slowly moving that big cock in and out of his ass. She broke the kiss and looked over at Ash, who had his eyes trained right on them. “You have no idea how it feels to be buried inside him and watch the two of you kiss.” He sounded out of breath, but then again he was picking up speed as he plowed his hips forward and pulled them back.

  “Come here, little bird.” It was as if Mason and Asher knew what their next move was going to be without saying anything, because in the next few seconds, she was moving so she was beneath Mason, and the hot length of him felt like a brand against her pussy. With every thrust Asher did, it caused Mason’s cock to slide between her folds, rubbing on her clit, and smearing her cream all over her pussy and inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot and wet, baby.” Mason’s voice was strained, and a light sheen of sweat covered his forehead. “I have to be inside you while Asher fucks me.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just took her mouth in a brutal kiss, fucked her between the lips with his tongue, and would have had her begging him for more if she was capable of speech.

  “Here. Fuck her good and hard, Mason.”

  He shifted away slightly, grabbed the condom Ash handed him, and quickly sheathed himself. Then he lowered himself and pressed his chest to hers. Ash moved right along with him. When Mason’s hips were pressed between the cradle of her thighs once more, she reached between their bodies and placed the tip of his shaft at her entrance. Ash had stilled his movements until they were in position, but once Mason pushed his hips forward, buried the crown of himself inside her, Asher started moving again.

  “Fuck her cunt good and hard.” Ash groaned out and closed his eyes as he slammed into Mason. The force of his actions caused Mason to push all the way in her with one hard shove, and a gasp of pleasure and pain left her. Even all these months later, she still felt so stretched and full when one of them was inside her.

  The room grew heated, humid from their combined panting, and then it was like all of their control snapped. When Asher pulled out of his ass Mason pushed impossibly further into her. And when Mason would slide out of her pussy Ash would shove his cock back in. Over and over, they did this, the rocking motion and their mingled groans and moans filling the air and causing delicious little tremors to move through her uncontrollably. It felt so good, so fucking good that she was going to come.

  “That’s it, Sparrow. Squeeze his fucking cock and come all over him. Let
me see how good it feels. Let us fucking hear it.”

  “Shit, Ash, you keep talking dirty like that and I am going to fucking come.” Mason ran his tongue over her lips, along her jawline, and down the line of her neck. She tilted her head back, cried out when he dragged his teeth back and forth, and felt the familiar stirrings of her climax rise up like a fierce animal.

  “I want you to fucking come, because I’m about to go over the edge feeling your tight ass clenching around my cock and seeing the look of ecstasy on Sparrow’s face.”

  And that was it, all she needed to send her into euphoria.

  “I’m going to come. Oh. God.” She didn’t bother being quiet, because she knew they liked to hear her scream out, but she honestly couldn’t have stayed silent anyway. But they followed her right over the edge, and the sound of all three of them moaning and grunting out as they came was an auditory orgasm of the best kind. With a heavy, collective sigh from the three of them, Ash pulled out of Mason, moved off the back, and took a few, staggering steps backward.

  He looked drunk, but then again that was how she felt. His cock was semi-hard, and she could see the massive load of cum gathered in the tip of the condom. God, it was such a turn-on, so much so that she clenched her inner muscles around Mason until he groaned.

  “Shit, baby, you keep doing that and I’ll be tempted to go another round.” He braced himself up on an elbow and looked down at her. He slowly started to move inside her, but it was lazy and slowly brought her arousal up instead of making her burn like a forest fire. “Was it good, baby?”

  She nodded and let out a small mewling noise when he rubbed along a very sensitive area inside her. Ash was back on the bed beside her only minutes later, condom removed and all cleaned up. With an almost defeated groan Mason kissed her once more, pulled out of her still clenching body, and went to go get cleaned up. She should have done the same, but she had that post-euphoric high going on and couldn’t move a muscle. The bed dipped on the other side of her, and her two guys sandwiched her in. They kissed her neck, chest, and even her arms, making a happy little sigh escape her.

  They then kissed each other, pressed their chests against her sides, and pulled the blanket over the three of them. Within minutes, that pleasure-filled contentment settled into her, and as it always did after she was with them, Sparrow didn’t let the devastation of their lives control her. It was now one hell of a world, but as long as she had these two men beside her, she could get through anything. A smile curved her mouth, and she closed her eyes. What was an apocalypse with flesh-eating zombies when there was Mason and Asher to keep her preoccupied?

  Epilogue Two

  Four years later

  Sparrow couldn’t help but smile as she watched her men working on a truck they found months ago, one that had miraculously started up when they hot-wired it but had since taken a crap. They’d been working on the damn thing day in and day out, and although she asked them what the point was, that finding gas to fill the thing was next to impossible these days, she supposed maybe part of it was they wanted to keep busy.

  Life these days was hard and tiring, and even though they never said it out loud, she had a feeling working under the hood of that old Ford took them back to a different time, a simpler way of living.

  The sound of a little girl laughing had Sparrow glancing over at the playhouse Mason and Asher built out of scrap lumber and other odds and ends they found while scavenging. She smiled as their daughter, Shiloh, was waving out the tiny window at her.

  She lifted her hand and waved back before blowing a kiss at the little girl.

  Shiloh was the light of their lives, a bright spot in an otherwise dark world. Sparrow didn’t deny she was overly protective, but despite Shiloh still being so young, they made sure to teach her the importance of safety, had since she started walking and talking.

  She knew about the dead, knew how dangerous it was to wander. And when she was older, they’d teach her how to defend herself.

  Although they’d never know who the biological father was—and because Sparrow saw a little bit of both men in their daughter at any given time, so trying to guess who could have fathered her was impossible—none of that mattered.

  The three of them were a family. Mason and Asher were her Papa and Daddy.

  She stood and walked over to the small garden, the vegetables starting to really come up. She crouched in front of the cucumbers, gently running her fingers over the prickly skin and smiling. She was proud of all the hard work they’d done, all the blood, sweat, and tears they’d put into making this their home.

  And then the sound of Shiloh crying had Sparrow lifting her head instantly and looking in the direction of her daughter. She didn’t wait as she ran over to her, and although she could see the little girl had only fallen and scrapped her knee, Mason and Asher had come rushing over as well. Even the smallest cry, the littlest injury could mean something monumental in this world.

  They could never be too careful.

  Mason scooped Shiloh up, and Asher smoothed his hand over her hair. Both of Sparrow’s men gently cared for their child, murmuring soft things that made their daughter smile, told her they’d read her favorite book five times tonight if it’d make her tears stop.

  But little Shiloh wanted her mama, and so when Mason handed her over to Sparrow, she sat down and kept her daughter in her lap, leaning down and kissing the small scrape on her knee.

  “It’ll be okay, sweetheart.”

  Shiloh wrapped her arms around Sparrow’s neck and started to calm down as she sang softly. And just like that, their baby girl was all smiles. She hopped off Sparrow’s lap a second later and ran back to her playhouse, causing all three of them to laugh softly.

  “She’s tough,” Mason said deeply.

  “A little spitfire,” Asher responded.

  “She’s just like you two,” Sparrow replied softly, and they glanced at her, grinning.

  Mason was by Sparrow a second later, kissing her deeply. Asher came to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

  As she let her men hold her, and as they watched their beautiful little girl play and live her best life, Sparrow was once again thankful.

  They had their health.

  They had their safety.

  And most importantly, they had each other.

  The End.

  About the Author

  Find Jenika at:

  www.JenikaSnow.com

  Jenika_Snow@yahoo.com