by Reese Rivers
I hang the dripping slicker on a peg beside my gun holster and remember that I never topped up the magazine from the last time I used it. Grabbing a dish towel from the kitchen I dry the rain from my bare legs and face and then take care of the eggs and hens. My mind tracks through all the ingredients I will need to grab for my stew from the storage room - but bullets first. Ryan and Tommy always drilled us to keep topped up whenever possible. Admittedly, I’ve been a little distracted but I should have loaded up again right away. You never know when you’ll need those few extra bullets in a pinch.
I grab a grocery basket to dump all my ingredients into and then push open the door to the gym to grab the bullets. The heavy base of hard rock blares out, surprising me as I quickly shut the door behind me to keep the music locked in the soundproofed room. My eyes are like magnets as they latch onto the sweat-covered muscles on full display as Grayson pumps iron with a fierce frown on his face. He hasn’t noticed me coming in over the pounding music and his deep concentration so I just stand there and feast on his body as it moves and flexes. The deep tan he’s gotten from all the work done in the gardens and sheen of glistening sweat makes him look like he’s been dipped in bronze.
My tongue slides out to lick my lips before I bite down on my bottom lip as my eyes slide over his rippling arms, chest, and abs. He’s not as broad or as bulky as Linc but that doesn’t change the raw power and strength I can see as he lifts an impressive amount of weight. Although they all are tall, Grayson’s an inch or two shorter than Linc and I would peg him around the six-foot even mark. His chest is hair-free except for a thin dark line that starts under his belly button and disappears into the sweat shorts he’s wearing. Shorts that cup an impressive bulge that makes my fingers inch to uncover. I’m so focused on his body and the music is so loud that I don’t hear the weights crashing back into their mount and it’s only when he sits up and comes to his feet, turning my way - causing my eyes to lift to his.
“Fuck me.” Slips out in a harsh whisper when I see the dark intentions in his eyes and the hard set to his usually grinning lips. He stalks towards me and I think this is what prey must feel like when they’re being hunted. He comes to a stop in front of me and kicks the basket I’ve dropped to the side and then pins me to the door with his hips. There’s not one ounce of sweetness or softness in his expression, just flaming hunger and need. My eyes start to water; they're so wide as I look up at him and a flicker of fear sparks in the back of my mind. He leans even closer and moves his mouth so that his lips are next to my ear.
“I came here to get away from you,” he growls over the loud music. “I needed to push my body to the limit to distract it and burn off the fucking lust that fills it every time I look at you. I’m barely holding back the beast inside of me that’s raging for you, Kelsey. And here you are, walking right into my fucking den. The beast is awake now and he’s starving for you.”
My body takes over from my brain as his mouth covers mine and his tongue forces its way in. It is hard and hot and so intense that I feel my panties soaking up my wet heat. My hands come up and slide along his chest, digging in as he strips me of all inhibitions with the relentless assault he’s waging on my mouth. It’s so different than what I thought a kiss would be like with him. It’s filled with darkness and so intense, triggering something in me that has my nails biting into his skin and my teeth nipping at his lips as my own growl slips out. He grunts and then his arms are around me like steel bands as he picks me up and carries me across the room. He pushes me against the mirrored wall, never taking his mouth from mine. His mouth slides back to my ear and his hot breath washes over my sensitive skin as he cages me in.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? To my cock?” He asks me roughly and a thrill goes straight to my pussy as my hips lift, searching for contact. “This tight little body of yours, your sweet laugh, and those big, wide innocent eyes - makes me want to fuck you so hard and dirty you beg for more. I want to strip your innocence away piece by piece with my mouth, my tongue, my cock. I want to do filthy, filthy things to your body, Kelsey, and I want to hear you scream my name as you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”
Holy HELL! Where the fuck did this come from? My sweet, charming Grayson has been hiding a beastly devil behind his smile and I’m so fucking wet and turned on right now that I think I would drop to my knees and take him in my mouth or spread my legs at the softest command from him.
He pulls away from my ear to face me and slides a hard thumb across my bottom lip. The smoldering intensity never leaves his eyes and I am so focused on him that his voice cuts through the throbbing music when he says one word.
“RUN.”
My chest is heaving and my breathing is jagged as I give the tiniest shake of my head and that’s all it takes for his hands to land on me. He strips me so fast I barely register it and spins me to face the mirror, lifting my hands and pinning them out and over my head with his. His hot body presses against my back and I can’t keep myself from grinding my ass back against his rigid length. There’s nothing humorous in his chuckle as his tongue licks me from my shoulder up to my neck and then to my ear until his dark eyes meet mine in the mirror.
“Spread your legs.”
It’s not a question, it’s a command and I’m helpless against the flood of heat burning my core so I do as he says.
“Look at you. Look at those nipples. Are they aching for my touch, my lips, and my tongue?”
Words aren’t possible so I just nod with a small whimper.
“What about your pussy? Is it wet for me? Does it feel so hot and swollen? Does it ache for my cock?”
My hips jerk in response and I manage a stuttering “Y-yes!”
His teeth tug on my earlobe and I see the faintest smile pull at his lips.
“I don’t believe you. We should check to make sure.”
Yes, yes, and fuck yes. I’m so blown away and shocked by how fast and dirty this is but I won’t lie to myself, I am all in for whatever he wants to do to me. He keeps one of my hands pressed against the mirror and drags the other down - folding all our fingers except for our two index fingers and slides them into my mouth.
“Suck.” He commands.
I close my eyes and swirl my tongue around both our fingers and then suck on them but he pulls them away.
“Eyes open. You will watch everything I … everything we … do to your body or I’ll stop.” At my jerky nod, he murmurs, “Good girl.”
Then he drags our fingers down my chin, along my neck – slowly, teasingly - to my breasts. He’s in complete control of me and uses my finger in tandem with his, rolling my peaked nipple and then pinching it between them. The jolt from the almost painful touch goes straight to my clit and I grind back even harder against him as he slowly rocks his hot cock between my ass cheeks. He pulls our hands down further and gently traces my slit back and forth, back and forth until I feel like I will lose my mind if he doesn’t go deeper. When he finally dips our fingers into my soaking wetness my head falls back against his chest and a loud moan pours from my mouth as our entwined fingers brush over my throbbing clit. My hips push forward this time looking for more contact, more friction, more pressure.
“No.”
Grayson presses my other hand firmly against the mirror, commanding me to leave it there, and brings his arm down to wrap around my hips like a steel band so I can’t move and only then does he get our fingers moving again. Long, slow, swipes through my wetness drive me wild - never stopping on the place I need it most and I’m begging for more when he angles us and drives our two fingers deep inside of me. The noises I’m making, thankfully drowned out by the music, would make the devil blush as he curls our fingers and thrusts in and out of my channel.
“Do you feel how hot and tight your greedy pussy is for me, Kelsey? Feel it squeezing us, pulsing for more. Your pussy wants my cock so bad, doesn’t it, baby? It wants my cock to pound into it, fucking it so hard it weeps all your cream down your thigh
s.”
“Ahhh … yes … fuck … please!” I sob out as I feel the pressure build, my core tightening as the first wave starts to crest … “Nooo … ” I beg as he pulls us out of my trembling, spasming pussy.
Grayson raises our fingers to his mouth and licks them before pushing them through my lips into my mouth.
“See how good you taste? Like fucking honey.” He pulls our hands away from my mouth and forces my hand back to the mirror leaving it there with my other one.
“Bend over more and spread your legs apart; then don’t fucking move. I’m going to eat your ass and pussy until your juices are spread all over my face and you are going to stay still, watch me do it, and love every second of it.”
Constant whimpers are coming from my mouth and I can barely keep my knees locked as I spread wider and bend over so my face is almost touching the mirror. His chest and abs never leave contact with my back until he finally drops to his knees behind me and firmly grips my ass cheeks with two large strong hands and pulls them apart. The first hot stroke of his tongue has me howling and then moaning as he laps at my hole. I’ve never had this done to me before and I would never have thought it would be so fucking erotic. It makes me wonder how it would feel to have more inside me there and if I would like it. All other thoughts disappear as his tongue moves forward and slides straight into my slit. Stroke after shallow hot stroke - he fucks me with his tongue from behind and I grind back against his face wanting him deeper, harder, faster. When he moves forward again and laps and flicks my clit I almost collapse and let the side of my head rest against the mirror so I can steady myself and still keep watching his tongue wreak havoc on my pussy.
So many times, I’m so close to coming but as soon as I begin to tighten, Grayson moves to a different spot. A non-stop chant starts falling from my lips as I beg him in a shattered voice, “Please, please, please, please.”
Just when I don’t think I can take any more he pulls back and stands quickly and thrusts his throbbing cock balls deep into me in one hard stroke. My back arches involuntarily, almost painfully – as my whole body spasms and fires with pleasure – I can’t hold back the scream that escapes as he captures my hair in his fist, pulling it tight so he can bring his mouth back to my ear.
“Your cunt was made for my cock. Feel the way I stretch you and how hard you grip me. I’m going to fuck you so hard and so good you’re going to come again and again and I’m not going to stop until I fill you with my cum. And then, and then Kells, you’re going to get on your back and suck me off again while I lick you clean and make you come again all over my tongue.”
And that’s exactly what he did. His cock feels like a velvet-covered steel rod as he pounds into me, forcing climax after climax from my body and when I can’t stand anymore, he takes us down to our knees, pushes my face to the floor, and fucks me some more. I’m lost in a haze of orgasms that just keep crashing over me. I take him in my mouth as deep as I can and my pussy pulses for more as he holds my face and fucks my mouth until his cock explodes, spilling his seed down my throat. Then he’s between my legs and my fingers are pulling on his hair and my thighs squeeze around his head as his tongue lashes my clit to another orgasm that almost hurts as I scream his name.
When we finally finish and part, I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me from the mirror. I look wild and untamed and completely flush with satisfaction. I’ve never felt this way or looked this way in my life and I don’t quite know how to feel about that. Grayson shuts the blaring music off, brings my clothes to me, and helps me dress. The intensity he showed me is gone, replaced by his usual sweetness. He brushes my hair back, pulls me gently against him, and buries his face in my hair. He just holds me like that for a few moments and then pulls back to stare into my eyes.
“Kells, baby …” he trails off with a harsh breath as his brow furrows. “I don’t have the right words to tell you how I feel about you. Everything I come up with sounds trite and shallow compared to what I’m feeling. Who you are, your kindness, your strength. The sound of your laugh and the way you walk into walls when we overload your brain. How I feel when I’m kissing you, touching you. Baby, it fills a void in me that’s been empty for so long.” His forehead presses against mine and I see, I see what he’s trying to say and I recognize it because I feel that way too. “Kells, you make me feel whole again and I never want to let you go.”
I feel tears welling up because after so long alone I understand what he means. The jagged hole inside me that started when Tommy, Ryan, and Lisa disappeared and then yawned wide open after what happened with Tara - is starting to fill in and it’s all because of these four men. The sex so far has been mind-blowing but that just filled a physical need I didn’t even know I had. What is really starting to fill the emptiness and erase some of my crazy is the way they treat me. The way they take care of me and show me in so many little ways that they care about me. I hug those feelings to my chest and just breathe out.
“Yes.”
His lips find mine in a kiss so deep, so slow and so packed full of meaning that my head starts to spin as a warm glow envelopes me. When he finally releases me, I’m wobbly on my feet and he guides me to the door.
“I’ll clean up in here and wipe everything down. Why don’t you go grab a shower and take a little time to … take some time. We can talk later if you want.”
I blink a few times and nod, still lost in the glowing haze of the extreme pleasure he inflicted on my body and the warmth of too many feelings to sort through. I’m so lost in it that I walk out of the cavern into the pouring rain without my slicker. Lightning flashes across the sky followed by the crack of thunder but I barely notice as I slowly walk to the camper. Every part of me is soaked through with rain as I step inside and stand dripping for a minute.
“Hey! You’re completely drenched. Did you want me to run back and grab the stew?” Linc asks me while grabbing a dish towel and wiping the water from my face.
My eyes manage to focus on him and I ask with confusion, “Stew?”
A knowing grin starts to slide across his face but all he gets out is, “Grayson …” before all four of our phones start blaring out alarms. I snatch mine from my back pocket and start swiping and tapping until I have the screen I need open. All thoughts of sex and love are scraped from my mind as I feel all the blood leave my face. I lift my head and meet each of their gazes as I say the one word I’ve been terrified of since the fences went up.
“Breach.”
Kelsey
I’m back out the door and gone even as they are yelling at me to wait. This isn’t a wait and ‘see what happens’ type of problem. This is a get lots of guns and bullets and use them all right fucking now, problem. I hit the cavern and blow past Grayson who’s just left the gym with his phone clenched in his hand even as he calls my name. I go straight to the big bank of cupboards against the one wall and throw them open, snag an empty bag from the bottom and start filling it with pre-loaded magazines for my handguns and the rifles that are already in the guard towers waiting to be used. I snatch handfuls of shotgun shells and dump them in and then pull a tactical shotgun from the mounts on the wall filled with weapons. It’s not silenced like the handguns and rifle but if it gets bad enough that I need it, silence won’t matter anymore. I sling the shotgun and bag over my shoulders and turn to run just as all four men run into the room so I wave toward the cupboards.
“Take what you want and meet me out there,” I order but when I try and move around them, Devin steps in front of me and grabs both my arms holding me in place.
“No! We go together. Fuck, Kelsey! Just wait for us. We go together.” He snaps at me, giving my arms a little shake.
I glare at him and open my mouth to tell him off but then just growl out, “Fine but fucking move it!”
While they gear up, I wipe the rain from my face and take another look at the security app to get a better handle on what we are facing. There’s a gaping black hole in the lit-up map that tells m
e a portion of the fence is down and the pressure sensors on the interior fence of the same section are showing red so it’s being pushed on. All of the other panels are green so I have no idea what’s going on in that one area to attract the dead. This doesn’t make sense. If we’ve been breached by a pack or even worse, a horde - then the panels all along that area would be red as they pressed against the fences. Why just that one area? Is it another person? Did someone alive climb the fence and bring the dead down on us? Fuck!
I tell the others what I’m worried about so we can all be on guard for the living as well as the dead and then we start running. Linc snags my slicker on the way out as I pull on my holsters but I flick it away with a shake of my head. It’s too bright and bulky and too easy for the dead to grab onto. Being wet won’t kill me, the dead will if they get their hands on me. We run out into the rain and I feel the mud sucking at my shoes as we speed down rows of plants. When we get within twenty feet of the fence I let out a screech of frustration at what I see but also lose a little bit of the tension I’ve been holding. It’s not the dead that has breached the fence, it’s a downed fucking tree!
My sprint slows to a stop and I grab Oliver and Linc as they try to run past me, I pull them close so I don’t have to yell so loud over the storm, and start firing off instructions.
“I need you to go back! It’s a tree. A tree has crashed through the fence! On the other side of the greenhouse are three sheds. One of them has an ATV in it and a utility trailer. You need to load it up from the other two sheds. Chainsaws, hatchets, saws, chains. Also bring the spool of steel wire, clamps, and brackets. Don’t worry too much about the gardens - just fucking drive over them if you have to! Dev, Gray, and I will stay here in the towers and pick off any of the dead that head this way. GO!” I yell, shoving them back the way we just came and then whirling toward the fence and running up to Dev and Gray who are now standing in front of the section that is covered in flailing branches and leaves in the wind.
