by Christa Lynn
“Fuck, that was close,” Henry says as his eyes find my lifeless father, and the bodies of six other men lying in the leaves. “What do we do with them?”
“Leave ‘em, the deer and wolves need food,” I say as I kick dirt on top of my father’s body before we make our way back downstream to the compound. I should probably feel shame, or sadness that I just killed my own father, but I can’t help but feel pride and relief because of it. Abe stays far enough back to ensure we aren’t followed and we get back to the house, only to see a fresh pile of dirt next to the river with a cross in it. “Fuck,” I say. “We must have lost one in the storm,” I say as I see the barn, which is nothing but a pile of rubble now. “But who would have been in the barn?” I ask, the grave not big enough for a horse.
I break into a sprint and run for the house, “Jo? Dale?” I yell out.
“Yo, man. You’re back?”
“Yeah,” I say out of breath. “What the fuck happened here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Dale asks, his eyes focusing on my hands which are covered in blood.
“We had a run-in with my father,” I say without emotion.
“Your father?”
“Yeah, but he won’t be bothering us. His men, though, I expect will be here shortly. We need to get ready to bug out. We’re going to Brampton.”
“What in the hell for?” Dale asks.
“Revenge.”
“Fuck,” he says.
“Who’s in the grave?” I ask, praying it’s not one of the women.
“Some woman that Luke killed and dismembered.”
“Shit, the mole was Luke?”
“Yeah, go grab a shower and meet me in the arms room, I’ll fill you in.”
“Are the girls okay?” I ask, lowering my voice.
“Yeah, they almost weren’t, but they’re fine.”
“What do you mean?” The anger now burning my face.
Dale takes a deep breath, and I can tell I’m not going to be happy with what he’s about to tell me. “Jo, she went for a stroll yesterday and found the girl’s body, Luke confronted her.”
“How in the fuck did you let her out of your sight? I trusted you to watch over both of them!” I scream, the fury in my mind almost out of control. After shooting my father and now finding this out, I’m about to lose it.
“She slipped out, man, but Emma found her.”
“Emma?” I respond, confused.
“Yeah. After Jo shanked him, Emma blew his head off.”
“Emma? Our little Emma?” I ask, almost laughing.
“Yeah, and she’s a little shaken up about it.”
“I can imagine, so no word on who the girl was?”
“No, I tried to find out, but before one of my other men could tell me, I blew his head off.”
“Fuck, sounds like your last few days were as exciting as ours.”
“Ours?” he asks as the other men walk up. I introduce everyone and then slip off for a shower. “Meet me back in the arms shed, we need to talk,” I say to Dale as I stalk off and head for the shower to wash my dad’s blood off. I want to see Jo and Emma, to make sure they’re all right, but I take a shower first. I stand under the steaming hot water and relax my shoulders before washing my hair and body, the rough soap a welcome pain.
I scrub the blood off and get out, drying off quickly and slip into a pair of jeans before heading off in search of Jo. I need to see for myself that she’s okay.
I make my way down the hall and I hear those noises again, the same ones I heard in the bathroom a few days ago. Fuck, I can’t handle seeing those two together again, not now. Because this time I might not go so easy on Jo, or Emma, for that matter, and I don’t think she’s ready for that. I find myself stopped outside Jo’s bedroom door and this time, the moans are from Jo, not Emma. I recognize those moans from our time together before I left, and my dick presses against the zipper of my jeans painfully. What it must feel like to sink deep inside Jo.
“No, Kane, not yet,” I say as I turn back toward my own room. But something stops me and I turn back, my fingers finding the doorknob to the bedroom, and I secretly pray they’ve locked the door. I slowly turn it and it opens, so I quietly peek through the crack, only to see Emma between Jo’s legs, and Jo’s head back in the throes of passion. “Good God,” I groan, a little louder than I intended.
Both girls look up at me, embarrassment coating their faces and they both sit up, pulling the blanket over themselves. “Don’t stop on my account,” I say, my eyes cutting to Jo. Jo just blinks her eyes and tugs Emma closer to her. Emma’s face shows nothing but fear and desire, and I’m not quite sure how to take that. Jo’s eyes drop to my cock, where my hand is squeezing, trying to alleviate some of the pressure there. I can see that Jo’s mind is spinning and that maybe—
“It’s okay Emma, he won’t hurt us,” she whispers and then places a soft kiss on Emma’s head.
“He’s a man,” she cries.
“No shit, Emma, but he’s not like the men in Brampton.”
“I don’t—” Jo cuts her off.
“Come here, Kane,” she says, her arm squeezing around Emma a little harder.
“No, no,” Emma cries, scrambling to get off the bed, tugging the blanket with her. She wraps it around her body, and I can see her shaking. Jo gets off the bed and stands behind her, naked but not trembling.
“Emma, we are not in Brampton anymore. And I know that your life even before that was spent running from the men in your life, but times have changed. I’m sorry you had to endure all of that as a young girl, but in my world before this war, there was love and peace. It’s time you learn to trust again, to be the woman that I know you are inside. I’ll help you, but if we’re going to survive this world, you need to let someone else in,” she says quietly to Emma, and I see Emma relax, just a little. Her muscles are tense, but her eyes roll back as Jo cups both of her breasts, pinching and rolling Emma’s nipples. She quickly regains her composure and her eyes meet mine.
“He’s not going to hurt us,” she says quietly. I see hesitation in Emma’s eyes as I walk toward her, slowly. She steps back, pressing her back against Jo’s chest, but Jo continues to massage her breasts, trying to keep her calm.
“How do you know?” Emma croaks out.
“I trust him,” Jo says, and her eyes soften. If Jo trusts me, then maybe I can earn Emma’s trust. And as long as Jo is around during this, maybe I can prove to them both that I’m not the bad guy. Jo may say she trusts me, but I have my doubts.
I step forward again and stand directly in front of Emma, my eyes fixated on Jo’s hands on her breasts. I lick my lips and bend down, taking one of Emma’s hard nubs into my mouth, her lungs then surging for air. I suck gently, pulling and tugging but not touching her. She’s not ready for my hands yet, so I keep one to my side and the other on my aching cock. Once she relaxes a little, Jo releases her and moves behind me, dragging her nails down my back.
Emma protests. “I’m not going anywhere, Emma. Just close your eyes and feel. Don’t think about anything other than the pleasure that Kane is giving you. I’ll be right here.”
Jo is so good with her, so calm and patient, while my patience is being tested. I need to hold onto my self-control here, or I’ll lose both of them. That can’t happen, so I close my eyes and continue to focus on Emma, though Jo is distracting me from behind. She wraps her arms around me and reaches for the clasp on my jeans, swiftly unbuttoning them and sliding her warm hand inside. As her fingers wrap around the head of my cock, my lips come down harder on Emma’s nipple and she lets out a low groan. “Open your eyes, Emma,” I say quietly, and her lids snap open.
I know damn well I could be playing with fire here, and the one that will be burned is Emma, so I have to play my cards right. I release her nipple and stand straight, allowing Jo to lower my jeans to my ankles, and I step out, kicking the denim to the side. Fear fills her eyes as she looks at my cock, standing proud and at attention, but
Jo squeezes it from behind, stroking her hand up and down my length.
“Lie back on the bed,” I say quietly, and she hesitates, but Jo nods in approval and Emma slowly lies down. Before I get to the bed, Jo sits down on the floor and rests her back against the side of it, my cock perfectly aimed at her mouth. I grab Emma’s legs and pull her forward so her pussy is at the edge of the bed and then I bend at the waist, Jo immediately pulling my cock to her mouth.
“I’m going to touch you,” I say as I search her eyes for approval. She doesn’t speak with her mouth, but her eyes tell me it’s okay. I spread her folds and drag a finger through her wetness before pressing a soft kiss against her flesh. I can tell she wants this, that she needs it, but I know I need to tread lightly. One wrong move and I’ll lose her, possibly forever.
I slowly lick her, my tongue adding just a slight pressure against her, and her sweet cream floods my tongue as I push my middle finger into her. At the same time, Jo wraps her full lips around my cock and my hips involuntarily push into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth as she sucks me deep causes the pressure in my tongue to work on Emma. I need to make sure she understands that it’s okay to feel pleasure.
Her back arches up, her mind taking her some place she’s probably never been before. I suck her clit into my mouth and she screams out, the nub hardening against my tongue. I feel Jo smile around my cock, and I glance down to see her looking up at me while I feast on Emma. Her eyes are filled with lust, and yes; trust. She sinks down and her lips hit my stomach before she pulls back, her pink tongue grazing the side of me. I pull back, because I don’t want to cum yet, and if she keeps that up, I won’t be able to control it.
“Lie down next to Emma,” I tell her as I stand up straight, licking Emma’s essence from my lips. Jo positions herself right next to Emma and I now have two beautiful pussies right in my face. I get on my knees and cross Jo’s leg over Emma’s so they’re joined together before burying my face between Jo’s legs, which is where I really want to be. Emma is beautiful, no doubt, but Jo is who I want, who I need. Together, we can bring Emma out of her shell and help her with her trust issues.
Jo’s taste is sweeter than Emma’s, but the two aromas filling this room is almost more than one man can take. As my tongue explores Jo, my fingers stroke Emma and they’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, a sensual kiss ensuing between the two. Jo has her hand on Emma’s breast as their tongues seek entry into each other’s mouths, Emma capturing Jo’s moan as I suck her clit into my mouth, my lips wrapping tightly around it. Her hips buck up and their mouths unlock as I focus on bringing Jo to the edge, all while my fingers bring Emma closer as well. As Jo writhes in pleasure, Emma’s eyes find mine as I peer up from between Jo’s thighs. Her expression is hard to read, almost in protective mode, as if she thinks I’m hurting Jo. I rub my thumb on Jo’s clit before standing up and stroking my cock, both of them now staring at me. “On your hands and knees, Emma,” I say, firm but soft as I don’t want to scare her.
She slowly does what I ask. “Now press your cunt on Jo’s face, I want to see her get you off,” I say as I start to press my cock against Jo’s steaming pussy. Emma straddles Jo’s face and Jo willingly sinks her tongue deep into Emma just as I press the head of my cock against Jo’s opening. She’s tight and slick, so I move slowly while caressing Emma’s back as she rocks on Jo’s face, her hands on her own breasts. Jo’s fingers dig into Emma’s ass as she feasts on her, her tongue working on her clit as I sink all the way deep inside Jo.
Jo lifts Emma just a little so she can push a finger deep inside her, while her thumb rolls on her clit. The whimpers coming out of Emma let me know that Jo has found her sweet spot. I push in and out of Jo, her own groans topping out over Emma. Fuck, I can’t hold back. I don’t know if it’s the feel of Jo’s tight pussy or seeing her face and fingers all over Emma, pulling her orgasm out slowly.
Jo’s breathing is getting heavy so I press my thumb against her clit and mimic what she’s doing to Emma, to let her feel what she’s doing to her. I flick Jo’s nipple with my other hand and she cries out against Emma’s pussy just as I feel my balls draw up and tighten, my cock close to exploding. I grunt as I slam my hips against Jo, determined to make her cum at the same time, but she’s already at the edge, her head back as her orgasm rips through her body, her legs tightening as I lift her knees to get deeper. “That’s it baby, let it go,” I say through gritted teeth as I reach forward and allow my fingers to replace Jo’s on Emma’s clit. I pinch her hardened nub and she too cries out as she cums all over Jo’s face. That scene alone causes me to spill my seed deep inside Jo and I collapse on Jo’s body.
Emma rolls off and pulls the blanket over her, catching her breath. “Fuck me, that was …” I groan as I pull out and pull Jo back to my chest. To my surprise, Emma presses her chest against my back, sandwiching me between these two beautiful creatures, sated and out of breath. Before long, both of the girls are asleep and I watch them both carefully before easing myself up to get dressed and head to the arms room to deal with Dale.
Jo
The room is quiet except Emma’s deep breathing next to me. Kane is gone and I roll over to my side and face the window. The stars are shining brightly and the wind is calm, though my mind is far from calm. Is that how it’s supposed to be? Or was I dreaming? Hell, I didn’t even know Kane was back until he opened my bedroom door, holding his cock in his hand. “What am I doing?” I ask myself again. “This can’t happen, not now,” I mumble to myself as I get out of bed. I stand at the window and stare, wondering if there is a better life out there. If this war will ever end and this country can get back to what it once was.
Emma stirs in the bed, but she doesn’t wake up. I pull a t-shirt on and my jean shorts and go in search of water. I step quietly down the stairs and into the kitchen and take the bottle of water out of the fridge. I take a big sip, the cold feeling good as it goes down. I stand over the sink and my mind wanders, back to earlier with Emma and Kane, and my body aches from either the hike the other day, or from something else.
I peek out the back door and I can see a soft glow coming from the arms room, though I don’t hear gunshots. I do, however, see shadows inside, and they don’t look like they’re having a party. I can hear voices and they’re heated, so I can imagine it must be Kane and Dale having it out. I don’t blame Dale for the situation. Hell, he didn’t even know I was gone, only Emma did. The shouting gets louder so I head outside and head toward the arms room, then hear a fist connecting with flesh, and I know they’re in a fight. “I have to stop them,” I say as I break into a full spring running toward the tin roofed building.
“You were supposed to protect her!” I hear Kane yell.
“I can’t prevent her from walking out on her own, Kane, she’s a grown woman!” Dale yells back, before another smack of flesh echoes. I hear a slam and Dale’s back is against the door, Kane pummeling his face. I watch through the window in horror as Kane beats the shit out of his friend. Dale’s head hits the glass and a hairline crack shatters up the glass. My only option is to open the door, so I wrap my fingers around the doorknob and slowly turn it as their bodies move from the door and down to the concrete floor.
“Stop it, both of you!” I scream as I open the door to see both of them wrestling on the ground, Kane’s fist drawing blood and Dale fighting him off. They don’t stop fighting when I scream so I step into the room and yell again, their bodies still writhing on the floor. I grab a small gun off the rack and cock it, shooting one bullet at the target and they both jump up and move into defense mode. “I said stop it,” I say, softly but with determination, resting my finger against the trigger, ready to fire off another shot. But they stop and I slowly put the gun back on the rack.
“Jo, what are you doing in here?” Kane asks, wiping the blood from his lip.
“I could ask you the same thing.” I glare at him. “Fighting is not the answer, Kane. You could have asked me what happened before you jumped hi
s shit. But you were too focused on fucking me six ways to Sunday,” I bark. The look on Dale’s face tells me Kane didn’t tell him about our little escapade earlier, which I’m actually glad of, though now I’m kind of regretting saying something. “You guys are friends and fighting isn’t going to solve anything. Dale had no idea I had gone for a walk, just a walk. I came upon the girl and Luke surprised me. I didn’t go out there unprepared. Did Dale get the chance to tell you I put my blade into his side twice before Emma shot him, or did you decide to beat his ass before asking what really happened?”
He looks at Dale, then back at me. “Is that true?” he asks Dale.
“Ask me, fucker. Not Dale. This has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with me! I wanted to watch Luke bleed out,” I say as I get into his face. “But Emma wasn’t having that and blew his fucking head off. Personally, you should be more proud of Emma than you are pissed with Dale. No one controls me, Kane. If I want to go for a fucking walk, I’ll go for a fucking walk. But you and your friend here will talk this out, not beat each other senseless. You come back and go straight to my room and—” I huff, exhausted and defeated, taking in the shock on Dale’s face along with a little smirk. I take a deep breath and calm myself a little, turning back toward the door.
“Wait,” Kane says.
“Wait for what, Kane?”
“Dale, we’ll finish this later,” he says.
“No the hell you won’t, not unless you finish it in a more adult manner and in a way that does not include fists!” I say as Kane nudges his head toward the door. Kane locks the door behind Dale and stalks toward me, heat and anger fill his eyes. He brings his hands up to my face and kisses me, hard. He tastes of blood and sweat and desire. He walks me backward until my back is against the wall, never removing his mouth from mine.
“Hands above your head, Jo,” he growls. My eyes are focused on his lips, and I brush the blood away with my thumb, before pushing my thumb into my mouth and sucking the blood off. “You’re mine now, Jo. Blood lovers,” he says as he pushes his tongue between my lips, sweeping in and taking what’s his. He grabs my wrists in one large hand and holds my hands above my head. “But you are going to learn to listen to me, one way or the other.”
