“That would be the logical thing to do.”
“Well, me and Peyton will look after Mom. If people need rescuing, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” said Tyler.
Reuben grinned and ruffled the boy’s hair. “You’re a good lad, Tyler. A man couldn’t have a better family to come home to than ours.”And Reuben knew he meant it. Tonight the four adults would fuck each other’s brains out, and then he and Kenan could go and plan a rescue operation knowing their woman and boy would be protected and supported. They wouldn’t be worrying themselves silly about their family while they were gone. He trusted Peyton to look after Hazel. It was Peyton who’d guided the Broadford District survivors, and he would continue to be a strong support in the community.
For a moment, Reuben worried whether he and Kenan were being too selfish, and then he shrugged. The world had changed. The way men reacted to it needed to change as well. With so few women, multiple husbands made good sense. Awesome sex, a family to come home to, and the freedom to do the job that needed to be done meantime.
* * * *
“You’ll say good-bye before you go, won’t you?” asked Tyler as he was going to bed the next evening.
“It will be very early in the morning, but we’ll wake you as we go,” promised Kenan.
“And you’ll be careful, won’t you?”
“Yes, we will. There’ll be eight of us in each truck instead of four, so twice as many as usual to keep a watch out,” replied Reuben.
“Good,” said Tyler, giving Hazel a hug and going into his bedroom.
“I want you to stay safe, too,” said Hazel. “Keep a careful watch out. I don’t want to have to nurse you back to health when you come home,” she added, trying to keep the moment light.
“Hell no. I’d have to sleep on the floor so you guys could have the bed, and likely that’d make me grumpier than a black bear,” added Peyton with a grin.
“Oh no. That bed is mine. Sleeping on the floor would teach them to be more careful next time,” Hazel said with a laugh, watching the men’s faces.
“Hey, we’re soldiers. We can sleep anytime, anywhere. But right now sleeping isn’t what’s on my mind,” said Kenan.
“Hell no, mine either. Being surrounded by family is what I want now.” As he said it, Reuben realized that once again he meant it. Sure, he fancied some pounding sex, possibly with him in the middle of the sandwich. But if that’s not what Hazel wanted, he could deal with it. Just knowing there were people here who cared about him—a woman who wanted him to be safe, a kid who accepted him into the family—all that was very special to him. Precious. God, he loved these people, so much! All of them.
Love! Wow! Where did that come from? But it’s true. I do love them. Each in a different way, but it’s love. I love Peyton and Kenan, Hazel and the child.
“Well, um, since we do have to leave very early tomorrow, likely we should start going to bed now,” said Reuben, looking at Hazel, then Peyton, and finally Kenan.
Reuben felt the atmosphere in the room change. Up until then, everyone had been gentle, considerate, a little playful. But suddenly, it was as if his words had opened the door to another dimension. The air was heavy, and it was hard to breathe. His lungs struggled to drag in oxygen. As his gaze moved from Hazel, to Kenan, to Peyton, he understood that every one of them was struggling with lust just as much as him.
Hazel turned and moved into the bedroom. The men followed her. Reuben’s dick was trying to break out of his pants, and it led the way. His clothes came off in a nanosecond, but before he could roll across the bed to the nightstand, Kenan had done that and was holding the jar of lube.
Instantly he knew what was in Kenan’s mind, and it made his dick even harder. Double double penetration. “Peyton, lie on your back and let Hazel climb on you,” he said.
Peyton nodded, and his eyes were hazed with desire. I guess he knows what we’re about to do, too.
Peyton picked up Hazel and swung them both onto the bed, moving into the center. He settled on his back and let Hazel balance herself across his hips. Reuben had to surreptitiously wipe a hand over his mouth to check he wasn’t drooling as both Peyton and Hazel held Peyton’s cock at her cunt and she slid down over it. All four of them groaned as the cock disappeared inside her cunt.
Reuben knew just how hot and wet a welcome Peyton’s dick would be getting deep inside Hazel. His own cock jerked and waved, desperate to get inside, too, but first he had to prepare her. Quickly he kneeled up on the bed and dug two fingers into the jar of lube. First he massaged the ointment around the entryway, and then gradually he eased first one, then two fingers inside to rub along the walls of her dark, back channel. Oh yeah, she was so hot, so soft, and silky to touch. Heaven indeed.
Already she was trying to push back on his fingers, but Peyton’s hands came around her to hold her ass still, his big fingers keeping the back open to Reuben’s touch.
“Damn that’s sexy,” whispered Kenan, watching from the side of the bed, one hand tugging his own cock as he watched.
Reuben’s cock was aching to get inside her, but he needed to be sure she was ready. Once more he smoothed the lube around the entry and along the walls. She was supple and stretched now, so he could move this party up to the next level.
Gratefully, he shuffled closer to her on the bed, nodding his thanks to Peyton, as he held his cock at Hazel’s anus. As soon as she felt him there, she pushed back to accept him, and this time Peyton let her. Reuben couldn’t help groaning as he rocked his dick deeper and deeper inside her, watching it disappear inch by inch.
Almost before his balls were hard up against Hazel, Kenan was at Reuben’s ass, his fingers diving deep into Reuben’s butt, roughly spreading him open, forcing the muscle wider apart.
Reuben guessed how hard it had been for Kenan to wait until all the rest of them were inside, while he was still left with his dick hanging out in the air. But more than just that, he loved the difference between the sweet gentleness of being inside Hazel, and the rougher, harder, more animal mating of having Kenan about to enter him.
This was going to be one hell of a send-off fuck with the four of them all linked like this!
In a hurry now to get started, Reuben pushed back onto Kenan’s fingers. Kenan understood, as there was almost immediately the feel of the wet head of Kenan’s cock pushing at his dark doorway. As soon as the head broached his muscle ring, Reuben wiggled his ass to ease its passage inside him. He couldn’t risk slamming backward as he would have liked because that would pull his cock too far out of Hazel’s ass. With four of them all connected like this, it was going to be a real challenge to move together, allowing for everyone’s differences, so they could all climax properly. But if they got it right, it would be the most intense sex imaginable ever. Reuben was determined to get it right.
“All together, withdraw,” he said, feeling a bit like the conductor of an orchestra or something. It took them a few strokes to get a rhythm going, but soon they were pulling out together smoothly then pressing back in with a synchronized beat, just like an orchestra. And damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing ever.
His body was covered in sweat, both from trying to maintain a steady, even pace when all his dick wanted to do was slam as hard as possible and as deep as possible into Hazel’s delicious heat. But being jammed tightly between his partners’ bodies was also incredibly erotic.
Hazel’s soft, rounded curves were in front of him, his hands reveling in her lush hips, her delicious ass. Kenan’s hard-walled, muscular chest was behind him, his nipples hard little points digging into Reuben’s back. It was beyond arousing, beyond exciting, beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.
The four of them were way too aroused for it to last too long. Hazel was making little panting moans, telling them all she was on the verge of coming. Reuben’s own balls were aching with the need to explode. The tingle up his spine warning him he couldn’t hold on much longer was already beginning.
“Now
!” he ordered, withdrawing until only the head of cock was still inside Hazel then slamming into her again with all the power he could muster. At the same time, Kenan rammed into his ass, and Hazel’s body shuddered as Peyton thrust into her pussy.
Reuben let go of his iron control, and his seed spurted from him hot and hard, again and again as he came until his dick was empty. A rush of heat in his ass told him Kenan had come, too, as well as the ragged strokes his partner was making as his cock jerked inside Reuben’s ass. He wanted to collapse over Hazel and rest, but Peyton was at the bottom of the pile, and although he was a strong man, three bodies on him was a bit much.
As soon as Kenan pulled out of his ass, he slid from Hazel, pressing a kiss to that tender place where her neck and shoulder joined as he backed away.
Kenan stepped into the bathroom and returned with a washcloth for each of the men, so they cleaned up then rolled onto their sides, cuddling Hazel between them.
“Wow. Every time is more adventurous than the time before. I thought after the first night we’d done pretty much everything, but you men endlessly amaze me. I’m so glad we’re together. Not just for the sex, but for everything,” whispered Hazel.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” murmured Peyton.
Chapter Three
Kenan and Reuben, Ethan and Gideon with their wife Ayla, Jed, Lucas, Yuri, and Dave were in one truck. Ayla had refused to remain at home without her men, so was traveling with Team K as a spare driver, cook, and helper. Ethan and Gideon had made it plain she was not to face any danger, but Kenan reckoned Ayla might have something to say about that.
Ayla had cared for herself alone for two months after the end of the world, and had only called for help when she really needed it. Kenan had been part of the team, along with Gideon and Ethan, who’d rescued her. So Kenan knew Ayla was very much an independent, strong, courageous, and competent woman. He knew she’d be an asset to the team. Of course, the Captain would never have permitted her to join them if he hadn’t been of that opinion, too. The community as a whole was more important than one team, or one woman.
Team D was in a second truck, traveling in formation with them, and Team C had stayed to guard the Chinook with the medical and technological backup staff, and spare equipment. If the situation became totally untenable, the first Chinook, which had returned to Lilyward One, would fly back to rescue Teams K and D, while Team C and the backup crew escaped in their helicopter.
The three teams had tried to plan for all contingencies and had agreed to rescue up to one hundred people, but more than that would be very difficult for the community to process fast enough and to absorb properly in the short-term.
The psych teams had also warned them that survivors may appear perfectly normal on the surface, but have been damaged by the stress of the previous six months and have serious health issues, not visible at first glance. The Captain had summed it up, saying, “Accept nothing at face value and trust no one other than yourselves.”
They’d had four video cameras rolling constantly from the helicopters as they’d flown to the drop-off point, and were still taping from both trucks. In Team K’s truck, Ayla was operating one camera and Dave the other. The film was being sent direct to Lilyward One where it was being stored and scrutinized.
“It’s all extra evidence for us to see who and what has survived. Plus, who knows, it may give us advance warning of an attack,” added Gideon, the team leader.
“Yeah, but we haven’t seen any birds yet, not even carrion-eaters. That’s not a good sign,” said Kenan.
They were dressed in desert combat gear, but with oxygen tanks and breathing masks beside them ready to put on at the first sign of trouble. The samples the teams had brought back from their first trip out on exploration had shown clean air and no danger in the soil for people simply touching it, but where they were at present was a lot farther from the community, and hadn’t been tested yet for pollution.
“We’re about half an hour out from the caves, now. Double the lookouts,” said Gideon.
“Understood,” came the voice of Team D’s leader, Greg.
Kenan didn’t move at all, but inside he felt the tension crank up another notch. With nine of them in the truck instead of four, all the usual watches were already doubled. Instead of one lookout right and one left, there were lookouts front and rear as well, with the understanding that everyone would check left to rest their eyes, instead of doing a full sweep.
Yuri, a trained sniper, had his sniper-scope hanging around his neck ready to take a closer look at anything of interest.
Reuben and Jed were the principal drivers, but any of them could take a shift when needed. Ayla had demonstrated an affinity for machinery and an ability to drive anything on wheels, so was counted as the third driver. Right now, Jed was driving, Reuben riding shotgun.
The view out of Kenan’s window was not typical desert. There were no sand dunes, but certainly the land was barren with only some low-growing cacti, scrub, a few taller wild grasses, and mostly dirt and rock.
“Still no sign of birds or animals at all,” said Yuri, looking through his scope into the shadows cast by a pile of rocks. “I would’ve thought there might be something in the shade there, but not even a scorpion or rattler.”
“I’d prefer not to meet either of them, thanks,” said Ethan.
“Do you think survivors may have trapped and caught the birds and animals from around here? People eat snakes, don’t they?” asked Ayla.
“Well, it’s possible, but not very likely. I guess if they were really hungry, they may have sent out hunting parties though,” replied Yuri.
“But we have no idea how large this community of survivors is, do we? I mean, one apartment building of people is probably only twenty or thirty at the most, but they said there was plenty of room, so with extended families, friends, work colleagues, it could be hundreds, couldn’t it? Such a large group would need a lot of food to survive these past six months,” said Ayla thoughtfully.
“Birds aren’t that hard to trap if you use nets, but there’s not much meat on a bird. And a snake would really only feed a family for a single meal. So it’s possible they’ve hunted the area out,” said Dave.
“Yeah, that’s why hunter-gatherer peoples used to be always moving on. So they didn’t hunt out one area. By the time they came back again in six months or a year, game would be plentiful again,” added Yuri. “But I still think it may be pollution rather than hunting that’s depleted the area of birds and animals. We need to be careful,” he warned.
Silence fell again as they watched out their windows, apart from regular laconic comments from Team D leader, Greg.
Kenan felt tense and alert. His body was hyped up and ready for action, but he didn’t have that prickle on the back of his neck indicating anything was wrong, and he trusted his instincts. So far, his gut told him everything was normal. Which wasn’t to say the situation couldn’t change in the blink of an eye. But so far, so good.
He guessed they must be getting close to the cave system though. They’d all memorized the entry and the twists and turns needed to go through the first few ground-level caves to work their way into the underground system. They all also had detailed maps of the underground system—well, as detailed as the researchers at Lilyward One had been able to make for them. The big question would be whether or not they could leave the trucks somewhere hidden and safe. The plan was to leave two guards with the trucks, but if the trucks were out in the open, the team would need to leave four men behind, which would diminish their team. Still, if everything went to hell, they could always call the Chinooks to come get them. They weren’t totally reliant on the trucks to get home.
“Large rock formation on the horizon,” said Reuben.
“Ayla, take my window while I check the rocks with the scope,” said Yuri.
Still leaving the video running, Ayla slid across into Yuri’s seat while he moved to lean over the seatback, his sniper-scope extended and his
gaze focused ahead.
Yuri had bragged he could count a person’s nasal hairs at half a mile. Which was possibly true. It was certainly a damn good rifle he owned. Kenan concentrated on watching out his own window while wishing he could check the rocks ahead himself.
From time to time Yuri grunted, and then he finally said, “I reckon the entry’s at about three o’clock. It looks large enough to drive in, and fits the map we’ve seen. Of course, it could just be shadow I’m seeing.”
“Understood,” came Greg’s voice over the mic.
“Drop back a bit, Greg. We’ll leave the mic open. Don’t come within sight of the cave entry until I give you the all-clear.”
“’Kay.”
Kenan found himself sitting straighter in his seat, his eyes flicking back and forth across his area, his breath coming a little faster. Deliberately he made himself slow down, take deeper breaths, consciously relax his muscles. He needed to be alert, not tense, his senses sharpened, not swamped.
“Better put on your oxygen tanks and masks,” said Gideon.
Kenan did, never taking his gaze from his window and keeping his weapon where he could grab it in an instant. He felt the movement around him as the others did likewise. He loved the camaraderie and excitement of moments like these. Sure, there was potential danger, but he was with a team he trusted with his life, and who trusted him to have their backs.
Soon he’d know if there was a whole community of ordinary people who’d survived the changes in the world and made a new life for themselves. In the next hour or so people who’d been worrying about the fate of loved ones may find them safe, or at least know what happened to them. It was even possible they’d learn about the government reclaiming the land and putting it to rights again. Anything was possible. And he was one of the very few privileged to search out this news, this new community. Hopefully they weren’t a pack of crazies. Or dead.
“We’re stopping in the shade of some bushes. We’ve got a clear line of sight to the cave entry, but unless they’re very good, they won’t see us. Travis is watching you through his sniper-scope,” came Greg’s voice through the mic.
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