Run (Nola Zombies Book 1)

by Gillian Zane

  He didn’t give me time to protest before his leg was over the balcony and he was shimmying out onto the branch, which didn’t seem that sturdy. He quickly made it to the crook and hurriedly motioned for me to follow. If it could hold his weight, it could hold mine. I didn’t think about it, just focused on one foot going over, one foot moving forward, one hand gripping the branch above me and then I was in Blake’s arms.

  With a turn, he swung onto the next branch and then he was on top of the neighbor’s roof. I was trying to follow silently as he was.

  The grade of the roof made it hard to keep my footing. I slipped once but managed to regain my footing and I slid to a seated position next to Blake at the edge of the roof. We both looked down. This was the lowest point, but it had to be about a 15-foot drop.

  “We gotta jump.” Blake said.

  “I know.”

  “I’ll go first.” No prelude, he just went for it. And he was no worse for wear so I followed. I don’t know how I remained upright or managed to not twist my ankle, but I did. Go me. Blake didn’t give me time to catch my breath, he pulled me upright and urged me to start running. We were off. We were running as fast as we could. We were out the fence, and then we were down the street.

  I looked behind me frantically as our pace increased. Were they chasing us? Nothing. They were probably all inside the store. When Blake turned and headed for a fence, I knew we had made it. We had gotten to his home. I could have cried, I could have puked again—but really all I wanted to do was chug a bottle of water.

  NINE | Shock and Oh Baby

  The run from the store was excruciating. When we finally made it into his house I bent over with a cramp in my side as Blake closed the door quietly behind us.

  He kneeled down in front of me, “Hey baby, you okay?” Out of breath I could only shake my head. I wasn’t a very fast runner. I had always done a slow jog whenever I forced myself to get out and run. Blake looked like he hadn’t even broken a sweat, jerk.

  Me, I was a mess. I was shivering. I had probably pissed my pants, I couldn’t breathe. And Blake was just there all put together. I couldn’t help it, I might have cried a little bit. He was right there though. He pulled me into his arms and he didn’t let go for a long time. Even though I probably smelled like a rotting zombie, puke and maybe piss. I felt safe there and soon I stopped crying, but I couldn’t stop shivering.

  “Lex, I’m going to go secure the house. We have to stay here tonight, I don’t think we can’t make it back to the boat today, not with all the dead out there. I have to make sure this place is safe.”

  “Okay,” I whispered. I wished I could help him, but the only thing my body could do was sink to the floor and wait for him to come back. It took him a long time and I wondered what he was doing to make this place safe. Would it hold? Could we possible withstand an attack by those things? I couldn’t deal with this anymore. Was it really worth it surviving in this world?

  When he returned I pushed all those negative thoughts away. He picked me up as if I was a child and carried me to the bathroom.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  I let him undress me and put me in the warm shower. I let him soap me up and clean my body. I still wasn’t back to normal, but I was trying hard to come out of the state of darkness I was falling into. Each moment was being replayed over and over again in my head and I couldn’t stop it. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get it to stop. I knew I had to pull myself together, I just didn’t know how to put everything into perspective.

  His touches weren’t sexual, they were to help and heal. The wonderful man even dried me off. By the time he showed me to his room with the big ass bed, I was so grateful for finding him I could have cried.

  Instead of thank you and crying, I showed him how much I appreciated him with what we did best. Passion. I pulled him to me and tried to kiss away everything that happened earlier.

  Kisses turned into touches. Touches turned into strokes. Soon our desperate kisses and strokes turned heated and he pushed me onto the bed. I was soon spread out on my back with his face buried between my legs. Everything forgotten. For now.

  His naughty tongue licked me while his fingers circled and pulled on my clit. Up and down he licked every part of my me, thrusting his tongue inside my vagina along with his fingers. He took me with three digits until I came around them. He lapped up my juices with enthusiasm and I couldn’t contain my shouts of pleasure. I barely had time to recover before his body was above mine and his dick was pushing into me.

  His kisses tasted of me, but I didn’t care and our tongues tangled as our bodies slapped together. It didn’t take long for us to be right on the edge. I needed to speed things along, I needed to come. I couldn’t help myself, my fingers dipped down and I touched my clit as his dick pushed inside me, thrusting hard.

  “Oh yeah, Lex, touch yourself.” He looked down at our joined bodies, his dick buried deep inside me, my fingers pressed to my clit. I was desperate to come. I needed to forget. He stiffened and then pumped hard into me with his orgasm. The feel of his release triggered my own and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. When we were sated, we didn’t move away from each other. He stayed inside me and we fell asleep still in each other’s arms.

  Three days into the apocalypse and I didn’t want to leave this room or the comfort of his arms, ever.

  TEN | Domestic Goddess

  When I woke the next morning, I came to not knowing where I was. A quick glance over at Blake had me blushing as I remembered my behavior from the day before. I had to use the restroom so I slipped on a t-shirt from his drawer that was nice and big and padded on bare feet to the toilet. Luckily the water was still running and I managed to clean up, brush my teeth and even got my hair in some semblance of order.

  I was making coffee using the tea kettle, since there was no power, only gas, when I noticed he was standing there watching me. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and a very sexy grin on his face.

  “You look good in my clothes and in my kitchen.”

  “I’m being all domestic.”

  “I like it.”

  “You would, you are such an Alpha.”

  “Oh baby, you like my Alpha.” He pulled me to him and kissed me.

  “I do,” I whispered against his mouth. He growled when I bit his bottom lip playfully. When I pulled back I noticed he was erect and straining against his boxers. “You are insatiable.” I pointed to his groin.

  “I am.” He licked his lips and the move was so sexy that I couldn’t help but snuggling in closer to him, my hand naturally going to his rigid shaft and stroking it through his boxers. “If you do that again, I won’t be able to restrain myself.”

  “Who says I want you to restrain yourself?” The words were barely out of my mouth before he was pushing me back against the kitchen table and lifting me up so I was sitting on it, my legs spread to accommodate his body. He reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it over my head. I didn’t even have time for the chill to hit me before he was sucking on my bare breasts, warming me up from head to toe. He showed each one an equal amount of attention as he pinched and licked them. He kneaded my left breast with his hand as he sucked on its counterpart to the right.

  My nipples were a direct line to my core which was now swollen and aching for the same kind of attention. I spread my legs wider so he would get the hint, but he ignored me and continued to pay special attention to my breasts, licking on them as if they were his favorite ice cream flavor. Finally, he began to kiss lower, down my stomach until he got to my vagina. He only kissed around it though, he never touched it, teasing me until my skin was about to burst. I wanted to grab his head and force his mouth between my legs, but I knew he would resist me. I already knew Blake well enough to know I wouldn’t be able to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.

  “I need you inside me, Blake,” I moaned, but he ignored me. His kisses trailed up and down my legs and then back up to my stomach
to lick and bite at my breasts.

  “Please, Blake,” I begged. “I need you inside me. Take me now.”

  “Be patient, baby,” was all he said. After a few agonizing minutes, it seemed he was finally about to touch me, his fingers hovered over my clit. I was in so much need I pushed up against his hand and he laughed in a knowing, very male, condescending manner. I could have died.

  “Now, Blake!” I demanded and he obeyed. He pulled his dick from his boxers and slowly, ever so slowly, inserted the tip inside me. He didn’t move, he held himself rigidly, another tease. I wanted to scoot forward so badly for full penetration. I wanted him completely enveloped inside me, but there was nowhere I could go, I was on the end of the table.

  He continued to lightly push into me, tease me, and drive me insane with just the tip of his dick. He continued to pinch and lick my nipples, but only took me slowly with the tip of his shaft. I was at the point where I couldn’t take it anymore when he finally relented with the teasing and shoved deep into me. I could have screamed in my eagerness, but I restrained myself. I didn’t want to make too much noise.

  Instead, I tipped my head back and leaned back on my elbows while he slowly thrust into me. It was a sensual rhythm that wasn’t fast enough for my taste. I wanted it hard and fast. Blake was obviously into slow this morning. He watched me as he pushed into me, each slow push and pull sheer agony for me.

  “More, Blake, I want more…”

  “You want more of this, baby?”

  “Yeah,” I whined, “faster, I want it harder.”

  “You want it hard?”

  “Yes!” I all but screamed and he relented, his pace picking up, his strokes hard and sure. I could imagine how I looked, inclined back on the table, my boobs bouncing, Blake pounding into me like an animal, my mouth open, moaning wantonly. I probably looked like some sex-crazed floozy that couldn’t be satisfied no matter how much dick she got.

  Who knows how I looked, but it must have been a sight because when I looked up, there was a man at the back door, staring. He was staring right at me.

  “Blake, there’s a guy out there…” I tried to pull away from him, but he was intent on his purpose and I had to admit what he was doing felt really good. His thrusts continued and oh, it felt amazing. But this guy was staring and I didn’t want to stare back too hard. I think he liked what he saw because his hand was on a very obvious bulge in his pants.

  “Blake, there’s a man!” I was more insistent this time and he stopped, pulling out of me. On alert. He was still wearing his boxers so he was able to quickly tuck himself away and turn to face the intruder.

  I, on the other hand, was completely nude and spread out for the world to see, legs open, breasts thrust upward, sitting on the kitchen table. Just call me a cheese danish. The t-shirt I was wearing was on the other side of the room, so I hopped off and tried to walk confidently to grab it. I couldn’t help it, I looked up and met the man’s eyes. He was staring again. And this time he smiled. It was a predatory smile and it both unnerved me and unsettled me. I grabbed the shirt and made a break for Blake’s bedroom.

  ELEVEN | Ex-Wives and Humvees

  I quickly dressed, keeping an ear open for any angry sounds or words of confrontation, but I only heard the low hum of two male voices. What they hell? There was some strange guy out there watching us have sex and now Blake is gonna have a polite convo with him?

  The conversation didn’t sound strained in the least. Did Blake know this guy? I sneaked around the corner and pressed myself against the hallway wall.

  “We’ve lost contact with all of our employees. Only about ten percent of the men have reported in and most are unable to move from their locations. I have Marquez, Kirk and Tillman with me. The rest are MIA, I’m assuming the worst.”

  “Fuck, James, I can’t even believe you showed up here. If you would have been a couple hours later I would have been gone, wasted trip.” Blake’s voice sounded exasperated.

  “What else was I supposed to do? I’m making the rounds trying to locate my men, you were top priority. I can’t believe you didn’t try to connect. Who’s the girl? Where’s Clara? I really didn’t expect to find you dick deep in some hot brunette.”

  “That’s Alexis and we hooked up a few days ago. We have a common goal – staying alive. I’ve just been trying to survive, James. I didn’t even think about anything else. We were getting supplies and then we would have tried to get to one of the safe-houses. And Clara, who the fuck knows, she high-tailed it out of here a few months ago.”

  “Damn, Miller, that blows. Why didn’t you tell me? But whatever, I never liked her and you seem to be holding up just fine.” I couldn’t see their faces, but I sensed some macho male shit between them just by the tone of their voices.

  Who the hell was Clara? I, of course, assumed the worst. Was Blake newly separated or was she a current girlfriend and they were just on a split? He said he was unattached but who the hell knew? It would figure that I was just a booty-call of convenience or a rebound and he would run off to find his girl as soon as he got tired of me.

  I was tired of spying. I hated playing the dumb chick roll. I wouldn’t be jealous. I wouldn’t give a shit. I was here to survive. I made a noise and rounded the corner at the same time to let them know their private time was over.

  Both men quieted and faced me. Now that I had a good look at the new addition to our little apocalypse club, he was definitely an eye-popping addition. He was in his late twenties or early thirties. He was all muscle, but lean compared to Blake’s larger physique. He wore his hair cut high and tight and was dressed in black fatigues. He had military written all over him. He struck me at first as too harsh, too rigid, but the moment he turned to me and smiled all rigidness was gone and I saw a playful glint in his eyes. It turned him from predator to pretty bad boy. Yum. The apocalypse club was definitely a good looking club so far.

  “Alexis, this is Zachary James. He’s my business partner, we own the Security firm I was telling you about.” Zachary took my hand in a firm grip.

  “Pleasure.”

  “I know you told me security,” I gestured to Zachary James in his black fatigues, “but this screams SEAL Team Six.”

  “They wish they made as much as we do…did,” Zachary frowned.

  “Mercenaries.” I looked over at Blake and he shrugged.

  “Private contractors. And we rarely work on non-domestic cases.”

  “So, does this guy have a better plan than we do?” I gestured to Mr. Tall and Macho who swallowed a laugh at my obvious disdain.

  “We have a training facility near Lake Borgne. It’s accessible from only one bridge, practically an island. There are supplies and living quarters, even a few houses. It was set up to be a housing community, near Venetian Isles before the market fell through. I figured this would be an ideal base of operations.” Zachary said with tight precision.

  “I was thinking along those same lines, James, I was just trying to get a little more information before we solidified our plans.”

  “Yeah, you seemed in desperate pursuit of information when I caught up with you.”

  “You’re a douche.” I rolled my eyes at Zachary.

  “And you just met him. Wait until you get to know him,” Blake laughed and Zachary scowled at the two of us.

  “Well, while you two were playing hide the fucking sausage, I’ve been trying to locate your dumb ass,” he pointed a knuckle at Blake, “along with the rest of our employees. I guess one of us has to be the responsible douch-bag.”

  “And you found me. The core group knows about the base, they’ll put two and two together unless they have other options available. We didn’t hire idiots. How were you planning on getting there? Highway 90 is a secondary evacuation route, it’s probably a parking lot and I don’t even want to think about the zombie activity in the East.”