But for right now, they were safe, secure, and hidden in Seattle.
She sat up and felt a hand grab her arm. “Where you think you’re going?” Echo mumbled.
She’d started to answer him, but then Omega was also sitting up. Then, somehow, she ended up on top of Echo in a sixty-nine, while Omega was fucking her pussy.
And that was the last time she tried to think about anything for the next two hours. The men let her leave their shared bed only to run to the bathroom. After they each had their turn, it was another round of vigorous fucking and sucking.
It was good having two men who were six years younger than her. No complaints from her at all.
At one point, when they had her on her hands and knees again between them, Echo’s cock up her ass, this time, and Omega’s in her mouth, Echo traced a circle at the base of her spine. “You know,” he said, slowing his strokes, “I think she needs our unit tat right here,” he said.
She whined around Omega’s cock because the vibrator they’d picked up during their shopping trip in Sacramento was happily humming away inside her pussy and making her come over and over again.
Echo and Omega both had the tribal monkey tattoo that all the other Drunk Monkeys had in the middle of their shoulders, a few inches below their necks.
“I like the way you think, brother,” Omega said. “I bet we can find a tattoo parlor in town who will do it for us. Maybe the other women want to get them, too.”
She would do it if they asked, because she already knew there wasn’t much she would refuse them.
Not just because they fucked her so well, either. But because in their time on the road, they’d opened up to her and told her about themselves. And she’d finally opened up to them in ways she realized she never had, or could, with Dave.
One more orgasm rippled through her body, triggered by the vibrator.
Echo laughed. “Oh, I love the way her ass squeezes my cock when she comes.”
“And the way she moans around my cock when she comes,” Omega added.
They finally took pity on her and came, Omega giving her a mouthful of cum while Echo filled the condom in her ass. After cleaning her and himself up, Echo went in search of coffee and breakfast to bring up for them.
She wasn’t going to be allowed out of the room that morning, she’d been told. Only to use the bathroom.
And even then, they didn’t want her wearing clothes, only the towel.
She stretched out on the bedroll, pressed against Omega’s body. He lay on his right side, propped up on his elbow, his left hand flat on her tummy.
“One day, maybe once this is all over, the three of us can talk about what’s next.”
She laced her fingers through his. “Like?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Kids.”
Her heart raced, a flurry of emotions suddenly roaring through her. “Okay.”
“Is that a yes, or a no?”
She nodded.
His sweet smile warmed her, filled her. He leaned in and kissed her. “Guess we won’t have any trouble telling which one of us is the daddy when we do, huh?”
An image flashed through her brain, of a beautiful little girl with caramel skin, her light blue eyes, and gorgeous, curly brown hair, standing next to a little boy with Echo’s gorgeous blue eyes and her pale complexion.
Suddenly, she wanted that more than anything in the world and swore to herself she’d do whatever it took to make sure the three of them survived and made it come true.
“Babe?”
She grabbed his head and kissed him, pulling him on top of her. Within a couple of minutes he was hard again and sliding his cock deep inside her.
And she was wishing she didn’t have a five-year.
Then again, this wasn’t yet a world she wanted to bring babies into. Not until they finished their mission and made it safe.
Omega cradled her in his arms, his hands hooked under her shoulders and clasped together behind her head. He smiled down at her. “Baby, you just wait. We settle down, we’re fucking you every day, all day long, until it takes and one of us gets you.”
He was just finishing up, leaving her not quite there and really horny for more, when Echo walked in. “Okay, I’ve got—Oh, nice. You couldn’t even wait?”
He kicked the door shut with his foot and set the tray of food and coffee on the floor. He shoved down his shorts and joined them on the bedrolls just as Omega’s body stiffened and he put yet one more load inside her.
She pushed Echo down onto the bedroll and climbed on. Omega knelt behind her and played with her clit as she rode Echo’s cock. “One more, guys, before we eat.”
Omega nipped her on the ear. “Then we’ll get cleaned up again and eat you.”
The deep, velvety purr of his voice pushed her over the edge as much as his fingers on her clit. Echo grabbed her hips, fucking up into her pussy fast and hard, trying to catch up.
Then she was once again catching her breath.
“You realize I’m six years older than you both, right?” she finally teased when she caught her breath.
“You don’t seem to be having any trouble keeping up with us right now,” Echo said.
“Yeah,” Omega said, grinning with smug satisfaction. “Seems like you jumped both of us that last go-round.”
He was right. She had.
Helllooo, libido. Where the hell you been? Good to have you back.
She grinned. “I guess I did at that.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
The next morning, Gia stood on the building’s roof, a steaming mug of coffee in hand, and stared out over Puget Sound toward Bainbridge Island. It was beautiful here, so different from the Pacific she’d grown up with and lived near for most of her life, excluding her time in the military.
And the air was crystal clear without a hint of smog. To the south, Mt. Rainier’s summit was plainly visible. Compared to the brown, dead landscape of California, Seattle, despite being more than rundown and dilapidated in some areas, was a lush paradise.
Pandora had already moved all her plants into locations on the roof and had restarted her food garden project. Never having had the luxury of time or real estate to garden, Gia was looking forward to helping her with it.
She winced as she shifted position. She had managed to get out of bed and get a shower and coffee without waking her men, miracle of miracles.
She was sore in all the good ways, but knew once their second day of leave was over, they’d be back to a more normal schedule that likely wouldn’t leave as much time for horsing around. Even the men had admitted as much the night before during a brief break in their activities.
So she’d enjoy all these aches and pains while she had them. It beat the alternative.
And she’d lived the alternative.
Q, Sin, and Canuck had already reassembled their lab in an office on the first floor, and with help from Ak had installed extra sinks and another shower, in a partitioned entrance area that could act as a decontamination area.
They were here for a while, at least.
Gia didn’t bother turning around when Omega joined her, the warmth from his body washing through her as he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the side of her neck.
“You look deep in thought, sweetheart.”
“You might say that.”
“Worried?”
“Always. No different than usual.”
“What is it?”
She shrugged. “What does it say about the world and the crisis we’re now facing that today feels like a heavenly vacation by comparison, and all I’m doing is enjoying a steaming hot cup of coffee after my hot shower?”
“It’s all in the perspective,” he said, turning her so she faced him. “Could be easier times ahead. Could be worse. They could find a vaccine tomorrow and once they can get the word out, our mission’s over.”
“And then what? There’s still a lot of Kite around the world. A lot of terrorists.”
He shrugged.
“My concern is what the military tells me it is, and I have a feeling that Arliss isn’t going to worry about what’s going on in a lot of formerly hot sections of the globe. I heard at the last estimate that India’s down to under five million people total. Pakistan has less than two million. The Middle East is faring even worse. The militants will be more concerned about ruining things in their part of their own countries than they will be trying to cross the oceans and start stuff here in this hemisphere.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said, resting her head against his chest. She loved feeling swallowed by his arms.
She heard the door to the roof open again. “Ah, there you are.” Echo walked over, bookending their embrace. “Good morning, sweet thang.”
She laughed. “You’ve been spending too much time talking to Tango and Alpha with their drawls,” she said. “Kansas boys shouldn’t sound like that.”
He nuzzled the back of her neck. “No, I should sound like I’m fucking your brains out, but you’re up here. So how am I supposed to do that?”
“Do you ever think about anything but sex?”
“Not when I’m not getting my ass shot at, no. I don’t need to.” He nibbled again. Sweet ripples of desire swept across her flesh. “And we’ve still got a whole day of free time to play. What more could a person ask for?”
“A Kite vaccine and a well-supplied vacation cabin in the middle of nowhere next to a well-stocked trout pond.”
Omega laughed, the deep sound rumbling through her. “A girl after my own heart.”
“You didn’t grow up trout fishing,” Echo said. “You grew up in LA.”
“I can learn, can’t I? Sounds like a great plan to me. One of these days, we’ll all be talking about our next step, and it won’t have anything to do with Kite.”
“I hope,” she quietly said.
Echo took the mug of coffee from her. “I think it’s time we take your mind off your troubles.”
“The only trouble we’re going to have, buddy, is if you don’t give me that mug back.”
He took a sip and then held it out of her reach. “Mmm, it sure is good coffee.”
“Dammit, Echo. That’s not funny.”
Omega stepped back. “Dude, I’m so not helping you if she takes you down. You just don’t mess with a person’s coffee. That’s wrong on so many levels.”
Echo grinned at her. “Oh, I think she wouldn’t hurt me.”
She hooked a leg around his, pulling his knee from behind and making him fall.
On his way down, she swiped the mug from his hand, barely spilling any of it.
As he hit the roof, she planted a foot in his back. “I love you, but let me tell you something. You ever take my coffee away from me again, I will rip your nuts off, no matter how much I love them.”
Omega laughed. “Warned you.”
* * * *
Unless something drastic changed, they would remain in their safe house for a couple of months, at least. That would hopefully give the three scientists time to make progress with all the data and samples they’d taken from the church facility back in Los Angeles.
“We almost missed Independence Day,” Gia said as she snuggled next to Omega on their bedroll. “You know that? It’s next week.”
“Hadn’t even thought about it,” Echo said. “Been thinking day-to-day, sometimes not past hour-by-hour.”
“Almost a year since TMFU,” Omega said, pulling her on top of him and sliding his cock home inside her pussy. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
“Yeah, it does,” Echo said, climbing onto the bedroll with them. “Feels like a decade has gone by.”
It felt…weird to be able to relax.
Weird in the good way, but still weird not to have daily reports, or court hearings, or witness statements, or any of the other daily minutiae that had comprised her life before everything finally fell apart at the seams.
“I feel like I should be doing something,” she said, bracing her palms against Omega’s chest. She loved the light dusting of curly brown hair over his pecs, the sharp contrast between their skin.
The way it felt like either man could practically wear her during sex, like they were joined together in a way she’d never felt before. A damn good way.
She liked it even more that Omega finally shaved his head again.
“You are doing something,” Omega said with a cheeky grin. “You’re about to get your brains fucked out, baby.”
“Again,” Echo added.
She tweaked Omega’s left nipple. “You know what I mean.”
Echo grabbed her and pulled her back, making her lean against him and stretching her body, exposing her clit. He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her tender nipples between his thumbs and fingers. “Look at that poor, swollen clit of yours,” he said. “Looks like someone’s been getting fucked real good lately.”
“Yeah,” Omega said, his fingers latching on to her clit and gently tugging it. “But I bet we can still coax another one out of this poor, abused clit, can’t we?”
She whined, knowing the answer to that.
Of course they could. And they would.
They were nothing if not persistent.
At that angle Omega’s cock hit her G-spot with every slow stroke he took. Between him flexing his hips and playing with her clit, she quickly surged toward another release.
“I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock when you come, baby,” Omega said. He wore a pleased grin but didn’t stop playing with her clit, even as she started coming. “I love knowing we’re giving you something you’ve never had before. Making you feel so good in ways you never felt before. You have no idea how good that makes us feel.”
“Not just good, baby,” Echo said. “Proud, too.” He gave another, firm squeeze to her breasts before his hands drifted down to her belly and stroked her flesh. “And one day, we’re going to have you just like this, but you’re going to have a sweet, beautiful baby belly on you. And we’re still going to want to fuck your beautiful body until you finally tell us no.”
His hands returned to her nipples. He pinched them, hard, as he nipped the side of her neck, a little trick the men had accidentally discovered would send her over the edge every time.
And sure enough, she fell, letting out a cry as her orgasm hit her.
“Mmmhmm,” Echo mumbled against her neck.
“That’s our girl,” Omega said. “You just think about milking our cocks with that sweet pussy of yours. We’re never going to get tired of this.”
Frankly, she couldn’t envision a time she would ever get tired of it, either. Not after what she’d been through before meeting them.
After they were satisfied that she’d finished, Omega came, then in a well-practiced move, Echo lifted her hips, pulling her off Omega’s cock so he could slide his into her. He pushed her down onto Omega’s chest and fucked her hard and fast, even as the last echoes of her orgasm spiraled through her.
Omega grabbed a handful of her hair. “Get you to the point where we make you feel so good all the time you’ll be begging us to suck our cocks even if you don’t feel like being fucked, baby,” he said. “Have you begging one or both of us to lick that sweet clit of yours.”
That sensitive, swollen clit was rubbing against Omega. Between that, his words, and Echo’s perfect fucking, one last, small climax rippled through her.
Echo laughed. “You were right,” he said. “We ruined her for any other men.” And at that he finished, leaning forward to kiss the back of her neck. “Lucky for us.”
She smiled against Omega’s chest. “Lucky for me, you mean. I’m glad you sweet-talked me into joining this barrel of monkeys.”
Both men groaned, but laughed, kissing her.
As long as nothing went wrong, they had the next several weeks in Seattle to sate their new relationship energy. But she suspected even once that had run its course that the three of them likely would have a vigorous sex life, circumstances permitting.
Not that
she was complaining.
Not in the least.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Papa looked up as the newest set of lovebirds finished their latest round of boinking.
Alpha had looked, too. “Holy fuck,” he muttered. “Those two are like a couple of rabbits. They’re going to break that poor woman.”
“I don’t hear her complaining,” Papa said, studying the tablet.
Uncle and Zed, also in on this planning session, never bothered to take their attention away from the tablet. “Try having a room next to them,” Uncle grumbled.
Papa returned his focus to the Seattle map in front of them. “The two SOTIF teams swept this area,” he said, indicating several neighborhoods in and around the old SeaTac airport complex, “and this area,” he said, indicating another. “Following the information retrieved from the files at the clinic, they also swept here and here.” He indicated two other areas. “No sign of her.”
“And no new cases of Kite reported, huh?” Zed asked.
“Not yet.”
“What does that mean?” Uncle asked.
“Don’t know. Could be any number of things. Seattle is a much smaller city than LA. Less than two hundred thousand here at last census. They strictly test every ship coming in, every commercial airplane. It was only because they flew them in general aviation that she slipped by.”
“How do we know she’s not just decomposing in a ditch somewhere?” Alpha asked. “Or she became fish food in Puget Sound?”
“We don’t. But we need to start sweeps of these areas again, and other areas. Check the local homeless shelters, everywhere. Silo doesn’t have a large church in the area. There’s one over in Spokane, but her instructions said she was supposed to come to downtown Seattle. And without transportation, it’d be difficult for her to get all the way across the state.”
“What if,” Zed slowly said, “she didn’t die?”
The men looked at him.
He continued. “It’s been, what, over two weeks now. What if she is still out there? Maybe half crazy because her Kite ran out. Maybe, like Doc, she survived it. Maybe we haven’t found her yet because she’s got a natural immunity to the damn thing.”
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