Sparrow's Flight (Savage World, 1)

by Jenika Snow

  Sparrow had never witnessed such an act of eroticism before, and they were quickly burning her alive from the inside out. He sucked and licked at Mason’s dick, and the part he couldn’t reach with his mouth, he worked with his hand. Mason kept his eyes solely on her, gestured for her to come forward with a crook of his finger, and grinned when she complied immediately. Mason was against the counter while Ash sucked him off, and when Sparrow was close enough, Mason snagged her around the nape and tugged her forward. He kissed her fiercely, and there wasn’t anything romantic about it. It was wet and sloppy, but it was so fucking hot that she wanted more. Asher took his free hand and moved it up her thigh, under the hem of her shirt, and curled his big fingers into her hip. It wasn’t an overly sensual touch, one that felt more like a brand of ownership.

  Mason made grunting noises against her mouth, but she knew it was because Asher was going to town on his cock. The wet, slurping sounds of him deep-throating the other man were like nothing she had ever heard, and something she never thought she would get aroused from. How wrong she had been. Mason broke away, moved away from Ash until the sound of a wet popping noise filled the room, gripped her around the waist, and lifted her easily onto the counter beside him. He hissed out, and she knew he had to have hurt his wound from the sudden act, but before she could reprimand him, he had his mouth back on hers and his tongue between her lips.

  “I want in your body, baby. I want to slide my cock in your hot little cunt.” He tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, and the sound of her flesh snapping back in place when he let go made her even more aroused. Where Asher seemed more reserved and wanted to take things slower at first, Mason was the complete opposite.

  He took control of the situation and of her body. He didn’t say words to coax her, just showed his dominance in the way he licked the interior of her mouth, ran his hands over her damp shirt, and willed her body to get hotter by the second. She saw Ash moving back too and knew he was giving Mason head again.

  “You have no idea how good it feels to have Ash sucking my cock, rolling my balls in his big, masculine hand, and have the softness of you pressed against me. It’s the best of both worlds.” As if that had been some kind of cue, the sound of Asher’s mouth leaving the suction of Mason’s dick filled the air. He stood and moved beside Mason so they were face-to-face with her.

  “Does he make you feel good, sweetheart?” Ash leaned in so their mouths were only inches apart. Mason was still so close. She nodded and licked her lips, which had Ash groaning and slanting his mouth on hers. The flavor of Mason’s pre-cum covering her taste buds in a salty, yet surprisingly sweet mixture came from Asher’s lips. Mason pushed her thighs apart while Ash kept kissing her, but not even the sound of a condom being opened, or the feel of the thick crest of Mason’s dick penetrating her pussy, could break the spell Ash currently had on her. When the head of Mason’s erection was lodged inside her, she expected him to go slowly, but she should have known better, because even gentle Ash hadn’t been so gentle.

  Mason tunneled into her body in one steady, swift move. Her ass moved up the counter an inch, but Ash kept his hand on her chin and his mouth on hers. Mason didn’t ease in and out of her. He fucked her like he hadn’t fucked a female in a very long time, but she supposed that wasn’t far from the truth. Ash kissed her like he was making love, and Mason fucked her like she was a vessel for his pleasure. But both complemented each other so well that she knew that being with them separately, although deliciously good, would never bring her this kind of mind-blowing intensity.

  Mason shoved her shirt up her chest forcefully, baring her breasts and then lowering his head to suck on her exposed nipples. A gasp of pain left her when Mason bit down on one stiff peak, but he dragged his tongue along the abused flesh, causing her inner muscles to clench around him on their own.

  “Fuck, yeah, baby. Do that again. Milk my shit until I come so fucking hard.”

  She did as Mason asked, and when Ash broke the kiss and he and Mason started making out while Mason continued to slam his dick in and out of her and pull at one of her nipples, she couldn’t hold off the inevitable orgasm that had slowly been rising since she had gotten off the second time. Her head was suddenly too heavy, and she let it fall back. The same thing went for her eyes, and she closed them, enjoyed the euphoric sensation that washed through her, and didn’t care about anything else.

  While her pleasure was still going, one of the guys grabbed her hair, yanked her head forward, and kissed her hard enough that their teeth clashed. The deep groan against her lips told her it was Mason, but soon Asher had his hand in her hair and was pulling her toward him, kissing her softer but with just as much passion. Mason shuddered against her as he came, and the smell of their sweat, the sweet muskiness of their combined arousal, filled the small, deserted kitchen.

  Even after the pleasure became a slow burn inside her, Mason and Asher took turns kissing her. Their faces were so close, nearly fused together, so all they were doing was moving their mouths against each other at the same time. It was hot as hell, erotic, and steam worthy, and she knew she had never truly lived until this very moment.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Collin stared through the small opening in the window where the boards didn’t quite block. What he saw should not have made him hard, but he hadn’t been with a female in a really long fucking time, and seeing the woman who had just been tied to a tree hours before, willing to do whatever the fuck he wanted because she had no other choice, had the sick side of him rear its ugly head. He thought he’d buried the bastard when the world had gone down the shitter.

  He’d gone through his stash of cocaine months ago, and even after the agonizingly painful period of him lying in a ditch going through withdrawal, it was clear that the evil part of him hadn’t died right along with his need to get high. He was just good at hiding it, keeping it buried deep inside until he couldn’t handle the black oiliness of it any longer. Tonight had been the result of him not being able to control it.

  He killed the men he had been on the road with for the last two weeks. But they were pieces-of-shit humans who should have died like the rest of the world. They were a means to an end, and when he had seen the green-eyed, dark-haired beauty restrained to that tree, something in him snapped. He didn’t care how many lives he had taken, didn’t care if he went to hell for it, because in all honesty, he was already in hell.

  Nothing worse could happen to him.

  He was a demon amidst the fire and flames of the seventh level of hell, and he reveled in it. It had been his life for as long as he cared to remember, and he had no intentions of letting go. Collin was tired of being alone, and the green-eyed beauty would make a perfect addition to his lonely, depraved, pain-filled existence. But even as he thought that, a smaller part of him moved away, tried to reason that being decent was the only thing left that was good in this world. But in his mind’s eye, he saw her tied to that tree. Her complete helplessness had gotten him harder than he had been in years, had brought back memories of the club he once owned, of the darkness, smoky atmosphere, screams of pain and pleas for more.

  Even now, nearly half a year later, he scented the sex that lined the air like a thick, erotically cloaked blanket. He wanted her, but as he watched them with her, saw the way they touched her like they really fucking cared, and this wasn’t just about getting off, it told Collin that getting between that wouldn’t do anything but hurt everyone. Did he actually think kidnapping her would have her loving him, looking at him like he was her protector, and letting him do all the vile and filthy things he longed for?

  No, he was a sick, depraved bastard. There had been enough pain and disgust in his life before the apocalypse, and even afterward, he had done some pretty heinous shit. He didn’t want to continue on the same path, didn’t want to ruin what those three obviously had, and what Collin would most likely never experience.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The sun started to rise over the tops of the e
vergreens, and Sparrow shielded her eyes from the bright glare. They stayed at the cabin for a few days, letting Mason recoup before they continued to make their way to his own cabin. Fortunately, no one bothered them during that time, which had been a very nice break from the chaos that seemed to follow them.

  They’d been walking for miles, farther and farther up the mountain until the air thinned and a crisp wind blew through the trees. Her feet ached, her whole body burned, and all of the adrenalin, endorphins, and energy that had kept her going thus far had since dwindled away to nothing.

  But she kept her mouth shut, knew Mason and Asher were just as exhausted, and told herself that when they got there, this would have all been worth it. Sweat lined her flesh, but the cool breeze dried it almost as instantly as it formed.

  The trees had broken way to show a modest-sized cabin. A shed about the size of a small garage was off to the side but no more than a few feet from the cabin. There was a huge padlock on the shed door and a good-sized area with chicken wire fenced around the perimeter.

  Grass was overgrown in patches, and weeds sprouted up in the small, almost pointless gravel driveway that led up to the front of the cabin.

  The place looked deserted and spooky even, but it was a sight for sore eyes and, as far as she could tell, completely untouched. They all stood there for several minutes, just staring. She took in their surroundings, and all she heard was silence.

  Blissful silence filled her at the fact that she didn’t hear the shuffling and groaning of the infected. But this silence wasn’t like the kind that filled her head when she was alone on the road. This was peaceful, with birds chirping and the smell of freshness filling her senses. But she couldn’t go rushing over to the front door, not when they still had to make sure it was safe and secure, even if it appeared that way.

  The three of them had stayed hidden behind the trees, scoping out the property and seeing if there was any movement. There hadn’t been, and when Asher and Mason deemed it safe enough to move forward, they still kept her behind them. The truth was they made her feel good when they wanted to protect her.

  Feeling safe was a rarity these days, but these two men made her feel like that tenfold. Mason took hold of her hand, and she was snapped out of her thoughts. They moved quickly and silently around the side of the cabin, and Mason let her hand go to look through one of the windows. She held her breath, but then she saw him visibly relax and look over at them.

  “No one has been here. I can see everything is exactly as I left it half a year ago.” He led them back toward the front door, and the porch creaked beneath the combined weight of the three of them. Mason lifted his arm and felt around the doorframe, and she heard the sound of metal running along wood. He lowered his arm and showed them the single key he held.

  “You seriously kept the spare above your doorframe?” Asher snorted when Mason grinned. Once the door was unlocked and Mason pushed it fully open, the scent of stale air and dust filled her nose. She held off on a sneeze and twitched her nose from side to side. There was no light aside from what came through the few windows sporadically placed. Asher shut the door behind her, and for a moment, no one spoke or moved. But then Mason jumped into action.

  “Ash, let’s do a quick sweep. There are two rooms in the back and a bathroom down the hall.” Mason turned and looked at her. “Stay here, baby.”

  They were moving through the cabin before she could even respond. The sound of their footsteps moving through the rooms and of their voices murmuring that everything was clear drowned out everything else. They were back in front of her only minutes later.

  “It’s all good.” Mason smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her. He moved into the kitchen and started checking the cupboards. “Over the years, I’ve been stockpiling this place.” He bent down on his haunches, ran his finger along the underside of the cabinet, and a clicking, followed by a popping noise filled the air right before a small door popped out from the ground.

  Mason reached out and pulled the small door open. The space inside was not very large, but inside was stacked with canned goods, dried beans and rice, and even dehydrated meat and fruits.

  “I put this trapdoor here to utilize space.” Mason grinned up at them, but she was already smiling like a fool. “I have a cistern out back, but I’ll need to check it out. The shed has firewood and more canned goods along with jugs of fresh water. My plan had been to stay here a very long time.” She reached out and took his hand, and he gave it a squeeze. But there was only peace and acceptance in his eyes. She knew he would never be fully healed, but she hoped the three of them could work toward a beautiful, fresh future.

  “Come here, you two.” She looked at Asher for only a second before moving toward Mason. He wrapped her in his arms, lifted her head with a finger under her chin, and brought his mouth to hers.

  When she was good and heated, nice and aroused, because this man knew exactly how to stroke her with only his tongue so she was putty in his hands, she inhaled deeply. He gently broke the kiss, smiled down at her again, and looked at Ash. He pulled the other man forward and claimed his mouth in a more aggressive manner, but not lacking the sensuality and caring that he had given her.

  She felt her throat tighten in desire as she watched their mouths separate only the barest of spaces, and how they slowly stuck their tongues out, twirling them around together. There was a thin line of saliva from tongue to tongue that kept them connected as they finally pulled apart, but they only looked at each other for a moment before slowly turning their heads in her direction. She was aroused beyond belief, but it wasn’t the time for what she really wanted to do, and she could see in their eyes they knew that as well.

  Mason and Asher pulled away from each other. “I think we could all use some sleep. I’ll lock everything up, but until we know for sure we are secure up here, there is still the risk of drifters.”

  Asher nodded and ran a hand over his hair. “Yeah, I’m dead weight on my feet right now.”

  For a moment when her arousal spiked, she had forgotten about the exhaustion that ran right down to her bones. Sleep was good, very, very good. Mason locked up the front door, checked the few windows, and gestured for them to follow him to the back of the cabin.

  “We need to install some shutters on the inside for starters.” He pushed open a door at the end of the hall, and she followed them into a pretty large room.

  There was one bed in the center of the room pushed against the wall, and it was gorgeous. The four posts were thick and looked hand-carved. The room smelled musty, and the light coming through the window showed all the dust particles floating through the air. The bed was inviting, and all she wanted to do was collapse in the center of it and sleep until everything looked better when she woke.

  Asher peeled off the dusty comforter and tossed it aside. After toeing off her shoes and crawling into the center of the mattress, she flopped onto her belly and closed her eyes. The smell of staleness and age filled her nose, but she didn’t care. Cleaning the sweat off of her body didn’t even matter at this point, especially not when Mason lay beside her and Ash moved onto the other side of her body. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know who wrapped his arms around her middle and who moved his hand over the curve of her bottom.

  It seemed like this one moment meant more than she could possibly comprehend, and for once since everything happened, Sparrow felt like she had found a home. And that home included these two very hard and roughened men, who just happened to be in a relationship with each other but showed her that even when there was dirt and pain, violence and desolation, there was always that little ray of hope that shone through if someone was willing to open their eyes and really look.

  Epilogue One

  August: Five months later

  It had to be in the eighties, but being this high up in the mountains with the trees blocking the light and the cool breeze moving through the branches, the temperature felt like it was in the comfortable seventies. Despite the gorgeou
s weather, Sparrow was sweating. She wiped her forehead with the back of the hand and looked around. The scent of dirt filled her nose, but she was elbow-deep in the garden.

  The vegetables were nearly ready to be picked, and there was a sense of accomplishment and pride in the knowledge that the three of them had made it this far and were surviving on the fruits of their labor. Mason was shirtless over by the chopping block and stacked the last of the lumber by the shed. Sweat glistened off his body, and the sight of his muscles bulging in the most delicious of ways had Sparrow on edge with desire and heat. Ash had gone inside the cabin only a few moments ago after he had gotten water out of the cistern.

  Mason looked over at her, grinned, and tilted his head over to the front door. He headed inside, and Sparrow finished up in the garden before standing and brushing the dirt from her legs. Her gun was strapped nicely to her outer thigh, and even though they hadn’t had any problems aside from the occasional infected wandering far too close to their place, they always took precautions. Just because there hadn’t been any healthy humans that found their place, that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.

  There was always the risk of being found, or someone challenging them for their home and supplies, and the three of them were not about to let this place go without a fight.

  But growing their own food, having a cistern for rain water, securing the cabin with inner shutters, and even setting up spiked “roadblocks” around the perimeter of the property to stop the sick from coming close, they still had to make the occasional trip down the mountain in search of supplies they weren’t able to grow in their garden. But the three of them went together, because it was far too risky for only one to go alone and for only one to stay at the cabin.