by Dia Cole
I gently stroke the puckered flesh of a scar courtesy of his BMX racing days. We’d all been so glad when he’d given up racing. I bend my head and trace the scar with my tongue, wringing another moan from his lips. Logan never let me play like this. He never let me touch him or taste him. I wonder what Xander tastes like.
I run my fingers down his hard abs, watching how they flex under my fingers.
My eyes lock with Xander’s as I slowly undo the last two buttons of his pants.
He peels them down his hips and kicks them off, his erection springing free. He’s hard and ready. His cock is a tad longer and slightly thinner than Tore’s. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.
I reach out and touch him.
Xander lets out a guttural sound. His engorged cock pulses in my hand, growing even larger.
Another groan pierces the air.
I twist around to see Jack sitting naked on the sofa. He’s watching Xander and me with a heated gaze. His muscles bunch and flex as he strokes himself.
That’s so hot. I can’t wait to touch Jack the way I’m touching Xander. I look between the two men.
For a fleeting minute guilt stabs me in the chest. How can I be doing this? First Tore. Now both Jack and Xander.
“That feels so good, sunflower.” Xander thrusts against my palm bringing my attention back to him. “Don’t stop.”
I don’t want to stop. My eyes fall on the bandage on my arm. I have only hours to live. Do I want to die before experiencing this?
There’s only one answer. Hell no. I want to know everything. I want to do everything. Pushing all my reservations aside, I slide my hand up and down Xander’s cock trying to mimic how Jack is touching himself.
Fluid beads on the smooth purple tip of Xander’s cock. Reacting on pure instinct, I lick it off with a flick of my tongue.
Xander takes a swift intake of breath. He swells even more in my hands.
The salty-sweet taste of his cum intrigues me.
He lets out another ragged moan.
I position my mouth over his shaft and look up at him through my eyelashes. “It’s my turn to make you scream, Xander.”
7
Xander
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Sophie Ann Becker would ever be kneeling in front of me, her lush mouth inches from my mushroom tip.
Her beautiful blue eyes are filled with mischief as she looks up at me. “Is that okay with you, Xander?”
Holy fuck-balls, yeah. I nod, too afraid of saying something that would bring her to her senses. And then those pink lips that I’ve fantasized about for so long are wrapping around me. Hot. Wet. Perfect.
The first lap of her tongue almost does me in. Nothing has ever compared to this. To her.
When I’d first transferred to Saguaro Valley Elementary School, I’d been a sad, lonely shitstain of a kid. I felt like an outsider until Sophie took me under her wing, sitting next to me at lunch and PE. I fell hard for her then and my crush only worsened when she’d kissed me during a spin the bottle game in sixth grade. While the chickenshit that I was worked up the courage to ask her to the school dance in seventh grade, Logan happened. Then I had to settle for being stuck in the friend zone all these years. It was a bitter pill for me to swallow. And for Jack who almost had it as bad as me. Almost.
The long line of lovers we’d taken had never filled the void she’d left though. None of them reached me like she did with a small touch, a hug, a smile—holy shit.
She licks a spot underneath the tip of my shaft.
I can’t help but throw my head back and hiss like some fucking cobra.
Then she starts moving me in and out of her mouth. Slow at first. Then faster.
My balls tighten like fists and I desperately fight to keep from coming. Sliding my hands into her silky soft blond hair, I gently grip the back of her head—forcing her to slow down.
She looks up at me, confusion in her incredible eyes.
“I want it to last,” I tell her. I need it to last forever because I can’t face what will happen after. I can’t face losing her. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it have been me or my man mountain of a best friend?
I glance over at Jack.
He’s furiously working his fuck-stick, giving me this time with her. But I can tell he wants to be part of it. He’s waiting for me to give the word. Since initially deciding we never wanted to be in a he-said-she-said scenario back in high school, we’ve often shared women. I’ve never had a problem with it. Until now.
A dark part of me wants to keep Sophie all for myself, but that would be a dick move. Gritting my teeth, I motion Jack over with my free hand.
With an ecstatic grin, Jack jumps up and approaches us with way more stealth than a guy his size should have. Sophie seems completely unaware of him as he goes to his big hairy knees behind her.
She jumps in surprise when he grips her hip and slides his hand between her legs. Her eyes roll back as he strokes her creamy wet pussy.
I feel her body go rigid, and then she’s coming again with a muffled sob.
She looks fucking magnificent with her thighs spread, her back arched like a bow, and her kick-ass tits shaking.
I feel myself swelling in her mouth.
Her top teeth graze the top of my dick, but she makes it all better by sucking me down her throat.
“Can I?” Jack asks, positioning his cock at her entrance.
She answers by moaning against my dick and opening her thighs even wider.
Murmuring what sounds like a prayer of thanks, Jack slowly enters her. Sweat dots his forehead. He’s clearly trying hard to hold back and not thrust balls-deep into her.
Sophie grabs my legs for support and lets out a low moan. The vibration shoots straight up my root. Fuck!
“Okay?” Jack asks through gritted teeth.
She nods, or tries to with my dick in her mouth.
Jack’s expression is almost euphoric as he slowly pumps in and out of her. We’ve done this dance so many times with so many women, but none of them were Sophie. For the first time in our sexual history together, I envy the shit out of Jack. I long to be the first one inside her, but then again I’m the first to have her mouth. It’s a fucking amazing mouth.
As Jack sets up a steady rhythm, her baseball-size breasts shake hypnotically.
I reach down and pinch her nipples, loving the gasp she lets out. She’s so responsive and wild. She’s everything I’ve ever imagined her to be.
Her blue eyes darken as she rocks against Jack’s cock, taking everything he’s giving her.
The big guy’s control snaps and he’s slamming into her hard and fast.
She takes me along for the ride, working my dick like a melting popsicle.
Damn. Doesn’t she have a gag reflex? Sweat runs down my face as intense pressure builds in my balls. I can’t hold out much longer.
Jack howls her name and thrusts wildly into her one last time. Seeing him cum inside her shoves me over the edge.
With a shout, I explode into her tight wet mouth. Unable to help myself, I grip her head tight forcing her to swallow me down.
And she does. Every last drop.
Asking her to forgive me for being a selfish bastard, I let go of her now-tangled hair. Swaying unsteadily I collapse back on my ass.
She smiles and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “That was amazing.”
“You were amazing.” I lean over and kiss her swollen lips.
We are forced to break apart when Jack wraps his freakishly huge linebacker arms around us and crushes us against his chest. “This is the best moment of my life. I love you guys.”
I pound on his back. “Hey! We need to breathe, buddy.”
He loosens his embrace enough for me to notice that Sophie’s shoulders are shaking. At first I think she’s laughing, then I notice the tears streaming from her eyes. She’s crying again. Ah, hell.
Jack’s eyes fill with sadness. “It’s okay, honey.”
But it’s n
ot okay. It’ll never be okay. The woman we love is dying and there’s nothing we can do about it. My eyes burn and I fight like mad not to break down.
Sophie pushes us away. “I’m sorry, guys. I don’t want to ruin our moment. It’s just that we finally got together and now we have to say goodbye.”
“Maybe we don’t have to.” I look at Jack. We’ve been friends so long he can all but read my mind.
He locks his jaw and gives a curt nod. He’s with me on this like I knew he would be.
I snag my cargo pants off the floor and fish a pill bottle out of one of the pockets.
“What are those?” Sophie asks with a sniff.
“Pain pills.” A supply run at a pharmacy a few months back had been a veritable gold mine. Although I’d avoided drugs prior to the apocalypse, I’m not above bartering pills or anything else to ensure Sophie had all the comforts she needed. My pills are the only reason she’s staying in the corner office, always gets her rations first, and has clean clothes to wear not that she ever needs to know that.
Jack snags the bottle out of my hand and opens it. “Are there enough?”
“There has to be.” It’s my last bottle.
Jack pours the pills onto the floor and divides them into three even piles.
I start to tell him that he’ll need more pills than us, but Sophie interrupts me.
“You’re not killing yourselves. No. That’s not happening.” Her face is flushed and her eyes frantic.
I grab her before she can swat away the pile of pills. “Shh. Calm down. All we’re going to do is take some pills and go to sleep together.”
Jack looks up at her. “We want to be with you, Sophie. Friends to the end, remember?”
Hearing the old saying we used to recite to each other back in elementary school makes my chest tight. “Friends to the end.”
Sophie chokes on her sob, but I can see she’s accepted it. “I-It won’t hurt, will it?”
I push back a lock of blond hair that’s sticking to her tearstained face. “Not at all.”
“Wait.” She stiffens in my arms. “We can’t do it here. I’ll turn into a zombie when I die.” She lifts up her bare arm. The bandage must’ve fallen off during our sexcapades.
No way! “Holy fuck-balls.” I grab her arm. “Is this where Kevin bit you?”
“Yeah. Why?”
I peer down at the teeth marks on her forearm. Over the past three months I’d seen dozens of similar zombie bites, but they all showed immediate signs of the Z-virus. I turned her arm over, inspecting her tanned skin. “You were bitten hours ago, right?”
Sophie nods.
Relief punches me in the gut. “Then you’re not infected.”
Sophie’s eyes widen. “How can that be?”
“Are you sure?” Jack says at the same time.
“There’s no discoloration or dark veins anywhere.” I hold Sophie’s arm up under Jack’s nose so he can see for himself. The telltale black marks that spider out from any infected bite or scratch are missing.
He looks as dumbfounded as I feel.
There’s a loud knock at the door. “Sophie?” It sounds like Tore’s voice. We all ignore him.
Sophie shakes her head. Her eyes are unfocused and she looks dazed.
“You’re immune.” I don’t know how or why she is, but it’s restored my faith in…well just about everything. With a gleeful cry I wrap my arms around her and Jack.
The door crashes open. “What the fuck is this?”
I look up to see Tore standing in the doorway, a murderous look in his eyes.
8
Sophie
Dimly, I’m aware of Tore stalking into the room and shouting at Xander and Jack.
My friends jump to their feet and yell back at Tore.
I know I should intervene before they try to kill each other, but I can’t shake the confusion hijacking my mind.
My breathing quickens as I stare down at my arm. The indentations made by Kevin’s teeth are still visible, but it looks as if the bite has been healing for weeks, not hours. Xander is right. There are no signs of infection. No signs of the Z-virus. How can this be?
Everyone I’ve ever known who was bitten or scratched by a zombie would have been covered in black veins by this point. Why aren’t I? Can I really be immune to the Z-virus? If so, does that mean I might be the key to stopping the apocalypse?
Dots dance in front of my vision and I realize I’m hyperventilating. Slow down, Sophie. I take a deep breath and slowly let it out. Maybe I’m immune, or maybe Kevin hadn’t been a zombie long enough to turn me, or maybe I had guardian angels watching out for me today. Either way, I’m not going to die.
A wave of dizzying relief hits me. I sit back hard on my butt. Something stabs into my skin. I reach underneath me and pull out my engagement ring hanging on the chain. The sparkly stone gleams up at me accusingly.
Logan. I’ve cheated on Logan. I wait for the guilt to hit me, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t because I’ve finally accepted the truth. He’s gone.
Deep in my heart, I’ve known for some time, but it took me facing death to finally accept it and move on. I slowly coil the silver chain into a ball. “Logan’s dead,” I say out loud.
Jack and Xander look at me with mirroring looks of confusion.
Tore levels his dark eyes on me. “You’ll be dead soon too, Sophie.” His gaze turns accusatory. “I thought we were spending your last few hours together.”
“I thought so too, before you ran out of the room,” I fire back.
“I had to check on the others. I didn’t realize you’d replace me so quickly.”
The bite in Tore’s voice raises my hackles. He has no right to be upset. There were no promises between us. “We can still spend time together.”
Tore looks at me as if I’m insane. “You’re out of time, angel.”
Jack makes a sound of aggravation. “We’ve told you. She’s not infected. Sophie, show him.”
I lift my arm to where Tore can see it.
Tore blinks hard. “I thought you said you were bitten by a zombie.”
“I was, but apparently it didn’t give me the virus.”
Tore shakes his head in confusion. “I’ve never heard of that happening.”
“We’ll now you have,” Xander replies. “Why don’t you turn around and leave through that door you just Hulk-smashed through?”
Tore scowls at him through narrowed eyes. “Why don’t you turn around and leave my safe house?”
“Fine. We will.” Jack glares back at Tore. “And Sophie’s coming with us.”
“The hell she is,” Tore hisses.
Enough. I make my own decisions. “No one needs to leave.”
All three men watch me as I push myself to my feet.
“I’ve just gotten a new lease on life and I’m not going to waste it with this male dominance crap. You all have big dicks, okay? Can we move on?” I walk over to the desk, pull out the top drawer and set Logan’s ring inside. Then I slam it closed with enough force that it makes Xander jump.
Jack frowns. “You’re going to have to choose. Us or him.” He points to Tore. “You know how Xander and I feel about you. We’ll protect you with our lives.”
“You can’t protect shit,” growls Tore. “I’m the one who’s kept you all alive.” He looks over at me. “Stay here with me and I’ll protect you.”
Seriously? I laugh. “Boys, the last time I checked, I was the one who just survived a zombie bite. I don’t need protecting, but what I would like is more loving.” I sit down on the edge of the desk. “You all promised me an amazing night and the night’s not over.”
Three pairs of jaws drop.
I swing my legs back and forth enjoying the rush of feminine power. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this.
Tore is the first to compose himself. “If you’re asking me to share you with these idiots, my answer is no.”
I stroke my hand down the length of my naked body the way he’
d asked me to do before. “I thought you said nothing should be off-limits between us.”
“D-did I say that?” Tore wets his lips. He tracks my hand with a hungry gaze.
I give Tore a seductive smile. “How about this? We’ll do a test. I’ll touch you there.” I point between his legs. “If you’re hard for me, we do this. If not…”
Jack steps between us and shakes his head. “No. No fucking way.”
I throw his own logic back at him. “Come on, Jack. You said two is better than one. Why can’t three be better than two?”
“You belong to us, Sophie.” He motions between himself and Xander.
I pause my hand inches from my core, and glare at the former football player. “No, I don’t.” For the first time in years, I belong to no one but myself.
Xander slowly nods seeming to catch on. “You’re your own woman. We respect that.” He gives Jack a meaningful look. “But you have to understand that Jack and I love you. We’ll do everything in our power to convince you to be with us.”
“Then start convincing.” I rest one foot on top of the office chair. It’s a brazen move that bares me to their gazes and it’s something the old me would never have dared to do. But I’m not that virginal girl anymore. I’ve discovered how amazing sex is and now I want to make up for lost time.
Xander crosses over to me and brushes away my hand. His fingers replace mine and I let out a gasp. In seconds, he has me seeing stars.
“Ooh,” I moan, falling back over the desk.
Jack walks over to the other side. “You have no idea how convincing we can be.” He leans over the desk and gives me a hot, wet, upside-down kiss. Somehow his tongue thrusts match the tempo of Xander’s fingers.
Desire rushes through me.
Suddenly, Tore is there too. He pinches one of my nipples.
I shudder, loving the pleasure-pain sensation. “Does this mean you’re on board with this, Tore?” I ask against Jack’s mouth.
Tore’s eyes gleam wickedly. “Only if I’m the first to take your ass, angel.”
I gasp. My ass?
“You’ll love it,” Jack promises, nibbling my bottom lip. “Just think, all of us inside you.”