by Kris Norris
Wolfe grunted. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says.”
“Good. ‘Cause what we have—between us and with Morgan—it’d be worth breaking ranks over.”
Gunner punched him in the shoulder. “Not necessary. I’ll explain everything to Colby and Hunter. But I guarantee that it won’t faze them.” He glanced into the room. “I swear she’s already asleep. Fuck, she’s pushing herself hard.”
Wolfe carded a hand through his hair. “Part of the reason we love her. But she knows we’re running out of time. This convoluted path back is taking ten times as long. For every mile we go north, we cover five more going every other direction. And this terrain… Shit, even I’m feeling it.”
“Can’t risk the towns. Not with these zombie bastards moving the way they do.”
“We’re nearly out of supplies. We have to hit a town tomorrow and stock up. Even if it’s just a can or two.”
“I fucking hate this shit.” Gunner blew out a raspy breath. “Agreed. Town tomorrow then back to the trail. We’ve got to be getting close to where we ditched the damn Hummer. Maybe we can reclaim it.”
“Worth a try—”
Wolfe’s voice cut off as Morgan’s scream split the air. Ham darted forward, Wolfe already two strides ahead. Fuck the man was quick. They scrambled into the room, Wolfe vaulting over to the other side of the bed as Gunner made a few tight circles, scanning every inch before turning to look at Morgan. She thrashed on the bed, sweat beading her brow.
Ham lunged onto the mattress, gripping Morgan’s shoulders as he gave her a firm shake. She screamed again, flailing against him before her eyes sprang open and she bolted upright, chest heaving, gaze darting frantically around the room. Tremors racked her body before a sob broke free, and she curled into Ham’s arms, tears dampening his neck.
Ham stroked her hair and along her back, rocking gently as he kissed her temple. “Easy, baby. It was just dream.”
She nodded, but he could tell by the way she fisted his shirt, she wasn’t anywhere close to being okay.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head, another sob muffled against his chest.
His heart clenched. “God. Morgan. Baby, we’re right here.”
She lifted her face to his, tears dotting her cheeks, and took a shaky breath, plastering on a fake smile. “It’s fine. Really. I just need a minute.”
“Bullshit. You’re shaking. Fuck, I’ll kill that son of a bitch.” He knew it’d been about Beau. Nothing else would terrorize her that much. He glanced at Wolfe and Gunner as they lowered onto the edge of the bed.
Gunner nodded. Wolfe got up then marched out the door, and Ham knew the man was making one last round of the small cabin. Morgan was right. Sometimes they needed to focus on what was staring them in the face. They’d made the place as safe as possible. Now they needed to quiet her demons. Give her memories worth keeping.
Chapter Fifteen
Morgan stared at Ham, watching his features sharpen. He looked like he had the first night they’d met, when Beau had demanded Ham give her over to the other man. She’d known in her heart then that he wasn’t like Beau or the others at the camp, and her chest tightened at the fact she’d found three men who hadn’t allowed the end of humanity to compromise theirs.
She reached for his chin, drawing her finger back along his jaw. “Ham. It’s okay. It’s just a dream. I know I’m safe.” She shrugged. “I’m sure the nightmares will lessen with time.”
“Fuck that. You shouldn’t have to deal with them now. Period. That bastard—”
“Isn’t you. Or Wolfe or Gunner. And this only makes me love you guys more.”
His eyes softened. “Love you, too, baby. More than you’ll ever know. So much that it blinds us. Makes us crazy with this need to keep you safe. But you were right. We can’t live only for the future, not when it’s so damn uncertain. And you deserve to know how much we love you. To have us show you.” He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. “If you’ll still have us, we’d like to show you just how deep that love goes.”
The mattress sagged to one side as Wolfe returned, crowding them on the bed. He frowned as he tucked some hair behind her ear. “We’re sorry. If we’d gone to bed with you…”
“Shhh.” She placed a finger over his mouth. “You’re here now. And I’ll always have you. Unconditionally.”
She dragged Wolfe’s head to her with a single finger, molding her lips to his. His kiss was tender, sweet. Not his usual dominating force. A few more tears slipped free as she eased back, smiling at Wolfe when he brushed them away.
Concern clouded his eyes. “You okay?”
“I’m so much better than okay.”
“So those are happy tears?”
She chuckled. “I know. A strange concept for a guy, let alone a SEAL. I swear you three only think in extremes.”
“Extremes keep you sharp. Save your ass.”
“Mmm. I can think of a few things I’d like done to your ass.”
“God damn, Morgan.”
He tugged her into his chest, this kiss demanding. Hot. He plundered her mouth, tangling her tongue with his before quickly releasing, his lips dropping to her neck. Light bites followed his path toward her shoulder, his hands moving until he could lift her shirt over her head and toss it behind him.
Ham joined in from behind, unclipping her bra and smoothing the straps off her shoulders, wedging his fingers between her and Wolfe as he tore the garment free. A zipper sounded off to her left, and she turned as Gunner shucked his pants and briefs over his hips, kicking them aside.
His thick, hard cock sprang forward, the heavy length settling between his thighs. Her breath left her on a hum of approval just as Ham chuckled in her ear.
“Fucking tempting as shit, isn’t he?” Ham shuffled over to the edge of the bed. “But you’ve already had a turn to taste him, baby. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll share.”
Ham slid to his knees, palming Gunners shaft in one hand as he licked the head before stretching his mouth over the crown and taking the man deep.
“God damn, Ham. Haven’t you heard of easing a guy into it?”
Ham pulled away as he leaned back. “You fucking complaining?”
Gunner grunted. “Hell no. I’m just not going to last more than a damn minute this way. And I don’t want to look like a pussy.”
“I’ll just assume it’s my technique, bro. A benchmark for you to match.”
Gunner groaned this time as Ham descended again, Gunner’s head tilting back as his hands sank into Ham’s hair. Morgan watched Ham work Gunner’s cock, her pussy contracting emptily. Damn, they were hot. Their strong muscular bodies flexing in the dim moonlight, their skin just starting to bead with sweat.
Wolfe nuzzled her neck. “I could sit here watching them all night. But I can smell what they do to you, sweetheart. What we do to you. And we both know I’m just not that patient.”
He moved his hands to her pants, quickly tugging them free before shoving her onto her back, his hard body coming over hers. He claimed her mouth again then moved lower, licking and sucking one nipple as he toyed with the other. His biceps strained as he braced his weight on one arm, his clothes rasping across her skin.
She speared her fingers through his hair, holding him tight to her breast, knowing she could come from his touch alone. Wolfe hummed against her skin, switching sides, building the coiling heat in her groin.
He finally released her, kissing his way along her ribs, dropping a couple on the ones she’d broken before continuing down, licking her bellybutton. “I’d love to see a damn piercing here. God, it’d drive Gunner ape-shit.”
“Get me a needle…”
He chuckled. “We’ll see if Abby can help out once we’re back.” He trailed one hand over her hips to her thighs. “Open up for me, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste you.”
The fluttering in her gut intensified as he wedged his body between her legs, baring her clit to the cool air.
It contracted in response, drawing another moan from him.
“Shit. Do that again against my tongue.” His mouth dipped lower, his tongue parting her folds to lap at the small bud.
It quivered in response.
“God. Wolfe.”
The man preformed oral sex the way he did everything else—hard. Determined. Her release built quickly, heat punching through her core. Gunner moaned in the distance, and she glanced his way, inhaling sharply at the scene. Ham’s head bobbing back and forth, one hand holding Gunner’s shaft as the other moved between the man’s legs.
Wolfe nipped at her clit, drawing her attention back to him. “Does it make you hot to know Ham has his finger up Gunner’s ass? That he’s a few strokes away shooting down Ham’s throat?”
“Yes.” The single word sounded harsh. Raw. Mimicking the way she felt.
“Do you remember what it felt like to be in Ham’s place? To have Gunner surrender to you?” He slid his fingers through her slit, thrusting inside her. “Fuck, I can still taste him on my tongue. Now, I want to taste you. I want you to watch them. Watch Gunner as his eyes roll back then I want you to come for me, sweetheart.”
He attacked her clit, the pressure making her back arch off the bed. She wanted to shift her attention to Wolfe, but she couldn’t drag it away from the men. There was just something mesmerizing about the way Ham moved, the throaty moans Gunner made that held her focus and wouldn’t let go. Gunner swung his head toward her, his gaze meeting hers before his head lolled back, the cords in his neck straining. Then he was coming, hips jerking against Ham’s mouth, a guttural shout echoing around them.
Wolfe growled against her flesh, the wet sound of his fingers penetrating her pushing her higher. She closed her eyes, fighting the sensations, wanting to make the time last. Make it stop if possible. Stay suspended on the edge. Then two sets of lips latched around her nipples, giving them strong hard pulls, and she came.
Her ragged cry bounced off the walls as she convulsed around Wolfe’s mouth and hand, her fingers fisted in the blanket. Speckled dots filled her vision, and she closed her eyes against the rush of pleasure. Ham and Gunner mouthed her breasts, finally easing back and dropping soft kisses along her skin. The gentle contact burned tears in her eyes, the love in their touch more than evident.
She blinked her eyes open just as Wolfe moved over her, his warm body hot and demanding. His cock nudged her entrance, and she wrapped her legs around his back, reaching her hands to palm his shoulders. The other two men tsked, each grabbing a wrist and holding her arms above her head. The dominant act creamed more moisture from her slit, easing Wolfe’s way as he inched inside her, a steady glide of his shaft through her channel, claiming her slowly. Fully.
He bent low over her, his skin branding hers. His lips brushed across her mouth, as he smiled. “So damn tight. Wet. God, you’re amazing.” He kissed along her jaw. “Ours, Morgan. Never forget that. You’re ours.”
She nodded, each pass of his cock driving her higher. She wanted to scratch at his back, ground herself, but Ham and Gunner held fast, drawing patterns along her arms.
Gunner leaned in. “Say it. Tell us you belong to us.”
She yelled Wolfe’s name as the man thrust deep, sending her over. Her body spasmed, stealing her breath. Threatening to pull her under. Ham nuzzled her cheek, whispering soothing words as she slowly descended, the coil inside her already building again.
“Easy, baby. We’re here. But we want to hear you tell us that you belong to us as surely as we belong to you.”
Her gaze clashed with his, the truth gleaming in his eyes. She offered her mouth, earning her a nip and a light tap to her ass. Her head swung toward Gunner once Ham inched back.
Gunner rubbed his fingers along her buttocks. “Tell us.”
Her breath left her on a grunt as Wolfe slammed into her again, the single word following on a rasp of air. “Yours.”
He shook his head. “Is that the best you can do? Tell. Us.”
Ham reached between them and pinched her clit. She screamed the word as another release shattered inside her, heat billowing out in every direction. The sensations blurred her vision, and she closed her eyes as the room swayed.
“I’m still here, sweetheart. Open your eyes.”
Wolfe’s voice sounded distant, and she had to blink her eyes open.
His sexy smile filled her view. “And we’re yours. Always. Never doubt that ‘cause nothing can change that. Once we commit…” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Well, I think you’ve seen how devoted we become. And you’re our new mission. Our only mission.” He pulled out and pushed onto his hands then rocked onto his heels. “Knees. Now.”
The tenderness left his voice with those two words, nothing but burning need shaping his face. The boys released her arms, helping her turn then tucking her knees beneath her. Three sets of hands smoothed along her back and over her butt, leaving a trail of goose bumps along her legs.
“Fuck, you have an amazing ass. But I need your pussy first.” Wolfe’s hand dipped lower, grazing a path through her drenched folds before sinking inside her sex. “God, so hot. So damn tight. Can’t go easy this time. Need you too badly. Need…”
His voice trailed off, his shaft sinking an inch inside. He gave her two heartbeats to anticipate his penetration before he thrust forward, burying himself completely inside her.
She bowed her head, drawing in several panting breaths before looking at Ham. “Ham. Please.”
That boyish grin lit up his face as he claimed her mouth then moved in front of her, his cock bobbing even with her jaw. She didn’t wait for him to present it, opening her mouth and taking him deep. His fingers wove through her hair, tugging slightly as she set up a steady rhythm.
Gunner brushed his thumb along where her lips met Ham’s cock, a low throaty sound rumbling free. “Oh, Morgan. You look so damn beautiful. Ham’s dick stretching that pretty pink mouth of yours while Wolfe pounds your pussy. Fuck, I could come again just watching you.”
She released Ham, glancing at Gunner. “Wolfe…”
Her voice keened into another rasp as Wolfe landed a smack on her ass, the slight sting like a tendril of pleasure straight to her clit.
“Were you going to tell Gunner to fuck me, sweetheart?”
She looked back at him over her shoulder. “But I thought…”
His palm connected again, nearly sending her over. “We told you this was about you. About showing you how much we love you. How much we need you to stay safe. To always be there for us. Gunner can have my ass once we get back. And in such as way you’ll get a front row seat. But tonight…” He slammed into her. “Tonight we concentrate on you.”
“But Ham…”
Three more whacks stung her ass cheeks, this time igniting the orgasm just hanging out of reach. She arced against the assault, sagging toward the bed, Wolfe and Ham’s hands the only force holding her up.
Wolfe pulled out, and she wanted to scream at the loss. Fingers of release still swirled in her core, her climax far from over. Strong hands lifted her up, and she shook off the fuzziness as Ham slid beneath her, impaling her on his shaft with one, strong thrust. She came again, harder. Higher. Taking what felt like hours to finally descend. Ham stroked her spine, the repetitive motion grounding her.
Gunner curled in beside her, kissing random patches of skin. “Still here. And we’re not quite done. One more, honey. One more release.”
She shook her head. “I can’t… Too much… Too…” Her throat felt raw, the words more of a throaty rasp than anything else.
“Trust us, Morgan. One more. Then you’ll know. Know you belong to us. Know we’ll never let you go. Relax. Let Wolfe love you one more time with Ham.”
Morgan sighed in defeat, knowing she’d never deny them anything if they looked at her the way Gunner was now. Love darkening his eyes. Pride swelling his chest. She offered him her mouth, tangling her tongue with his when he leaned in. His spicy flavor filled her senses, and she
blew out a calming breath as Wolfe’s hands gently splayed her ass cheeks apart, the cool feel of the lube smoothing across her hole.
Gunner grinned at her when he finally pulled back, maintaining eye contact. “That’s it. Just breathe. He’s almost in. I can tell by the way both he and Ham are clenching their jaws. I know the pressure’s incredible. Sharing you like that. But god, it feels so good.” His fingers returned to her back, the tips making patterns on her skin. “One more inch, honey. There.”
Her head hit Ham’s chest as Wolfe stopped, his cock fully inside. They waited, seemingly allowing her time to adjust before countering their movements, thrusting and retreating in turn. Pleasure burned hot along her skin, and she closed her eyes as another climax started in her ass, gradually billowing outwards. She shook her head, knowing it’d be too big, too much to contain. Panic clawed at her consciousness, and she fought to draw in air.
“Easy, Morgan.”
Gunner’s voice sounded close, but she couldn’t open her eyes. Couldn’t add yet another dimension of stimulation.
“Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”
“Too much. I’ll pass out, I’ll…”
She screamed as the first inkling of orgasm tingled her clit. She wouldn’t be able to handle it. She’d pass out.
“Trust us. We’ll keep you safe, no matter what. And we’ll be here when you wake up. Just feel it. Let it take you.”
She nodded, her trust in them absolute, as the next two thrusts took her over. “Oh god. Yes. Now. I’m…”
Gunner reached for Morgan, holding her tight as her voice keened into an ungodly howl, her body spasming in his arms. She scratched at Ham’s chest, spine arching under the strain before her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed, her limp body strangely fragile in his embrace. Ham and Wolfe shouted her name, both jerking through their climaxes before gently pulling free and splaying out on the bed. Their combined breath rasped in the room, the heady scent of multiple releases hanging thick in the air.
Gunner gathered Morgan close, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Dark lashes curled against pale skin, the easy rise and fall of her chest stinging his eyes. He’d never imagined they’d find someone who completed them. Who made them believe in fate, hell, in true love. He closed his eyes, not sure how to deal with the sudden rush of emotion.