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Authors: Alexis Martin

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He sobbed quietly, and Skye held him close to her heart, stroking his mop of hair soothingly. “You did what had to be done to survive. Your uncle was no longer the same person. Do not ever question that act. Will had to kill his own wife when she became infected. Granted, it was his ex-wife and he despised her with a passion, but I imagine it was still a difficult thing to do. I am confident that we will find others out there that are not infected. Just hang in there.”

“Thanks,” he said meekly. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

How could she refuse him? He seemed so vulnerable and innocent right now. “Sure,” she granted.

After only a few minutes Cody was lightly snoring on her shoulder and a hand moved up to cup her right breast over the thin material of her shirt. She gently removed it, but the stubborn hand went back into place immediately. “Fine,” she sighed. “Whatever.” She left it and closed her eyes to get some much needed sleep.

Chapter 2

At the crack of dawn William Archer gazed down at Skye. Cody was spooned in behind her with a tight hold around her lean waist. He would bet any amount of money the kid had some morning wood going on about now. They were both sleeping comfortably. He would have to change that. Taking a metal bar and one of the pots they had collected, he gave it a whack next to their ears. Both jumped in a startled reaction as if their hair was fire.

“Asshole,” Skye fumed while fixing her shirt.

Cody adjusted his crotch and went to the backpack for breakfast.

“We got a long day ahead of us,” Will pointed out. He believed Skye was even more beautiful when she was angry. Her plump lips had puckered just so, and her bright-green eyes narrowed. He watched her slide on her knee-high riding boots and stood to stretch. God, she was built like a porn star with a set of firm breasts, a slim waist, and shapely dancer’s legs that wouldn’t stop.

Every day proved harder than the last to contain himself around her. And much more often than he’d like, he found himself with a rigid cock straining in his tactical pants at the sight of her.

She bent over in those skintight shorts to collect her shoulder harness and flipped her tightly braided, jet-black hair to one side. He imagined himself holding onto it as they made love. Already he was feeling the throb of his shaft pulsate to life. Regrettably he never had the time to tell her how he felt.

When he summoned the courage to act on his feelings, two zombies spoiled the moment. He had his mind set to kiss her when the sons of bitches crashed through the window. Then a few days later they ran into Vander and after that, Cody. Now she made a promise that she was going to give herself to Cody, and it ignited a fire within him. It was not anger or jealousy, but a longing that promise fueled, and Will wanted to kick himself in the ass for not acting on his urges sooner.

“We should find a pawn shop or mega store,” Vander said while taking a long look at Skye’s perfect ass. “I could use some shotgun shells.”

“We’ve been to all the pawn shops and gun stores for miles, and they are all tapped out,” Will argued. “I did see an abandoned army reserve depot about two klicks to the north.”

“What is a klick?” Skye asked.

“About a mile. Let’s roll.”

The sun was already scorching on the roof, and it was a relief to make it into the shade of the stairwell. Will was leading the team as he always had with Vander protecting their rear flank. Each corner of the warehouse was taken with care due to the fact that the infected loved to lurk in the shadows.

Once they filed out into the sunshine, Will was all too aware of the eerie silence. There were no honking horns, no booming stereos, no idle chatting, and no one walking the usually busy streets. There was an emptiness here that made the skin crawl and the heart beat faster. The only sound heard was the occasional gust of wind that whistled through the holes of broken windows or tall weeds brushing against brick.

Fanning out along the main street, they took the first mile slow and without any hiccups. The army depot was less than a mile away when they saw two infected limping awkwardly toward their position. The clothes were rags dangling from their pasty-white flesh that was riddled with thick, dark veins. Their eyes were soulless and glared red, deep set into the bald heads. Two more appeared on the right from behind an old trash Dumpster. Skye and Cody turned to engage them.

Will unslung his rifle, took three breaths, and went to one knee. He smoothly pulled the trigger twice, and the shots echoed along the tall buildings.

Skye held two 9mm handguns as the monsters, smelling fresh blood and brains, gained speed. Sometimes the zombies were deceptively fast, yet Cody and Skye handled them professionally. All Vander could do was cheer since his sawed-off shotgun was empty. They all needed ammunition and bad. A few more of these encounters and they would be reduced to clubs and knives. That would be the worst possible scenario since a single bite turned a man into a mindless, undead zombie in less than seventy-two hours.

“Pick up the pace,” he called out.

They jogged the last quarter mile to a long row of fencing. The gate was sealed tight, and Will was the first to climb over the top. Cody was next then Skye. She slipped once, but Vander was there to palm her ass and give her a shove over the top.

The reserve compound was larger than anticipated, and Will thought in silence for a minute. “We should split up into pairs or it will take two days to find the necessities.”

Skye nodded her head in agreement. “How are we going to do this?”

“I can go with Vander,” Cody offered. “He is empty, and I have sixteen rounds left.”

“Sounds reasonable to me,” Will agreed. “Skye, you’re with me.”

The sweat was pouring from her body, causing the thin material of her sleeveless shirt to stick to her flesh and become almost transparent. The outline of perky nipples on top of her full chest was visible. This was going to be a difficult task to be alone with Skye for any amount of time. “Set your watches, and be back here in precisely two hours,” he instructed.

Will and Skye took the north section while Cody and Vander trotted off to the east. Will, leading, went through the first double doors that opened into a carport area. To their surprise there was a fully intact camouflage Jeep at the center.

“Keys and gas would be nice,” Skye commented.

“I am sure Vander could hot-wire it.” Will popped the hood and checked the condition of the engine. Everything seemed in good order.

Skye leaned in next to him and used the lower half of her shirt to clear the sweat from her brow, inadvertently exposing her flat, wet belly. “I am so fucking hot.” Skye sighed.

“Yes you are,” Will agreed under his breath.

“What did you say?” she queried as Will shut the hood.

He trapped her against the hood and rotated his hips across her stomach. “I am tired of trying to hide my feelings for you. I have wanted you from the first day we met.”

His erection hurt as it burrowed against Skye’s pelvis. She had to be aware that it was stabbing at her pubic mound. Skye looked up at him, speechless, and pressed her crotch against the firmness, probably confirming his arousal.

He went in to steal his first kiss, brushing his lips across her lower lip, then chanced a swipe with his tongue. He coaxed her mouth apart, and she responded against his tongue. The kiss, at first, was calm and gentle, and she tasted of a desert rose—dusty and sweet. Her hands went up to palm his cheeks as the kiss became fierce and needy. He cupped her butt cheeks and spread her ass as he forced her body against him. She moaned against his tongue as the kiss blissfully lingered.

He loosened the buckle of her belt, and the harness fell from her shoulders. He lifted her to the hood of the Jeep and slid the tight shorts from her waist. She lifted her hips to assist, and he yanked them past her boots. Skye squirmed out of her sweaty top, and she was completely naked except for the knee-high boots.

“Your turn,” she said, reaching for his belt. The second his cock was exposed, it sprang up like a diving board.

She was, without a doubt, the most amazing woman he had ever seen, and he couldn’t wait to taste her. His mouth instinctively shot down between her open thighs, but she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to meet her lips. “We don’t have time for that,” she said in a lusty voice. “I am already wet, and right now I just need your dick.” She gripped the base of his cock and angled it toward her cunt.

The head of his cock was at her entrance, and she threw her legs around him. He thrust into the slick heat, separating her precious folds, and sank into her womb, root deep.

“Holy Christ,” she yelped, cinching her strong thighs around his ribs. “Hard and fast.” She tossed her lean hips into the movement of his cock.

God this woman was incredible, and she was much stronger than she appeared, her legs felt like pythons constricting his torso. She torqued his neck and claimed his lips as he stroked her fully. It was rough and needy, the salt fresh on her lips. “Fuck yes. Fuck yeah, baby. I’m close,” he groaned.

Every deep arch into her velvety walls pulled a husky moan from Skye’s throat. He thrust into her again and again, driving himself fully into her hot cunt that seemed to suck him into her core. Fisting her long, dark, braided hair, he craned her head back, causing her body to bow as he impaled her without mercy. This elicited a loud curse and deep moans from her. He felt the pinch of her inner muscles massaging his shaft, encasing him in liquid lava. Her inner contractions kneaded him into a powerful orgasm that shook Skye’s undulating hips. Skye released a long breath as her pelvis slowly rolled against him, drawing out every last bit of semen from his balls.

“That was incredible,” Will uttered in choppy breaths.

He released the hold of her hair, and she palmed his sweaty chest, both of them basking in the glow of a riveting orgasm. “God, I needed that,” she said with a large smile.

“You and me both, baby,” he agreed. “I was stupid to have waited for so long.”

She pressed a finger over his lips. “Yeah, you were pretty stupid.”

They had a good chuckle together until a rustling sound in the corner of the depot grabbed their attention. Will pulled from the sanctity of her warmth without warning and snatched his rifle. She sprang from the hood of the Jeep and palmed her twin pistols. It was an undead dressed in a uniform. A sad sight to see, but Will fired and put the thing out of its misery.

All too quickly their moment of heaven had ended, and they were thrust back into the real world. They hurriedly dressed, and Skye suddenly stopped. “Dang,” she blurted out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Feels like a river flowing out of me. I’ll be leaking all day.”

“Sorry, it’s been a while, and I gave you all that I had.” He lightly pecked her cheek and watched her finish dressing.

She covered the doors and back entrance as Will eventually found a way to get that Jeep running. They loaded it with anything that could prove useful, especially two cases of shotgun ammo that were already conveniently packed in the Jeep. There were three gas canisters that were empty but could prove useful down the road. Not much, but at least the next city would not have to be made by foot.

They hopped in the Jeep and tore out of the garage to wait for Cody and Vander near the main gate. About an hour passed, and Will could see that Skye was getting nervous, worried for them.

“Vander is very capable, Skye. He won’t allow anything to happen to Cody.”

“They should be back by now.”

“Patience. In many places it is considered a virtue.”

“Not in this instance,” she voiced with a scowl. “They are the closest thing to a family, Will. I am going in.”

“The hell you are.” He grabbed her shoulders and held her tightly. “Give it a few more minutes.”

“In about two seconds I am going to get really, really pissed.”

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