Fight (NOLA Zombie Book 2) (14 page)

I took the washcloth out of his hand and cleaned my own legs and feet, my body pressing forward so my ass was aligned with his hard cock, which was now very much a presence at my lower back. I squirmed and he moaned his hands reaching around to cup my tits. He squeezed them, pinching at the nipples and I felt the electric tinge of excitement roll through me straight to my core.

His hands moved away from my breasts and he pushed me forward. I braced my hands on the other side of the tub, my ass out of the water and exposed to him. He took the washcloth from my hand and began to clean me, my inner thighs to my lower back. Then he began to clean around my pussy, my lips, my ass–he thoroughly cleaned it all until I was panting in need.
 

Then I felt him slowly trail his fingers over my wet folds and push at my entrance, slipping one finger inside of me, causing me to moan and push back on his hand.
 

When he shifted in the tub and I felt his tongue lap at me, I nearly jumped out of the tub the feeling was so intense. He held me still though, both hands on my hips as he pushed his face into my core, lapping at the wetness that was pooling from me. He thrust his tongue into me and reached under me to stimulate my clit. I began to buck against his face. I wanted more of him, I wanted it harder.
 

He obliged, rubbing me harder, his thrusts increasing until my whole body went rigid as the intensity of my pleasure shot through me tenfold. The orgasm ripped through me and I screamed as it overtook me. Zach continued to fuck me with his tongue, not relenting as wave after wave poured through my body.
 

He shifted again, getting on his knees behind me and he entered me quickly, pushing his full length into me. It felt amazing.
 

“Damn,” I cried out. He began thrusting into me slowly, pulling out all the way and then pushing back into me fully. His pace was steady and erotic, his arm still reaching around me, his fingers pulling at my clit, rubbing and circling. His other arm snaked around me and pulled me against him, his arm a vice around me holding me tight as his thrusts increased.
 

We only kept up that pace for a short while until his body slipped and I was falling back on top of him, bracing myself on the side of the tub and riding him in a reverse cowgirl, the water splashing around us.

“Fuck, Lex, you’re gonna kill me,” he moaned as my pace increased and I slammed my body on top of him over and over again. The tingling of my impending orgasm hit me quickly and my mindless pace increased to force out the pleasure that I wanted to overtake me. The increased pace had Zach holding on to my hips and just laying back as I rode him, his grunts of pleasure told me I was doing things right.
 

When it finally took me over, the sensation of exploding, of breaking apart, Zach was shouting his own release. I felt the heat of him explode inside of me as my sex milked him, my body shivering as the feeling was almost too much to stand. I slid off of him when I was done sinking back into the water. I was pressed against his chest, my body overly sensitive as he brushed a hand over my erect nipple. I moaned and jerked in reaction.
 

“That was amazing,” he whispered in my ear, licking around the lobe, causing me to jerk again, over-sensitized to any stimulation.
 

“God, yes,” I moaned, unable to move, but the chilled water was already uncomfortable. My skin was tight, pruned from the water. It was time to get out, but I didn’t think my legs could hold me.

“C’mon, angel, let’s go to bed.” He pushed me up and I begrudgingly got to my feet, happy that I could actually stand. I stepped out of the tub and he threw me a towel.
 

“I love our new solar powered water heater,” I sighed. “It’s da bomb.”

“Did you just say ‘da bomb’?” he asked and turned to face me, a huge grin on his face. “A little before your time?”

“It’s vintage,” I laughed and then squealed as my legs went out from under me. He had picked me up like a baby and began striding out of the master bath toward the bed.
 

“I’m going to show you what is da bomb,” he said as he threw me unceremoniously on the bed.
 

“You wish. You’re not that good,” I laughed and tried to squirm away as his big body crashed into mine.
 

“You’re really going to regret that statement.”
 
He pulled me toward him and with his big hands he spread my legs, pulling his body up and over mine, entering me with one smooth, almost choreographed, move.
 
“Who’s not that good?” he asked as I moaned in contentment.
 

“I have no idea,” I sighed.

TWENTY

Bullshit and Bitches

A few days after the Houston additions arrived, we were back to our same old routines. I had asked Baby to try and help make their incorporation into the group a cohesive thing and from what I could tell she was the perfect person for the job. Kicking ass and taking names.
 

 
“Blake’s got the swing of things like he never left. The guys he brought with him, Liam, Bret, Ray and Orlando, they seem to be good additions. Liam and Bret were some kind of landscape architects or something. All I know is they know about plants. Hopefully, they’ll be able to get our garden up and running. Ray, from what I can tell, was just some type of office worker, but seems to know a bit about engines so we are going to set him up with Jimmy. Orlando said he worked in fast food, so we sent him over to Bubba. None of them can shoot worth a damn, but they’ve pulled their weight on Z duty,” Baby filled me in as we walked the fence line, checking for any breeches or areas that weren’t holding up. The ground was wet and unsteady; the fence posts could sink in and make the fence fall in so we had to inspect it regularly.
 

“What about the women?” I asked.
 

“Madison seems eager, but she’s rather worthless. I think she was a CPA or something boring. Clara was in marketing and Patricia a concierge. None of them know shit about shit and they have been sitting back and letting the boys do the dirty work. On top of that, Clara is claiming some kind of injury that prevents her from any kind of hard work.”

“What type of injury?” Maybe she had been hurt in the chaos of the return trip.
 

“Isaiah won’t say, said she had confided in him and it was personal.”
 

“Bullshit, if she’s trying to get out of work, it’s not personal.”

“Bitch is crazy if you ask me, oh, wait,” Baby looked over at me and made a face, “She’s lazy, not crazy.”

“We’ll see. I’m gonna ask Isaiah what the fuck is up, because at this compound there ain’t any doctor/patient privilege.”

“That’s why I like your ass, no bullshit from you, bitch.”
 

“There isn’t any room for bullshit on S-Island,” I sighed. I wasn’t trying to be tough, I just knew there wasn’t room for slackers at this compound. Everyone needed to do their part. Even Lani, who I thought would be a lightweight, was training hard with me and Baby. She had gained weight and was a pretty good shot. She was actually growing on me.

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I strode into the infirmary with a take-no-shit attitude. Isaiah was alone and he looked up from whatever he was doing at the little desk near the window as I approached.

“So, what’s up with Clara and her claiming injury and not able to do any hard labor?” I got straight to the point.

“She said she had some preexisting condition–it’s a personal matter.”
 

“If she’s trying to get out of work, there are no personal matters. This isn’t Pre-Z, Smith, spit it out. What’s wrong with her? Did you examine her?”

“No, she said,” he looked at me pained, “she had a miscarriage on the journey back and her back hurts and she’s having anxiety issues.”
 

“A miscarriage,” I repeated, the implications sinking in. “Would a miscarriage cause back issues? I could give two shits about anxiety, we all need a regular dose of Prozac.”
 

“Not that I’m aware of. I know it can cause an infection if there are remnants of the placenta left,
 
but that would cause a lot more issues than back pain,” Isaiah said.

 
“So, you haven’t examined her and are just going from her word? She has symptoms which aren’t normal for what she is claiming? And you think that’s okay?”

“Basically. But, no I don’t think that’s okay.” He shrugged.

“If she wants to get off of regular duties she needs to get an examination by you, no excuses. Full on, get your OB/GYN on. You would want to know if she has an infection, right? No meds or light duty notes without an exam, no exceptions, got that, Doc?”

“Yeah, Alexis, I got that.”
 

“Good.” I pushed through the door with one final parting shot, “This isn’t negotiable, Smith.”
 
I heard him grunt in response. He knew I was right, he was just a pushover. If left to his own devices, he would be handing out our pharms left and right. Zach and I had to constantly remind him about triage medicine. It wasn’t fun and it hadn’t been put to the test quite yet, but in a pinch we would have to implement it.

Damn, a miscarriage.
Did that mean they fucked when he rescued her and she got pregnant or was she pregnant when he went to save her? That would mean she miscarried late in her pregnancy, that could cause some major damage.
 
And it would also account for Blake having to go save her, if he thought she was pregnant.
 
If she was carrying his child, what wouldn’t a man do for that?
 

Things started crashing together in my head and I didn’t like where everything was falling into place when the dust settled.

TWENTY-ONE

Little Blue Pills

The next day was a rainy morning and Zach and I decided to spend it screwing our brains out and avoiding all the drama that was going down at the barracks.
What better way to spend a day?
We weren’t scheduled for guard duty until that evening and there was nothing we could do in the rain that couldn’t be put off until tomorrow. There was no better way to work through a few demons.

I had Zach on his back on the big chaise that attached to the sectional sofa in the great room and was riding him like there was a devil inside me. I wanted to get off, I wanted to get off
really
bad. When I came, I let him know just how much I enjoyed it with a loud shout of release.

“God, you are so fucking hot. Now it’s my turn.” He pushed me off of him and stood, urging me onto my knees, pressing my head down so my ass was raised on display for him.
 

A heavy handed slap took me by surprise and I yelped. The second one had me moaning, especially when he massaged it out right after.
 

“You’re so bad, angel, my bad little angel who loves to fuck. You want my dick, angel?”

“Yes!” I all but screamed it. He slapped my ass again and wetness dripped down my leg. I was that turned on.
 

“How bad do you want my dick?”

“So bad,” I moaned. “Inside, please, I need it.”
 

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He entered me hard and fast, grabbing my hips and yanking me back onto him. His thrusts were so deep I could feel them hit my inside wall.
 

He reached under me and began stimulating my clit, but the position was awkward, so I pushed his hand away and took over.

“Oh yeah, angel, touch yourself, make yourself come, because I’m coming soon.” His thrusts got even more erratic and the pressure was building in me. As he thrust one last time hard, I fell over the edge and shuddered as the orgasm ripped through my body.
 

After he came, we both fell onto the sofa and just lay there sated. We might have dosed off for a while. I came to when the rain slackened and the violet sky of sunset filtered through our back windows. I realized, even with all the drama that was going on I was content.

I also realized that I loved Zach, I loved being with Zach. There was a hole in my heart because of Blake, but for right now, Zach made up for that or at least I wanted him to. If I was being honest with myself, a part of me still wanted Blake. The greedy part of me wanted both of them,especially now that I had my suspicions on why Blake had left. But right now, I was content with Zach and that was enough.

My mind drifted back to one of our first nights on S-Island. Blake and I in the office, his beautiful cock buried inside of me and Zach watching, masturbating. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. Not because I got off on people watching me fuck, I did like that, but it was more the fact that it was Zach, Blake and me. If Zach would have come to us, if he would have crossed that distance, touched me, would Blake have been cool with it? I would have been in heaven.
 
From the moment I laid eyes on Zach, I had wanted him. I knew if I was with Blake, it was impossible. But was it?

hey had been roommates. Blake liked it when Zach watched him fuck women. He admitted to me that they had done it in the past and he enjoyed it when we did it together. What was a little more? Would he like watching me fuck Zach or would his ego get in the way?

I shook my head to dispel those crazy thoughts.
Never going to happen.
The two of them were in a pissing match at the moment. The last week had been a strain on everyone, mostly me.
 

I got up trying not to disturb Zach, who was still snoring lightly on the sofa, and made my way to the bathroom. I had almost forgotten something important.
 

Taking out the little pack of pills, I took one of the blue ones, frowning because I only had a line of the pink ones left. Then I was out, out for good.

I hadn’t been able to find anymore pills at the last drug store we went to and I
 
stupidly or idiotically didn’t tell Romeo to look for more.
 
I would have to make a specific request for the next supply run, which was happening tomorrow. I couldn’t run out of birth control. An unwanted pregnancy wasn’t an option in this world. Grace had one scare and it was weighing on the minds of all the women that were currently engaged in sexual exploits on the compound. And if Clara’s story was to be believed, she didn’t even carry to term. Were babies even possible? What if they carried the virus and were born zombies? Little zombie fetuses were now going to haunt my nightmares. What would any of us do if we got pregnant? Another complication, this world had too many complications.