Emma: Part Two (10 page)

When Jack pulled away and gasped, Emma glanced between his parted knees and saw something she had never expected. Max's big hands pushed against the backs of Jack's thighs. His face was buried down there and his tongue—oh, his tongue! Emma couldn't believe what Max did with his tongue. It circled the hidden pucker there.

Her belly wobbled at the salacious sight. Judging by the animalistic sounds emanating from Jack's throat, he loved the way Max licked him. Considering the way Max attacked Jack, Emma figured he must be enjoying it too. The whole thing surprised her. But she liked having their tongues on her, didn’t she? So why wouldn’t they like the same thing done to them?

Max licked a long finger and inserted it in Jack's backside. Emma's eyes widened when he added a second. He laved Jack's balls, his tongue bathing the supple flesh. He sucked and nibbled on Jack's sac while his fingers probed Jack's ass, stretching him for the invasion of Max's fat cock that Emma was only too certain was about to come.

Jack grabbed Emma by the waist and hauled her on top of him. It was a tight fit with her straddling his hips and Max buried between his thighs but they made it work. Jack devoured her mouth like a hungry man. She wondered what it was like for him to have one lover's mouth against his own and the other lover's mouth tormenting his cock. It probably felt just as good as Max kissing her and Jack licking her clit.

The bed dipped as Max slid off the mattress and walked over to the side table. He opened the lower drawer and pulled out a small white tin marked with black letters. He must have seen her confused face. "It's lubricant for anal sex, Emma. It eases the insertion and makes it pleasurable for us." He grinned and slapped her ass as he climbed back on the bed. "You'll see soon enough."

Emma glanced back at him. "You can't be serious, Max!" Her gaze fell to his monstrous cock. "You are not shoving that thing inside my…
you know
!"

He frowned as he slathered the clear fluid on Jack's rosebud and pumped his fingers in and out of him. "Who said anything about shoving, Emma?"

Jack caressed her breasts and belly. "When Max and I take you there, Emma, we're going to go slowly. We're going to make you come and come and come until you're so wet and ready, your body will accept us easily. You'll see, sweetheart." He pulled her down for a slow, sensual kiss. "It will be wonderful for you."

So far, the men had been right about everything else they had done sexually. Her first time with them had been so pleasurable. She had never expected losing her virginity to feel so good, but they had proven her wrong. Maybe, just maybe, letting them into her ass would be similarly as nice. "Not tonight, okay?"

Jack chuckled and Max soothingly rubbed her back.

"No, baby," Max agreed. "Not tonight."

Seconds later, Jack groaned and moved underneath her. She felt Max against her back and rightly deduced he had just thrust inside Jack's bottom. Emma leaned down and pressed her mouth to Jack's. His hands roamed her back as they kissed. She shifted a little, letting his rock hard cock slide between their bodies. With Max thrusting in and out of Jack, it was impossible for Emma to gain the penetration she wanted. Instead, she settled for having Jack's shaft between her wet labia. She wiggled side to side and made him groan and clutch at her.

Giggling, Emma nipped his neck and then sucked hard, giving him a love bite that would be easily hidden by the high collar of his uniform. Behind her, Max stroked her bottom and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. When his fingers prodded the tight, virgin ring hidden back there, Emma stiffened. "Max…"

"Sh, honey," he cooed and smeared some of the cold lubricant between her cheeks. "I'm just going to help you get used to the feeling of being penetrated. We're not going that far tonight. Just enjoy it, baby."

Swallowing hard, Emma gazed down into Jack's lust-filled eyes. He wore a rapturous look that made her almost envious. What would it be like to have Max's cock buried in her ass? Would she feel the same way as Jack? She could only hope.

When two of Max's fingers breached her bottom, Emma gasped—and then forced her body to relax. She lowered her lips to Jack's and let him kiss her silly. The slightly odd sensation of invasion left her tingling. There was some discomfort to the stretching and widening but not nearly as much as she had expected. It started to feel really good, especially with Jack's tongue stabbing between her lips as Max's fingers twisted inside her.

Beneath her, Jack lifted his hips, seemingly desperate for more stimulation along the length of his shaft. Precum dribbled onto her lower belly and dripped onto her sex. She grazed her teeth over his chin before letting her lips slide to his chest. She flicked her tongue over one nipple and then the other, eliciting a low, easy groan from his chest.

In the next instant, Max lifted her off Jack and tossed her onto her back. Jack rolled over her, capturing her hands in his and holding them high over her head. His raging hard-on lined up perfectly with her sopping wet core and pressed home. She moaned under him, her stiff nipples rasped by the light hair dappling his chest.

Emma's eyes widened as Max moved behind Jack and put a hand between his shoulders. Jack stilled inside her and growled with pleasure as Max penetrated him again. She had never imagined this kind of double coupling was even possible. When Jack thrust forward into her, Max followed his movement. Trapped beneath the pair of fucking men, Emma held tight to Jack and enjoyed the wild ride. Jack's lips danced across her cheek and neck. He whispered the filthiest things in her ear, words that made her pussy clench and tummy wobble. He ground his pelvis against her clit, stimulating her in just the right way.

"Jack," she whispered desperately and clung to his shoulders. "Make me come, Jack. Make me come."

Her begging tone sparked a primitive side of him. Their gazes held fast as Jack fucked her like no other man could, taking her high and higher until finally she threw back her head and fell into the pleasurable abyss. She screamed his name and scratched at his arms as the bliss of her orgasm rocked her body and left her seeing stars.

Mere seconds later, Jack thrust deep and spilled his cum, the warmth filling and soothing her. Max grasped both of Jack's shoulders and went crazy behind him, his cock pounding Jack over and over again until both men were panting and groaning. Emma watched Max's face contort in that way she had come to recognize before he went still as stone for a second or two, then rocked jerkily.

Satiated and exhausted, the men fell off to her right. The bed bounced as they slumped down hard, their muscles so relaxed they had lost most of their usual finesse. Emma smiled as Jack gathered her to his chest and Max slid up against Jack's back and draped his long arm across them both.

Snuggled in tight, Emma’s eyelids drifted together. She had just started to dream of Max, Jack, bluebonnet fields and sunshine when the most outrageously loud alarm she had ever heard ripped her right out of that peaceful slumber. Gasping for air and clutching her chest, she bolted upright to find Max and Jack already on their feet. The light had been left on after they had all succumbed to exhaustion from lovemaking so she could see their grim faces and they worried her.

Holding the sheet to her naked breasts, she asked, “What’s happening?”

“There’s been an attack outside the base,” Max answered as Jack darted into the bathroom. Seconds later, she heard running water. “A bomb was detonated in Purgatory. It’s been overrun with zombies.”

“Oh no!” She thought of all those soldiers lined up at the gate earlier. Knowing they were leaving the base to pay for sex with women who had been coerced or tricked or sold, she hadn’t been very kind in her thoughts toward them. Guilt soured her belly. How many of them were dead or maimed or suffering? What about the women who worked and lived there?

Wondering how Max had this information, she asked, “How do you know?”

Max tapped his temple. “I’m getting reports right now.”

“Oh.” Feeling so plain and human, she pulled her knees toward her chest and watched Max rush into the bathroom. In a shockingly short time, the men were showered and dressed in their uniforms. It was impossible to ignore the eerie similarities with the first night she had shared with her two cyborgs. “Maybe we should stop having sex. Every time we do, this happens.”

Max actually laughed, the deep, rich rumble bringing a smile to Emma’s face. “Honey, welcome to Outpost Nine. There’s still a war raging out there, and we’re on the front lines.”

Her smile faded. “I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I.” Max dropped down onto the mattress and jammed his feet into his boots. “Baby, we have to go. You’ll be safe here in the house. We’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“If you need anything, there is a communication unit in the kitchen.” Jack grasped her hand and threaded their fingers together. “There is a laminated sheet on the counter next to it with all of the numbers and extensions you might need. It’s part of the new spouse kit I picked up yesterday.”

“If you call for help of any kind, they’ll send a female officer,” Max assured her.

Not wanting them to worry about her when they were about to run off to join a raging battle, she reached for Max’s hand. Holding tight to her men, she smiled encouragingly at them. “I’m a big girl. I’ll make do. Don’t worry about me.”

“Impossible,” Max stated before leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss. He tasted of toothpaste and smelled of soap.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can.” Jack sealed his promise with a minty kiss. “Stay inside the house. Follow any instructions you’re given, especially if an evacuation order comes down. All right?”

She swallowed nervously. “Is that likely?”

“No.” Max kissed her forehead. “But it’s always best to be prepared.”

Jack pressed his lips to hers again before rising to his full height. Seemingly reluctant, Max did the same. She started to get out of bed to walk them to the front door but Max shook his head.

“Stay,” he ordered and bent down to tuck her back into the still warm bed. His big, strong hand lingered on her shoulder before he exhaled roughly and marched out of the bedroom. Jack followed fast on his heels but paused in the doorway to smile at her.

Too soon, the men disappeared from view. She heard their vehicle roar to life and tear down the street. The siren wailed for a long time until finally it wound down to nothing. The silence she wanted didn’t come. It was replaced by the roof-shaking
thwap
of helicopter blades as the massive aircrafts flew over the house.

Alone in the house, Emma curled onto her side and hugged the closest pillow. When that didn’t calm her raw nerves, she grabbed another pillow and tucked it against her back. Eyes closed, she could almost believe she was safe between Max and Jack.

But sleep didn’t come.

Unable to stay in bed a moment longer, she found Jack’s hastily tossed aside undershirt in the bathroom and Max’s uniform shirt close to it. She slipped into both and reveled in the scent of her men. Downstairs, she found some crackers, cheese and dried apricots in the cabinets and hopped up onto the counter to eat.

Her gaze landed on the box of radio parts Max and Jack had scavenged for her. There were still hours until sunrise. She had no idea when the two men would return. It might be days for all she knew.

Work is good. Work makes me happy.

She finished her simple meal, cleaned up her crumbs and hefted up the shockingly heavy box. She carried her radio parts into the living area of the house—
my new home
—and placed it on a low, rectangular coffee table. Seated on the floor, she began to sort out the contents. The busy work calmed her mind and gave her a purpose.

What were the other wives doing right now? Were they so used to this that they were able to go back to sleep? Were they awake tackling mundane tasks and trying to ignore the gut-gnawing anxiety that threatened to eat them right up?

How many cyborgs were rushing out into the night? How many wives and children were left behind to worry and wait? How many soldiers wouldn’t come back?

“Stop.” Emma spoke the word firmly. “Stop it. This is your new life. You have to learn to deal with the bad stuff that comes with all the good.”

Years of living alone had allowed her to build emotional walls that protected her from caring too much. She loved her friends but they weren’t a part of her daily life. She didn’t eat meals with them or sleep with them or dream of a happy, bright future with them. For the first time in a long, long time, Emma truly feared losing someone. She feared the empty hole of grief and sadness that would be left behind if something happened to Max or Jack.

“Nothing is going to happen. They’re skilled soldiers.” She said the words aloud as if to reassure herself. “They’re strong and brave. They’re coming home to me.”

Until they came home, Emma vowed to stay busy. That tight knot forming in her lower belly warned that she might be more entangled in this new shift in the war than anyone else suspected. Those zombies who had overrun her home hadn’t come there simply because they wanted a piece of two cyborg soldiers. No, it was more than that. It had to be.

During her time in quarantine, Emma had gone over and over the events of that night. She had tried to make sense of it. Alone with all that time to think, she had started to piece together memories of reports that had come across the Chain. Reports of coordinated attacks and lost livestock and downed fences had been sporadic over the last few months, but when she arranged them on a mental map, the pattern was clear.

Those were trial runs for the assault on her home. Whoever controlled that horde of zombies had put a bullseye on her house. But why?

They wanted to kill you. They wanted you dead.

The thought struck her cold. She had always made a point of keeping to herself and keeping out of the politics in the Outlands. She tried to be diplomatic and friendly and had never had a cross word with anyone.

What made me a target? What did they want?

The land.

It had to be the land.