Reawakening (20 page)

It was a lot of places. Blake didn’t exactly cover, after all. It was much more like hovering, with one of his arms poled to the left of her. And it gave Jamie lots of room to stroke over things and brush other things that made her jolt and need to open her eyes again.

Part of her had almost forgotten how on edge she was. But him touching her nipples—yeah, that brought her right back. They were so sensitive it almost felt like a kind of soreness, and it made her grateful that Blake hadn’t pressed his whole body against hers.

It would only have precipitated an overload. He had his tongue in her mouth and Jamie had a hand on her boob and
that
was precipitating an overload. Her body wanted to rut up against him and her hands wanted to do something other than float somewhere around his waist, but she found both actions next to impossible.

He tasted like vanilla and she couldn’t think why. But then she remembered the pudding Jamie had tried to make—the one that sort of resembled ice-cream but was really more of a mousse. He’d done it for her, because she’d asked if they had any. She’d told him she had dreams about it.

She wondered why she’d never told them she had dreams about this, too.

“That all you’re gonna do? Kiss her? Gotta tell you, bud. Girls don’t get off that way.”

Probably because the dreams already matched up with reality so perfectly, she wasn’t even sure if she was actually awake. She’d fallen asleep by the fireside, back to back with Kelsey. Something had made a noise—something horrible. And now she was going to wake up for real.

“Okay, okay,” Blake said, as he pulled away. “Just gimme a second. I think I’ve forgotten what you’re supposed to do.”

She wasn’t so sure about that. And especially not when his erection rubbed briefly against someplace sensitive that she couldn’t quite identify, like that neat groove between her thigh and her pussy. Hard to tell, really, when someone else was pulling and tugging at her nipple.

She tried to say to him—
don’t, don’t. Touch something less sensitized.
But really, it felt too good to do anything like that. It was revving her all the way up in the same way everything else he’d done had. Soon, she’d be willing to do just about anything.

Did they want to maybe fuck her at the same time? Yeah, that was cool. No problems.

“Here’s a clue,” Jamie said, and he was half-laughing in just the same way Blake was. Like they did when they teased each other about basketball skills and the like—only now, here, it seemed about five hundred percent more like foreplay. “You have to be a whole lot lower down the bed than you are now.”

Then he put his hands on Blake’s shoulders and pushed at them, until Blake rolled his eyes and told him, “Yeah yeah yeah—okay. I got it, maestro.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah—it’s like this, right?” Blake said, just as his mouth found the upsweep of her left breast. Then the place just beneath it. Then the swell of her stomach, and the dip of her navel.

His stubble grated against each place, overriding the hot wet sense of his mouth. It was like a match, striking against her skin. It was like something too good and too hot and when she squirmed and tried to get away, Jamie did something even hotter than all of the kissing and touching.

He pulled her against him until her head rested back on his shoulder and his arm went beneath her neck, like the kind of thing you did after sex with the guy you’d just fucked. Only she hadn’t just fucked him. She was about to fuck some other guy, instead.

So why didn’t it feel like some sort of jerky possessive thing when he did it? When he pulled her onto him and held her close and let his hand trail through her hair, as though he wanted more than anything to soothe her.

The answer’s right there,
she thought.
Right there in the word soothe.

But then Blake’s mouth was between her legs, and she couldn’t think about words and what they meant. She couldn’t even really think about how hard Jamie’s body felt beneath hers and how good it felt to have someone do something as simple as card a hand through her hair.

Everything wanted to concentrate on Blake’s mouth instead, and how boiling hot it felt even though she was sure her sex had reached some kind of critical heat mass a long time ago. And, of course, there was the fact that he didn’t do it like Jamie. Which should have only been exciting because of the different sensations it provoked, or how it felt when someone lapped instead of licked and so on and so forth.

But it was exciting because it ground into her that this was a different man going down on her. She’d barely slept with one dude on his own prior to the apocalypse. Here she was, getting it from two guys and oh, they were so different.

Blake was less greedy. More deliberate—like he wanted to think about it a little before he went for it. He didn’t rub his tongue all rough against her clit and refuse to let up when she went nuts. He made searing circles around that swollen bud in a way that reminded her of how Jamie had started out.

With teasing, with all of that agonizing teasing.

Though with Blake, it wasn’t intentional—or at least, she didn’t think so. He was just more careful, more restrained, and he didn’t up his game until she could feel herself buckling. Until she had to dig her heels into the mattress and her body made a bunch of little jerking spasms and it felt good, oh so good to get a handful of the bed sheets.

This time, pleasure didn’t pulse through her. It charged. It careened around inside her and crashed against things. She became vaguely aware that she was making some real big, weird sounds but couldn’t do anything about them. Jamie had a hand all tight and almost pulling in her hair, now, and he was telling Blake things, dirty things like
why are you holding back? Eat that sweet pussy. Go on, go on. Make her come on your face.
She just couldn’t do anything about the sounds.

They got louder, too, when he dug his fingers into her thigh, quite suddenly. When she just had to open her eyes and all she could see was his tongue working in the folds of her sex and Jamie’s body stretched out beside her, all long and lean and, God almighty, he had a big cock.

Jesus, when was he going to fuck her with that big cock? Right now? Right fucking now? Because her pussy felt so ready and slick and just waiting for something to fill it up that it was almost a physical pain. An empty ache, desperately pulsing at her core.

“You gonna come, baby?” he said, but she could hardly tell enough to answer him. Every sensation in her body felt jumbled up and tied down, and she just wasn’t sure if anything like an orgasm could break through.

It had been so easy before, when he’d rubbed between her legs, but this wasn’t easy. It was too big and too much and when Blake slid two fingers into her, sudden and rough and like he’d lost just a bit of his control, she found herself arching up off the bed. Biting into her lip until it went bloody.

Pleasure welled up inside her, threatening all kinds of things as it went. It was going to kill her when it finally came, and all the little fake outs and the stuttering bursts of sensation only made that idea more real. She couldn’t take it. She had to tell them to stop before she got lost in bliss and never found her way back out again.

And finally it did come and oh, it was sweet. It burst through her, hot and steady—a good, relief-filled wash of pleasure all the way up from her jumping clit to the roots of her hair. She put her heel hard against something that was not the bed—more than probably Blake’s thigh, instead—and tried to bury herself in Jamie’s body and likely said something really embarrassing and obvious like
you’re making me come, you’re making me come.

Though it wasn’t embarrassing once the whole thing was done. She had to get both of them away from her and hide halfway up the bed, but that wasn’t embarrassment.

It was just everything, it was just nothing, oh God, how on earth was she going to take any more of this? Didn’t they know she didn’t deserve it? She didn’t deserve something like this, with everyone dead and everything awful and even worse, oh even worse.

She kind of suspected that she did. She really did. This was her prize for winning the race. For staying alive—and man, was she ever alive.

Thank God, thank God—she was alive.

Chapter Ten

She could hear them whispering but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was—

“You wake her up.”

“I ain’t waking her!
You
do it. She’ll like it, coming from you and your handsome hair.”

“Will you
shut up
about my hair? I’m getting a complex, man. What if she only likes me for it, huh? What then?”

“At least you have hair.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve got loads of hair. Your hair is fantastic, and you don’t even do anything to it. You just get out of the shower and ffft. It’s like that. Seriously—I wish I had your hair.”

“Really? I was thinking of parting it the other way, you know? Like this?”

“Oh yeah? No, no—that’s good. Not that I think she’s particularly interested in your hair, though.”

“What else do you think she might be interested in?”

“I’m not going to say it out loud, Jamie.”

“No, come on. Now we’re talking about it.”

“We’re not talking about it.”

“I mean, is it my ass? I knew you’d been checking me out!”

“This is not a discussion I want to have while in bed with another naked man.”

“It’s kind of weird when you’re in a threesome and one of you falls asleep.”

“Exactly.”

“Then it’s just two guys talking about their asses.”

“Hey—you brought up asses. I wanted to talk about—”

“I’m awake! I’m awake!” she yelled out. She had to. Any moment he was going to bring up something they were going to be even more mortified about later on, and that would be the second thing she couldn’t have on her conscience. The first being—
holy mother of God, I fell asleep in the middle of a threesome.

She felt pretty sure that there was nothing ruder than that. It had to be the very height of bad manners. They’d given her the Lord and Master of all orgasms and she’d passed out like a drunk at her ex-boyfriend’s wedding.

“Let me just say in defense of my falling asleep—I think you broke me. And also—fighting zombies is
really
tiring. Seriously. I think I pulled a muscle under my armpit.”

“Yeah, yeah, did I tell you? It’s ‘cause you attack them with this thing—” Jamie made a little gun shape with his fingers. He even held the wrist of the gun hand, to make the image totally clear. “—and not, you know, a bottle of car wash.”

Lucky, really, that he was on his belly. That way the whole thing looked extra cute. Though in truth, most of the things he did looked extra cute—even with his ffft hair and his bits that Blake wouldn’t talk about.

“I couldn’t get it out of the holster, okay? I’m used to having it stuffed in my panties.”

He was chewing on something. She wondered what, until Blake rustled the packet of Twizzlers on the bed beside him. Both naked, both obviously still horny as fuck, and they’d found time to go downstairs and get a packet of probably out of date Twizzlers.

“Yeah, well you’ve got us to stuff in your panties now. Next time, practice your quick draw, McGraw.”

Blake said, “Twizzler?”

He looked much more relaxed than usual, but she couldn’t say why.
She
didn’t feel relaxed, and she’d already had one go around. One amazing go around. Her
bones
felt like limp noodles, never mind her muscles.

“Not to be impolite, but don’t either of you want to get off? I thought that was the whole point of this—we all do insanely pleasurable things to each other until we forget it’s the end of the world.”

Jamie cocked an eyebrow at Blake.

“Gotta admit—that does sound awesome.”

“It totally does,” Blake said, only he sounded so desperate and suddenly lust-choked that she had to wonder if the Twizzlers and the casual sprawling and the yarring about hairdos had all been some kind of optical illusion.

“Okay, so—you go first.”

That was Jamie. Of course it was. Always in there with something frank, filthy and slightly off kilter. Hell, it wasn’t just
off
kilter. It was in a different time zone to kilter.

And Blake seemed to know it.

“First? This isn’t bowling.”

He looked appalled. But no less horny for it.

“I don’t think there are many other ways he could have put it,” she said, and that seemed to relax him again.

“Okay, it’s just…you know. Trying to figure out the etiquette for this.”

Jamie snorted and somewhere in the middle of rolling his eyes said, “I’ll get some napkins and a monocle. You kidding me?”

At which point, Blake lost that hint of uptightness that had crawled back over him. He went back to being unable to stop grinning, and that easy way they’d had between them when she’d overhead their conversation.