Page 29 of Deceptively Dead

Thankfully he gets the hint and draws himself out only halfway, before pumping back in slowly.

His thick dick hits every one of the sweet spots inside me and I nearly see stars as he picks up his rhythm.

“Fuck Hunter, yes.” I breathe into his ear, then louder, “Harder.” I demand.

Hunter grunts in response and pulls nearly all the way out, slamming back in to the hilt in the next moment. I scream. I can’t help it; it feels so fuckinggood.Hunter cups the back of my head and brings my mouth to his shoulder, where I promptly bite down as he slams into me again and again, to muffle my next cries. He picks up his speed, driving me towards the edge again.

Hunter leaves me strung tight, floating just above the cliff face of an orgasm that is certain to be earth shattering for me. I’ve never felt this good before. Not even before the apocalypse and especially not after. I cling tightly to him and inhale his intoxicating scent as he continues to build me up, lost to the sensation.

“Fuck, come for me love, come on my cock.” Hunter orders as he pushes my head harder against his shoulder, using his grip to keep me in place for his punishing rhythm. My body, as always, is a slave to these men and I go hurtling into my next orgasm with a shattered scream. As my body tightens aroundhim Hunter lets out a low curse, managing a few more heavy thrusts before exploding inside me with a strangled shout.

We collapse back onto the bed together, Hunter carefully avoiding my injured leg and making sure he falls to the side of me, so his weight won’t pin me down.Always thinking of me, even when he’s clearly spent.

We lay in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, trying to calm our breathing. He rolls onto his back, curling one arm underneath me and bringing me with him, so I end up sprawled across his hard chest with my head tucked securely into the crook of his shoulder.

As I snuggle into Hunter’s side, his big arms wrapped tightly around me, there’s not even a trace of the anxiety I felt in these last few days. There’s nothing but contentment and a strange warmth fluttering around my heart. The warmth spreads through me and drags my eyelids down, sleep already trying to pull me under.

“I guess I am a little tired.” I murmur into Hunter’s chest, too tired to bother lifting my head. I know I should go shower or clean up, but even the thought is too much effort.

Hunter kisses the top of my head as he pulls me closer, the plastic tarp covering the bed crinkling underneath him.

“So sleep, love. I’ve got you safe.”

I drift into a dreamless sleep listening to the steady thump of his heart.

Chapter Thirty

Iwake in the morning to a steaming hot pile of pancakes sitting next to the bed and an empty room. I stretch languorously, a goofy smile plastered across my face, and reach immediately for the breakfast treats.I feel… incredible. Achingly, gloriously, startlinglyhappy.And there is not a single thing this day could throw at me to make me feel differently,I think. Then immediately I touch the nearest wooden surface, because bad luck follows me like a plague.

A tickling sensation crawls up my neck as I take my first bite of pancake and I roll my eyes to the ceiling.

“Really, Hunter? Still with the stalking?” I ask around my mouthful of fluffy goodness, not bothering to look around for him, though the goofy smile stays firmly in place.

Hunter steps out from wherever he was lurking and into my field of vision. He leans his shoulder against the wall and continues to watch me devour my pancakes with a little smirk.

“I like watching you, sweetheart. It’s my favorite hobby.” He finally replies, not bothering to hide the desire in his eyes or the suggestion in his voice.

“It’s your only fucking hobby you loser.” Chase rumbles as he walks into the room, shooting Hunter a dirty look as he passes. He strides right up to me and seals his lips to mine, forcing me to quickly swallow the second bite of pancake I had just shoved in my mouth.

Hunter makes a low sound from across the floor and Chase returns by doubling down on his kiss. I can’t help but kiss him back. When he finally pulls away, he throws a smug grin in Hunter’s direction and I see Hunter straighten off the wall with a look of possession on his face.

“Um, you guys?” I say meekly, brain still whirling from Chase’s kiss, “now might be a good time to remind you both that it was YOUR IDEA to share me. Remember?” They both turn their attention back to me and I hold up my hands in surrender.I’m willing to let them fight it out if it means I get to finish my pancakes. I was just trying to do my civil duty.

“She has a point.” Nate singsongs as he hustles through the door, carrying a bulging medical kit and my old pack. He tosses me my bag filled with clothes and… that’s the moment I realise I’m still completely naked.

With a squeal I somehow manage to throw myself off the other side of the bed, taking my pancakes and bag with me as I crash into the floor.

Manly laughter follows my howl of rage as I stare forlornly at my pancakes now smooshed into the carpeted floor.Giant dicks and orgasms be damned, I’m going to cut these assholes.

I try valiantly to reclaim some dignity, popping up from the ground, only to put pressure on my stitched-up leg and let out a little yelp of pain. That shuts them up,probably more effectivelythan anything else I could have done,and they all come rushing to my side, Chase leaping directly over the bed to reach me first.

He scoops me into his arms and swings me around to Nate, who immediately begins to check my sutures. Hunter hovers over his shoulder, meticulously checking Nate’s work. I roll my eyes. Again.

“Guys.” I start impatiently. Then again, a little louder as they ignore me, “Guys!” I wiggle myself out of Chase’s grasp to stand, somewhat, on my own two feet, using a hand on his arm to keep myself steady and planting the other securely on my naked hip. I shoot a chastising glare at Hunter and Nate and receive nothing but an unrepentant shrug from Nate in return. I turn my scowl on Chase and this time get a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, Angel.” He soothes. “Sometimes we just can’t help ourselves. We really do know you are a strong, independent woman.” He says earnestly, before unceremoniously hauling me over his shoulder and carrying me to the bathroom.

“Hey!” I thump him on the back, even as my goofy smile returns in full force. “What about being a strong, independent woman! I can use the freaking bathroom on my own dammit!”

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