Page 30 of Deceptively Dead

“Sure, you can.” He easily agrees before bringing his hand down lightly on one of my bare butt cheeks. “But it sure will be a lot more fun with me there.” He caresses his hand across said butt cheek and I feel my thighs clench in response.

“Nope.” Nate calls to us from where he has started checking through his medical bag, “Y’all seem to be forgetting we gotta go.” I look up at him from my position dangling over Chase’s shoulder and see he’s giving Hunter an exasperated look. Hunter, for his part, is busy staring heatedly at Chase and his hand on my butt. I promptly start wiggling my ass under Chase’s hand, making him grip me tighter. As I do, I watch Hunter and see his eyes go dark with lust.Yeah, dude definitely likesto watch.I think giddily, all the things we could do running through my mind.

“Oh. My. Fuck. You guys!” Nate shouts, making us all jump. “I can’t believe I have to be the one to point this out, again, but we gotta GO!” he runs a hand through his scruffy hair and continues “There’s people coming after our girl, remember, idiots?” he looks to both Hunter and Chase who nod curtly, Chase having gone stiff under my body. “Right, soafterwe get her safe, then we can show her how much fun we can have.” He says the last part while looking directly at me, the hunger in his eyes plain to see.

I let out a dramatic sigh as Chase puts me gently on my feet. I turn to look at Nate with a baleful glare.

“So bossy.” I mutter petulantly, turning slowly back to head into the bathroom. Nate catches me before I’ve even taken two steps, winding his arm around my waist and hauling me back into his toned body. He lowers his lips to my ear and whispers “Trouble, you have no idea howbossyI can be.” He nips my earlobe, and I jump in his arms, my heart racing. “But you’ll have to wait to find out. Besides, I don’t think you’re ready for me just yet.” He barely breathes the last part and I have to strain to hear him, so when he steps back and swats at my ass to get me moving, I stumble as I jump forward, cursing under my breath as my leg catches on nothing and begins to throb again.

“Ten minutes, Trouble.” Nate says from behind me, reaching out to steady me. “Your bags are packed, and we head out as soon as you put some clothes on that cute ass of yours.”

Fuck, that’s right. I’m still naked.

I scuttle into the bathroom without further protest.

Chapter Thirty-one

The first day of travel passes, remarkably, without incident.If, by without incident, you mean casually slaughtering a handful of zombies and having to be carried by one of the guys for most of the day due to my leg injury. Which, by the way is, very sadly, my definition of without incident at the moment.

As the light starts to fade Hunter leads us to a homey looking log cabin, nestled majestically against a sheer cliff wall. We had been traveling steadily upwards for most of the day, traversing dips and rises as the countryside gradually became rockier and wilder. The cabin makes me immediately anxious.It’s only one storey. Surely, we can’t be staying on the ground tonight. The woods are crawling with dead, and Caleb could stage an ambush at any time.I tug urgently on Hunter’s shirt as he strides purposefully toward the little structure. I am cradled in his arms, bridal style, as I have been since he stole me from Nate’s grasp an hour ago. He glances down to give me a reassuring smile as he bypasses the neat little structure andheads around the side of the cabin. I can’t help but let out an awed gasp as our real destination comes into view.

It’s a tree house!

But not just any tree house, no, this one is an adult tree house. It’s huge, using at least three massive trunks for support and with its own little pitched roof and paned windows. There is a narrow set of stairs leading up to a cozy little porch and the whole thing is set at least ten feet off the ground. Hunter switches me around so I am getting piggy backed and heads up the tiny staircase. Inside is a large single room with a loft built in above an area obviously designed to be a lounge ‘room’. Two of the windows have been shattered and there has clearly been an animal living in the space for quite some time. Maybe a few animals. But I instantly fall in love with what it could be. What it probablywasbefore the apocalypse. The floor boards are dirty but still solid, even after being exposed to the elements in places. And there is a small kitchen bench set against one wall, overlooking the forest below. What’s left of the furniture is in tatters, probably being used as nesting material for any number of small and not so small creatures.

Once everyone is safely up the rickety stairs, we spend a few minutes laying out a bed roll and unpacking some of our supplies for dinner. As Chase pulls out dried meat and canned vegetables, with bottled water as desert, I miss what I had come to think of asourhouse already.That fucker Caleb better not take Jacob and his men back there.The guys had locked it up tight before we left, including replacing the chain and lock Caleb had used to close the back gate, but I wouldn’t put it past Jacob to burn it to the ground just to spite me.

I steal a seat on the bedroll to chew down my food, the dried deer meat particularly tough after having eaten fresh cooked stuff for the last week or so. Before long Nate saunters over to me, pulling my injured leg into his lap without preamble. He hasbeen obsessively checking the stitches throughout the day. Any little stop or delay and he would lift the bandage and check the skin wasn’t turning red or weepy. At one point he even checked the leg while Hunter and Chase battled four zombies.Battled might be a strong word for it though. More like…dispatched.

He’s just lucky it was hot enough to wear shorts today or he wouldn’t have been able to check me so often.Who am I kidding? He probably would have just cut a hole in my jeans to ease his obsessive need to check.

He unwinds the bandage on my thigh slowly and carefully, his long fingers brushing against my skin with each pass. After the first layer is removed it reveals a few splotches of blood on the bandage underneath and Nate makes a grumbling sound in the back of his throat at the sight.

“Don’t even start.” I warn him pre-emptively. “I did literally everything you told me to do today! This was not my fault.”

Nate takes a moment to look up at me in confusion. He studies my face for a moment, and I can practically see him thinking through all the times he has chastised me for souring his work in one way or another. He flashes me a shit eating grin that for some reason sends heat straight to my core.

“Relax, Trouble. I think this is just ooze from the sutures pulling…” he finishes unwrapping my leg and ducks his head to get a closer look, one hand near my knee and the other wrapped around my upper thigh, pinning my leg in place for his inspection. I try not to wiggle and fidget as I realise just how close his hand is to my center. “Yeah,” he eventually says after his inspection “looks like this stitch here pulled through a little, that’s where the blood came from.” He declares. I hear twin sighs of relief from over my shoulder and turn to see Hunter and Chase hovering over the bed. I give them both a gentle smile and reach a hand out. Hunter takes it and I pull him down towards me, fitting him against my back so I can lean on him.He comes easily and bundles me up in his arms as I relax against him, careful not to disturb Nate as he cleans the wound with antibacterial wipes, and Hunter gives me a soft kiss on the top of my head.

I shoot Chase a questioning look as he moves to one of the windows not too far from us and takes a seat, he sends me back a reassuring smile before turning to the outside world to keep watch. Satisfied he’s not upset; I resettle against Hunter as Nate begins to rewrap my leg with clean bandages.

I try my best not to move, but maybe having Hunter at my back was a terrible idea, because sandwiched between the two of them, with Nates fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my thigh and Hunter pulling his fingers through the short locks of my hair, I find it impossible to relax. When Nates fingers pass particularly close to my heat, I let out a breathy whine that is entirely foreign to me. Both sets of hands still on my body and I hold my breath, embarrassment heating my cheeks.

“S-sorry.” I stutter out, my voice a husky whisper that I swear belongs to a stranger.

“Doc,” Hunter rumbles behind me after a pause, “I think your patient might be needing your attention…” he teases. But his voice is dark and rumbling and the evidence of his growing interest pushes against my back, so I know he’s not being a dickhead.

“Well,” Nate says slowly, taking in my lust filled expression and flushed cheeks. “We can’t have that. I do pride myself on patient care.” He murmurs and I can’t help but snort.This guy has the worst bedside manner ever.But then he returns to finish my new bandage, and he lets his fingers graze deliberately across my core. I let out another sound that belongs in an adult film, not an apocalypse, and Hunter tips my head back to kiss me deeply as Nate completes the wrap around my thigh and allows his hands to travel up and across the seam of my shorts.

Every slight graze of his fingers has me gasping into Hunter’s mouth and I roll my hips encouragingly, trying to push down harder and ride his hand, as I greedily chase my release. Nate growls and uses his free hand to still my hips, pushing me into the bed, denying me the pressure I need as he continues to glide his fingers across me in feather light touches, a complete contrast to the dominating hold he has on my hips.

For a moment I tense under Nate’s hand, my mind flinging me back to dark memories, but then Hunter breaks our kiss and starts to murmur sweet nothings in my ear. His deep rumbling voice soothes away the nightmares and I relax back into Nate’s hold. He waits for me to meet his eyes before he continues and I give him a small nod of encouragement, even as I tilt my head to the side and expose my neck for Hunter’s kisses. Soon, I’m lost to the sensations again as Nate teases against my shorts before popping the button open and skimming his finger underneath. Hunter grips my chin in his hand and turns my head to the side. I open my eyes and my gaze clashes with Chase’s storm grey eyes as he watches me hungrily from his seat by the window. I keep my eyes on Chase and let him ground me as Nate slides his hand inside my pants and grazes his fingers across my nerves.

I let out a wanton moan that is echoed around the room as Nate rubs light circles around my clit, still teasing me. His grip on my hip is near bruising to keep me from moving and I think I may end up with a handprint bruise to match my busted side, but I can’t help testing his strength as I chase the pressure I desperately need. He holds me effortlessly and rewards me with a dark chuckle.

“So impatient, Trouble.” He admonishes and I whine in frustration but don’t take my eyes away from Chase. Hunter nibbles and sucks along my neck, his hands fisted in my hair and keeping me in place. When he hears me whine again, he removes a hand and trails it down my body to pluck at my pebbled nipplethrough my clothes. I gasp at the contact, pupils blowing wide and Chase grunts, reaching down to readjust his length in his jeans. I keep my eyes glued to Chase as Hunter and Nate tease me with light touches and gentle grazes. When Chase begins to rub his hand over his trapped dick I moan and arch my back to rub against Hunter’s length behind me. He growls and bites at my neck and I curse.

“Fuck. Please, please Nate.” I cry. I break eye contact with Chase to look down at Nate, letting him see how close to unravelling I am.

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