Page 1 of Bitten By Zombie

CHAPTERONE

ZOMBIE

“Fuck, woman.” The lips wrapped around his cock was the perfect morning distraction.

His hips thrust up, gagging Sherry momentarily. Fisting her hair, he held her in place, relishing the rhythmic swallowing of her throat. Sherry was one of the clingier of the candy stripers—he preferred the term to sweet butt or mama, Santa came up with it—but she knew how to suck a dick.

When she started that fake moan though, he was done. “Less noise and more sucking. Grab my balls and finish me already.” The words came out as a groan, but she knew what he liked.

It was taking him way too long to empty his balls. He had no affection for the woman, hollowing her cheeks, maybe that was why.

Closing his eyes, he focused hard on the sensation, not the person giving it, and that did the trick.

One last thrust and he blew.

Finally.

A man shouldn’t have to work that hard mentally for a nut.

Zombie wasn’t really looking for a fuck, but he also wasn’t an asshole. He hadn’t fucked a club girl in months.

“Com’ere, Sher.”

She slithered up his body, and his dick rebelled at the thought of fucking her. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done so a thousand times in the past, but it just wasn’t working for him anymore. Not Sherry, not Gwen, not Lila, and not even Josie from town, who was his regular non-club-related hookup.

Instead, he let her ride his hand until she came. Once she was sated, as much as he was willing to anyway, Zombie hobbled to the shower.

He’d stayed at the clubhouse last night rather than go home. Vlad could fend for himself, and there was a lot of tequila, dominos, and blow jobs involved.

As he dried off and brushed his teeth, he hoped Sherry had gotten dressed and headed to the room she shared with Lila. The girls, plus a few members and prospects were the only ones who lived at the club full time.

With the clubhouse located at the salvage yard, it was pretty damn secure, but still, one officer was on the premises at most, if not all, times.

When he hobbled back to the bedroom, snagging his prosthetic as he went, Sherry rolled over and stretched seductively.

“It’s time to go, Sher. Maybe see if Outlaw wants some company.” He spoke as he dropped to the couch. It wasn’t like his foot, or lack thereof, was a secret, especially from someone who saw him naked, but he was reluctant to don it in front of Sherry.

“But, Monster, it’s been too long since I’ve ridden the beast. What do ya say? Throw a girl a bone?” She pouted. She was good at it too, with her full lips, crystal-blue eyes, pitch-black hair, and banging body. She was visually stunning, no denying that, even if a little too thin for his personal tastes.

He couldn’t help but laugh at least a little at her wordplay. But he needed to be firm, or she’d be asking for his home address and attempting to redecorate and completely domesticate Vlad. Zombie was loathe to hurt her feelings though. He was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, at least he had been since he came back from the dead…twice, and hurting others wasn’t his jam.

“That’s not gonna happen, Sherry. As a matter of fact, don’t hit me up again unless I ask for it, okay, sweetheart? But I’m telling you, Outlaw is always willing to put out.”

Throwing his veep under the bus wasn’t ideal, but hell, he was a card-carrying man whore and had been since he discovered he had a dick. Outlaw’d soothe her hurt feelings.

Sherry’s crystal eyes turned hard as she threw the sheet back, standing in a huff. When she crossed her arms, pushing up her ample tits, he bit back a groan. If he was more of a chest man than an ass man, he’d already have her straddling his lap.

“You fucked me hard damn near every night for four fucking months, then suddenly you just stop. It’s like you locked on a chastity belt and only use my mouth. What the hell, Wayne? Do you really not care if I go fuck your brothers after all that?”

How the hell did she know his first name? She was already too clingy, and that proved it.

A bloodred haze seeped into his vision. Without donning his prosthetic, he hopped once and grabbed the finial of the footboard bringing him right into her personal space.

Happy-go-lucky Zombiewas in the back seat.Kill ’em all and let God sort ’em out Zombiewas driving. Even though it was a rare occurrence, he despised himself when that part was in control.

“You ever pull that shit again or disrespect me like that, you’re gone with only what you came with. Which was the puked-on dress you were wearing and a metric fuck ton of daddy issues. The rehab was on us, but other than that, you’re on your own. You hear?”

When she nodded, he stepped back. “Now go and don’t cross the threshold of my room again.”

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