Page 14 of Bitten By Zombie

Heidi mentally nodded. Perfect pl—

Her internal victory party was cut short with the feather-light touch of lips. She didn’t respond at first. Too surprised by the whole situation to. But when those lips became more insistent and a hot tongue coaxed them apart, she gasped.

Instinct took over, and she upped her participation level quickly. How long had it been since she’d been kissed with that level of passion? That level of connection?

Connection?

Oh, hell no. No connection. No passion, at least not until she got her life back and was on the edge of leaving Utah for good.

For passion, that is, but connection? Never.

She let the popcorn fall to the side when she raised her hands to push him away. Heidi didn’t get the chance. As soon as her hands touched his chest, there was a screech. Followed by a voice that grated on her nerves.

“So, this is why you won’t fuck me anymore?”

Instead of wrenching away from her as she expected, Zombie removed his lips, but not his anything else. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he spoke low and menacing. A tone Heidi had yet to hear from him. She’d heard him angry when she’d woken up that night, but not like this. It gave her goose bumps.

Yeah, right. That’s why you have goose bumps.That thought pissed her off more than anything.

“Sherry. I’m warning you.”

“Oh, like you did in your room? Does your new flavor know where your cock was just hours before you’re trying to put it in her snatch?”

If Heidi needed the resolve to leave Zombie alone, Sherry had just given it to her. She did not need a man like that, not even for a fling. Been there, done that, and got the battery of thankfully negative test results to prove it.

Before she could maneuver away from him, Zombie wrenched away to stand.

Heidi turned her attention to the scene unfolding. Outlaw was bodily picking Sherry up from behind and nuzzling her neck.

“Keep her out of my sight, Outlaw, or she’s gone for good, you hear me?”

“Got it, prez. She’ll be too busy to bother you. Carry on with what you were doing.”

Heidi focused on the growling love bites Outlaw was giving to the fuming woman rather than the man towering above her by the couch with his hand extended.

“Come on. You need some sleep.”

Reluctantly, she took his hand. Even with the spurned lover, she felt a butterfly or two in her stomach at his touch.

As they walked, she mumbled good nights to the men around. She’d only spent a day with them but was already fond of them all.

Sherry didn’t seem to be too broken up over Zombie, not if the way she was giggling and writhing on Outlaw’s lap were any indication.

Heidi did her best on the short walk to find gentle yet firm words to boot him from his own bedroom. She sure as hell hoped he didn’t expect them to sleep in the same bed, but in the very short time she’d known the man, Zombie was proving he had more layers than she initially thought.

When he opened the door but didn’t follow her in, she turned to study him. She didn’t want him to try to stay, she should be relieved, but she wasn’t. She still didn’t want him to stay, but she was a little offended that he didn’t try. He was probably dumping her in here so he could go pull Sherry off Outlaw’s lap and apologize.

Well, that wasn’t her business.

“Thanks for, well, everything. I’ll be out of your hair soon, and you can get back to doing whatever or whoever it is you do.”

Now she sounded jealous. It wasn’t jealousy. It was about respect. She’d been disrespected by everyone she’d ever cared about. She wasn’t expecting it from Zombie too. Just when she started thinking he was really one of the good guys, he proved to be just like everyone else.

He should’ve respected her and Sherry enough to not play tonsil hockey on the couch with her when he’d had sex with another woman not twenty-four hours prior.

“What if I don’t want you out of my hair so quickly?”

His voice was pitched low, and his brown eyes sparkled with amusement and arousal.

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