Page 52 of Bitten By Zombie

The stage is set, and everything is handled.

That meant, per his instructions, the cover story was told to the pigs, the gun was at Stan’s place with Stan’s fingerprints on it, the rag with Santa’s blood was haphazardly dropped in the driveway, along with motorcycle tracks to prove that’s where the shooting took place. Eureka Clean was well into the job with no snags, and the bodies were on their way to being just a memory. And a team packed Stan a bag and ditched it with his car.

They made it look like Stan took a shot at Santa and then went on the run.

He kissed the top of Heidi’s head. And because they’d kept her out of the loop, she would be perfectly shocked when questioned. She wouldn’t have to pretend to be blindsided, she would be.

“We went to the hospital and saw Santa. Cops were there and, well, since the cops were there, Heidi knows Santa went out to Stan’s.”

Ah, so she’d already played her part. That must’ve been what Outlaw was trying to say earlier with a look. When he caught Outlaw’s eye, he nodded. That nod said a lot.

“Up,” Zombie whispered to Heidi as he patted her thighs to let her know what he meant.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he strode back to his room in record time. The heavy discussion he needed to have with his brothers and with Heidi could wait.

The need he had for her was immeasurable. Sure, he’d wanted her before with an urgency that frankly scared the shit out of him, but this was different.

Zombie needed to connect with her on a level they hadn’t before. Not that the physical act itself wasn’t a connection.

It was the melding of souls that he was after. To feel her emotions in a way that would dull both their pain.

She’d lost her brother tonight. Not that he’d hid that fact from her, it didn’t mean it was easy. The same way he knew he’d taken a life, just not with the visceral rage he’d felt when he’d been on top of the man.

Lily’s face had flashed through his mind as he ended Stan. Her voice floated around him, remembering her words as she’d described what he’d done to her. What she’d witnessed him doing to other little girls. Her face had morphed into Heidi’s, and Zombie had left his body. It was the first time that level of disconnect had happened since his mom cut off his foot.

Shaking his head to dislodge the thoughts, Zombie tossed Heidi to the bed. He would fuck the memories out of his brain. Then he’d make love to Heidi, hoping he could convey what she meant to him. Then when she was fuck drunk, he’d convince her that they belonged together.

The command for her to strip was perched on his tongue, but he didn’t have to speak it. Heidi was ripping her clothes off as fast as he was.

“I need it hard and fast, Rabbit.”

His voice was strangled. He couldn’t get inside her fast enough. Thank fuck she was on the same page. She flipped around, coming up on her hands and knees and presenting him with her luscious ass.

With zero finesse and no foreplay—he’d made it up to her—he spit in his hand, slicked it down his dick, and sheathed himself in increments inside of her.

He pounded into her like a man who was obsessed, and he was. He felt bad careening toward his orgasm without bringing her up to speed.

“Sorry, Rabbit. I can't hold back,” he grunted as he slammed into her violently. “I’ll make it up to you.” His pace increased and his strokes became erratic. “Promise.”

A moan ripped through the room, and he felt her fingers rubbing around her clit. Shit, she was coming even without his help. That thought catapulted him over the edge. With a final thrust that drove them to the bed as both their knees gave out, he came with a roar.

They stayed connected for a few moments. Panting in recovery. When he realized her arm was trapped under their combined weight, he pulled from her body and shifted positions to free her.

With some awkward maneuvers, he managed to get them both to a more normal position on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

They drifted off to sleep. When Zombie woke a short time later, neither had moved. He eased out from under her and removed his prosthesis.

Tossing the cover off of her body, Zombie eased her to her back. She was still sleeping lightly, but that wouldn’t last long.

Making his way between her legs, he gently pushed her thighs apart and placed one on his shoulder before licking her from back to front. Pausing to give her clit a nip, then proceeded to tongue fuck her awake.

Her hands dropped lazily to his head, and her stiletto-shaped nails dug into his scalp. But it was the husky, “Wayne, yes,” that did him in. If he hadn’t been a goner before, he was after that.

Her eyes remained closed, and she guided his mouth exactly where she wanted it. When her thighs quivered at his ears, he bit down on her clit and thrust two fingers deep inside her. She rode out her pleasure on his tongue, and when she tried to shove him away, he let her.

Climbing up her body, he entered her in one slow, smooth stroke. When he bottomed out, he circled his hips rather than thrust.

“Heidi.” He invoked her name like a prayer. And grabbed her chin. She opened her hazel eyes, and they locked with his.

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