Sparrow's Flight (Savage World 1)

“That’s it, Sparrow. Squeeze his fucking cock and come all over him. Let me see how good it feels. Let us fucking hear it.”

“Shit, Ash, you keep talking dirty like that and I am going to fucking come.” Mason ran his tongue over her lips, along her jawline, and down the line of her neck. She tilted her head back, cried out when he dragged his teeth back and forth, and felt the familiar stirrings of her climax rise up like a fierce animal.

“I want you to fucking come, because I’m about to go over the edge feeling your tight ass clenching around my cock and seeing the look of ecstasy on Sparrow’s face.”

And that was it, all she needed to send her into euphoria.

“I’m going to come. Oh. God.” She didn’t bother being quiet, because she knew they liked to hear her scream out, but she honestly couldn’t have stayed silent anyway. But they followed her right over the edge, and the sound of all three of them moaning and grunting out as they came was an auditory orgasm of the best kind. With a heavy, collective sigh from the three of them, Ash pulled out of Mason, moved off the back, and took a few, staggering steps backward.

He looked drunk, but then again that was how she felt. His cock was semi-hard, and she could see the massive load of cum gathered in the tip of the condom. God, it was such a turn-on, so much so that she clenched her inner muscles around Mason until he groaned.

“Shit, baby, you keep doing that and I’ll be tempted to go another round.” He braced himself up on an elbow and looked down at her. He slowly started to move inside her, but it was lazy and slowly brought her arousal up instead of making her burn like a forest fire. “Was it good, baby?”

She nodded and let out a small mewling noise when he rubbed along a very sensitive area inside her. Ash was back on the bed beside her only minutes later, condom removed and all cleaned up. With an almost defeated groan Mason kissed her once more, pulled out of her still clenching body, and went to go get cleaned up. She should have done the same, but she had that post-euphoric high going on and couldn’t move a muscle. The bed dipped on the other side of her, and her two guys sandwiched her in. They kissed her neck, chest, and even her arms, making a happy little sigh escape her.

They then kissed each other, pressed their chests against her sides, and pulled the blanket over the three of them. Within minutes, that pleasure-filled contentment settled into her, and as it always did after she was with them, Sparrow didn’t let the devastation of their lives control her. It was now one hell of a world, but as long as she had these two men beside her, she could get through anything. A smile curved her mouth, and she closed her eyes. What was an apocalypse with flesh-eating zombies when there was Mason and Asher to keep her preoccupied?

Epilogue Two

Four years later

Sparrow couldn’t help but smile as she watched her men working on a truck they found months ago, one that had miraculously started up when they hot-wired it but had since taken a crap. They’d been working on the damn thing day in and day out, and although she asked them what the point was, that finding gas to fill the thing was next to impossible these days, she supposed maybe part of it was they wanted to keep busy.

Life these days was hard and tiring, and even though they never said it out loud, she had a feeling working under the hood of that old Ford took them back to a different time, a simpler way of living.

The sound of a little girl laughing had Sparrow glancing over at the playhouse Mason and Asher built out of scrap lumber and other odds and ends they found while scavenging. She smiled as their daughter, Shiloh, was waving out the tiny window at her.

She lifted her hand and waved back before blowing a kiss at the little girl.

Shiloh was the light of their lives, a bright spot in an otherwise dark world. Sparrow didn’t deny she was overly protective, but despite Shiloh still being so young, they made sure to teach her the importance of safety, had since she started walking and talking.

She knew about the dead, knew how dangerous it was to wander. And when she was older, they’d teach her how to defend herself.

Although they’d never know who the biological father was—and because Sparrow saw a little bit of both men in their daughter at any given time, so trying to guess who could have fathered her was impossible—none of that mattered.