It has been five months since an immunization for the flu collapsed civilization.
Sparrow Gray has nothing but the backpack she carries and her thoughts to keep her company. Everyone is a suspected foe, and the ones unlucky enough to be infected are nothing more than walking corpses.
Mason and Asher found each other at an unlikely time. An ex-Navy SEAL and a back alley fighter, the two never considered themselves gay. But they find pleasure in each others arms, and don't take that for granted. Then comes Sparrow, and both realize they want her as badly as they want each other, and they're not about to let her go.
Their trip is filled with fear, pain, and everything in between. But then Sparrow is taken by men who want to degrade and violate her. Can Mason and Asher get to her before all hell breaks loose?
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, anal sex, spanking
Asher broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her jaw. “Besides your family, what do you miss most, Sparrow?” He kept his voice soft and low, and slowly moved his hand between them until he could feel the very edge of her breasts. Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t pull away.
“What?” That word stuttered slightly, and he didn’t hold back his smile. Did she realize that her hands were on his shoulders, and that she dug her nails into his flesh? If she didn’t he wasn’t about to stop her, because the sting of those nails had a bit of pleasure coursing through him. “You want to talk at a time like this?”
“Mmm.” Asher couldn’t think of a better time to ask her. She was pliant in his hands, and she’d be willing to tell him just about anything. “I want to know that and a lot more.” He continued to trail his lips down the side of her neck and to the pulse that beat frantically right below her ear.
“Music.” He didn’t stop kissing her and now fully covered one of her breasts with his palm. The mounds were big and round despite her small frame, and her nipple was hard as a pebble, pressing through the material. “I used to listen to The Beatles, and watched the birds that would flock to this little homeless man that would toss seeds on the ground. Strangely, ‘Across the Universe’ seemed to go beautifully with it.” She moved her hands over his shoulders and rested her open palms on his pecs. She was shifting more frequently now, her thoughts clearly only on the two of them, and her memories. “I also miss lying on my back on the ground and staring at the sky. I’d watch the clouds roll by, watch as they’d change shape right before my eyes.” She curled and uncurled her nails into his flesh, and Asher grew bolder, moved his hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt, and slipped his hand beneath it. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere, and even though he wanted her thicker, needed her to put on weight, he couldn’t deny that she was still undeniably gorgeous.
“God, Sparrow, I could devour you right now until there isn’t anything left.” She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second when she shifted on his lap so she was now straddling him. The jeans she wore needed to fucking go, but he didn’t want to rush her into something that she wasn’t ready for. Everything among the three of them was moving fast, but fuck, the world itself was moving fast, too.
“Don’t stop.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind that he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He cupped her other breast with his hand right over her shirt. Squeezing the mounds until she was rocking back and forth on his erection, mewling soft noises until he thought he’d come right in his jeans, it took every ounce of strength Asher had not to tear open her pants and push deep inside of her. “I need more. I need it all from you, and from Mason.” He was already near his breaking point, but when she mentioned needing Mason he lost his control. Moving his hands so he could cup her ass, he stood with her in his arms, but didn’t break the kiss. For a suspended moment all he did was hold her while he fucked her mouth.
“Christ, Sparrow, I’m so hard for you.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside of you.” She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face.
“I am so wet right now.” She licked her lips, ones that were red and swollen from his kiss. “I want you inside of me, Asher.” And then he was done, just fucking done because he had to have her right now.