Run (Nola Zombies Book 1) (13 page)

I don’t know how much time passed, but I was a sloppy mess when I slid off of Blake and turned to see if Zachary was still there. He wasn’t. My brain had caught up to my lower regions and I was suddenly feeling the embarrassment of what I had just done. Would I even be able to look him in the eye after this?

Of course I would. He was the one spying on us. He should be the embarrassed one if there was any embarrassment to be had. Which there shouldn’t be because we were all sexual creatures...and should enjoy our bodies.
 
Or so I told myself
.
 

“I can tell your brain is going a mile a minute.”

“Do you and Zachary do that a lot?”

“No, not a lot.
 
We used to be roommates. I would leave the door open, sometimes.”
 

“Only you?”

“He never brought girls home.”
 

“Do you like when he watches?”

“Yes.” No explanation, no shame. Just a simple yes. “Did you like it?” He asked.

I owed him the direct honesty that he gave me.
 

“Yes,” I whispered.
 

SEVENTEEN | Everything Good Comes…

We settled into a routine over the next couple of weeks. Five more of Blake and Zach’s (he insisted on me calling him Zach after the first time I called him Zachary to his face) employees showed up with their families and survivor partners in tow, which pushed our numbers to twenty-two survivors. We had enough manpower for everyone to start fortifying our safe-zone, which we had dubbed S-Island, for Survivor’s Island.
 

Some of the men and women were building a wall around the vulnerable areas of land that could be accessed by boat. They had plenty of scrap material from a construction site that had been slated as a garage to hold the company’s vehicles. We were afraid of zombies washing up on shore, or other humans surprising us by boat.

Other groups were pushing out from the island, using the small fishing boat and patrol vessel to gather supplies and search for other survivors. We definitely had the room. Most of the time, I joined the teams we were calling the “clean up” crew. We pushed through the neighborhood of Venetian Isles which was the closest inhabited area, killing off any of the dead and cleaning out any supplies we found. It was practically abandoned, but most of the houses were stocked with weekender fare, canned food and a lot of alcohol. Out this far from civilization, there wasn’t a lot of people, which meant only a handful of the dead. We actually came across a family in one of those big raised houses that sat near the water. They greeted us with wary trepidation and only exchanged a few stilted words with us. We told them where we were located and if they needed help just get on their boat and find us, but all we got in return was a polite nod and a door slammed in our faces.
 

I couldn’t blame them. I could see how it was hard to trust in this new crazy world. Especially people that came to their door dressed in camouflage and armed to the teeth.
 

I was learning to trust though, these people, my fellow survivors. In a few short weeks they were feeling more like family than strangers. Especially Blake, my Blake.
 

We had moved into his office. It was big enough to fit a queen size mattress which we had taken from a house on the water. I had covered the windows in blankets because even though I wouldn’t have minded a repeat of that first night, I wasn’t making it easy for everyone to get their rocks off when they passed our room.
 

Zach had also moved into his office, which was right across the hall from Blake’s. I was open to him watching again, just the thought of it made me wet and aching, but it hadn’t happened. Blake closed the door every night and then slid into bed. Our bed.
 

Sometimes he would strip me down and lick me until I was begging for him to take me. Other times he would bend me over and without any foreplay push inside of me, thrusting into me until I screamed. On nights when we had worked our asses off that day, we would make love slow and lazy. He would be on top, my legs wrapped around him, until our pleasure got the best of us and we were pushing and pulling hard on each other until we came.
 
There wasn’t a night that went by that didn’t end in our bodies coming together. Hell, we usually repeated it in the morning and sneaked off a lot at lunch. We were insatiable. I couldn’t get enough of him and he couldn’t get enough of me. If there weren’t zombies running around trying to eat us, I would say we were living out my fantasy.

I found his eyes on me while I worked. We were cleaning out some storage room to hold a shit-ton of MREs that Marquez found in an abandoned military transport on the twin-span. There was hunger in those eyes and instantly I could feel my panties drenching. It felt like ages before we could sneak away. When we finally managed to break away from the group we rushed up the stairs to our room.
 

I hurriedly pulled off my clothes and hadn’t even gotten my panties off before Blake was on me. His hands groping at my breasts, licking his way down my body, paying special attention to my breasts. Each one in turn getting licked, bit and sucked. When they had been thoroughly worked, he moved down, kissing around my belly button, down my stomach and landing kisses and licks on my thighs. Never where I wanted him to be though, never there. He skirted around the apex of my thighs, teasing me as he kissed down my leg.
 

“Lick me,” I moaned, begging for his mouth on me.

“Is that what you want, baby?” He asked.

“Yes! I want your tongue on me.”

“Naughty girl, you have to ask nicely.” His tongue flicked out, so close, but not where I wanted it to be. I could feel his breath as he moved closer to my core, his arms pushing under my thighs, bringing me to his lips, but never tasting…only teasing.
 

“Say please,” he coaxed.

“Please.” It came out as a moan.
 

“I don’t know; that doesn’t sound like you want it that much. I need you to beg for me to lick you.”

“Please.” I nearly screamed it.

“Beg.”
 

“Please, Blake, please lick me.” I guess that was good enough for him because he practically dove into me, his tongue lapping at my wetness like he needed it to survive. His fingers joined his tongue as he sucked on my clit. He kept up a relentless pace until I exploded over his hand and he moaned in pleasure as he pressed harder into me and lapped up the result of my orgasm.
 

“You are so wet for me, Alexis. I need to be inside you.”

“Yes, mmm, yes, make love to me.”

“You want that, you want me?”

“Yes, I need you.”

“That’s my girl.” He was on top of me and sliding into my entrance without any more coaxing from me. He pushed my legs up until my knees were touching my chest and set a slow pace that had me panting.
 
In and out he thrust, our bodies slapped together making a delicious sound. When he reached down and began fingering my clit I orgasmed and this time he came with me.

It wasn’t until after I settled down that I realized Blake had left the door open. I don’t think it was on purpose this time though, because he seemed just as startled as I was when Zach’s voice interrupted our hazy come-down.
 

“Blake, you’re needed downstairs. There is someone on the radio for you.”

“What, wait…?” I couldn’t help but wince as our bodies unlocked and exposed me to Zach’s penetrating gaze. Blake grabbed a blanket and threw it over me then slipped into his pants. “On what radio?”

“On the communications radio we set up. We have it set to the secure band that only employees know how to access.”

“Who is it? Why do you need me?” Zach’s eyes found mine for some reason and I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say.
 

“It’s Clara, Blake, and she’s in trouble.”

EIGHTEEN | Asshole

“You’re leaving?” I just stood there, like an idiot, staring at him. “Like going out there by yourself? To what?” He had finally come back to our room after hours of fighting with Zach about the radio conversation he had with Clara. I had heard parts of the conversation…enough to know that my worst fear was about to come true.

“Why?” I had to know his reasons. His grim face said it all. He had shut down. The Blake I knew had turned off, and he was looking at me like I was a stranger.
Was he doing this to protect me or to protect himself? Or did he just not give a shit, did our time here mean so little?

“I have to, Alexis, if there was any other way, really, I would. I can’t endanger anyone else and I have to at least try to get her out.”
 

“But failure isn’t just a try, try again…it’s death. Death, Blake. Going there, by yourself, you’ll die!” My voice had risen a few octaves, but I didn’t care. He was an idiot for even thinking this way. “At least…I don’t know, I’ll come with you.”
 

“No, you can’t do that.”

“Why? Because you don’t want to show up with your new girlfriend to rescue your ex-wife?”
 

“No, Jesus, it’s not that, Alexis, nothing like that. She’s in Houston. You can’t go to Houston.”

“You can’t go to Houston either, Blake! It’s an impossible mission.”

“I know that, Alexis, but I owe it to her. I have to try to rescue her.”
 

“Why do you owe her? Why do you have to risk your life and travel a state away to help her? Why can’t she help herself?”

“I’m the reason she went to Houston. I’m the reason she ran, it’s my fault, I have to try.”

“You can’t do this to me, Blake.”
 

“I have to, Alexis. You don’t know anything about this, her…I just have to go. It’s better this way. Just let me go.”

“No, I won’t. You must be an idiot to think that I would just let you go like this.”

“You don’t have a choice, I’m going. It’s my choice, I’m choosing to leave. I’m choosing to go to Clara. I’m sorry, Alexis, really I am. What we had was nice, but I have to go, move on.”

“Nice. Jesus.”
 
I was a fucking idiot. I knew this would happen, just knew it. I just figured he would be dead, not actually choosing to leave.
 

“I didn’t mean it that way. What we had was good, but I owe her. I have to try and save her.”

“You’ll die.”

“Maybe.”

I wasn’t completely checked into this conversation, everything he said made no sense. He was going to die, he was going to leave me, Blake was going to die. There was no question. All for some dumb, helpless bitch he thought he owed. His wife. His ex-wife. I sat down on our bed and put my head in my hands. He didn’t try and comfort me. Maybe he didn’t care at all, his ex had called and he was going to run to her, a state away, and maybe die trying.
He must really love her
.
 
I had heard enough of the conversation between Zach and Blake, after the radio transmission ended, to know that Zach wasn’t giving him resources. He, like me, thought it was a stupid idea, a fatal idea and was pissed that Blake would leave like this. He wasn’t about to hand out our lifeblood, our resources, for a dumbass endeavor. I think he believed Blake would change his mind. But he didn’t. He was going. He was going to save her. He was leaving me.

“I love you, Blake. I…don’t…just don’t go.”
 
He said nothing in response to my declaration. When I looked up, his face was stoic. I knew there was no talking him out of it and I was breaking apart inside. He didn’t even acknowledge those three little words. It was as if he didn’t even care. Maybe I was just a convenient fuck. Someone to spend lonely, terror-filled nights with. Someone to make the pain less. Someone easy to leave.

He picked up his pack from the floor and turned to leave, with one final parting shot.

“Just consider me dead, Alexis. It’ll be better for the both of us.”

“Asshole.” I didn’t look up, just collapsed onto our bed. I didn’t raise my head. Not until his footsteps faded, the hall was empty, my bed was empty. He was gone. The asshole left me alone in this fucked up world.