Run (Nola Zombies Book 1) (7 page)

I could feel that he was close, his body tightened up and his breath came in short pants. I went deeper and took him over the edge, his salty come pouring down the back of my throat.
 

“Lex, I just can’t, you, that was over-the-top…” I stood up, faced him and marveled that he liked kissing me after I sucked him off and swallowed.

“Mmm,” I responded as he began running those rough hands over my body.
 

“So, since you don’t bring men home, how do you satisfy your needs? I can tell you enjoy sex, you are dripping.” His fingers slid through my slick folds spreading the wetness to my clit, a quick circling of my nub had my knees buckling.

“I masturbate…a lot.”
 
I whispered as if it was a dirty little secret.
 

“Can you show me how you do it?”

“Now?”

“Yes.” He kissed me and then backed up, motioning to the bed. “Is that where you do it?”

“Sometimes.” I sat on the bed and looked up at him.

“Do you use your hand, or do you have a toy?”

“Both.”

“Ok, I want to see. Now.” He crossed his arms over his chest, and he looked funny all stern with his shaft sticking out in front of him at attention. I reached over and pulled a shoe box from under the bed and pulled out my vibrator. It was relatively low-key compared to the others they were selling at the party I had bought it from, but I enjoyed it. A little too much at times. Before Blake I pretty much had given up on boyfriends, happy with my trusty vibrating buddy and my online prepper friends.
 

Compared to Blake, though, the vibrator was a joke and I wanted him, not my fall-back boyfriend impersonator.
 

He motioned again impatiently and I lay back on the bed, spreading my legs so he could see every inch of me. I was a little self-conscious and aware of how I must look in this position.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and his eyes got that hungry look in them again. I liked that look. It made me feel so damn sexy.
 

I began circling my clit with two fingers, the usual way I started my solo sexual adventures. It did feel good, even though I would rather Blake’s fingers. I turned on the vibrator with my left hand, a trick I had perfected with a few tries when I first got it. Then I maneuvered the pink phallus to my entrance. Because I was so wet it went in easily and I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my mouth. I looked up and met Blake’s heated gaze, my walls clenched around the vibrator just from the look he directed at me. His hand moved to his shaft, stroking it. I suddenly wasn’t self-conscious anymore, in fact, I was ridiculously turned on. I wanted him to watch me come.
 

I circled my clit faster and faster, pumping the vibrator into me with a renewed vigor, the look in his eyes driving my need. Before I could come though, he was across the room and his fingers were pushing mine away.

“I couldn’t wait any longer.”
 

I felt the vibrator slip from inside me and he was over me, his dick feeling so much better than my cheap little vibrator as he buried himself inside me.
 

“Oh yes,” I moaned as he began that half in and out slide that I craved. He positioned himself just right that his dick was rubbing against my g-spot and it had me scratching at his back, pulling him closer. We were a mass of limbs on my tiny bed and the way the frame was squeaking had me afraid we might just break the sucker.
 

“I want you on your knees,” he growled and pulled out. I obeyed, prostrating myself in front of him with my ass in the air, my legs spread, I was dripping with need and want.
 

I moaned as he entered me again, from behind this time. His strong hands pulled at my hair, keeping my body in place. I felt him reach for something and I went tense when I heard the vibrator kick back on.
Where was he going to put that?
 

He answered my question when I felt the push of the plastic against my ass. He dipped his finger into my sex and rubbed my ass to slick it up and ready it. Then he pushed it in, just a little bit. But as he pushed it deeper, he began thrusting again. The feeling was intense, the vibrations pulsed throughout my entire body. As it got deeper his thrusts increased in intensity until he was taking me hard with both his hard length and the vibrator. I had never experienced anything like it, the feeling of the double penetration had me sobbing because I didn’t know whether to just give in and let the intensity overtake me or actively participate in the act. I finally chose to just give in, just let it come, let him hold me rigid and take me in every way he could.
 

I knew we had to be quiet, my house was small, the walls thin, but when I came, I screamed so loud I had to press my face into the pillow to muffle it. Blake went over the edge with me. He pounded into me over and over again, emptying himself into my body. He managed to keep it much quieter, but I could tell by the way he was shaking that he didn’t make it through unscathed.
 

He left the vibrator in me until I couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t, please Blake, please, no more.” And finally he removed it, pulling me up to him, his dick slipping from me, both of us spent.
 

“It’s you and me, you got that, Lex? After this shit, I’m not letting you out of my sight. It’s the fucking end of the world and I meet the perfect woman. I can’t believe we met like this. We are sticking together, to the end. Right?”

“Yes,” I nodded. He looked so worried when I turned to face him. I kissed him because he looked like he needed it. The resulting kiss wasn’t the usual passion I was used to, it was desperate, full of need.
 

“We shouldn’t have done this here. We should have waited to get back to the boat, I just can’t help myself around you.” He pulled me into a tight embrace and I closed my eyes as he held me close. I could almost, just almost, believe we had a chance if we stuck together.
 

SEVEN | Aim for the Head

The truck bed was full when we loaded everything into it. We were definitely loaded for bear now. Obviously I had more stuff than I realized. We still had plenty of daylight, which was a good thing since we would have to load all these supplies onto the ship and put them away in a safe place. Blake said he had spotted a larger boat at the dock when we arrived, which would hopefully cut down on our back and forth trips to the our boat.
 
I hoped our luck would hold out a little longer to get these supplies in place.
 

The trip back to the dock was uneventful. We spotted at least ten zombies, but there was no way they could catch up with us in the truck. Charlie also proved himself useful, coming to attention and alerting us if one was close. But, nothing came close enough to matter, alive or dead. No one alive showed themselves. It was scary to think that the city had been overtaken so easily. I hoped that it was just a matter of everyone hiding within their homes. I didn’t want to ponder the alternative…everyone dead.
 

As we drove over the levee I realized our luck had finally run out. A group of zombies, dressed similar to the zombie we killed this morning, were milling about the shipyard. These men must have been attacked at their work, which I assumed was a large warehouse to the West of the office building since they were still dressed in coveralls.
 

“We’ll do this fast, just go for them with the ax, take out the head. Don’t chop down on the skull, go for the side.” Blake had taken a machete from my garage and he was ready to do some chopping himself.
 

“I’ll go for the one on the right first,” I said and he nodded. We came out swinging. My ax made contact with the first one’s neck and instead of gushing, the arterial blood just oozed. The blow must not have been strong enough though because he kept coming for me. Another swing practically took the top of its head off and finally he went down. I turned to help Blake, but he didn’t need any assistance, the two other zombies lay at his feet, heads split open.
 

“I think I need a machete.”

“I’ll get you one,” he smirked. “Alright, back in the truck. Get back it onto the dock. I’m going in to try and get the key to that service boat.”

I got behind the wheel and backed the truck up onto the dock. It was a nail-biting experience, big truck, little dock, reverse, not my specialty. But, I did it, only scraping the side twice.
 
It didn’t help that I was worried about Blake, alone, in the building.
 

I was pacing the length of the dock, with Charlie at my heel when he finally ran out to meet me. He had key in hand, and we immediately began loading the boat with all the supplies. It was a small vessel, probably used to ferry personnel back and forth to the larger tugs, but there was enough room to fit everything I had packed up from my house.
 

The loading and unloading of the boat went easy and by dusk we had everything packed away on our boat. I was worn out and I could tell Blake was too, but he wanted to get moving before it was full night. He knew a place he wanted to tie up for the evening, a place near his home which he was hoping on hitting tomorrow.
 

Blake’s had mentioned that his house was located in Uptown New Orleans, which was in the opposite direction, upriver back toward the French Quarter and ground zero. We had passed up his home to get to mine, which I wasn’t too happy about. He explained he had assumed I was near him and just went with it as I directed him to my neighborhood.
 
So, back we went, what would normally be a five minute trip by car took us a little longer, it was slow going on the river because we kept close to the bank so he could pinpoint our location using landmarks.
 

We pulled up to a barge just as full darkness hit and Blake decided this was as good a place as any to tie up for the night. We were both completely wiped and I had no objection when he dragged me to bed. I would have liked to have a repeat of last night, but there was no question sleep was the priority. I think I was actually dreaming before my head hit the pillow.
 

Two nights down in this post-apocalyptic world.
 

EIGHT | Cheerful Yellow Walls

Blake was a machine and he was on a mission. We woke at first light, or at least I did. Blake was already up with our bags packed. I followed his lead and slipped into some of the clothes I had procured yesterday.
 

He rewarded me with a warm kiss in greeting when I met him on deck. The tingle it sent through my body was unexpected and enjoyable. I wanted him again, but we didn’t have time. Busy, busy surviving bees.
 

“We can actually reach the bank from this barge. We’ll have to jump a few feet from this one to the one in the parallel position, but it won’t be a challenge. The challenge is going to be crossing the warehouse area and the tracks. My house is located near Children’s Hospital, which is actually something I’m really worried about. There might be a concentration of zombies in that area because of people that sought help for bites during the initial outbreak. Bunch of fucking kid zombies.” He shivered in disgust.
 

“Can we avoid the area, maybe detour up a back way?” I asked.

“I’m going to try to get us up State Street instead of Henry Clay, which is where Children’s is located. We’ll make a left on Tchoup and then my house is located at the midway point down a side street. I want to keep a fast pace, how is your stamina?” He looked me up and down as if he was assessing my fitness level.
 

“I’m not a long distance runner if that is what you’re asking, I fucking hate running.”
 

“We’re going to have to work on that.”

“I doubt my fitness is going to be hard to maintain in this world. Running from zombies sure motivates a girl.”
 

“Yeah, fat doesn’t stick to end of the world survivors,” he laughed and shook his head as if embarrassed for saying fat.
 
“Speaking of which, let’s grab a protein bar and get started. I want to be back on this boat by noon.”

“You think we can move that quickly?”

“Yes, and I don’t have a lot of supplies to grab at my house, mostly arms and ammo. Do you want to take Charlie?” He motioned to the dog that was pacing the foredeck.
 

“No, if it’s only going to be a quick trip. I’ll leave food out and he can guard the boat.” I whistled for Charlie. “Charlie,
achtung
!” I put bowls of food and water down for him.

“Charlie,
bleib
!” And the beautiful boy sat down on his haunches and went on alert. “He’ll stay on the boat.”

“Perfect.” Blake scratched Charlie behind his ear and the dog whined in response.
 

“Alright, let’s do this.” I took a big bite of a very gooey protein bar and smiled, realizing too late that I probably had chocolate teeth.
Smooth, Alexis.
 

Blake just shook his head amused and handed me a pack, slinging his own onto his broad back.
 

We easily jumped from one barge to the other. I had a sickening thought of falling into the water between the barges, but it was only a small jump of about four feet and I cleared it with plenty of room to spare. After that, it was as simple as getting on the docks and making our way to the warehouses in the distance.
 

Blake was ready for anything when we entered the yard. He made his way in a shooter’s stance, gun drawn and ready as we crept along.
 
We had an extensive line of sight once we passed the storage yard, which allowed us to relax and pace ourselves. It wasn’t until we cleared the flood-walls that we encountered resistance. They were on us almost immediately.
 

“I don’t want to shoot them, but there is too many,” Blake hissed as he thrust his knife into the head of an attacking zombie.
 

“They can hear,” I called, noticing a small group turned at the sound of our voices and began heading in our direction. I wanted desperately to draw my gun and shoot them, but it would just draw more.