Free Run (Nola Zombies Book 1) by Gillian Zane Page A

do was sink to the floor and wait for him to come back. It took him a long time and I wondered what he was doing to make this place safe. Would it hold? Could we possible withstand an attack by those things? I couldn’t deal with this anymore. Was it really worth it surviving in this world?  

    When he returned I pushed all those negative thoughts away. He picked me up as if I was a child and carried me to the bathroom.  

    “Let’s get you cleaned up.”  

    I let him undress me and put me in the warm shower. I let him soap me up and clean my body. I still wasn’t back to normal, but I was trying hard to come out of the state of darkness I was falling into. Each moment was being replayed over and over again in my head and I couldn’t stop it. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get it to stop. I knew I had to pull myself together, I just didn’t know how to put everything into perspective.

    His touches weren’t sexual, they were to help and heal. The wonderful man even dried me off. By the time he showed me to his room with the big ass bed, I was so grateful for finding him I could have cried.  
    Instead of thank you and crying, I showed him how much I appreciated him with what we did best. Passion. I pulled him to me and tried to kiss away everything   that happened earlier.

    Kisses turned into touches. Touches turned into strokes. Soon our desperate kisses and strokes turned heated and he pushed me onto the bed.   I was soon spread out on my back with his face buried between my legs. Everything forgotten. For now.

    His naughty tongue licked me while his fingers circled and pulled on my clit. Up and down he licked every part of my me, thrusting his tongue inside my vagina along with his fingers. He took me with three digits until I came around them.   He lapped up my juices with enthusiasm and I couldn’t contain my shouts of pleasure. I barely had time to recover before his body was above mine and his dick was pushing into me.  

    His kisses tasted of me, but I didn’t care and our tongues tangled as our bodies slapped together. It didn’t take long for us to be right on the edge. I needed to speed things along, I needed to come. I couldn’t help myself, my fingers dipped down and I touched my clit as his dick pushed inside me, thrusting hard.  

    “Oh yeah, Lex, touch yourself.” He looked down at our joined bodies, his dick buried deep inside me, my fingers pressed to my clit. I was desperate to come. I needed to forget.   He stiffened and then pumped hard into me with his orgasm. The feel of his release triggered my own and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. When we were sated, we didn’t move away from each other. He stayed inside me and we fell asleep still in each other’s arms.  

    Three days into the apocalypse and I didn’t want to leave this room or the comfort of his arms, ever .

TEN | Domestic Goddess

    When I woke the next morning, I came to not knowing where I was. A quick glance over at Blake had me blushing as I remembered my behavior from the day before. I had to use the restroom so I slipped on a t-shirt from his drawer that was nice and big and padded on bare feet to the toilet. Luckily the water was still running and I managed to clean up, brush my teeth and even got my hair in some semblance of order.

    I was making coffee using the tea kettle, since there was no power, only gas, when I noticed he was standing there watching me. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and a very sexy grin on his face.

    “You look good in my clothes and in my kitchen.”

    “I’m being all domestic.”

    “I like it.”

    “You would, you are such an Alpha.”

    “Oh baby, you like my Alpha.” He pulled me to him and kissed me.

    “I do,” I whispered against his mouth. He growled when I bit his bottom lip playfully. When I pulled back I noticed he was erect and straining against his boxers.   “You are insatiable.”   I pointed to his groin.

    “I am.” He