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I snickered at his joke as he tangled his hands in my hair and pushed more of his cock into my mouth.
“What bleachers?” Jack asked, his confusion evident.
“Nothing for you to worry about, brother. Just a little fun Red and I got up to in town.”
Jack let it go for now, but knowing him, he’d bring it up again. Bryce picked up the pace, bringing everyone’s attention back to the task at hand, which was fucking me stupid apparently. I was so full, and they were hitting all the right spots so well that I began to have a hard time focusing. This was what sex was supposed to feel like. It wasn’t supposed to have ulterior motives. I had forgotten that in the last four years, to the pointwhere I thought I was broken. Maybe I was, and I needed these three men to put me back together again.
A sharp slap on my ass brought me out of my thoughts again. “Stop overthinking everything, Dyana,” Bryce ordered. “Just feel it. Stay here with us and feel it.”
The tempo increased again, and that’s when my brain started to scramble. I let go of the last of the control I was holding onto for dear life and sank into the moment. Nothing else mattered outside our tower. I pulled out of Evan’s grasp, freeing my mouth. “Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Are you sure?” Jack asked.
“Fucking positive.” I looked up at Evan. “Do your worst.”
Evan grinned down at me as he fisted my hair and forced himself back into my willing mouth. He fucked my throat with abandon, trusting me to know my limits and stop him if he went too far. Seeing this, Jack and Bryce quickly matched his energy and soon all I could do was moan around Evan’s cock and take deep breaths when he allowed me to. Everything was just a little fuzzy, and I felt like my entire body was vibrating. White lights appeared in my vision as my orgasm crashed into me. It wasn’t more than thirty seconds before the guys came too.
“Oh, fuck,” Bryce groaned as he and Jack flooded my pussy with their cum.
I moaned in approval as I swallowed as quickly as I could, not wanting to spill a drop of Evan’s seed. Once Evan released me, I collapsed on top of Jack, completely spent. As I floated on an endorphin high, I relished knowing that I didn’t have to do a fucking thing but enjoy it. I didn’t have the uncontrollable desire to shower them off of me immediately. I didn’t have to quickly dress and sneak off before their wives came around. I didn’t have to remember what the next steps in my plan were. All I had to do was bask in their love and trust that they would keep me safe.
That was new.
Chapter thirteen
Bryce
1 Month Later
Itipped the water can slightly to water the pepper plants. When I thought of my future, growing my food was never part of it. Growing up as poor as I did, I should have. But I was a kid, and kids don’t always think of those things. Then, when I got out and had money, why would I even think about growing food when I could buy it? Luckily, Cora had this fantastic bunker, and lately, I had become obsessed with the growing process. It amazed me how much growth there was underground. I understood the science behind it with the grow lights, but it was still astounding. I also found tending the crops incredibly soothing and made me feel like I had a purpose. That even though I took life with my bare hands, they were capable of providing for my family.
The last month had been, well, at the risk of sounding cheesy, perfect. Our relationship with Dyana was flourishing. Every day,she opened up to us more and let a little more of the guilt she’d been carrying on her shoulders go. Everybody saw the change in her. Isaac had told me the other night that it was good to see her finally settling in. Due to the way she came into their lives, Dyana had never truly settled with them until we got here.
The chickens had settled in, which had me thinking about other animals we could bring back. We’d have to find them first, which might take some time, but the thought of finding some cows and having fresh milk again made any obstacle feel worth it. Not that I didn’t appreciate the powdered milk that Cora had stocked, it just wasn’t the same. If we were going to get more animals, though, we’d need to do some deforestation. Evan will undoubtedly handle the logistics when the time comes. That man’s brain is always looking for another improvement.
“I thought I’d find you here,” Dyana said from the doorway, interrupting my thoughts. “You do know that a watched crop never grows, right?”
I chuckled at her lame joke. We were getting more and more of those lately, too. And every time Jack heard her make one, he relaxed a little more. “It’s peaceful down here,” I replied.
Dyana nodded. “My spot is the orchard. I love sitting among the fruit trees with the sun shining down on me. A slight breeze blowing through my hair while I watch the birds and the bees flutter around. It reminds me that not everything in this world is shit.”
My heart clenched, and I set the water can down to hug Dyana. We hadn’t had the best time since the apocalypse started, but our challenges were nothing compared to what Dyana had gone through. Nobody deserved to endure the atrocities that she has endured. The fact that she never gave up is a true testament to her strength. I wasn’t sure that I would have continued to persevere if I had been in her shoes. There wasn’t anything I could say to fix her past, so I simply held her and tried notto preen when she let me, leaning into me and allowing me to support her weight. We had come so far in what felt like such a short amount of time that sometimes I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real.
“I have something for you,” Dyana said after a few more minutes. She stepped back and pulled something from her back pocket. With a flourish, she presented the egg to me. “Hard-boiled egg?”
“Really?” I asked excitedly. We had finally started getting eggs from the hens last week. We had waited until we had enough to feed everyone, and then had the best breakfast I’d had in my entire life. It was nearly orgasmic, which sounded silly, but no less true. I snatched the egg from her and peeled it, tossing the shells into the crop beds. Once I had the egg shelled, I held it up like it was a precious gem. With far more flair than was normal, I popped the entire thing into my mouth and moaned as the flavors burst in my mouth.
“Oh my God!” Dyana laughed. “You could have savored it.”
“I am,” I mumbled around the egg. I accepted the glass of water Dyana had fetched for me to help wash the yolk down, and then looked at her hopefully. “Got any more?”
Dyana pulled another egg out and held it up. “Well, I was going to give you this one, but with the way you ate the last one like a fucking heathen, I think I might keep it for myself. I’m not sure you appreciate it enough.”
The hell she would. I stalked toward her. “Give me the egg, Sweetheart, and nobody gets hurt.”
Dyana giggled as she backed up, matching me step for step. “If you want it, you’ll have to come get it,” she teased.
I growled playfully as I darted toward her. Dyana shrieked, her laughter filling the room as she took off, weaving through the raised beds. Seeing her path, I cut toward the right and waited behind the corn for her to appear. Dyana screamed when Igrabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the ground as she ran by. “I said give me that egg, woman,” I growled, blowing a raspberry on the side of her neck.
