Page 27 of The Red Rider
“You’re in for a treat. Solomon does amazing things with meat and a firepit when we need to slaughter an animal. We found a warehouse that was still pretty well stocked. He combined this and that and made this amazing rub for the pigs. Sarah and James are two of my best pilots, but they grew up on farms. They were able to get so many things growing here, and four of my snipers do beautiful things with fruits and vegetables. Everyone here contributes in their own way, and we have civilians here too who cook sometimes. Stephanie is a civilian, and she’s conscripted several for her brewery.”
Dice was talking about all the soldiers and civilians here like a proud father. I realized something about him. I knew he was proud of stealing those bombs, so they had no choice but to end the war, but I think he was prouder about all the people that were currently alive and in Florida.
Dice had his crazy side, but he was also a good person. He helped me get back a lot of my memories, and all these soldiers and civilians were alive because of him. I wasn’t planning on collecting all of the Horsemen as boyfriends, but as far as falling in love went, Dice was an excellent choice to have that happen with.
Chapter 16
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hould I have felt the slightest bit weird I just added another boyfriend to my harem and was mowing my way through delicious roast pig in his lap in front of the entire remaining military in the United States? Because I didn’t feel weird and no one here seemed to give a shit I made out with their supreme commander but was getting plenty of PDA from Aeron and Leif. It was actually kind of nice that the end of the world meant people were less of judgemental prudes.
I was having a blast. It was easy to forget some awful people destroyed the happiest place on earth, and now it was some sort of military base. The food and company were excellent. I didn’t know if they were soldiers or civilians since people were dressed in clothes they could salvage, but there was live music with dinner.
Someone had an acoustic guitar, a violin, and another person had found a tub and was playing the drums. They were good. It could only be original music because the lyrics were all about killing zombies. I may have been fucked in the head, but I was laughing at some of them. There’s nothing quite like a violin wailing while a woman with a snake tattoo around her arms belts out a tune about the crunching sound when you bash a Rage Head’s skull in.
We were all fucked in the head because Dice, Aeron, and Leif were laughing too. After we’d totally stuffed ourselves with food, Dice jumped up and asked me to dance. I was a little shocked Aeron got up to dance with us, but totally not shocked Leif did.
Okay, angels were fabulous dancers, and I was having a blast. This was fucking amazing. Dice built something special here. All the settlements I’d been to so far were different. California had high walls and was policed by gangs, but Jade ran a tight ship.
The military now ran Mexico, but Florida was totally different. I hadn’t seen a single person in uniform and no guns. Everyone here was relaxed and joking. They were celebrating they had fresh meat and an entire pig this time. From what Dice told me over dinner, people only had meat for dinner if they successfully hunted it or one of the animals had to be put down. If someone successfully hunted a larger animal, it was shared with as many people as possible.
It was just so fucking nice to be around so many people celebrating. It was also fucking lovely to be smashed between three angels while we danced. I wasn’t the only one reacting. My nipples were rock hard, and it wasn’t like Aeron and Leif could hide their erections with what they were packing in their pants. A quick glance down confirmed at least three angels I’d met so far had been extraordinarily blessed in the cock department when they were created.
I was trying to make it a point to grind my ass against all three cocks, and I have to say, I was doing a pretty good job of ass to cock distribution. Aeron was letting out his signature growls, Leif would let out a soft moan, and Dice would straight up smack my ass. My ass was probably covered in his handprints and stinging like fire, but I totally wanted to explore his need to slap my ass repeatedly.
If they weren’t going to say anything, I was.
“How about we take the spanking, growling, and moaning back to Dice’s room?”
They didn’t respond except for a growl, moan, and a spank. I was practically yanked off my feet when two angels grabbed my hands, and they took off running towards the hotel. Dice was hot on our heels. I threw back my head and laughed as we stumbled back to Dice’s room like horny teenagers. Okay, most teenagers didn’t have foursomes, or that would be totally fucked up. I wasn’t even having sex with one person when I was a teenager, much less three.
The angels didn’t want to wait on all those stairs. As soon as we got to the stairwell, Aeron practically tackled me and zapped me upstairs. I had to commend him on his aim because the bed was right there. Perfect. I shoved Aeron on the bed. In any normal situation, I wouldn’t have been able to push Aeron anywhere, but he knew naked time was coming, so he let me.
Dice and Leif appeared behind and started kissing my neck and shoulders. I tugged at my shirt.
“Help me get this off.”
Dice cleared his throat.
“May I have this dance? I’m sure you’ve got ideas in your head for a group thing, but can I have you to myself for our first time?”
I looked at Aeron, sprawled on the bed. I already knew Leif would be okay with it. Leif went with the flow and seemed okay with anything thrown his way. Aeron was the one who got grumpy about Dice. I thought they had worked their issues out, but that was before I developed feelings for Dice. Was Aeron going to pitch a fit and insist the only way I could be with Dice was if he was with us? He was fine when I was alone with Leif, but there was something about Dice that bothered him.
Or maybe not. Aeron just jumped off the bed and glared at Dice.
“None of your kinky shit.”
I smacked Aeron’s arm.
“Iwantthe kinky shit, asshole. Wait, how kinky are we talking about, Dice?”
“Why? What are your limits?”
“If I see a permanent mark on her perfect skin, I’ll rip your fucking wings off,” Aeron growled.
I raised my hand.
“Scars are a hard no. No poop, either.”
