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“No food!” Caleb exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “Let’s go.”

I laughed at his dramatics as I grabbed my bag and tossed it into the truck. We ensured we didn’t leave anything behind, and they opened the big door so we could back the trucks out. Once the trucks were out, Ethan and Pike lowered the door back down, and it was like we had never been there. Ethan jumped in with Boone, and Pike came to my side of the truck. I expected him to open the back door and get in. Instead, he opened the front door and climbed up on the runner.

“Scoot,” he ordered.

“What? Why?” I asked as I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid to the middle seat. Caleb grinned at me and immediately put his arm around my shoulders.

“Because I’m not riding back home cramped in that back seat,” he said, climbing in and slamming the door shut behind him. Caleb pulled onto the main road out of town, and Boone followed.

“There’s plenty of room back there,” I said to him as I looked over the seat. I cringed when I saw how little legroom there was. A man as tall as Pike would not be comfortable back there for more than five minutes.

“Then you sit back there,” he responded.

“No, thank you,” I said, facing the front. I pulled the makeshift map I had made from my jeans pocket and smoothed it across my lap. Now we had to find our way home using roads, which might not be so easy. I flipped the page over and began to map out our trip, starting from the bottom. As we left town, we saw a message that had been left in spray paint on the welcome to Wilsonville sign. ‘Town infected. Do not enter.’

“Well, that explains why the town is still so stocked. They must have fallen early, someone left that message as a warning, and nobody was willing to risk it. Eventually, it was forgotten about altogether,” Caleb said.

“Must have. Their downfall was our good fortune,” Pike replied. I remained silent. It felt wrong to comment on it. On the one hand, I was grateful everyone had stayed away because we had all these supplies to bring back. But on the other hand, that meant that there was a ticking time bomb back in that school that we needed to deal with and could explode at any given moment.

Chapter eleven

Thetruckfellsilentas we drove, everyone lost in their thoughts. I studiously continued marking roads down as we went. It took a couple of hours, but we finally reached the road to our house. Satisfied we were on the right track, I pocketed the map again. Believe it or not, that was boring as shit. Everyone in the truck had noticeably relaxed now that we knew where we were going. I looked sideways at Caleb, who was busy driving, and then at Pike.

“Hey, Pike?” I said casually.

“What’s up, Sweetling?”

“Kiss me.” The truck swerved as Caleb jerked the wheel at my sudden request.

Pike stilled, then turned his head to look at me. “You want to repeat that?”

I took a deep breath and crawled into Pike’s lap, facing him with my knees on either side. “I said kiss me.” His hands reached into my hair, removing the hair tie that held it in a pile on my head so he could tangle his fingers in it and pull my lips to his.

The kiss started slow and tentative like he was scared to spook me, but I wouldn’t be spooked this time. I took control of the kiss and deepened it, swiping my tongue across his and teasing it to come out and play with me. Pike quickly followed my lead and tightened his grip on my hair, holding me in place as he devoured me.

I started rocking my hips, searching for any friction I could get as I felt myself get wet. Unfortunately, I couldn’t quite get the right angle with the way we were seated. His right hand left my hair, and I could hear him fumbling around for something before the back of the seat suddenly dropped back. His hands moved to my hips and adjusted me so that his hard cock was pushing against my pussy. I moaned into his mouth as he moved my hips so that I was grinding against him.

“Fuck yes,” I said, breaking the kiss. His lips found my neck, and he began to suck and bite it. “I need, I need…” Fuck, what did I need? I needed everything.

“I got you, Sweetling. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry,” Pike said as he held me tightly and flipped us so that I was on the seat and he was on top of me. He pumped his hips, rubbing his cock against me a few times while he kissed me deeply. I moaned as his lips left mine, and he began trailing kisses down my neck. He shoved my shirt and bra up to expose my tits and sucked a nipple into his mouth, making me writhe beneath him. When satisfied with his work on that nipple, he moved to the other and did the same.

“Fucking hell, you guys are going to kill me,” Caleb moaned. I could feel the truck moving all over the road.

“Just make sure you don’t kill us,” I gasped as Pike’s teeth closed around my nipple, adding a bite of pain to my pleasure. He released my nipple and left kisses along my stomach. He swirled his tongue in my belly button, making me giggle, before moving his lips to my side and biting my hip, making me cry out. “Jesus, you’re bitey,” I muttered. He soothed the bite with his tongue as he found the lever to slide the seat back. It jolted back about four inches. It wasn’t much, but it did give him the room to maneuver his big body on the floor in front of me.

His hands slid up my legs to the button of my jeans. He unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper before slipping his fingers into the waistband and grabbing my panties. He paused and gave me a questioning look, one last chance to back out. I nodded at him, sliding my hands up to play with my nipples.

His eyes tracked the movement, and he grinned at me. “Now, Sweetling,” he said as he slowly peeled my pants and underwear down my legs. “As much as I would love to sink my cock into you, one, I don’t think you’re quite ready for that. And two, the first time any of us fucks you, it will not be in a truck.” He paused to remove my shoes and socks to slide my pants off my legs completely. Once they were off, he tossed them at Caleb, who whipped them back at his head with a growl.

Pike laughed and repositioned me so Caleb could get a better view. “I will, however, do as you asked and kiss you,” Pike said with a wink. “And after skipping breakfast, I’m about to eat like a king.” He trailed love bites and kisses up and down my thighs, teasing me.

“Pike,” I begged, “please.”

“Stop fucking teasing her, man, or I’ll pull this fucking truck over and show you how to fucking do it right,” Caleb growled.

Pike suddenly buried his face in my pussy. He didn’t start slow. He just went for it. “Fuck off,” came his muffled reply to Caleb. I was so worked up that I didn’t have time to feel weird or panicky about this. It helped that this was something completely new that hadn’t been predisposed to traumatic experiences.

I tried to move my hips against his face, but Pike placed an arm across them to pin me down and keep me still. I moaned as his tongue slid into me like a shovel, scooping out my juices. I whimpered at the loss when he lifted his mouth from me. “Open your eyes, Bailey,” he ordered. “Open your eyes and look at Caleb and watch him. See how badly he wants you and wishes he could trade places with me.”

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