“Yours,” he cries out, his voice hoarse. “Always yours.”
I rut faster and accidentally press the button on the vibrator because the hums jack up in intensity. “FUCK! Jesus, fuck!”
A blinding force shoots through my body, my balls tightening as I fuck Cal until I come so hard a strangled roar, like some mythical beast would emit, literally breaks free.
My ears ring and my eyes are closed, mouth agape while my cock fills his ass. When Cal starts squeezing me, I swear I’m about to have a heart attack and die.
“Mac . . . too much. . .” Cal’s voice is muffled, but I know the feeling, my own cock too sensitive as well.
Withdrawing, then turning off the toy, I slowly pull it out as Cal’s body gives a few jerks before fully collapsing against the mattress.
I gently toss the vibrator onto the ground, then scoop him up into my arms. “You okay?”
His eyes are glazed, and he buries his face into my chest.
“Cal?”
He nuzzles deeper into me.
A knock grabs my attention and I look up. Rex comes in, handing me a glass of water, though it looks a bit cloudy. “There’s sugar in it. Orange juice would’ve been better but . . . fuck this world right?”
He pulls Cal away from me, and I reflexively tighten my grip until he looks at the glass, a silent direction that Cal needs to drink.
After Cal drinks half the glass, he nuzzles back into me just as Devon walks in with a spare blanket. Satan’s spawn looks at the cum on the bed, then snorts, only for Rex to flick his ear.
I know my friend would’ve loved to slap the shit upside the head, but we’ve all been careful with Devon’s concussion.
Rex places the blanket over Cal and me. “Stay awake. I know you’re tired but just keep your eyes open ’til he comes out of it.”
I look up at my friend. “Thanks.”
He nods, then shoves Devon forward and out the door, only the little shit stops and looks at me. “Got another one of those toys somewhere?”
This time, I can’t help but chuckle. Rex told me Devon had been a virgin when they met, but damn—never seen someone so curious.
So mischievous.
Rex may die before me. That kid no doubt spikes his blood pressure daily.
When the door to the room shuts, I curl my arms tighter around Cal, who’s fast asleep, then kiss his forehead. “Love you, Cal. With everything I am.”
Chapter 8
Rex and I walk a quarter of a mile west into the woods toward the weapons cache I built over the past few years. Besides watching out for Cal, I’d traveled some, collecting what I could.
“Outside of the shit I have in the house and root cellar, I created this in case I had to bail fast.”
Rex shakes his head, a stupid grin plastered on his face. “Turned into a fucking prepper.”
“Don’t knock it. They’re the reason I have most of this stuff. Prepped against a lot of things but couldn’t keep safe from that fucking virus.”
Very few could.
No one knows why some were able to fight it off when most couldn’t, or even why some people are naturally immune.
Hell, no one really knows where it came from either. Though, wouldn’t be surprised if someone was tinkering around in a science lab.
Fuckers always think just because they can, they should. Guess nature turned around and gave us all the finger.
