Chapter 30
Kid sat behind the wheel of the semitractor, driving down the highway.
He and the guys had been on the road for over a month and were finally heading back to the Winged Justice’s hideout. They’d been on the hunt, taking care of some of the grundars that had sieged the earth during Janka’s reign of terror.
Kid enjoyed the sensation of Trey’s hand on his leg. As he turned to his man—well, higherling—he saw Trey passed the fuck out beside him, getting some rest.
He smirked.
On the other side of Trey, Aerysn played around on his iPhone, likely checking for more stories about packs of grundars to figure out some places to hit up. As time went on, the grundars congregated into larger and larger packs, which made hunting them a hell of a lot easier. Well, the getting-them-in-one-place part. Killing them was a whole other story.
Kid checked the side-view mirror. A team of twenty members of the Winged Justice tailed him. Fyrow, Quintz, and Lanzar zigzagged on their bikes. A little game, he figured. In their time since they’d begun hunting together, the three had become quite a team…and shamelessly flaunted the trouple they’d created. It was good for Quintz, Kid could tell, as he’d seemed kind of bummed for some time after they’d claimed victory over Janka’s apocalypse.
Kid drove on for nearly half an hour more before shaking Trey’s leg. “We’re getting close,” Kid said, eyeing Treycore, who looked at him like he was fucking proud as shit of his man’s new abilities.
When they neared a pack of grundars by a couple of miles or so, Kid could sense where they were hiding. He’d become an instrumental part of hunting them with the Winged Justice, leading their teams to find some of the larger packs while humans managed the smaller ones in what armies they’d created to combat the nightmare that had fallen upon them several months earlier.
Kid followed his instincts, this sort of psychic connection he’d developed, getting off at a nearby street. He’d acquired a few gifts since his encounter with the Christ—talents that, though not nearly as powerful as what he’d experienced when in its presence, came in handy.
Not long after turning onto the street, he came upon a massive wreckage—several mid-rise buildings, windows shattered, bodies scattered about. The grundars had come upon the place just a few hours earlier.
Kid stopped the tractor alongside the road. “My sword?” Kid asked, turning to Trey. “Time for Daddy to take care of some things.”
Treycore smirked. “Hold the fuck up,” he said. “I think someone owes me a kiss before we take care of business.”
Kid leaned in to him and pressed his lips softly against Trey’s, something that obviously wasn’t enough since Treycore grabbed the back of his head and slid his tongue between Kid’s lips. He shoved him back against the driver’s seat window, stealing a moment, claiming it the way he so frequently claimed Kid’s hole. His hands were greedy, sliding between the open placket of the cut-off sleeve flannel shirt Kid wore. He felt his way across Kid’s abdomen, and Kid struggled not to get caught up in the moment, something he realized was futile. He wrapped his arms around Trey and held the back of his head, keeping him close.
When they pulled away for a moment to breathe, Aerysn said, “Okay, boys. I think it’s time we get started. We’ve got work to do.”
A round of applause came from outside, and Kid turned to see an audience of Winged Justice members enjoying their moment.
“Uh-oh. Guess we’d better go,” Trey said.
“Don’t worry,” Kid said. “I’ll protect you from the big bad monsters.”
Treycore chuckled. “I bet you will.”
They got out of the truck and joined up with the other guys.
“Looks like they’ve come and gone,” Lanzar said, approaching Kid.
Treycore winced. “I think he has an idea of what he’s doing by now.”
“Hey, maybe your girlfriend is broken.”
“Quit flirting with Kid,” Quintz warned as he came up alongside Lanzar.
Lanzar approached him and said, “Don’t worry, baby. You know I only have eyes for you…and Fyrow only because I have to.”
“Who the fuck says I was jealous of you?” Quintz asked. “I meant you don’t get to have a three-way with Kid and Trey without us.” He winked at Lanzar, who forced a kiss on him. As he pulled away, he said, “You sly motherfucker.”
“Okay, Daddy is going to take care of the monsters while you all set up an orgy with Trey.”
Treycore growled. Kid wasn’t serious, but he liked hearing Trey at his most overprotective. “Again, not happening,” he told the guys as Kid stepped up to the curb.
Kid closed his eyes and reached his arms out to his sides. He found that was the easiest position for him to concentrate in, to listen. He heard the growls, the same ones he’d sensed, that had led him to that point.
“Come to Kid,” he muttered.
