Page 35 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

Aly

Hurting absolutely beautifully from last night, I groan as I take in my guys piled on the bed around me.

It’s a tight squeeze on the full-size mattress, but comfortable.

Soothing. The close proximity is a balm for each of us after what we’ve endured, and continue to survive through, on our journey to Tryon Palace.

Who knew a trip that would have been a simple two-to-three-hour car ride in normal times would turn into... well this?

I’d like to assume that, after an hour of driving, we’ve at least made it halfway, but I’m not quite sure.

We stumbled upon this place in the middle of the night, and until we start to see a town or a cross street, guessing is all we can do.

To be honest, I’m perfectly find resting here for a few days if we’re able .

Especially after last night.

I had high hopes for my little game. Was waiting for them to say fuck the rules and pounce on me like animals.

To rip me away from Jax and use me like their little fuck puppet until first light and even after that.

But when they reached for each other’s cocks?

My world imploded. My wildest fantasies had become real in stunning vibrancy.

And then... When they kissed? I thought I’d died right then and there.

Gone to heaven, was greeted by the angels, and was gifted one final wish before I passed through those pearly gates.

But it was real. And beautiful. And... absolute stunning perfection.

Am I sad I didn’t get to join in? That they didn’t include me in their explorations?

Not at all. Hawk and Cole did exactly what they wanted and needed to do at that moment.

My little game just so happened to give them the nudge they needed to act on their concealed desires.

Besides, I know they love me, and can guarantee, after witnessing the chemistry exploding between them and Hawk’s declaration of ‘no regrets’ , there will be other times for us to push those boundaries again.

Lifting my arms over my head, I arch my back, stretching my stiff muscles and cracking my aching bones with a light moan.

The soft sound brings the arm wrapped around my stomach to life.

I know women are typically attracted to a guy’s chest, bulging arm muscles, perfect teeth, or a firm, taut ass—which I totally am, don’t get me wrong, and my guys absolutely fill that quota—but there’s something to be said for a man with gorgeous hands.

Drawn to it like a moth to a flame, I simply cannot tear my eyes from the veiny goodness of Cole’s hand flexing on my stomach.

In the past, I would have lifted his hand and directed it to my hip, my boobs, anywhere but there—definitely not there—but as I arch my back even further, allowing him to really grab at me, I can’t seem to care one bit.

He loves my body, just as the others do, and I will gladly let them have every bit of me that they want, even the extra loose skin on my belly.

Cole groans behind me, pressing his hard length against my hip while nudging my shoulder with his nose, and then his teeth. He nips at my skin, pulling me further against him and his gigantic cock just as Jax notices on my other side.

“Nope. Mine. Get back over here.” He grumbles groggily while throwing his leg over my hip, holding me hostage. The massive limb covers me almost completely from my stomach to my toes, and captures Cole’s hand in between us... as well as kneeing Hawk right in his face.

“Aaaaah...,” Hawk groans from between my legs, caught quite literally between two hard places as Jax settles his leg on top of Hawk’s shoulders and back. “Dude...,” he mumbles.

“What?”

“ DUDE,” he implores. My giggles, no longer able to be held back at the sight before me.

“What??” Jax repeats unbothered, not even opening his eyes at Hawk’s annoyance .

“It’s not fucking funny!” Hawk’s muffled protests are barely discernable over my reeling laughter. He lies there, on his stomach, sandwiched in between my legs, and face-to-face with Jax’s crotch. Jax’s very naked crotch since we all went to bed without worrying about clothing last night.

Deciding this was the perfect time to tease me, Cole slips his hand underneath Hawk’s head, locates my clit with expert finesse, and primes me to molten lava.

Unable to keep it in, I moan and search for Cole’s mouth, but he presses his nose against my chin, turning me towards Jax’s waiting lips.

He presses against me, earnestly rocking his hips into my side as he does so.

“IT’S FUCKING GROWING!!!”

Jax pulls back, chuckling to himself. “Yeah, well I warned you. I’ve been warning you.

And you just don’t listen. If you’re gonna be down there, mouth open, next to my dick, when you know we’re all buck ass fucking naked, you gotta understand the potential consequences.

” He rocks his hips again, groaning as his lips return to mine, our tongues clashing in the early morning, but then. ..Hawk screeches.

“IT’S TOUCHING MY CHIN! IT’S TOUCHING MY CHIN! OFF! OFF! OFF!” Hawk’s arms and legs flair so much in his protests he accidentally nut-checks Cole and Jax, sending them both grunting a collective, heaving groan as they fall off their respective sides of the bed .

Hawk quickly rises to his knees and stares down at Jax. “If you’re gonna have your dick out for all to see, it better be ready to roll with the punches!”

“Bro, what the fuck did I do?!” Cole groans from the floor.

Hawk lifts an accusing finger in our Doc’s direction. “You’re an accessory to murder.”

“Murder of fucking what?!”

“Killing my dreams, dude! They were fucking fantastic. Sweet, hormone-filled bliss smothered between our girl’s thighs and you two turd nuggets ruined it. Ruined all the fun! No waffles for you this morning!”

“Ooh I love waffles!” I helpfully input to the frenzy.

“What waffles?!” Jax lifts himself off the ground, his head still poised on the side of the bed as he mumbles around the covers. “Where are these fucking waffles, Betty Crocker? We’d be better off trying to make pancakes with what little we’ve got going on.”

“Fuck no. Waffles are better than pancakes. Hands down,” Hawk argues, reclaiming his cuddliness by burying his face into my boobs.

“I disagree. There’s a whole fucking international house dedicated to pancakes.

That means they’re better than waffles. It’s simple math.

Waffle House... tiny, decrepit whole in the wall.

International House a’ Pancakes? That screams reputation and accolades.

Prestigious awards and shit.” Cole rises from the floor and shakes his head like a dog, running his fingers through his auburn hair to tame the mess of tangles the evening gifted him.

Gasping and clutching his nonexistent pearls like a southern belle, Hawk rebuttals, “How fucking dare you talk bad about Waffle House!” He lifts a hand and crosses himself, muttering, “ Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost of Syrups, save us from your justifiable wrath. This blasphemer knoweth not what he talketh about!” then points accusingly at Cole.

“You’re talking about international sub-par pancakes.

Waffles are pancakes.... but with abs. I’m going Olympic with my breakfast choices.

Fit for champions. Waffles are the best. Discussion over.

” He punctuates his apparent win by focusing on my right boob, licking and sucking until my nipple is peaked and hard.

His groans against my flesh push me to want more, even after everything last night, but another thought comes to mind.

“I don’t know... Crepes are pretty awesome,” I say quietly under all of their arguments, but it stops them in their tracks nonetheless.

Hawk lifts his head to gaze down at me. It’s like I just struck him upside the face with an epiphany. “Crepes.... I fucking forgot about crepes.”

“Crepes are better.”

“Yup, so much better.”

“I’d kill for a crepe right now.”

Their agreements overlap as Jax heaves Hawk off of me, repositioning him on the floor .

“Hey!”

“There. Much better. Now that you’ve got breakfast on everyone’s minds, how about you throw on some shorts and go find something for all of us to eat while Cole and I figure out how to rig a shower or a tub or something to clean us all up.

Baby wipes worked in a pinch last night, but I for one would like to bathe myself. ”

“Me too!” I agree, raising my hand as I remain reclined on the bed.

“Ok, fine,” Hawk concedes, kissing my forehead before leaving the bedroom.

“Alright, baby, time to get up.” Jax holds his hand out for mine but I curl into myself, refusing to do so.

“Uh, no sir. Nuh-uh.” I object, wanting to snooze the day away just a little bit longer. “It’s the end of the world. What do we have to do that’s forcing us to rush into the morning?”

Jax rolls his eyes. “Well, let’s see. While you could have breakfast in bed—and I can see just how appealing that would be—a cold shower... whilst still in bed, wouldn’t be as satisfying.”

I respond by making the fetal position my bitch, folding in on myself until I’m nothing but a ball of illusion.

I’m not Aly, I’m a bundle of blankets. You can’t see me!

Unfortunately, Jax is as stubborn as they come, wrenching the blankets off my naked body and throwing them clear across the room.

“Nooooo!” I yell, and, just as he turns his face away, I strike with vicious retribution, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a spider monkey and pulling him down.... pulling him down... Pulling. Him. Down.

Come on, Wonder Slut, put your back into it!

The giant lug just stands there, a big ass cocky grin on his face as I flop back down on the bed... sans the giant lug. “Is that all you got? You can’t possibly be serious. Come on, baby, I thought we taught you better than that?”

I tilt my head in defiance, knocking off the list on my fingers.

“Y’all taught me shooting, how to use a bow and arrow, how to drive a boat, how to swim—or better yet.

.. float. You taught me some self-defense: kicking, punching, how to wield a weapon against zombies, some grappling.

But, honestly, even with the training you’ve given me, look at me and then look at yourself.

What the hell am I gonna do against a giant like you? I’m half of you, for crying out loud!”

Jax chuckles while Cole comes to his side with fire in his eyes. “Well, in that case....”

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Oooh, I hurt. My legs, my arms, my back. My entire body aches from the drills Jax and Cole instructed me to repeat over and over again until I damn near keeled over. My feet, however... My feet are in absolute heaven.

“Pressure good, pretty girl?”

I moan my response to Cole’s question as he digs his thumbs even deeper into my arches, my toes curling at the delicious pressure he elicits on my foot.

“Don’t ever stop, Doc.” I was about to say the exact same thing, but Hawk beat me to it.

“Fucking hell... Those sounds, sweetheart. You don’t even know,” he groans, taking a seat next to me.

He moves his hand, aiming for... he’s right.

..I don’t even know. My chest, my stomach, my face?

It doesn’t matter, though. Not caring about a thing in the world, I melt into the cushions, my eyes drifting shut as, between the two of them, they work my muscles into pure relaxation.