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  “Alright,” Merideth said. “I’m willing to help with the search party.”

  “We’ll figure that out when the time comes,” I said. “But I appreciate the offer.”

  “How did the thing with the bodies go today?” Anna asked to change the subject.

  “We got most of the ones by the bridge covered in lye,” Rolly said. “It will take some time, but at least they won’t smell while they decompose. We also got some ammo, guns, and a few other small things.”

  “Almost seems a shame now,” Tara said. “We could have used them for bait.”

  “Oh, my God,” Anna laughed.

  “Ew,” Betty said, but she chuckled as well.

  “Well, getting those bodies cleaned up was a start,” I said. “We still have a lot to do this spring, and I appreciate everyone’s willingness to help.”

  “Whatever we can do,” Briar said in his gruff voice, but he looked to Marla and Justin and his expression softened. “I’m sorry about your home.”

  “Thanks, Briar,” Marla said with a soft smile.

  “Well,” Kimmy said. “I think dinner is about done. Who’s hungry?”

  The group looked around at each other.

  “Who wants another drink before we eat?” Anna asked, and she held up the gin bottle.

  Everyone agreed to that, and I had to laugh as poor Kimmy glared at them. It seemed she had a stronger stomach than most people.

  We all had a couple more drinks, and then Kimmy served us some pot pie. It was delicious and salty, with vegetables and a hearty venison sauce inside.

  After dinner was over, I poured myself another gin and headed upstairs to take a shower. The rest of the group continued to chat and drink. I couldn’t blame them for wanting to put this fiasco out of their minds for the moment.

  The shower water was hot as it ran over my body, and I stood for several minutes and relished the feel of it on my skin. The day’s dirt washed down the drain, and I felt myself breath in a deep sigh of relief. It had been a long day, and the next day would be even longer, but the hot water on my skin took away my troubles for a moment. The gin I had brought into the shower with me didn’t hurt either.

  I took another sip as I let the water rinse out the soap from my hair. I looked down at my body and replayed the memories of each scar that marked me. Some were good memories, others bad, but each of them told the story of my life.

  I turned off the shower but stayed in the stall to finish my drink. I was hot from the heat of the water, and the piney taste of the gin refreshed me as I let the beads of water trickle off of me and down to the tile.

  I hadn’t bothered to hunt down a clean towel before I had jumped in the shower, so I used my old T-shirt to dry off and I held it wrapped around my waist as I made my way to my dorm room.

  Darkness had overtaken the sky and I sat on the small bed and stared out the window for a moment before I began to rummage for clothes.

  Just as I had found a pair of boxers I heard a knock on my door.

  “Who is it?” I asked, not wanting to tell someone to come in only to find me in the nude.

  “It’s Anna,” the redhead said from behind the door.

  “Come on in,” I said and I threw on the pair of boxer shorts.

  “Hey,” Anna said, and she came in and pushed the door closed behind her.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” the redhead said.

  “What can I do for you?” I asked as I reached for a shirt to throw on.

  “Leave the shirt off for one,” Anna said with a coy smile.

  “I can do that,” I said as I let the shirt drop from my hand onto the floor.

  “I was just hoping for some R&R,” Anna said, and she looked down then back up at me through her lashes.

  “I think I can help with that,” I said and I slowly walked toward the redhead.

  I saw her blush as I approached, and I reached out and gently placed my hand on the back of her neck to pull her mouth to mine.

  Her full, pink lips met my own and they felt pillow soft against me.

  I kissed her deeply as I ran my hands along her sides, then down to her ass to cup it.

  “God,” Anna groaned. “I want you so bad.”

  I kissed down the redhead’s neck and reached around to undo her braid. Her hair came loose in soft waves that fell down her back and I heard myself growl as I ran my fingers through it.

  I kissed down her arm and slipped a hand up her shirt so she threw her head back in pleasure.

  “Oh yes,” the redhead moaned as I toyed with one of her taut, pink nipples.

  She arched her back and pushed herself against me as I continued to nibble at her collar bone.

  “Come here,” Anna breathed, and she pulled my mouth to hers to kiss me deeply once more.

  I reached my hands around, lifted her up, and carried her to the bed.

  “Oh,” Anna panted as I broke her kiss and set her down.

  I pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her breasts and she smiled up at me, so I kissed my way down to her nipples and sucked on them for a moment. She tasted salty, like sweat and sex, and I felt my erection push against the front of my boxers.

  “Please,” Anna begged as I kissed my way down her stomach and stopped at the top of her athletic pants.

  I ran my tongue along her well-toned muscles, then I worked her pants off to reveal that she hadn’t worn panties that day.

  “No panties?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “I prefer commando,” Anna said with a blush.

  “I like it,” I said with a grin, and I leaned down to kiss her belly once more.

  “Don’t tease me,” Anna breathed as she arched her back and tried to wiggle herself up.

  “Not yet,” I said, and I pinned her hips to the bed with my hands.

  I kissed down her stomach to her thighs, taunting her as I nearly reached her sweet spot, only to move back once more.

  “Please,” the redhead begged, and she tried to wriggle against me.

  “What do you want?” I asked with a husky voice.

  “I want your mouth on me,” Anna panted.

  “Where?” I asked once more.

  “On my pussy,” she purred. “Please, Tav. Please lick my pussy.”

  “As you wish.” I smiled to myself, then kissed down her stomach again, but this time I made a straight line to her little pink slit.

  I teased her clit with my tongue until she was breathless, then I pushed my tongue inside her and tasted her sweet juices.

  “Fuuuuuck,” Anna groaned, and she arched back even harder.

  She tasted tangy and sweet, like raspberries on my tongue, and I licked and sucked on her until I felt her body tense up and her hands grip my hair in a deathlock.

  “I’m gonna...” she panted, and a second later she threw herself back against the bed and her pussy spasmed around my tongue.

  My erection throbbed as I tasted her pleasure, so I stood up, pulled my boxers down, and pushed myself inside of her while she was still in the throes of her orgasm.

  “Ohhhhhhhhhh.” Anna took the whole of my cock with a long moan. I could still feel the spasms from her release, and I savored the feel of them on me before they occured.

  “You like that?” I began to thrust in and out slowly.

  “Fuck, you feel so good,” the redhead panted as I slid my cock out, then thrust it back in once more.

  She reached up to pull me on top of her, and I happily obliged. Her skin was slick from sweat against my own and I nibbled up her neck to her ear and felt her shudder beneath me.

  “Pull my hair,” she commanded.

  I reached one hand up to grip her long red hair while I continued to push myself in and out of her, but when she moaned as I pulled her hair I felt myself thrust harder and faster.

  “Pull it harder,” Anna groaned, and I pulled her hair down so her neck was exposed for my tongue.

  “God, yes,” Anna gasped as I licked from her ear to her collar bone.

  I could feel my erection pulsate inside of her.

  “Wait,” she breathed and she pushed against me, so I stood up and she flipped around on her hands and knees.

  Her perfect ass was up in the air for me, and I pushed myself into her tight, wet pussy easily before I grabbed her hair once more.

  “Go hard,” the redhead moaned. “Hard and deep. Please.”

  “Yes,” I growled as I thrust myself in and out quickly, and then I released her hair to grab her hips so I could pound into her even harder.

  “Fuck, yes,” Anna breathed, and she spread her legs even wider for me.

  I felt myself grow impatient, and I pushed into her as hard as I could, her small pussy taking the whole of my cock.

  “Oh, my God,” Anna panted. “Don’t move, I’m…”

  A second later I felt her pussy squeeze me and spasm on my erection. She grew wetter as she came, and I couldn’t resist any longer, so I pushed her face first into the bed and grabbed her hips to fuck her hard from behind.

  My hands gripped her hips tightly as she continued to spasm around me, and I continued to push into her with every bit of strength I had.

  “I’m so deep in you,” I groaned as I felt my release come.

  “Yes! Come in me! Fill me!” Anna’s eyes rolled back in her head, and then she groaned when she felt my cum pour into her like a river.

  Our climaxes both lasted for half a minute, and then we both gasped when her tunnel squeezed my cock a few last times to milk the final drops of my seed. Then we both sat breathless for a moment before I slowly pulled out of her, and then I laid down on the bed and pulled her against me.

  “Thanks for that,” Anna said as she snuggled into me.

  “No thanks necessary,” I chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.

  “I was just frustrated and upset,” she said. “I knew I needed some release.”

  “Is it about what’s going on at the Millers?” I asked gently.

  “Yeah.” She nodded. “I love horror movies and creepy stuff, and I’ve watched cannibal movies and stuff, but it’s so real now.”

  “It’s okay to be upset about it,” I said. “It’s a disturbing situation.”

  “Yeah,” she agreed. “But there’s something else, too.”

  “What is it?” I asked with concern.

  “I just want to prove myself again,” the redhead sighed.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “After the whole thing with the inbred hillbillies,” she explained. “I felt like I let my team down, and I don’t feel like I’ve made up for it yet.”

  “You don’t have to make up for it,” I chuckled. “You made a mistake. It happens.”

  “Well, I don’t want it to happen again,” she said with hard determination in her voice. “I just want to prove that I’m a team player.”

  “You prove yourself every day,” I told her. “By being the Major.”

  “Thanks,” Anna said with a soft smile.

  “Knock, knock!” I heard Tara call out from the other side of the door.

  “Don’t come in,” Anna called back.

  “Oh, we’re coming in,” Tara said.

  “We?” Anna asked quietly.

  Tara pushed the door open and came into the room with Bailey and Paige behind her.

  “What can you possibly want right now?” Anna asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Well we knew you were done,” Tara said. “And we weren’t about to let you two stay in here all night, so we came to get you.”

  “Bailey,” Anna said. “How did she threaten you?”

  “She didn’t,” Bailey chuckled. “I really did just want us all together.”

  “I suppose it’s time to get to bed then,” I laughed.

  “And I call next to Tav,” Tara said. “Since Anna’s been in here hogging him and his big cock to herself.”

  “Hey,” Anna laughed. “I’m allowed a little fun too.”

  “She’s just mad that you beat her to it,” Paige snickered.

  “Yup,” Tara said with a grin. “Now let’s go.”

  “Alright, alright,” I laughed and stood up. “We’re coming.”

  I settled in with the girls for the night. Tara and Bailey were on one side of me, and Paige and Anna were on the other with Winchester at our feet. They all fell fast asleep, but I laid awake and thought of the day to come.

  No matter how many times we went into battle, I couldn’t help but feel proud of my girls, and also scared for them. I knew they were capable, but if anything happened to one of them, I would absolutely lose it.

  I looked around to their sleeping faces and sighed to myself. We had a long day ahead of us.

  Sleep evaded me as I stared out the window and replayed our plan over in my head again and again. I had seen a lot of shit in my day, but hunting humans was the most unacceptable I had ever run across.

  I couldn’t wait to take out those human eating bastards.

  Chapter 6

  The next morning I woke well before dawn. I was about to wake the girls as well, but Winchester stood up, went to the stairs, and looked at me.

  “You need to go out, buddy?” I whispered, and he headed downstairs.

  I stood up, threw on some clothes, and went downstairs to let him outside.

  “Good morning,” I heard Rolly call from the laundry room.

  “Hey,” I said as I went to the doorway. “What are you doing up?”

  “I knew you were leaving,” Rolly said. “And I figured you could use some coffee before you went.”

  “And some breakfast,” Betty said with a smile.

  “Well, thank you both,” I said. “I appreciate it.”

  “You haven’t woken the girls yet?” Rolly asked.

  “Not yet,” I said. “I let Winchester out. I’ll wake them when he comes back in.”

  “I’m so glad he’s feeling better,” Betty said. “We all love him, especially Marla’s boys.”

  “He’s a good dog,” I said softly.

  “Is there anything particular that you want us to do while you’re away today?” Rolly asked.

  “No,” I said. “I’m leaving you in charge, just make sure all the chores get done. We should be back before dinner.”

  “Alright.” Rolly nodded.

  “We appreciate you all doing this,” Betty said quietly.

  “It’s our job to keep everyone safe,” I said.

  “You’ve made it your job,” Betty said seriously. “You all have chosen to do this. You didn’t have to.”

  “It’s the right thing to do,” I said.

  “I know,” Betty said with a smile. “And we appreciate it.”

  I heard Winchester scratch at the door.

  “I’m going to let him in,” I said. “I’ll be back for some coffee and breakfast.”

  “Alright,” Rolly said.

  I walked to the front door of the dorm building and let Winchester in. The black headed dog ran straight toward the laundry room door, and I heard Rolly and Betty laugh and coo to him, so I headed upstairs to wake the girls.

  They were all still fast asleep when I found them, so I knelt down and kissed each of them on the forehead.

  “Wake up,” I said softly.

  “Go away,” Tara grumbled, and she pulled her pillow over her head.

  “I just gave you forehead kisses,” I laughed. “How much more gently can I wake you up?”

  “I can think of another way I’d like to be woken up,” Tara mumbled through her pillow.

  “Alright,” Anna said, and she leaned up and stretched. “Time to go ladies, up and at ‘em.”

  “Okay,” Paige yawned, and then she reached for her glasses.

  “Where’s Winchester?” Bailey asked as she sat up as well.

  “He’s downstairs with Rolly and Betty,” I said.

  “I need to let him out.” Bailey frowned.

  “Already done,” I said with a smile.

  “Thanks,” Bailey said happily.

  “Who voluntarily gets up this early,” Tara said as she sat up.

  “Rolly probably got up to make us coffee,” Paige said.

  “He did,” I agreed.

  “Mmmm,” Tara sighed. “That’s one good thing about getting up early.”

  “And Betty made us breakfast,” I added.

  “Yum,” Paige said with a grin.

  “Get dressed,” I said. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

  I left the girls to get dressed, then I headed downstairs to the laundry room and found Winchester on his back getting belly rubs from Rolly and Betty.

  “Have I interrupted something?” I laughed.

  “Only some heavy petting,” Betty replied with a wicked grin.

  “Would you like some coffee?” Rolly asked with a smile.

  “Yes, please,” I said and I reached for the cup he offered, but Tara swooped in from behind me to grab it for herself.

  “Tara!” Anna hissed.

  “What?” the platinum blonde asked. “Rolly asked if I wanted coffee.”

  “Pretty sure he asked Tav,” the redhead replied.

  “Finders keepers,” Tara said with a shrug, and I had to laugh.

  “Here,” Rolly chuckled, and he handed Anna and I cups.

  Paige and Bailey came down a moment later as Betty pulled our breakfasts from the stove.

  “Man, that smells good,” Paige said. “What did you make?”

  “Eggs, venison bacon, and hoe cakes,” Betty said.

  “I’m sorry,” Tara snickered. “Did you say hoe cakes?”

  “Yes,” Betty laughed. “They’re very popular in the south.”

  “They’re called hoe cakes because they were cooked on an iron pan that was called a hoe,” Paige explained.

  “I wonder what it did to deserve that,” Tara laughed.

  “Paige is right,” Betty chuckled. “Though the name is humorous.”

  Betty dished each of us a plate, and I dug in with a vengeance. Typically I wasn’t extremely hungry before a mission, but the smell of that venison bacon had made my mouth water, and I groaned when it hit my tongue.

  The eggs were fluffy and well seasoned, and the hoe cakes were savory and sweet.

  “This is delicious,” I said through bites.

 

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