Sparrow’s Flight by Jenika Snow Page 0,11

they were the only sensations roaring inside Asher. But then he heard the sharp sound of a deep inhale. Snapping his eyes open and pushing away from Mason, his gaze landed right on Sparrow. It was too dark for him to really see her, but he could feel her eyes on him, and he knew the light from the moon gave her enough to see exactly what they had been doing. His erection throbbed behind his jeans at the thought that she had been watching. Shit, he needed to get his crap together, because making her feel uncomfortable and thrusting his relationship with Mason in front of her face was not what he had been going for.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry.” He kept his voice low and found himself taking a step closer. “It’s all good. The infected wandered off.” Changing the subject seemed like a good deterrent. He heard her swallow, but neither he nor Sparrow mentioned the fact that he had almost fucked Mason, or vice versa, right in front of her. Letting his guard down and allowing his desires to ride him was not safe, and he should have known better. “You’re good?” He ran a hand over the back of his neck and looked at Mason. He was looking out the window, seemingly like he couldn’t care less about what was happening inside the shop, but Asher could see the way his muscles flexed under the skin of his cheek.

“Yeah, I’m good.” There was a catch in her voice, and for a moment, he could have sworn there was arousal laced in her words. No, that can’t be right. More likely she was shocked as fuck that they couldn’t control themselves. He wanted to assure her that they would never let anything happen to her, that they would protect her, and that shoving their sexual relationship in her face was not intentional. When he told her without flat-out saying he and Mason fucked, she hadn’t really responded. He didn’t know if she was okay with it, didn’t really care if she wasn’t, but that didn’t mean he wanted to make her uncomfortable or put her in an awkward position either.

Sparrow may have only been in their company for the last three days, but the alpha male inside him wanted to ensure her safety. There wasn’t a doubt that she had issues taking down the sick, but she was half the size of them, and so fucking young.

He nodded, knowing she could see him even if he couldn’t see her. He sat back down on his pallet and brought his knees up so he could rest his forearms on them. Fuck, he was tired and aroused… and confused as fuck. It had been far too long since he felt the softness of a female. Mason was hard muscle and strength, just like him, but Sparrow was so much smaller than they were, so delicate and fragile-looking, even if she was strong in her own right. Mason stayed by the window for a few more minutes, and despite the fact that he refused to acknowledge he wanted Sparrow, Asher knew better.

After a while, Mason finally sat back on his pallet but did not make a move to touch Asher. He was pissed for whatever reason, and Asher was too tried, and too annoyed by the other man’s aloofness to every fucking thing, that he lay down, closed his eyes, and prayed for one night of restful sleep.

Chapter Five

It was March, and even though the sun was right above them, it was still a bit chilly. Sparrow adjusted her backpack on her shoulder and picked up her pace so she wasn’t so far behind Mason and Asher. She noticed them look over their shoulders a few times, but they kept the same quick speed as they stayed near the tree line. They had been walking for what seemed like half the day, and she heard Mason murmur that they should be nearing Rockport within the next ten minutes.

A green sign indicated they were entering Holten County. The glint of a car pulled off to the side of the road had Mason holding up his hand for everyone to stop. He gestured for them to move farther into the protection of the trees and then curled his fingers for them to follow behind him.

He lowered his hand to the handgun tucked in the back of his jeans and pressed his other