Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 430: Not One Of My Virtues

The shower in the mansion was fancier than anything I had seen before.

When Dimitri first turned on the water, I had expected a single nozzle coming out of the top... you know, like a normal shower. But I have come to the realization that Eric does nothing in half measures.

This shower was more like a car wash. There were three nozzles at the top of the glass enclosure, and then another three on each of the three walls. The amount of water that it was using was absolutely staggering, but... it looked like so much fun.

Giggling, I jumped off the counter as Tank reached out to catch me. Slipping around him, I raced to where Dimitri was standing. "You coming in?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

While I was completely naked, I didn’t feel self-conscious at all. My body had withstood the test of time and had kept me alive until this moment, so if someone couldn’t handle the scars, then that was on them, not me.

"Was that an invitation?" purred Dimitri, cupping my cheek. "Because I live to serve you."

"Silly Bear," I chuckled, kissing his palm. "How do you expect to serve me in the shower if you are on the other side of the doors?"

Without waiting for a response, I slipped into the middle of the shower, letting the water from twelve shower heads hit my body. "Holy cow," I moaned, tilting my head back. I could feel the eyes of the men on me, but I only smirked.

Water gently hit my face with enough pressure to feel good, but not so much that it ended up hurting. I felt the water trailing down my hair and skin, and I knew if I looked down, I could see the bits of blood and brain circling down the drain like it was nothing.

"Beautiful," breathed Dimitri softly as he stepped into my new heaven. My eyes still closed, I let him rotate me until I could feel the heat from his body against my chest. Ever so gently, I felt him carefully comb my hair back with his fingers, and he worked hard to remove the knots.

We were both naked, but this wasn’t sexual; this was comfort in its purest form, and I couldn’t help but melt.

"I think I love you," I admitted, just as there was a brief gust of cold air as the door opened again and Tank entered. Moving so that he was behind me, he kissed my shoulder.

"I don’t have to think, I know I love you," he murmured in my ear before kissing right behind it.

"I think she was talkin’ ta me," chuckled Dimitri. He tightened his fingers in my hair until it was almost painful. It was right on that cusp between comfort and pain, showing me his strength but telling me that he would never use it against me.

"I know," shrugged Tank. I could feel the luffa in his hand gently lathering my back. Every so often, he placed a kiss where he had just cleaned before moving on to another spot. "Doesn’t mean that I can’t answer anyway."

Dimitri hummed as he released my hair and kissed my forehead. There was a moment where only Tank was touching me, and I wanted to open my eyes...

But I was scared.

This seemed to be so much like a dream that I was worried that if I opened my eyes, my men would be gone, and I would be back to a reality that I no longer wanted or recognized.

I heard the sound of shampoo being squeezed out of the container, and Dimitri’s hands were once again in my hair, gently cleaning it.

"Dat was my ’I love you’," sneered Dimitri without any heat. In fact, I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Get your own."

I couldn’t help but giggle at the friendly bickering between the two men.

"Perfect," I moaned, my body turning to mush at their attention.

"I know you are," agreed Dimitri without missing a beat. "Dere was never any doubt about it."

Tank stepped back as Dimitri tilted my head back to wash out the shampoo. When he was convinced that it was all out, he brought my head back upright and repeated the whole process all over again.

"I donna like cleanin’ your matter out of your hair," he murmured softly, kissing my forehead. "Let’s not do it again, yeah?"

I hummed but couldn’t actually make that promise. After all, I hadn’t actually planned to be shot in the head less than an hour ago.

Both Dimitri and Tank laughed softly as they spun me around. Now, Tank was washing my front while Dimitri was washing out the second round of shampoo. Dipping his head, Tank kissed my nipple, bringing it into his mouth for a moment before sucking hard on it.

I couldn’t keep the moan back as my knees went weak. Dimitri quickly caught me before I fell and glared at Tank. "A heads up wouldda been nice," he hissed at Tank. "We donna want her hurt."

"You were there," shrugged Tank as he released my nipple and started gently lathering it. "It would be your fault if she fell."

Before I could recover, Tank dropped to his knees on the shower floor. My hands reached out automatically to grab his head, and he let out a soft sigh as I tugged at his hair. Starting at my belly button, he kissed and nipped his way down, paying extra attention to my hipbone and that crease between my hip and my torso.

Every nerve in my body was screaming for more as Tank continued with his slow assault on my senses. I wanted to shift so that he could finally pay attention to the place that was screaming for him, but he acted like he had all the time in the world.

I felt the smile form on his lips as he nipped at my thigh. "Patience," he murmured, his lips brushing over the front of my pussy before stopping on my other thigh.

"That is one of the many virtues that I don’t have," I hissed, taking his head and placing him exactly where I wanted him to be. Like me, he must have finally had enough because the next thing I knew, I was screaming his name as Dimitri held me up from behind.