Yuche's blood was boiling.
Which was honestly inconvenient considering the situation he was now finding himself in. But the picture of Rouxi straddling him like that in the back seat, feeling the head of the body pressing hard against his cock?
Yeah, that was living rent free in his head. Probably for the rest of his life.
Zombies were dragging themselves across the highway toward them, the air smelled like blood and rotting flesh, and somewhere in the middle of all that, he was standing there with a hard on that refused to go away no matter what he did.
And the worst part was that he knew that she knew what she was doing.
The little smirk she had given him before climbing out of the SUV, pressing even more against his chest, whispering in his ear.... it all proved that she knew the effect she had on him.
And somehow, he didn't mind nearly as much as he normally did.
