Quaranteam - North West Ch. 17

"I'm sorry for earlier," Kyla said. It was late, well after dinner, and the return of the overcast sky had the evening hour darkening quickly. She'd asked me to come on a walk with her so we'd laced up our hiking boots and headed out with jackets and flashlights. Even before the construction I knew most of the trails by heart but would have brought a light anyways, now half of the trails were gone and we couldn't walk fifty yards without spotting one of the road cuts through the trees, but it was still worth being safe.

We were walking hand in hand and hadn't gone too far before she'd said what she'd been holding onto.

"I know you are, Kyla," I said. "I'm not mad."

"And I know you aren't," she said. "But that's part ofwhy I want to always keep falling in love with you. I- While I was growing up, and then when I went into training, backtalk or teasing like that wasn't the norm. My family wasn't playful. They loved me, sure, but I never felt loved like I do now. I had tolearn how to be playful and tease when it was decided I would be stationed in the United States at the University because that was what was expected of a popular, attractive Western girl. And I got used to that, and with the way everything has been happening and growing between all of us, and how close I feel to the others... When Ivy played that little joke on you, it felt like back in college and I pushed the teasing. But that's not who I am."

"That's not entirely true," I said, tugging on her hand to get her to stop. We were deep into the woods now on one of the old paths, but the sound of a cutting crew wasn't too far away. As she stopped I used my hand not holding hers to sweep some of her silky black hair away from her face. "Teasing and being playfulis part of you. And it's a fun part. It's just not all you are - I've known people who are all banter, all the time. Usually, they grow out of it in high school, but some of them can't lose it. I knew a few of them in the military. Those guys never felt settled, and rarely had a good group of core friends, because they never let anyone get closer than the good-natured teasing. But you are so much more than that."

"I don't-" Kyla started, but stopped herself and seemed to rethink something quickly. "I don't want to become cold," she said. "I don't want to be the way my mother was with my father, or with me. But I also don't ever want you to feel like I'm disrespecting you."

"Kyla, Kyla, Kyla," I sighed, pulling her into a hug and wrapping her body up in my arms as she pressed her cheek to my chest. "I'm not going to lie to you, we all turn out a little like our parents even if we don't want to. But you are more than the sum of your parts, and together we can make sure we're both the best people we can be for each other. And our kids. And, even though it's fucking crazy, we'll also have Erica and the girls to call us out on our shit, too."

"I know," Kyla said. "I- I'm actually looking forward to that. But still, Harri. I don't ever want you to think I'm trying to put you down or make you less than the amazing giant of a man that I see you as."

"I love you, Kyla," I said.

"I love you too," she said.

We walked some more, taking a couple of turns away from the noise of the cutting crews, walking hand in hand until we skirted around one of the lowland areas that were usually a little boggy but had dried out that spring, and into a clearing. Looking up into the sky, there was a bit more light pollution than I was used to from the nearby spotlights lighting up the work areas, but it was still way better than in a town or city. As I was looking up at those stars and smiling to myself, Kyla tugged me towards the other end of the clearing and flicked on her flashlight to reveal there was a blanket spread out, and a little travel cooler and backpack.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Something I got some help with," Kyla said.

"You girls constantly amaze me with how you do this."

"I've been thinking about this for a while," Kyla said with a smile, pulling me towards the blanket and settling down with me. "I thought out here, surrounded by a place you love and under the stars, was a good way to start."

"Are you-?" I started, my eyes widening.

"No," Kyla said with a smile and both her hands on my arm, assuring me. "No, not yet, Harri."

"Oh," I said. And that little word, or the way I said it, caused something to change in Kyla. Her expression shifted, her eyes getting a little bigger, and she leaned in and kissed me deeply.

"Soon," she said after our lips drifted apart. "It'll happen soon."

I just smiled and nodded.

"This is about something else," Kyla said and reached for the cooler and opened it to reveal it had a lining of ice and two beers. She took one out, cracked it open and handed it to me, and then took the other out and cracked it open for herself before taking a long swig of it.

"Liquid courage?" I asked.

"Something like that," she said, then set the beer down. "Harri, I want what Erica has. I want to be all yours." Now I raised an eyebrow, trying to think of how I could be engaged and marry two different women. Being in the weird polyamorous arrangement of the vaccine was one thing, but I was pretty sure marrying two people was still illegal. Kyla quickly shook her head, "No, not like that," she grunted a little sigh. "God, I'm messing this up by beating around the bush."

I had to laugh at that, leaning in to press my forehead against hers. "Just tell me," I said.

"I want to do anal with you," she said. "I've never done it with someone before, and I want to bring it... into rotation. Like Erica. Not all the time like Ivy, but I want to share that with you."

That made my eyebrows rise up as I blinked. "Oh," I said. "OK. I'm- Yes, please?"

That made her chuckle, which got me chuckling as well. "Do you want to? With me?"

"Kyla, please," I said. "I would love to. But out here?"

"Mhmm," Kyla nodded. Then she reached for the backpack and unzipped it, pulling out a bottle of lube. "Erica helped me with a buttplug earlier, and Ivy's been giving me tips."

Nowthat was a scene I might have paid for tickets to see, Erica helping Kyla with her first buttplug experience. I could only imagine how awkward yet caring yet silly it would have been.

I leaned in and kissed her, her plush lips smashing against mine as she slowly leaned back and I followed her down until she was on her back and I was over her. Making out with each of my partners was different, and with Kyla, I was always struck by a soft tenderness behind her firmer, athletic energy. We continued to kiss as we started to strip - my shirt was off first, followed by hers. I left her lips behind to kiss down her neck to her chest. Her skin there was so amazingly smooth as I kissed down further between her breasts and I planted kisses across her bosom and bra while she ran her fingers through my hair and scratched softly at my scalp.

Kissing lower, I was just reaching the button for her jean shorts when the loud ring of my cell phone started bingling in my pocket.

"Mmmgh," I grunted, my lips pressed just below her belly button. "Hold on." I rolled to the side and off of her, pulling my phone out and frowning at the number. "Hello?"

"Sheriff Black, this is Captain Toranno," said the gruff voice on the other end. I didn't recognize the name, but I did recognize the voice - it was the big State Trooper Captain from the morning after the shootout at Mary's. "Are you available tomorrow morning? We've got an issue we need to deal with and an extra vehicle would be a big help."

"Um, yes, Captain," I said, looking over my shoulder at Kyla. She was currently on her back and pushing her shorts and panties down her legs, her bra already discarded. "Tomorrow morning should be fine. What are we doing?"

"We need to transfer a handful of prisoners," the Captain said. "It shouldn't take more than a few hours. We'll need you down in Sheridan for 8 AM, is that doable?"

"Absolutely, happy to help," I said "Just text me the address and whoever I should be asking to meet with."

"Great," the Captain said, and then without even a 'thank you' he hung up.

"God damn," I grunted, dropping my phone and turning fully to my very naked girlfriend.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Kyla asked as she pushed me onto my back and started working at undoing my belt.

"Prisoner transfer of some sort I guess," I said. "I thought the US Marshals were supposed to be in charge of that, but what do I know?"

"So we need to be sitting in the truck for several hours tomorrow?" Kyla asked. She'd gotten my belt and fly open and was tugging my jeans down.

"You don't have to come," I offered.

She gave me a look as she peeled my pants from my legs. "You think I'm going to let you go out onanother trip without me, or at least another of the girls?"

"I guess not," I said.

She had my cock in her hand and leaned in, this time riding me down to my back as we kissed. "If I'm spending that much time sitting down tomorrow, I think we need to hold off on anal tonight," she mumbled between kisses.

"Makes sense," I muttered back, a little disappointed but for a good reason.

"Another time. Soon," Kyla promised.

"OK," I said. My hands had found her ass and were kneading her buttcheeks as she slowly stroked my cock and we kissed.

"Just fuck me, Harri," she gasped. "Fuck me and I'll keep the buttplug in."

My fingers delved between her cheeks and found the little round stopper for the buttplug, teasing it by pushing on it a little and wiggling it.

"Fu-uuuuck," Kyla moaned. She got up with one foot on the ground, opening herself up more, and tilted my cock into position so that she could start sitting down on it. "I love you, Harrison."

"I love you too, Kyla," I gasped as she took the head of my cock inside of her, squeezing me tight.

She gasped as she bottomed out on me, her warm golden-brown skin pressing down onto mine as we both revelled in the feeling of each other. The buttplug in her ass made an odd pressure against me inside of her, but it wasn't particularly large so she didn't feel overly stuffed to me. Then she began to use her hips to slowly start grinding on my cock, her black hair hanging around our faces as she looked down at me in the dark.

The sex was smooth and liquid. Kyla had perfect control of her body and encouraged me to let my hands roam over her. And like a couple dancing, we traded positions and power with ease, rolling over so that I was on top and could thrust into her with the same languid grace as she was showing me. With me on top, the light from the moon peeking around the clouds showed me her gorgeous face as her hair spread out on the blanket around her. I dropped my lips to hers and kissed her desperately, breathing in her scent through my nose.

We made love like that for a good fifteen minutes before she rolled out from under me onto her side and I spooned up behind her. Kyla's balance and poise made it so that this position still allowed me to get deep into her as she raised her leg into the air, and I reached around and softly played my fingers along her clit and labia as I fucked into her.

"Yes, Harrison," she gasped into the night. The chirps and croaks of the wildlife were all around us, and the cutting crews were just a distant hum nearly drowned out by nature. "You feel so fucking good, dear."

"You are amazing," I grunted, hugging around her chest with my other arm as I started focusing my fingers on her clit.

"Do that. Do that more... God, I want your cum inside me, Harrison. Fill me. Breed me, Harrison. I'm ready. You're ready. I want you."

I planted my lips onto the top of her shoulder, muffling myself by kissing her skin as I grunted hard and began to release inside of her. Kyla didn't have the same muffle and she groaned loudly and wordless, her cry of ecstasy at her orgasm rolling through her releasing into the trees. I hoped, dreamily in the midst of my own orgasm, that hers wasn't just the vaccine and that we'd hit that peak together naturally despite it, not because of it.

We lay like that for a good amount of time as I slowly softened inside of her and then finally slipped out, but she hugged my arms around her and didn't want to get up for another few minutes.

"Next time," she promised me quietly.

"When it makes sense," I told her. "We don't need to rush it. And I'm going to want you more before the 'right time' pops up."

She smiled and turned, kissing me over her shoulder. "I want you always," she told me.

* * * * *

I did end up getting anal that night, but it was with Ivy before everyone was getting ready for bed and it was a quickie. The girl was honestly astounding at how easily she could take my cock in her little behind. Then I waited up for Vanessa at the firepit in the compound, chatting with Dani and Leo who wanted to let Aria and India have a little alone time in their RV.

When Vanessa finally showed up for the night, dead tired and covered in the dirt of the day, I brought her into the RV and got into the shower with her. She almost fell asleep on her feet as I washed her, but perked up when I planted my lips to her pussy and we ended up having a fast and passionate fuck in the little bathroom as she muffled herself with a towel between her teeth to keep from waking the others.

I almost told her I loved her again afterwards but managed to stop myself. Instead, I carried her back to the bed and found Kyla looking back at us from her side of the already crowded mattress. Somehow I wasn't surprised that she was the one who was still awake even though we had an early morning coming up, and she made space for me to lay Vanessa down and soon I was being snuggled by the two of them.

The next morning Vanessa was up early as always, needing to get out the door well before her day-shift workers showed up on-site, and Kyla and I weren't far behind her. We tried to be as quiet as possible but it was no good, and Erica ended up cooking us breakfast in the buff as Ivy helped Kyla by braiding her hair as the Filipino woman did her makeup for that 'natural look' that she preferred when we were working.

We were out the door before six - the drive down to Sheridan would take a couple of hours. It was southwest of Portland, and even the lack of dealing with traffic wouldn't make the back highways any faster. We were both wearing our button-down, collared shirts to look as 'official' as we could, and I had my badge out on the neck chain again while she wore hers on her belt. We took the scenic route, though that was mostly because it was also faster according to GoogleMaps, and passed through a few of the smaller towns that were around the fringe of Portland before we got down to Sheridan itself. I had told Kyla about the experience going all the way down to Eugene, but thankfully we didn't run into any locked-down towns or ghost towns as far as we could tell. There was a checkpoint as we got off the 18 and followed the directions Captain Torreno had sent me, but seeing our vehicle and a flash of our badges was enough for the National Guard to wave us through without questions.

At the end of the directions we pulled into FCI Sheridan, the medium-security federal prison. I almost had deja vu of when I had pulled up at the Eugene PD - the parking lot wasfull of cars and trucks; civilian, police and National Guard.

"Why the hell do they need us here for this?" I muttered to myself as I put the truck in park.

Kyla grimaced, looking around out the windows. There were a few people walking into and out of the gates, all uniformed in one way or another, and they all were wearing medical masks and gloves, and many of them had full hazmat hoods. "I think most of the people here are busy with what's staying behind, not whoever we're taking with us."

That made me grimace as well. "Let's get suited up," I said.

Kyla and I got out of the truck and went around and opened the bed, strapping on our bulletproof vests with their emblazoned 'SHERIFF' patches - Miriam had sent those patches down to replace the 'POLICE' ones that had been on them before. Then I took the M4 out of the secured compartment and did a quick check on it before we stowed it in the front seat, and we each took a couple of extra mags for our sidearms out of the compartment as well.

Maybe it was a bit much, but we were both getting bad feelings about things.

Lastly, after locking up the truck bed again, I took a moment to drop my mask and kiss Kyla. "I'm sorry last night didn't work out the way you planned," I said.

"I'm sorry I made an offer I had to go back on," she said with a little smirk. "I'm definitely glad we waited, though. My ass felt weird for half the night after I got that plug out of me. I can't imagine what sitting in the truck for that long would have been like."

That made me laugh, and she gave me another peck before we raised our masks again and headed for the front gate to the prison. We were met there by a pair of National Guardsmen who checked our IDs and radioed inside before directing us back to the truck and to follow a road around the walls to a back gate that would bring us to a loading area. We quickly went and were checked again at the back gate with the National Guardsmen there not even blinking at the M4 blatantly displayed next to Kyla in the passenger seat.

We were waved through and pointed towards a collection of various police vehicles and a small, spread-out crowd of uniformed officers. We pulled into line with the others and got out, receiving some nods. Everyone was standing around the front of their own vehicles and were waiting for something, so we did the same. Parked next to us was a State Trooper from somewhere else in the state, and beyond him was a guy with an SUV marked as a Federal Marshall. Beyond them was a local PD from Sheridan, and a couple of cars from Portland.

No one was talking, so again Kyla and I kept to ourselves, unsure of what the protocol here was.

A few minutes later another vehicle came rumbling in, this one looking for all the world like a military vehicle, blacked out and making me shake my head. I'd always heard complaints about the 'militarization of the police' from folks while I lived in Portland and hadn't really cared - if the bad guys could upgrade, why couldn't the police, in my book. But this just felt like a bit much. It was labelled as belonging to the Salem PD, and two SWAT-equipped officers got out wearing full gas masks.

"Jesus Christ," I muttered to myself.

"Remember, dear," Kyla murmured to me. "None of them have the vaccine."

That made me second-guess my eye-rolling. What I'd seen and dealt with, and what had been happening down in Eugene, I'd been engaging knowing I had the vaccine. These men and women didn't have that luxury. They were facing every day, likely all day, with just a thin pair of gloves or medical mask between them and a whole lot of awful.

How could I blame them for using gas masks if they had them?

A couple of minutes later a few men in military fatigues stepped out of the loading area of the prison, and once they came into the light I could see the markings. They were National Guard, with one wearing the oak leaves of a Major and the other two the stripes of Sergeant Majors. The Major nodded and one of the Sergeant Majors went back inside, then the other two came to the edge of our little row of law enforcement officers but stopped about twenty feet away. The Major gestured to the Sergeant Major who had stayed with him, and the younger man took about ten steps back and to the side, and then the Major took off his mask and breathed deeply of the fresh morning air.

"God damn," he grunted, smacking his lips for a moment and taking another breath before turning his focus on us. "Alright, folks. I'm Major Button, and I'm going to assume you all are fairly in the dark about what's going on. I'll keep it brief - FCI Sheridan is shutting down. There was an outbreak and we're seeing 99% plus casualties among the prisoners, corrections staff and administrators. The staff who are still around are in quarantine, and the fortunate few convicts who are still alive need transporting. We're just waiting on the blood tests down from a lab in Portland to give us the OK to move them. You'll all be heading to the same place in a caravan. The good news is the convicts are all scared shitless so we haven't had any problems with them. The bad news is that a lot of the survivors didn't get infected because they were absolute shits and were in isolation when the outbreak happened, so if they do manage to shake their abject fear we're talking about men who aren't afraid of violence. We're expecting that might happen as you close in on Columbia River and they start looking at entering another facility."