Page 34 of Viper's Desire
He smiles and drains the glass without setting it down, eyes on me over the rim the whole time. Then he puts it on the counter with a click.
“You going to take my blood pressure next?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
He eats half the sandwich in two bites. Then his hand closes around my wrist when I reach for the empty glass, and he reels me in between his knees.
“You’re sweaty,” I inform him, from approximately one inch away.
“You like me sweaty.”
He stands, the stool scrapes, and I’m over his shoulder before I can object, one arm locked behind my knees, getting carried down the hall past boxes we are clearly not unpacking.
“What about the truck?” I’m laughing into the back of his shirt.
“Truck’s empty.”
“The boxes!”
“Boxes aren’t going anywhere.” He drops me onto the bed. “Neither are you.”
We get exactly nothing done for the next hour. The bed, it turns out, was the right thing to build first.
Two orgasms later, with my cheek on his chest and his thumb drawing slow lines up my spine, I ask, “Any news from National?”
“It’s quiet. No Warriors have crossed into our territory since National rolled in.” The thumb doesn’t stop. “Saber thinks the Warrior’s Prez is waiting for them to leave.”
“And what do you think?” I ask.
“It’s calm right now. I just fucked you. I’m happy.”
I kiss his cheek. “I’m happy, too.”
His arm tightens, and his hardening cock tells me he’s ready for another round.
I’d let him win if the clock weren’t already against us. “Don’t get comfortable. We’re due at my parents’ house at six, and there’s still so much to do.”
He groans into my hair, but he lets me go.
We end up sitting on the porch steps with my mother’s leftovers stacked in our new refrigerator and the sun going down over the desert past the fence line. He has a glass of ice water sweating against his knee. I have my feet in his lap.
“You survived supper,” I say.
“Your mother hugged me.”
“And my father called your truck ‘sensible.’ Do you understand what happened at that table? That’s the warmest thing I’ve heard him say to another man. Ever.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Did you catch the rest of it? He’s letting Mama start a women’s group at the church. Her own group. And they’re going to Florida in October. She picked the place. He asked where she wanted to go, and then he booked it.”
“I hope he keeps treating her better.”
“I know this is just a start.” My thumb finds the rim of his glass and spins it once. “But I really have hope for them.”
He squeezes my knee.
“Shelby texted earlier,” I say, changing the subject. “Saber’s sister is moving back to town.”
