Page 42 of The Burbs and the Bees
“Not too bad.” We step into the market and as we walk to the kitchen in the back, she fidgets a bit. “I put the salve on but couldn’t get the stings on my back. Those bees really did a number on me.” She frowns. “Is it true that honeybees die after they sting?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry,” she says and crinkles up her nose. “Can I replace them or something?”
“Thank you, but it’s okay. My hive is very healthy.”
“Still, I feel bad that I killed them.”
“I know you do.” I spot the tub of salve on the kitchen counter. “Come here. I’ll get the spots on your back for you.”
“I suppose that would be a good idea. Thanks.”
“Lift your shirt,” I say.
She grabs the hem, and I drop down onto the stool and touch her hip to tug her closer. She backs up toward me, and I dip my finger into the salve. “This is going to be cold.”
“Then it will feel good against my back.”
“Are you hot?” I touch her soft skin, and she visibly quivers.
“I worked up a sweat trying to move, Sid,” she says. That might be the reason her body is hot, but what’s my excuse?
Like I seriously have to ask.
“How did you get into bees anyway?” she asks.
“They are the world’s most important pollinator of food crops, and since crops are important to me, I started an apiary. I’ve only been at it a couple years, actually. I really enjoy it. I could show you how it all works sometime if you like.”
“Ah, getting molested by a swarm once is quite enough for me, thank you very much.”
I laugh. “I know, but I have suits that protect you. We could get you a fresh honeycomb. Nothing tastes as good, and it has he
alth benefits.”
“I wouldn’t get stung?”
“I wouldn’t intentionally put you in danger.”
“Unintentionally, however… But honeycomb. Yum.” She glances at me over her shoulder, and her eyes light up. “Can I get a big one, all for me?”
I chuckle. “If that’s what you want.”
“I do like honey.”
“I’ll get you one big enough to put you in a food coma.”
“Well, then…”
“That’s a yes?”
“When you sell it like that, how can it not be a yes?” She glances away for a moment, deep in thought, and says, “I think I might like to see the apiary in action. See how it all actually works.”
“You like learning new things, huh?”
“I never really thought I did.” She goes quiet again.
With that strange answer, I lightly rub the salve onto her sores, using slow, small circles that send my thoughts off in a direction they have no right going. I work to marshal my cock, and I’m proud of my restraint, proud that I have full control over myself—until a soft, sexy moan escapes her throat.
