Sex.
It’s what got me into that mess yesterday. A form of payment in this new world, along with occasional pleasure.
While I might be good at fishing, I don’t have the skill or weapons to hunt large game.
So, every now and then I run out of food, especially since canned goods are becoming scarcer as the years go by.
I think Mac spies on me too.
Somehow, miraculously, during times when I’m starving, food appears the next day.
Only three weeks ago, something changed.
A bad rainstorm lasted a few days. It was so bad, I struggled to catch any fish. The weather just got worse, and it became too dangerous to even forage.
So, I went to Mac for help.
Which is when he tried to shoot me. Then he said I wasn’t getting food unless we had sex after.
My jaw literally dropped.
But I was so hungry, I caved.
It was my first time with a man.
Mac has always been my protector but after that night something shifted in me. And now I have a stupid crush on the prickly jerk.
Maybe not a crush. More like an attraction.
On more than a few occasions I’ve jerked off to the memory of that night.
Stomping up the porch to make extra noise, I kick the lip of the top step to knock mud off my boots.
The door swings open and Mac levels his shotgun at me. “Get in. Clothes off.”
“Aw, come on. It's cold as balls out.” But something deep inside me wants to comply.
The barrel lowers from my head to my chest. “Off. All of it. Or no food.”
“Whatever.” I walk in, then shuck my various layers and wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep from shivering.
Mac gives me a once over, then leers at my crotch.
I roll my eyes and huff. “It’s cold.”
He snorts, then waves me toward the kitchen with the gun.
Asshole.
Bet his dick shrinks too when the temperature drops.
Chapter 3
A chair is already set up for me, complete with dangling handcuffs. He’s probably been watching me since I left town.
He pushes the barrel into my back, nudging me forward. “Sit.”
My heart thunders in my chest, the chair pulling me in like a damn magnet, and I don't get why I'm like this around him. It's weird how my body seems to have a mind of its own around Mac.
