While he’s busy, I turn on the kitchen faucet. A horrible groan sounds from the depths of hell. After a bit of banging, orange liquid coats the stained sink.
When Suds reenters, he steps behind me and kisses the top of my head. “Rusty pipes. It’s fine to drink once it runs clear.”
“You first.”
He strolls around the cabin, glancing down at tiny brown droppings and frowns. “Sorry, Sugar. I pay a couple of women to keep the place habitable but apparently they’ve been pocketing my money.”
Shrugging, I join him in a plaid couch situated next to a flowered print lounge chair. “We’ll make do. It’s still better than being shot.”
“You sure?” One side of his mouth lifts along with a brow.
“Well, if a vampire spider bites me, we’ll talk. But know this, I’m turning you first.”
Lowering his head, he nibbles my neck, then moans. “As soon as this is over, I’d love to see you try.”
His palms rove down my back and squeeze my butt. With his mouth on mine, I tilt my pelvis into his hard want and kiss him back with so much force, our teeth clunk. Laughing, we both break off, duly warned. If we want to stay alive, we need to be vigilant.
A shudder races down my back when his index finger tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. Then, the side of his hand slides between my legs.
“You are so fuckin’ sexy. It makes it damn difficult to guard you.”
“We could have quick-sex. I promise to keep one eye open at all times.”
With the black centers of his eyes wide, he shakes his head no, and kisses my cheek. “I’m going to check the perimeter. There should be clean sheets in the closet. You might want to shake them out. Critters… you know.” Leaving me to deal with God-knows-what, he departs.
The onlycritterswe have in the city have long snouts and tails. Pondering the possibility, my college history class comes to mind. In World War II, a group of soldiers were called Desert Rats. For sure, they exist.
A broom handle in one hand, a frypan in the other, I poke at the bedding. When nothing jumps out at me, I scrunch up everything, including pillows, and drape them over the porch railing. Then, I beat the shit out of each piece, snap them in the air, and make our bed.
Not done, I kneel in front of the sink, and pull the red-checked curtain aside. Thank God, there’s cleaning materials. By the time Suds starts up the generator, the inside of the cabin can no longer be declared a health hazard.
While he washes, I open a can of tuna, a jar of mayonnaise and some pickles.
“They’ve only recently expired so we’ll probably live.” I hand a plate to Suds who exits the bathroom in just a towel.
My mouth waters and not for the meal. Surely, a quick fuck wouldn’t hurt anything.
“Down, Sam.” My celibate spouse pulls a six pack from under a floorboard and tosses me a can. Not caring it’s warm, I pop the tab, bubbles fizz, and I smile as the alcohol hits my brain.
Much later, he and I sit on the porch as the sky’s big red glow sinks below a cactus. A coyote howls, a bird laments, and a pink refrigerator whirrs in the kitchen.
For the first time in days, the knot in my chest lessens. We kiss for a moment and despite exhaustion, my pussy swells. “I wish we could make love.”
“Me too, babe, but we need to be extra careful.”
While I agree, logically, my body craves to be one with him. I need his thick cock deep inside me as I scream his name and come. We haven’t gone without sex since he was sick with covid. Tears welling, I count the days to my next period. Great. On top of everything else, I am PMS-ing.
Suds, dressed in a Patten t-shirt and low hanging jeans, sips his beer. He eyes me with lids narrowed, probably wondering how the fuck I managed to get us into this mess.
“I was born under a bad sign, my mother made a bargain with the devil… No wait, I am the devil incarnate.”
“Did I miss something?” His sexy mouth twitches and brows lift. He has no right to be so damn handsome.
“No. I just figured you were wondering about my uncanny ability to cause trouble.”
A grin spreads across his face. “You takin’ up mind readin’?”
“Yes. In fact I have. Online course. I aced it.”
