I watch her walk to the stairs, her sexy ass wriggling from side to side and her long hair begging to be in my fist again, being pulled and yanked while she cries out in bliss.
I shift on the seat, my cock hardening once more.That had been one hell of a fuck, which is probably why I’d put myself in a bad mood.This shit with her couldn’t last more than a few days.Then she’d forget about me and go back to her world, which would be the best thing for her.And I’d go back to my black edge of society where blood spills with ease and violence is our currency.
We’d never meet again.How could we?She was too damn good for a brutal son of a bitch like me.The blood on my hands was never coming off.I was stained with it.She’d already atoned, long ago, by saving lives on a daily basis.Besides, her crime was self-defense and survival, which actually didn’t class as a crime in my book.
She was a goddamn angel to my devil.
Which made this whole situation a conundrum.Fucking her hadn’t scratched the itch of need I had for her.Hell, it hadn’t even scraped the surface.The woman has done some weird voodoo magic on me.That was the only explanation for why I just wanted to be inside her again.
I go to the downstairs bathroom, wash my face, my underarms and cock, and then wet my hair.There’s a toothbrush and deodorant and I use both.I change my dressing.All looks good.
When I come out, there is movement upstairs.Voices.Footsteps.A door opening and closing, water running, and a toilet flushing.
I clear the plates, rinse them, and then pop another beer.Pulling a curtain to one side, I see Tank in the shadows talking to Ghost.Chances were they’d take turns sleeping in the truck.At least it isn’t cold and they look relaxed, always a good sign.In the far distance a small herd of bison graze.Their humped shoulders and thick necks a distinct silhouette.
I like them and often see them around here.I don’t get too close, though.Grumpy bastards.
Scarlet appears again.She has a soft smile and the frown line on her brow has gone.It was my fault, it had appeared over dinner.
“Hey.”I pull the curtain.“All okay.”
“Yes, she’s feeling a little better.Exhausted, of course, and the car journey didn’t help but I’m not worried about her vitals.”She brushes her hands down a pair of dark blue sweats and then tugs on the matching t-shirt.“I showered, found this in a drawer.Better than scrubs.Hope that’s okay.”
“Yeah, no problem.”I nod at the stairs.“She sleeping?”
“Yes, she is now.I’ve given her something.The nights are the worst when you’re going through what she is.”
“Yeah, I bet.”I step up to her, crowding her.“You’re a good person, you know.”
She looks up at me but doesn’t speak.
“You deserve the fucking world, even more so after what you went through back East.”
“That’s history.And I deserve no more or less than anyone else.”She ducks past me.Annoying.And goes to the window where I’d just been standing.She moves the curtain.“I spotted bison.I haven’t seen them before.”
I tuck in behind her and inhale the flowery scent of her hair.“Yeah, they’re the descendants of the last wild herd in the US apparently, came from Yellowstone.”
“They’re huge, even from this distance.”
I lift a strand of her hair and spread it out between my finger and thumb.She doesn’t seem to notice.
“Do you think your buddies have seen anyone hanging around?”
Her attention has gone to where Tank and Ghost are standing, cigarette smoke hanging in the air above them.
“Nah, they’d be pacing, weapons out if they thought the Hyenas were lurking.”
“Okay, that’s good.”She turns and spots me holding her hair.
I drop it.
She frowns.“What are you doing?”
“Is it my fault if I just want to touch you?”I stare at her pouty lips, so damn kissable and soft.
She swallows.A small gulping sound.“You’re blowing hot and cold, Reaper.I’m going from burning up to frostbite.”
I chuckle.“Sorry about that.”
