“Next time, open your eyes and double check who you’re humping. Sexual assault is not the side I want with my eggs.”
I smile and waggle my eyebrows at him. “What if I told you my dick tastes like bacon?”
Brant barks out a laugh and then kicks the bottom of the sleeping bag at me. “Shit, I was going to say I prefer sausage, but that comeback doesn’t fucking work in this situation.”
I laugh and reach for the liner and socks I need to put on before I can attach my prosthetic.
“You need help with anything?” Brant offers, but I wave him away.
“Nah, I got it. Thanks, though. What are the odds that Remi caught a wild pig and she’s currently frying bacon over the fire right now?” I ask, the longing clear in my voice.
“I’m going to go with slim to none. With this virus and what’s going on in the country, our bacon for breakfast days might be done for.”
I groan. “Don’t bog me down with shitty reality first thing in the morning. What kind of person shits all over a good bacon fantasy?”
“My bad. I’ll make a note that you can’t handle reality before morning coffee,” Brant says, before his eyes widen. “Oh, shit. We probably won’t have any of that for much longer, either!”
“You’re a fucking sadist,” I say, picking up a pair of pants to chuck at him.
He chuckles and ducks out of the tent, Puddles quick on his heels. I chuckle to myself, trying not to focus on the truth in his words. Instead, I enjoy seeing the playful side of Brant that hasn’t been a prominent part of his personality since we got discharged. I know he’s worked hard to face his issues head on, and with therapy and Puddles’s help, he’s come a long way. It’s good to see these pieces of him again, despite what’s going on around us. If I had to bet, I’d guess that Remi was another reason for his happy mood.
I roll the liner that attaches to my prosthetic over my stump, up past my knee, and feel to make sure the strap is in the right place. I decide to not put on the other sock, since I feel a little swollen from all the walking I did, and I won’t need the extra volume that the sock normally provides.
I flash back to the night before, when Remi plopped down in front of me and asked to give me a rub down. I wasn’t sure what to make of the offer. I kept looking for any sign that she was grossed out, or just offering because she felt sorry for me. But I didn’t see any revulsion or pity, which surprised the fuck out of me. I mean, when I first saw the state of my legIwas freaked out by it. I just assume everyone else is too. Madix and Theo have caught glimpses here and there because we live together, but Remi is the first person I’ve ever really purposely shown it to.
I couldn’t get over that she actually touched me there and didn’t bombard me with a ton of questions about what happened. I really should know by now that Remi will never react how I think she will. Like when she effortlessly rode my cock while sucking Brant off and giving Madix a show. She was so confident and sure of herself, and it was damn sexy.
Fuck. I want to be inside her again. Maybe I can convince her that we need to get it out of our systems before we head out today. Otherwise, we might not be as productive, and we sure as hell still have a long way to go. I need to figure out how to make sex breaks every two hours a thing.
I adjust my boner and pull on a clean pair of pants and a shirt. I pull my boot on and exit the tent to find only Brant and Madix sitting around the dwindling fire.
“Where’s our girl?” I ask, and Madix shoots me an unamused look. “Oh, come on,Mady.Don’t be jealous because you benched yourself last night. I’m sure Remi will give you another shot if you beg hard enough.”
“Don’t you start with that Madyshit, too. Iwillkick your ass.”
“Who’s kissing whose ass?” Remi asks as she saunters into the clearing holding a couple dead rabbits by the ears.
She moves over closer to the fire and pulls a knife from a sheath inside the top of her boot. She bends over to deal with the rabbits, and all three of us tilt our heads. I run my eyes appreciatively over her nice ass. A flash of it bouncing up on my cock flashes through my head.Yep. I definitely need to be inside her again before we leave.
Madix hands me a can of what looks like some kind of bean soup, breaking through my stare. I tilt my head back and take a swig of the lukewarm concoction as I eye Remi’s rabbits hungrily. She cleans them and gets them on sticks to cook like a pro. When I start smelling them cook, my mouth waters. I want meat. These beans are just not cutting it, and I could do without the magical-fruit-toots for the rest of this trip. Maybe if it looks like she has a little extra, I’ll see if I can sweet talk her into sharing.
I swallow the rest of my unsatisfying breakfast and try not to be too much of a creeper as I watch Remi’s every move. I catch Brant and Madix doing the same, and from the look of things, I’m not the only one wondering,what happens now?Do we talk about shit? Or do we just move on?
“You guys are going to make this awkward aren’t you?” Remi sighs, glancing over at us. “Dammit, I had high hopes that we could just keep on keepin’ on, but nope. You all have that look on your face.”
“What look?” Brant asks.
“The,I’m not sure how to talk to a girl after I stick my dick in her,look.” Remi shakes her head and rotates the skewered rabbits over the fire. “You commitment-phobes can slow your roll. There won’t be any,where is this going,kind of questions from me, okay? I’m good with what happened. I’m super good with doing more of that, but I’m not expecting a ring or any kind of declarations. So all of you just take a deep breath and stop being weird, okay? It’s freaking me out.”
We’re all quiet, contemplating what she just said, awkwardly shooting each other glances.
“Crap, I don’t know how to stop being weird,” Brant admits, making me chuckle.
He’s right, I don’t know either. One minute, I’m trying to figure out how I can fuck her again, and the next, Iamwondering where we go from here. I do want to give her—and myself—a lot of orgasms. I find her interesting and fun to be around, but that might just be because of all the fucking I want to do. But maybe something long-term isn’t so crazy. I mean, the guys seem open to it. Man, when did I get so needy and confused?
Fuck it. I’ll leave the brooding to Madix. I shake off my thoughts and move to sit on the log next to Remi. I pull her onto my lap, and she gives a surprised squeal at my sudden repositioning of her body, but she doesn’t say anything or try to move away. She just keeps cooking her rabbits, which are starting to smellreallyfucking good.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” she tells me with a knowing look.
