He comes hard. Right down my throat. And so do I, the pleasure exploding and then pulsing in waves through my body.
When I’ve come down and sucked him dry, I cough slightly to clear the ejaculate but have no regrets at all as I straighten up and look down at his sprawled, naked body.
My hair is loose because Micah likes to pull it out of my braid, and I’m wearing no more clothes than he is. After we fucked in bed last night, I was so hot I didn’t put anything on, so I slept naked.
His eyes are open and running from my face to my bare breasts with warm, sated languor. He’s almost smiling. He really needs to shave.
“Thank you, baby.” He reaches up to pull me down beside him so he can wrap an arm around me. “I didn’t expect that kind of treat this morning. Give me a minute, and I can do you too if you want.”
“Nah, no need. I took care of myself.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, you did. You’re good at that, aren’t you?”
“What? Blow jobs or taking care of myself?”
“Both. Best I ever knew.”
I couldn’t ask for a better compliment to start the day.
We hadsome success fishing and hunting this past week, so the provisions I got from Cleverly have lasted a whole week, even with two of us eating them.
But we’re out of eggs and nearly out of bread now, so it’s time to get more.
Over our breakfast of the last of the goat cheese spread over toast, I tell Micah, “I need to get some more food today.”
“Okay. No problem. Back to Cleverly.” He’s on the bench, leaning back against the side of the camper. His beard is more unruly than ever, and even the hair on his head, which he normally keeps short, is growing out. It must be wavier than I realized because it bends and curls in odd directions.
“What’s funny?” Micah asks in a different tone.
“Nothing. Just realizing why you keep your hair cut so short.”
He snorts and rubs a big hand through his hair. “It’s ridiculous when it’s long.”
“I kind of like it.”
“You kinda would.” His eyes are warm and laughing. “The word for you is contrary.”
That makes me smile. He makes me smile. I never would have expected that when I found him collapsed in my camp twelve days ago.
Shaking away the fond amusement, I return to the previous conversation. “I’m actually not going to Cleverly today. I’m going to the Market.”
“The Market?” His tone is just as casual as normal, and nothing has changed in his face. But it feels like something has tensed up inside him.
It’s odd. And unexpected. I frown. “Do you know the Market?”
“Of course not. Never heard of it. Just didn’t expect there to be anything like a market around here.” He sounds and looks perfectly normal now.
Assuming I imagined the weirdness, I shrug it off. “It’s not like any markets that used to be. But there’s a place farther into the woods where locals do their trades on Thursdays. It’s in Logan’s territory, but he’s usually not around. I don’t go every week because it’s a really long hike, but it’s the only place I can get fresh vegetables, so I make the trip once a month. We can take some of thesupplies we scavenged last week and trade them for vegetables. Some folks grow and can tomatoes, so hopefully we can get some of those too.”
Micah is silent.
I pick up more of those tense vibes. “It’s a really long hike, so it’s fine if you don’t want to come. You’re healing up pretty good, but you’re not well yet.”
“I’m fine. I’ll come for sure. I know you’ve made the trip tons of times on your own, but it’s safer together than on our own. But I might stay out of the way when we get there. I’m a little wary of being around a lot of people. There might be stragglers hanging about from that gang that’s after me. I’d rather them not know where I am.”
“Oh. Yeah, of course.” I’m relieved by this explanation for his unusual reticence. It felt for a moment like he was hiding secrets. “That makes perfect sense to me. We’ll have to get going pretty soon if we’re going to get there and back before dark.”
Micah takes his final bite of cheese toast. “I’m ready anytime.”
