“Stop yelling at me. Jesus.” I threw an arm over my eyes in hopes he’d go away.
“Babe, I don’t think Jesus would appreciate being confused with me. I dragged his sister with my Jeep for about ten miles last summer.”
I peered at him through one eye from beneath my arm. “You have severe psychological issues.”
“I also have an extremely hard dick so unless you want a headache and a sore pussy I suggest you get the fuck up.”
I definitely wasn’t up for getting destroyed. With a groan, I rolled across the mattress and reluctantly got up. When I couldn’t sleep, I was stuck awake; when I could sleep, I was stuck awake. A girl just couldn’t win.
Smothering a yawn, I began combing my fingers through my hair. “How late is it?”
“Super late. It’s almost six.”
I gave him a dirty look. Six in the morning was not my definition of late. “Is there a particular reason you’re waking me?”
“There is. You’re gonna help me with the body pit, and like I said, my dick’s hard and there was this sexy fucking blonde lying in my bed, begging to be violated.”
I just couldn’t even deal with him. Shaking my head, and then regretting it, I pulled my boots on and headed for the door.
The sooner I helped him, the sooner I could go back to sleep. “Next time, use your hand, Romeo.”
“Next time, I’ll just stick it in between your lips. I get off and you stop snoring. Two birds, one stone.”
I paused on the staircase and glared back at him. “I don’t snore.”
“Yeah you do.” He grabbed my hand and took the lead, walking us towards the front of the warehouse. As we passed through the door, he snagged a metal slugger leaning against the wall.
The humidity wasn’t so bad yet due to it being so early, which I guess made it make sense why he was waking me then. Heat or no heat, the smell was horrible.
I peered down into the hole without really needing to and got a nice whiff of death. Pulling my shirt over my nose, I backed up and tried not to gag, swallowing hard. “It smells like swamp ass!”
“Interesting description.” He twirled the end of the bat a few times and then used it to start smashing corpses down like one would a composite pile. Things mashed I didn’t know could mash and the smell of fly larvae overwhelmed me.
“What did you need my help with?”
“Nothing, this job is filthy and you’re not to get filthy doing something I’m fully capable of. I just wanted you with me.”
Then why did…ugh. Could I even be mad at the guy for that? He woke me up to spend time with me. It’s not his fault I sipped on moonshine.
“Wow, that’s actually really sweet.”
“All we do is fuck or fight. I figured I could take a day off. So after dinner, that sweet pussy of yours is mine.”
Rolling my eyes to the sky, I moved a breathable distance back and watched him work.
“So who’s the guy who broke your heart?”
I gave him a blank look. “Guy?”
“Last night you said some things,” he clarified.
“Have no idea what you’re talking about because it wasn’t a guy—it was a girl.”
He froze and gave me his full attention. “You like women?”
His tone didn’t convey whether this bothered him or not—not that I would give a shit either way, but I didn’t want to start a 101 about my sexuality either.
“The only thing I like is you.”
