“I dread to think what’s going on there. In a hundred years, someone will find it, and call this place Horror House. Or Mutilation Mansion.”
I can’ stop myself from laughing. “You seem very set on the alliterations, I see. Will the cave where they all fall into be called the Dread Dome, or Carnivorous Cave?”
“Human Hungry Hole.”
He knows what he did there. Victor smirks as he cracks some eggs into a bowl already filled with chopped peppers.
My brows raise, and I press my thumb against my man’s ass. “I think one hungry hole is enough for this place, and you have two.”
His smile widens and he wiggles his ass against my finger even as he puts butter in a pan. “Hm? I’d say there’s three if we include your mouth.”
He’s got me there.
I sink against him, chest to his back, my arms holding him close as he adds salt and pepper to the bowl and whips everything together. “When will we be done with the renovations?”
“Why? Are you dying to be out of solitary confinement? My poor tiger trapped in a tiny cage.”
“This tiger wants to pounce you at all hours of the day,” I confirm, though it’s not just about sex. I can still paint in the panic room, though only in small format, but after weeks of enjoying Victor’s company around the clock, I’m now missing it whenever he is away.
Victor chuckles as he pours his egg mixture into the pan. “You just say that so I don’t put poison in your omelette.”
“You like riding my cock far too much to get rid of me.” I love kissing his neck. It’s so sensitive and never fails to make Victor a bit dozy. Maybe we could still call off the carpenters for the day?
When I rub one of his nipples, he gently pats my hand away with the spatula. “That is true. I have quite the dilemma on my hands. Great dick or going back to a life where I kill time by drawing dead people.”
“Your life is so hard,” I comment and squeeze both his nipples.
“Hey! I’m trying to flip it.” He gets it half right, but I’ve got no doubt it’ll taste good anyway. Once he plates it, he turns to me with a soft smile. “If there was a zombie apocalypse and I had to stay in a bunker with just oneperson for the rest of my life, I’d choose you in a heartbeat.”
My lips stretch into a grin as I look around. “This is a pretty lush bunker. What if we were forced to live only in the panic room?”
“Still you.” Victor gives me a kiss.
My phone buzzes with an alert about someone being at the gate. I hate that I have to go, but at least I have a plate with a steaming omelette.
I sigh and pick it up along with the cooling mug of coffee I made earlier. “Don’t flirt with the builders.”
“But what if it gets me a discount?” He spreads his arms and picks up a T-shirt. At least I’ll know my cum is still in him while they’re here.
I give his ass a swat and shake my head as I walk off. “I will have to put them into the Human Hungry Hole, and we don’t want that.”
“No we don’t!” he yells after me. “Do you know how hard it is to get good staff these days?”
Sadly, I’m too far away to continue the joke, but I remotely open the gate for the van as I retire to the panic room.
Victor isn’t really a house mouse, but since he started sleeping here with me, the room became cozier. We’ve added a couple of pictures to the wall, and he dragged his favorite fluffy blanket to our new bed, but I still would rather stay with him. Still, I don’t think my paranoia could take being around strangers, so I sit back in front of my desk and look at the wall of screens while I have a first taste of my breakfast.
Even now, after weeks of him dealing with the renovators and builders without a snag, I hate seeing those strangers enter through the front door. It’s three men much bigger than him, carrying a bag of tools each. Builders are often bigger guys, so nothing all that unusual.They’re talking about the beam support to add in the studio, and Victor is smiling at them, all casual.
I wish I could be the one handling all this for him, because my issues are mine, and he shouldn’t need to deal with them indefinitely. He has so much grace for me though, and I’m grateful that the universe brought us together.
I stuff my mouth full of the omelette, watching the screens. I could already think through my next doodle, but the truth is that I can’t focus on my art while there are strangers in the house, which means this will likely be another day of listening to audiobooks while staring at men slicing through wood and putting planks together.
One of them keeps up a lively conversation with Victor while the two others venture deeper inside the building, which has me frowning. I don’t see why they need to do that, unless they’re looking for the restroom.
Victor would have told them where it is, so I don’t see why—
I zoom in when I spot one of the men who stayed behind crowding Victor against the wall.
