Keeping him embedded, she whispered in his ear, “I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?”
He kissed her forehead.
“Oh, yeah, you don’t talk during or after.”
He kissed her again. Then she pulled her head back and really laid one on him. He was still pulsing inside, the final spasms working themselves out. Her mouth open, she kissed him with everything she had left. They were intimately one, the moist connections above and below intense and beautiful, reflecting exactly how Molly felt.
It was a few moments of soft, gentle kissing before she finally released him. She disposed of the condom and returned to the shower for a final rinse. Her body felt so good. God, she’d needed that. Just exactly that.
Naked on the bed, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tight. She turned sideways, laying her leg over his, pressing her place warmly against his thigh, resting her head on his shoulder, two hearts beating, breathing returning to normal. Never had the aftermath felt better. Molly’s body was just radiating waves of satisfying warmth.
“I really needed that.”
He squeezed her shoulders and kissed her forehead.
Oh yeah, he didn’t talk after sex.
“How’s Shadow?”
It was late afternoon. After a half hour naked on the bed, they’d managed to dress and take Scotch and glasses to the Adirondacks by the lake. A warm end of June day, they sat in the shade, Molly’s body still glowing.
“She’s definitely ready. It’s going to happen in the next forty eight hours.”
“What do you know about the litter?”
“Best guess is eleven pups. They look healthy.”
“What’s the plan?”
“I’m staying close to Shadow the next forty eight hours. You break away and do your business when you need to. You’re welcome to take the Jeep. Otherwise, I hope you’re here, having sex with me, and waiting for Shadow.”
“We just had sex.”
“We’re about to have it again. My body is nuts right now.”
“Okay, then.”
“Yeah, that’s right. This cowgirl is a mess.”
“So, I have bad news,” Molly said.
They’d each had two pours. Molly was feeling the Scotch on an empty stomach. It was time to work on dinner, but she needed to tell him what was on her mind.
“What’s up?”
He didn’t look too upset with the prospect of bad news.
“I don’t like secrets.”
He looked at her but didn’t say anything. He still didn’t look upset.
She said, “You have secrets.”
He was still looking at her. He didn’t look concerned, but he wasn’t making fun of her either. He just wasn’t answering, waiting patiently for more context.
“You have a secret business and you live in a secret place.”
He was still studying her. It was a respectful study. But he wasn’t responding.
