He shrugged. “Worth it. Hairstyle is cute as fuck. All I want to do is grab them and use them to guide your head while you suck my cock.”
The sound that came out of her mouth was half-choking, half-startled laughter.
“Wow. You don’t hesitate, do you? No buildup to what you want. Just throw it out there.”
“Too much?” he asked.
“I’ll have to recreate the hairstyle after we have that conversation at home that you promised me.”
THE DEPTHS OF THE DARIÉN GAP
Triumph
Miraculously,they didn’t see anyone the rest of the day. They walked until it was too dark to see. Their plan was to each take a nap while the other one kept watch. Hopefully, by then, dawn would be breaking, and they could get back on the trail.
“You sleep first,” Triumph ordered. “But before we do that, I need to check your stitches for infection.”
“I feel fine,” she grumbled.
Good grief. Why did women always say they were fine? When they said that, they never were. The word should be abolished from the English language.
“Bullshit. You’re about to fall down from exhaustion. But even more importantly, we’re in an extremely humid and nasty environment. Your wound may look closed, but you’re still susceptible to infection. Probably more so because youthinkeverything is fine.”
She rooted around in her backpack for a protein bar, then sat with her back against a large tree. “If I start hurting, I’ll let you know,” she said around a mouthful.
He closed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Her cranky pants were showing. “You know, if you turn green, fuzzy, and grouchy, you’ll fit right in among the jungle plants.” His tone was light, but this attitude hadn’t surfaced since he told her to eat and sleep the first time they talked, and that was half the reason he wanted to look at her wound. If she wasn’t feeling well, it could be affecting her mood. Infection setting in could kill her quickly here.
“Hardy har har. He lives in a garbage can. That would stand out like a fast-food restaurant in here.”
He stared her down. “You can’t afford to take chances, Glennon.”
“Relax. I’m just tired.”
“I know you are, but let me check the site and appease my worrywart nature. If everything’s good, awesome.”
With an exaggerated sigh, she pulled her shirt free from her pants. “There are better ways to get me undressed, you know.”
He smiled. If she was making snarky sex comments, he knew, at heart, she was okay. “Pull up your shirt, please, and don’t get yourself all riled up when there’s nothing I can do about it out here.”
She emitted another sigh, just as dramatic as the first, and lifted the hem to just below her breasts. “Happy now?”
“Yes. But I’ll be even happier when we’re in my apartment, and I can take the shirt off myself, and you can bet it won’t be to check your stitches.”
Silence.
Teasing her was so much fun.
Hiding his smile, he peeled back the bandage to look at the threads through her skin. It was still pink and a little puffy, but Demon had assured him that this was normal for the healing timeline. Just to be sure, he sanitized his hands with an alcohol wipe, put on a pair of latex gloves, used another alcohol wipe togently clean the affected area, and then replaced the old bandage with a new one. Once he was sure it was well attached and everything covered, he gathered all the trash, stuffed it inside one of the gloves, and buried the garbage in his backpack.
“All right, Ms. Grumpy Pants, time for you to sleep. I’ll wake you up in three hours.”
She mumbled her way through settling in. There were two minutes of complete silence, except for normal jungle noises, and then she spoke.
“You know, you were incredibly lucky no one realized you had all that money with you. You could have been robbed, carved up into a million pieces, and left somewhere. Do you have any idea how much money that actually is down here?”
“After what I saw in that camp, I wish I had brought more.”
Wide-eyed, her mouth opened, then closed. It took a few moments before she could use her words. “What did you do?”
