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I lift my head, letting him slip out of my mouth, and keep squeezing him so he releases on my naked chest. I can’t remember anything that’s thrilled me as much as seeing him lose it so quickly. For me.

I’m smiling when his body stops jerking. He lets out another lingering moan as he relaxes, this time softer and thicker.

“Don’t say it,” he tells me in a warning tone, although there’s a matching smile in his eyes.

I giggle and lean over to kiss him. “Well, there was an awful lot of lead-in for you, so I’m sure this doesn’t cast any doubts on your stamina.”

“Just wait until I can use my leg again.” He gently wipes his semen from my chest with the napkin I brought him with his stew and then pulls me down into a hug. “Then I’ll show you all about my stamina.”

“I can’t wait.” When he’s settled me at his side, I sigh and stretch out more comfortably, cuddled up next to his very warm body. I’m still very sore in places I never imagined I’d be sore, but I’m also more relaxed than I’ve been in weeks. Longer than that really.

Maybe years.

He moves around, adjusting so he can get the covers out from under us and pull them over us instead. He kisses my hair as he lets out a long, pleased sigh. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes. What about you?”

“I feel better too. Maybe now I can sleep.”

“Good. Me too.” I’m already becoming groggy. My body is completely worn out, and my eyes are closing. “Thank you so much.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I loved every minute of it. I know things are probably still complicated, but I’m always going to want to be the one who gives you what you need.”

I rub my face against his chest. “Okay. Same here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I’m almost asleep now and not guarding my words. “I always want to give you what you need too.”

I think he kisses my hair again, but I’m too out of it to know for sure.

“So we’re off pause? Things are good between us now?” he asks very softly.

“Yeah. We’re off pause. Things are good.”

“I’m the man you want?”

There’s no way, in my current state, I can tell him anything but the truth. “You’re the only man I want.”

* * *

Things are good. For the whole next week. Grant is still not supposed to get up and use his leg, but it feels like we’re really together. A couple.

I’m happy. Happier than I can remember being since lockdown. Things have settled down in the region now that we’ve taken care of so many of the Wolf Packs all at once. Somehow the news about the bunker has gotten out, and we’ve had a number of new families already come to settle with us. There’re more people around, and the air is filled with excitement. Good spirits. I’d actually forgotten that life could feel this way.

I don’t have any worries or complaints or concerns until the two weeks of Grant’s enforced bed rest are up. At first it’s all good. We can have sex in other ways again. And we do. A lot.

But then he starts disappearing during the days, and I have no idea where he goes. He drives off first thing in the morning in one of the ATVs, and he doesn’t come back until dusk. I ask him about it, and all he says is that he’s working on a project, but he doesn’t give me any more information. And it keeps happening. Day after day. He’s clearly preoccupied by whatever he’s working on, and I only ever see him at night when he comes to my bed and fucks me. The sex is good. Needy on both sides. He’s not quite as athletic as he used to be, but that’s because his leg still isn’t back to full form.

I have no complaints about the sex, and I always love the way he talks to me when we’re in the bedroom, but it still worries me that it’s the only time I ever see him.

Over and over, I give myself good advice. I chide myself to just talk to him about my concerns like a mature, sensible person should do. But the problem is he’s never around during the day, and at night he gets right into the fucking.

Once he starts to touch me, that’s all I want to do too.

Early one morning, Grant has just taken off like usual when Travis arrives back at the bunker with his wife, whose name is Layne. It’s been so long since I’ve seen anyone pregnant that I’m surprised by how big her belly is, especially on such a small woman. I like her immediately. She’s pretty and sweet and appears delighted to be here even though the trip must have been incredibly uncomfortable for her.

Since I don’t have anything else to do, I show them down to an available apartment and explain the layout and procedures in the bunker. They have a dog with them, which is a nice surprise. Once Travis gets Layne settled on a small couch, he goes back outside to walk their dog and get the rest of their stuff from their Jeep.

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