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“Good. I like it when I keep feeling it for days after. I might need one of those for my asshole too,” I confessed, and felt my face heat.
“Sore? Then I guess I did my job.”
“You’re very good at your job.”
“I have some cream at home for sore muscles and bruises. I use it plenty after a long day, so I know it works. We’ll get you all covered when we get home. On the way… you’re not gonna be real comfortable.”
“I’m fine with that.”
The morning was filled with touches, kissing and several attempts to get dressed that failed because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Finally, when we got out of the motel room, we laughed and played all the way to the elevators.
Noah stopped before we left to get me a new cell phone. I got on it as soon as we were home to download my contacts from the Cloud, immediately deleting Harvey and anyone I’d met through him. It was a purge, like so many I’d had while at the ranch. I sent a text to my buddy, Burke, that I hadn’t spoken to in a while. He worried over me. He always told me it was like that proverb or whatever, that if you save a life, you’re responsible for it. Well, he saved my life back in the war. He figured he’d always look after me.
Most of the chores had been done by Pamela Barnes and her son, Joel, a couple of dark-haired, emerald-eyed beauties that had creamy light skin that seemed to clash with their dark hair. Pamela had a smattering of freckles over her face that made her somehow more relatable.
Joel wore a tan cowboy hat, was handsome, but young and shy as a rabbit in a field of wolves, ducking his head and averting his eyes to us. I met them that morning, and she winked her bright green eye at me as she asked how I liked the ranch. I didn’t realize until later, her less-than-subtle glances at my neck were her checking out my hickeys.
I told her I liked it on the ranch and she purred, “I bet,” before grabbing Joel to leave us to the place.
I got a gentle smack on the ass as Noah told me to check on things, and he was going to head to the cattle to see about them. That’s how most of the rest of the day went, doing the smaller chores that needed done, and getting ready for morning.
When I woke that morning, I smelled food and coffee. I rolled over to see Noah’s place on the bed empty. “Dammit,” I said, hoping to start off the day, pleasing my man with my mouth.
I got up and got a pair of sweats from the spare room, still having my clothes there, and once in the kitchen, I saw a stack of pancakes next to the stove.
After kissing him good morning, I asked, “Carb day?”
“Fuck yes. I’m starving. You’re wearing me out and I need the energy.”
“I’m wearingyouout? You start up again fifteen minutes after you just came, and it’s me?”
He dished up a plate for me with three large pancakes as he bragged, “Always been that way. I lose sensitivity pretty fast. Someone told me that was because I’m circumcised, but I’ve known a lot of cut men, and none of them could do that.”
“It’s your superpower.”
“Well, if I have to have one, and it can’t be vast riches or eternal youth…”
“There ya go.”
The hard stool was a challenge, and I sat on it, then adjusted to a spot that throbbed a little less. I started in on the pancakes after pouring syrup over them. He sat with me and set a small bell on a string next to my plate. “This is a bracelet.”
I plucked it off the counter with a smile. “Oh?”
“Fuck you,” he said, laughing, then he reached over and pinch my outer thigh. “Whenever we have any kind of sex at all, I want you to wear it.”
“Like… a collar or something?”
“No, no. I’ve never collared anyone officially, because, well, it was always real serious to me.”
That statement was strange, as he’d married someone, but I didn’t ask. I thought, as I had before, if he wanted me to know, he’d tell me.
He continued, “If I ever do, with you, of course, I’d… want you to wear it all the time. So, that’s another consideration for me, something that could be worn and not everyone would know what it was. Anyway, this isn’t that. It’s only for when we’re having sex, and that’s kink or plain old, hopping on the bed having some fun kinda sex.”
I held the bell in my palm, the string through my fingers. “Okay. I’m game.”
“Good. There’s a reason for it, and if you don’t know, well, I’d rather it be a surprise.”
Intriguing. “You know, I’d do just about anything for you.”
