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There’s nothing worse than making your woman mad. I don’t need to be a marriage expert to know that we have to share a bed tonight, so I’d better make things right between us. I can hear the floorboards creaking as she unpacks up there and probably plans to poison my supper…
Call me paranoid, but living up here alone so long has that effect on you. I’ll keep an eye on her until I’m sure I have her loyalty. Of course, there’s one quick way to do that but… I want to stay in control of myself tonight.
I’ll just offer her a Coors Light and we’ll get to talking. I’m sure once I’m drunk she’ll like me. Worked for me at Harvard Business school and Cornell undergrad. I don’t know if it’s gonna work with her, but beer is worth a try. I get two of the biggest, coldest cans and walk upstairs. She has the door pulled closed but not shut all the way. I knock anyway.
“Yes?” Trinity asks, coming to the door and flinging it open. Making eye contact with her again makes my dick jump. This woman is goddamn sexy and it’s not just her mahogany brown skin, her large dark eyes or those tits.
Oh, the tits are definitely a part of it. They’re large, natural and completely fucking captivating. Maybe this would have been easier if she was just a pair of tits but the woman has a smart mouth and one hell of an ass. I need to get drunk immediately if I have any hope at making conversation with a woman this fucking sexy and not screwing it up.
“I thought you might like a beer after the long trip,” I say to her, offering her a large can of Coors. She eyes the beer suspiciously.
“Next time, I prefer Stella Artois. I don’t really do redneck beer.”
But she smiles and takes the can of beer anyway, so I take her teasing on the chin. I don’t mind if she calls me a redneck, although there are a hell of a lot of people who would disagree with her. I left those people and that life behind even if I started as a country boy in the first place… It feels like I’ve had many lifetimes and this one was meant to be the last – the bitter cold end.
“Thanks,” she says after cracking the can open and tilting it to her lips. My cock jerks in my pants again as I notice her lips. Those are a real woman’s lips and they’re so close to me. It’s impossible not to think about sex or kissing when I’m around her. I feel like a fucking animal.
I don’t even remember being this goddamn horny when I was a teenager. What I’m feeling for Trinity goes beyond any normal desire that I have. I open my can of beer and even if she already drank, I suggest a toast.
“To our new marriage?” I offer awkwardly. I wish I could sink into my beard. It’s been so long that I don’t know how to talk to a woman. I just want her to like me.
Trinity gives me an uncomfortable look. “To our new marriage.”
Beer. Beer will make it much easier to handle this.
“I’m sorry about how I acted earlier. I’ve been alone for a long time. I do whatever I want. I answer to nobody but myself. It’s hard to get used to… questions…”
“I’ve been single for a long time too,” she says. “So cheers to that.”
Our beer cans clash together again. I don’t have a clue what she’s feeling, but I don’t mind getting drunk and worrying about feelings later. Hell, I hope she gets drunk too. Most of the time when I’m drunk, I just pass out, so I’ll be of no threat to her or myself.
“We can head downstairs,” I tell her. “I’ll make you something to eat. Beer ain’t much of a dinner for a pretty lady.”
She raises her eyebrows slightly when I call her a ‘pretty lady’ and regret surges in my chest. Trinity probably thinks I’m a goddamn idiot. Or a depraved sociopath. Truth is, I’m a lonely, paranoid Alaskan mountain man who just wants a second chance.
“What kind of dinner can you make?” she says. I remember my own doubts that Alaska could produce good eating but out here, I hunt most of my own meat.
“Elk. Bison. Caribou. Mountain goat. I get 20lb bags of rice in town and potatoes on occasion. Not much in terms of fresh vegetables around here but I’ve got spinach in the freezer.”
She looks genuinely worried.
“I have never seen any of those meats at a grocery store.”
“Trust me, you’ll like it,” I grunt, leading the way towards the kitchen. Trinity doesn’t have much of a choice for the next couple of weeks until the general store gets a fresh shipment of produce and supplies from Canada.
By the time we get to the kitchen, she’s done with her beer, probably working up an appetite for cooking guaranteed to surprise her. I like eating, so I like cooking. I point to the countertop close to where I have my chopping board and knives.
“Hop up here,” I tell her. “Let’s get to know each other.”
“Well, we know we’re both crazy,” she says. “But somehow, I’m guessing you’re crazier than I am.”
I grin at her and pull some elk meat out of the fridge. Burgers. I think she’s the type of woman who would look fucking sexy eating a burger. It’s her lips and those fingers. They’re pretty and she has her nails done too. I haven’t seen a woman with sexy painted nails in so long. Is it weird that everything about her is turning me on?
“Maybe I am crazy,” I tell her. “But this wasn’t my idea. My neighbor thought I needed company. Figured if he noticed, maybe he was right.”
“Interesting,” she says. “So getting married was your neighbor’s idea?”
I grunt. “He’s just a friend who stops by and lets me know his opinion about my life on occasion…”
