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It’scrazy here today in the best way. Janie and Stevie are battling.
They’ve had an ongoing war since breakfast about whether Judge Judy would win a fight with Jerry Springer.
Stevie watches too much garbage TV but I gotta say, my money is on Jerry. He’s had to duck and cover from a lot of flying chairs from the little I’ve seen and I think he could dance and dodge around Judge Judy until he took his shot.
So, that battle rages on as I try to teach my caveman, mountain man how to make apple fritters and pork barbecue.
Janie is ah-mazing, don’t get me wrong, but she’s from Texas and they make the wrong kinda barbecue down there. I would never tell her that but it’s time this house did barbecue right.
“I don’t like vinegar.” Davis grumbles as I pour the distilled apple cider vinegar into a measuring cup then over the pork butt. “Doesn’t barbecue just mean put it on the barbecue?” He bobs his eyebrows with a frustrated frown.
“Shush. You need to expand your horizons. You can’t just throw a piece of meat over hot coals and hope for the best. Once this is marinated, then,oh then,we will slow cook it over just the right hickory wood for six hours… baste at the end with sauce and…” I pinch my fingers to my lips, then make a kissing sound.
“I can get behind that if there’s kissing involved.”
He brushes my hair behind my ear. Such a simple touch but it sends a cascade of longing and comfort deep into my soul. I give him a soft punch in the rock-hard muscle of his shoulder. “You made a right mess out of the apple fritters. And be careful, that pan of oil is still hot.” I point toward the pan then give a sad look at the over-fried dough sitting in a stack on a plate like lumps of coal.
“I want to make a mess out of you.” He leans down, trailing his tongue up my neck and heat blooms on my cheeks, my heart hammering away like it always does when he gives me that look.
“Shhh, they’re right there.”
He tosses a look over his shoulder into the living room, where Stevie is in the middle of his passionate closing argument on how Judge Judy would knock out Jerry Springer, paying us no mind at all.
“I don’t care who is where when I need you. You should know that by now.”
He’s right. It’s been two more days of Mountain Marin being pummeled in the best way by her Mountain Prince and I’d hazard to guess at least a third of our waking hours is spent in some form of fornication. I’m getting my cardio in at least.
So, I’m pretty sure Janie and Stevie are down with what’s happening between us. Davis made no attempt to conceal that I was sleeping in his room with him. Only, there wasn’t much sleep going on.
Until about three AM last night. Davis fell asleep inside me still hard. Like, bam, he finished, gave me a kiss, spooned me slipping back into home base then, he was out.
I laid there for a few minutes wondering if this was some new sexy game but when he started snoring? I was pretty sure the jig was up. I drifted off pretty quickly as well, but woke up to him sliding in and out of me, but it didn’t take me long to realize, he was sleep-fucking me!
He was babbling all this filth but when I’d respond, he was in his own world. Didn’t stop his hands and cock from sending me to the heaven again though. When we both woke up this morning Davis was frantic, looking the clock and muttering about sleeping five hours in a row.
Turns out, that hasn’t happened in years. He has nightmares and insomnia but last night, seems the cycle was broken. He said I have a magic pussy. Bush and all.
Snort.
He does have great pillows too. He even had a few brand-new ones stacked in his closet. He really is the cream in my coffee. Snort. Not a metaphor but
“Did you finish your water?” Davis asks as I brush my hands down the front of the flannel shirt I’m wearing, and I nod.
“Yes, enough with the water. You’ve hydrated me until my eyes are bulging. What’s with you today and the water?”
“Water’s good for you.”
“Yes, I know. As well as B-12 and Vitamin D and Magnesium and the other six vitamins you make sure I take every day. But, really, enough with the water today. I just finished two more bottles.”
“Good. Did you pee?”
I squint, shaking my head. He’s certainly a stern sort of steward but, geez-whiz, is he going to start keeping track of my urine output?
“Ouch, fuck.” Davis grunts, breaking my train of thought. He holds up his hand and the right side is bright red and dripping with oil. “Fucking burned myself.”
Janie and Stevie look over.
“You okay, bro? You’ve been damn distracted lately.” Stevie snorts.
