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“I thought you were a romance girl?”
“Yeah, well, things change.”
I slide the glass onto the table and sigh. I tug the book from her hands and place it next to my glass before taking both her hands in mine.
“I’m sorry about what happened last night,” I lie because I’m not sorry at all.
Her jaw clenches at my words as if she can see right through them, but she doesn’t call me on it.
“And I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you back at the hospital.”
That I am truly sorry about. I let my anger get away from me and spoke to her like shit. No matter how I feel about Avery, she deserves better than to be treated like something I scraped off my shoe.
She tilts her head—studying me—looking for the truth in my words before her shoulders relax. “Okay. I accept your apology.”
She moves to pull her hands free from mine, but I hold on tighter, making her wince,
“Are you okay? Do you need your meds?”
She shakes her head. “I’m fine.”
I sigh. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around you. You’re my wife, and yet you’re a stranger too.”
She bites her lip, so I continue.
“I’d like to get to know you better. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to share with me. If nothing else, I’d like to leave here friends, not enemies.”
She blows out a breath and nods. “Hating you is exhausting.”
“Then don’t hate me anymore.”
She huffs out a laugh that lacks any warmth or joy as she yanks her hands free. “Trust me, loving you is far harder.”
She climbs to her feet and makes her way to the kitchen before opening the fridge. I stare at her ass as she bends over. She’s wearing that huge T-shirt still, which slides up the back of her thighs until it almost shows her panties, but she stands up and turns to look at me before I can catch a glimpse.
“Do either of you mind if I cook?”
“As long as you don’t plan on poisoning us.”
“I make no promises. I just need to find something to do to pass the time, or I’ll go insane.”
“Knock yourself out, then. I’m going to take a shower, then I’ll help out. You know where Creed is?”
She shakes her head. “He said he was going for a walk, but that was a couple of hours ago.” She looks out the window and bites her lip. She might be mad at us, but she clearly still cares.
“Don’t worry about Creed. He knows this place like the back of his hand.”
“I wasn’t worried. Just wondering if I should make some food for him too.”
“I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
I head to the shower and leave her alone in the kitchen, wondering if she’ll still be there when I get out or if I’ll have to hunt her through the woods. When my dick gets hard at the thought of hunting her down and fucking her on her knees in the dirt, I realize part of me wants her to make a run for it.
I grab my dick and give it a tug, picturing Avery on her knees in front of me. I give into the fantasy and stroke myself, imagining Avery’s hand wrapped around my aching cock. It doesn’t take me long to come, my only regret is that Avery isn’t here to drink down the evidence of what she does to me.
I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist before heading into the bedroom. With Avery busy, I slide the rug from beside the bed and tug open the trapdoor that leads to a crawl space that houses our bags. I search for clean shorts and boxers before closing the trapdoor and covering it with the rug. I have a brief pang of guilt about keeping Avery’s things from her, but any advantage I have at the moment is a win. She’s far more unlikely to try to leave in just her panties and a T-shirt than she is fully clothed.
Does that make me a dick? Sure, but it makes me a dick with my woman nearby and not lost in the woods somewhere. I slip my boxers and shorts on before heading out to the kitchen. The smell of onions frying makes my mouth water.
