Page 92 of Rut Bar

She’s quiet for a bit before she answers. “I like him. I know that sounds crazy because we just met and we’re barely more than strangers, but…”

“He fits.” I think of all the ways he fit so well during her heat. From the burst of her perfume, she’s thinking about it too.

She hums in agreement.

“He smells good.”Tastes good too.

“I know, right?” She sighs and glances at the house. “We should head back.” Vee stands and I miss her warmth already. She brushes the sand from her butt and legs.

“You missed a spot,” I tell her, patting her ass to wipe it clean.

Vee gives me a squinty look I can’t decipher. “You only wanted an excuse to touch my butt.”

I take my hand off her, confused, and tilt my head. “Do you not want me to touch your butt anymore?”

She snorts. That’s laughter adjacent, right? She doesn’t seem mad. “It’s fine. I was teasing you.”

“Good.” I smile and go back to brushing her off. I wipe her butt as clean as it’s going to get until she rinses off with my outdoor shower. “It’s a nice butt.”

Vee rolls her eyes, but extends a hand to help me up. I let her think she pulls me up from the sand, then I grab my board.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her. She hasn’t eaten food in a couple days. Nothing but her special omega waters and cum. I know how hungry I am after a fast. I can’t imagine how she feels after this many days of no food.

“My stomach is trying to gnaw its way through to my spine.”

The sand shifts underneath our feet, warmer now than it was when we first came out here, and we walk up the dune until we reach the weathered planks of my path. When we reach the fence, I cut ahead to open the gate for her.

“I’ll cook something,” I tell her. “What do you want?”

“What kind of stuff do you make?”

I shrug. “Anything you want.”

I turn the outdoor shower on and rinse the sand from my board, then stick it back in its spot in the quiver. I step under the spray and unzip my wetsuit, peeling my arms out of it and letting it hang down my legs.

Vee watches me scrub the worst of the sand off my chest and abs, her tongue flicking out to dampen her bottom lip. I watch the movement, my scrubbing slowing. When I reach up to rake my wet hair out of my face, she follows the movement with hungry eyes. She likes this.

“What do you want, Vee?” I ask her again.

“What?” She rips her focus away from my abs.

“For breakfast,” I gently remind her.

“Oh.” Her cheeks turn pinker.

I zip the wetsuit all the way down and peel myself out of it, letting the shower rinse the sand off my legs.

“Jesus,” she mutters under her breath, glancing around. “Aren’t you worried someone will see you?” Vee stares pointedly at my dick, her blush a darker shade of pink.

She sees me naked all the time. Why is she blushing? “No. There’s a fence.”

Her eyes dart to the houses on either side of mine. “Yeah, but they could see you from up on the dune or from their balconies.”

I follow her line of sight to the bedroom balconies of my neighbors. “Huh. I didn’t think of that.” I shrug. “They’ve never complained.”

“Are they women?” she asks.

“They are!” The neighbor in the peach house is a retiree with a tight white perm and big purple-rimmed glasses. She always smiles when she tells me how much she loves birdwatching. The one in the blue house is younger and divorced, but she’s almost never home. I think she works for the movie studios as an artist because sometimes she asks me to come over and model for her so she can sketch me. “How’d you know?”

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