Page 78 of The Stars in the Sky
"What kind of question is that?"
"I'll rephrase. How can you support candidates who want to build a wall between here and Mexico? Who want to deport all immigrants? Who let corporations get away without paying their fair share in taxes?"
He sighed. "Do you believe in everything that your candidates believe in?"
Okay, he had a point. "No."
"I'm not gonna change that. We can go issue by issue, but I'm not going to defend everything everyone else does. Growing up as a farmer, you can't be liberal around here. Farmers are about water. You ask a farmer what a problem around here is and they are going to say liberal entitlement."
"That doesn't make logical sense, though."
He smiled. "Maybe. I don't care what others do. I'm just me."
"Anything else Mr. Thrash?"
"Probably so, darlin'. I dunno. If you want to know, ask and I'll tell you. Why are you a Democrat?"
"I want to help people. I don't think that people do it on their own and I think that they need help to do it. And I want a clean environment and sustainable future for all the generations to come."
He nodded. "Me too."
"We're not all that much different are we?" I whispered.
"No baby, it's mostly just the name. And some other shit, too," he grinned, "but we can figure that out."
Then he did this maneuver where he moved my legs off of him, laid me down on my back on the couch, and pressed himself on top of me, whole torso to whole torso, his legs between my legs. And he kissed me like he was going to love me up, but he kept his hands to my hair.
It made me hot all over and my pussy throbbed.
And this made me mad at myself. I had needed the time to cool it with Will, and to think about it, but now my body was taking over and it was not good. Days of sexual thoughts were not helping, and now having his beautiful body pressed to mine, was just too much to take.
"Get off, we can't do this for another week."
"'Kay," he said, starting to move off of me, and I grabbed him back.
"Don't go."
He laughed. "Which is it, darlin'—"
I interrupted him. "I need your fucking cock in me and I need it right now. It's been days. You better do it."
"I need it there too but we have a deal, so no."
"No? You asshole.”
He looked down at me, then pressed his forehead to mine. "This was your idea. I want my end of the bargain. No. I want the 'do anything' in a week."
I shivered with the anticipation of pleasure. "You can have it now."
"No."
I shoved him by the shoulders. Of course it didn't phase him. "Stubborn fucking man."
"I'm stubborn? Look in the mirror baby."
"Asshole," I hissed.
"It's been what, a week since you called me that? We just had a mature, responsible, adult conversation about politics and I thought we made progress. So now what is it? You're so focused on the names, on the shit. What is it?" His eyes were flaring, looking at me.
