Page 49 of My Orc Contract Husband
How did I already know her well enough to catalog her snorts?
You knew her well enough to marry her, didn’t you?
This morning I felt…fragile. Barely held together, but the parts I could identify, the parts of me that weren’t empty, wereSami.
“Have you paced off the backyard yet?” she suddenly asked.
I hummed, glancing down at her, and she loosened her hold on me to lift one arm and point. “That back corner has always just been…I don’t know, useless? I put my clippings back there—I keep telling myself I’m going to build a proper compost bin one of these days. The light’s not great, so I didn’t put in any of my garden beds. But the space would be big enough for a workshop.”
It would be. I hummed again and squeezed her against me. “I’ll head back there and check it out.” And start work on a compost bin for my wife. “From here, itdoeslook like there’s plenty of space.”
“And since we don’t have a fence, you shouldn’t have any trouble getting equipment back there.”
“You’re serious?” I studied her face. “You wouldn’t mind me building something back there?”
“Of course not.” Smiling softly, she stretched up on her toes, and I leaned down to meet her lips. “It would mean I’d get my garage back.”
My bark of laughter wasn’t my normal laugh, but it feltgood. As if I was slowly finding my equilibrium again, figuring out who I was. Who I was supposed to be.
She shifted, and I caught sight of that curly-lettered acronym across her beautiful breasts. Inspiration struck, a way to lighten the mood. “Shut the fuck up,” I blurted. “All Creatures Of The Dirt Love A Delicious Leaf Snack.”
Her laughter was refreshing. She pressed her face against my chest to stifle the sound. “That’s horrible!”
I cleared my throat and tried again. “Squirrels TookFlight Under…A Canopy Of Trees…Digging Leaves And Dropping Loose Seeds.”
Her shoulders shook with laughter. “Oh my God, you’re good at this.” Her words were muffled, and I kept going.
“How about: Stop Telling Ferns ‘Ugh’ And Compost Only Twigs…Dirt, Leaves…Acorns, Daisies…Lichen?” What would the last letter, theSbe?
“Squirrels!” she blurted, then dissolved into giggles again.
“You want to compost squirrels?” I asked in mock-seriousness. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Oh, but talking to ferns is okay?” she shot back, and this time my chuckle was genuine.
“You know I’m just going to keep trying to guess what this shirt means, Sami.”
She hummed and stretched up to brush a kiss against my throat. “Maybe I won’t tell you then.”
“Is it naughty? Your other shirt was naughty.”
“Ohyes, it’s naughty!” She chuckled knowingly.
Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.
Just remembering the way she’d blurted it on our wedding night had my cock stirring in my sweatpants, and I shifted, resisting the urge to pull her closer. Did I have time to sit her on the window sill and feast on her pussy until she came? Surely I was owed that, after how she licked me last night?
But she pulled away with a sigh and I knew my cock—and myKteer—wouldn’t get their way.
“Okay, I have a showing in ninety minutes, so I better get ready. After I’ll be stuck in my office for a bit, but after that, I’ll bring out my laptop and we can start researching the foster system in this state.”
I reared back in surprise, swinging to follow her. “What? You want…?”
With a soft smile, Sami returned to me, placing her palms on my chest. “Now I understand, Tarkhan. Metellingyou that you are forgiven for your sister’s death…that isn’t going to cut it.”
My hands rose to close around hers, holding her close. “Sami…”
But she just shook her head, forestalling my interruption. “We’ll keep donating, we’ll keep sponsoring youth baseball teams, and we’ll figure out how to become foster parents. Andeventuallyyou’ll see how much good you do for this world.”
