Page 28 of Brood
When I next come to awareness, it feels like I’ve been sleeping for a long time. I don’t know the day or time. The room lighting is still gold, and I haven’t heard a chime. But something woke me up.
I discover what it is when Will comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his hair and beard wet and his skin still damp from his shower. He’s wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Did I sleep all the way to tomorrow?” I ask groggily, sitting up and pushing my hair behind my shoulders. I still haven’t braided it again yet.
He makes a breathy sound. It takes a moment to realize he’s laughing dryly. “No. I had to work all through the morning to get that generator going again, so I’m just getting my shower now.”
“Oh. Is the generator working now?”
“Yeah. We finally got it up and running again. Your friend Danny is part of that crew. He did a good job.”
I’m washed with an unexpected satisfaction at his bland words. I knew I was right about him and Danny was wrong.
Will simply isn’t a petty, jealous man. He treats people fairly.
I smile up at him.
He almost—almost—smiles back.
“So you don’t get any sort of break today?” I ask him, glancing at the clock. It’s almost three o’clock.
“I do. I took it in the afternoon instead of the morning. I don’t have to be back until four.”
“That’s good. Me too.” My eyes drift down his body, enjoying the look of it. Then my brows shoot up when I notice the outline of an erection beneath his towel. “Oh.”
He makes that huff of a laugh again. “I have an idea for our break,” he says in a thicker tone than before.
My chest and pussy clench excitedly. “In the middle of the day?”
“Why not?”
Before I know what’s happening, he drops his towel on the floor and climbs on top of me in bed.
I blink up at him, startled and thrilled and slightly nervous, like we might be doing something naughty. My legs have spread automatically to make room for him between them. “Oh.”
His shoulders shake a few times. He’s not smiling, but there’s something warm and amused in his eyes. “Do you want to?” he asks, hooking his fingers around the sides of my underwear.
“I do. Is that bad?”
“Why would it be bad?”
“It’s the middle of the day!”
His shoulders shake again. He makes a choppy, raspy sound. “There aren’t any rules about when sex is allowed. We can have sex anytime we want.” He slowly drags my panties down my legs.
“I didn’t know that. I thought it was supposed to be before bed.” I lift my ankles so he can get my underwear all the way off, and then I pull off my camisole. “Someone should have told me that before.”
He leans forward until his face is hovering near mine. “I’m telling you now.” He angles his head so he can press a kiss on the right side of my jaw. Then lower on my throat. Then even lower on my nipple.
“Oh!” I arch up at the jolt of sensation.
He lifts his head to check my face. “You like that?”
“It’s even better than when I touch them myself.”
He’s smiling for real when he ducks his head again and closes his lips around that same nipple, sucking this time instead of kissing.
I make the most ridiculous whining sound and grab for his head to hold him in place. “Will.”
