Page 58 of Hide and Sneak
His chest rumbles with a laugh. “Well, that was your fault. After I heard you through the wall making yourself come, I kept dreaming about it.”
I’m not sure how to respond to that, and I’m quiet until he speaks up again. “I thought about your stance on butt stuff and I’m ready to negotiate.”
That’s not where I expected the conversation to go. “Really? Are you thinking six inch or eight inch strap-on?”
“Very funny. You said plug. Very tiny plug that I will wear for thirty minutes, then I get posterior privileges.”
Here’s the thing. I want to. I know a lot of women don’t enjoy anal, but I do. I don’t do it very often because it’s hard to trust a guy to stop when I want to stop. But Sutton isn’t that type. Still, I can’t let him off too easy. “Small plug for one hour.”
“Fine, but you have to wear one for that hour too, and then I get to bend you over.”
“Deal. I’ll go toy shopping.”
My phone beeps from the end table, and he hands it to me. I’m surprised to see a missed call and voicemail from Trunchbull. I haven’t heard a peep from her and there’s no reason she should be calling me now.
“It’s my ex boss. What the hell does she want?”
Unless I get up, he’s probably going to overhear the voicemail, and I don’t really care, so I let it play on speaker. She launches into a tirade immediately. “I have had enough of this! I’ve had this phone number for over ten years and I’m not changing it because of your sickening behavior. Stop sending methose vile, disgusting pictures or I will involve the authorities.” She huffs like an angry bull before the recording cuts off.
I sit up and look back at Sutton. “What are you sending her?”
He lays a hand on his chest, feigning innocence. “Me? I haven’t sent her anything.”
“What did you do?”
He picks up his phone and shows me a folder of pictures. Each one shows her number scrawled on a wall behind or near a public toilet. Above her number, he’s written,Rate-A-Dump! Send me a picture of your most impressive shit and I’ll rate it from 1-10.
I slap my hand over my mouth. “People have been messaging her pictures of their crap?”
His grin couldn’t be more proud as he nods. “Seemed fitting since she’s a piece of shit.”
“Oh my god.” My eyes water from laughing as I try to get the words out. “Imagine the first one she got. Just an unexpected pile of shit in her messages. And then they keep coming!”
He turns off the heating pad and starts rubbing my back again. “Now, every time her phone goes off, she’s playing a game of text or turd.”
“It’s the best thing ever. Thank you!” Without any forethought, I turn and kiss him. Surprise parts his lips but doesn’t make him hesitate to slip his tongue in my mouth. Unlike our usual kisses, this one isn’t full of lust and desperation but it makes me melt in his arms just the same.
That gummy has me acting stupid. We don’t kiss when we aren’t having sex. Then again, we don’t cuddle either, yet I don’t hesitate to snuggle into him a couple minutes later when he puts the heating pad back on.
The rest of the night passes in a pleasant fog. Once my back feels better, Sutton orders us some food. We eat, and I lie on the couch, watching a movie until I doze off. The last thing Iremember is a warm blanket being tucked around me. I’m pretty sure I dreamed the kiss on the forehead that followed.
My back is better when I wake up, but I decide a day off would be a good idea so I don’t make it worse. My plan is to shop for some things for my new apartment until Sutton asks me to go with him to his property.
“Why do you want me to go?”
He slides a shirt over his head as he answers and my eyes are glued to the flexing muscles in his chest. Why can’t I get enough of this man’s body?
“Huh-uh. No. Don’t look at me like that this morning. Your back needs a break.” A grin grows on his lips. “Before I break it again. Plus, I have work to do.”
Busted. “First of all, you didn’t hurt my back. And second, I wasn’t looking at you.”
“Yes you were. You were ogling me. Objectifying me. It was really inappropriate. You should feel terrible.”
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I ask, realizing what time it is.
“I took a vacation day. My house is being delivered today.” He flops on the couch beside me. “Come with me to watch them set it up. We can bring Dusty, let him run around some.”
“Why don’t you take Amos?” He’s the one who’s supposed to be moving in with him, after all. Unless he decides to stay here and take over the trailer lease like I offered.
