Present Day
I yawn widely when I wake up the next day. I’m pretty sure it’s still morning, anyway, because the sliver of sunlight that managed to sneak into the room isn’t as bright as it would be if it were midday.
When I feel Red’s small body shift against me, my heart jumps into my throat. I wasn’t expecting her to be on this bed with me when I woke up, and now I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or if it’s just gonna turn into another round of bullshit.
She turns on her side, her lips gently grazing my chest, and smiles. Her eyes are still closed, so I’m sure she’s not aware of what she’s doing, but it’s starting to get me hard, so I move back from her a bit and place a hand gently on the side of her face.
“Morning,” I say softly.
She cracks one eye open, smiles, and reaches for me, pulling herself against me again.
“Morning,” she replies tiredly. She brings her small fist to her mouth as she yawns, then lowers it, snuggling back into my chest.
“Babe? Not a good idea right now,” I say with a quiet chuckle, pulling myself away from her again.
“It’s never been a bad idea before,” she replies the smile still on her face as she reaches for me again. Only this time, she doesn’t reach for my waist; this time, she reaches for my boxers and slides her hand into the fly, closing it around my dick, and I suck in my breath. I don’t want to do this right now, because Christ knows if she’s going to blow cold about it later, but I won’t deny her, either.
She’s had enough of that in her life.
I reach for her and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her tightly as she begins to gently stroke me. I let out a content sigh as I place my chin on top of her head. Red’s hands are fucking magic—they always have been—and her touch is the one thing that keeps me sane in this fucked up, miserable world.
I moan happily as she moves her hand faster, using her other hand to pull my boxers down.
“Oops,” she giggles, when she gets tangled.
“I got it,” I tell her with a smirk as she pulls her hand out of the fly and waits patiently.
I slide my thumbs into the waistband and pull them off. Once that’s done, I toss them onto the floor and wrap my arms back around her as she grips my cock and resumes stroking me. My breath catches in my throat when she begins to move down the bed, her lips leaving a trail of soft kisses from my chest down to my stomach, and just above my dick. She’s holding it firmly in her hand and looking up at me with her wide, innocent eyes, but the smile on her face right now is far from fucking innocent. It’s the smile of a very naughty girl who knows what I like and isn’t afraid to give it to me.
Red licks the tip of my cock and I take in a sharp breath. Her fucking mouth is even more magical than her hands, and I’m going to fucking freak out if she doesn’t just go for it soon.
She tilts her head to the side and the smile turns into a devious grin. Using her other hand to get a firm grip on my balls, she suddenly sits up on her knees and gives me an unnerving stare.
“Where the fuck were you all day?” she asks in an even tone.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now.
I groan and put my hands over my face for a moment, but when she tightens her grip and gives my balls a hard tug, I open them immediately and hold my hands up.
“Whoa there!” I say loudly. “Let’s not rip those off.”
“Where were you?” she asks again.
I should have known better by now that with the way shit has been recently, she would just roll over and fuck. Not that I’ve ever thought of her as that kind of girl, but it would have been nice right now.
“I went to Cold Spring,” I say, reaching down and attempting to pry her hands off me.
Red shakes her head firmly and doesn’t let go.
“I swear to God! That’s where I was!” I say in a panic. At this point, I wouldn’t put it past her to rip my balls off my body, and I’m frantically wracking my brain to figure out how to talk her out of it.
“Why did you smell like cigarettes last night then?” she asks in a low, even tone as she narrows her eyes.
“Because I went to Millie’s! You know how much she fucking smokes. For fuck’s sake, babe! Ease up a little down there,” I plead, reaching for her hands again.
“Why?” she asks, digging her nails into my sack.
I let out a pained yell and grit my teeth. My eyes are watering, and I’m in danger of becoming a fucking eunuch here shortly, if she doesn’t believe me.
“I went to tell her to stay out of our lives. Shit got out of hand, I ended up stomping her fucking throat in and she’s in the trunk of the car,” I confess in a rush.
Red finally pulls her hands away from me and I let out a long breath. I sit up as best I can and reach down to massage myself in an effort to dull some of the pain. She sits back on her heels, runs her hands irritably over her face, and sighs.
“Millie; check,” she mutters glumly.
“What?” I ask her. The pain is starting to dull finally, and I’m regaining my bearings, but at least now I know never to leave for an entire fucking day and come back in the wee hours of the morning. It could mean my goddamn manhood.
“Millie, Doreen, Jake. The only one left at this point is Hoyt,” she says with a heavy sigh as she attempts to push herself off the bed. But I’m faster than Red—much faster—and I grab her by the arms and pull her back up toward me.
“It’s not like we have a fucking checklist,” I grumble. “Millie was an accident. I lost my shit, and well …”
“I don’t care about her,” Red says, shaking her head vigorously. “I don’t care about Jake, and I don’t give a shit about Doreen, but Hoyt? I don’t know, Jori; something’s not right about what’s happening to him.”
I clear my throat and put an arm around her. Red falls against me and sighs heavily. To me, it really depends on how the situation is analyzed. The bastard threw me away because Doreen told him to; then, he had me fucking committed because Millie probably mooed at him one too many times, and he had the chance to turn me in but he didn’t. What he’s been through for the past fifteen years … what’s waiting for him when he reaches the end of the road … as far as I’m concerned, he’s fucking earned it. He knows it, and so do I. Why Red keeps pressing it is beyond me.
“Sorry about that,” she says, running her hand over my stomach and looking up at me. “I just can’t lose you too, you know? To anyone, for any reason.”
“I’m not going anywhere, kid,” I promise her. I gently lift her chin toward me and kiss her so softly that when a moan escapes her mouth, I smile.
“No. And you know why? ‘Cause I just found out how dangerous you can be down there,” I say with a chuckle.
“It won’t hurt this time; I promise,” she says, biting her lower lip.
“I don’t trust you, babe,” I reply with a shrug. “Besides, don’t you wanna go out and do something today?”
Red pouts at me and I laugh. She’s used to getting her way with that pout, but I’m still kind of scared for my balls right now, so I don’t want her hands or mouth anywhere near them.
She arches her eyebrows at me. She’s taking this as a challenge when it’s absolutely not; however, when she reaches down and slides her panties off, I can’t help but grin. Her pussy is far from dangerous with the exception of how addictive it is, and when she straddles me and reaches for my dick, I playfully slap her hand away and hold it up for her myself. She pushes me back against the headboard as she slides herself down onto it, and I lean my head back, letting out a breath.
Red arches her back slightly as she begins to gently rotate her hips, grinding into me, and it’s in moments like this that I couldn’t give two fucks what anyone thinks about us.
I grip one of her hips tightly and reach for her top with my free hand, but she beats me to it and pulls it off, tossing it at my face.
“Don’t move.” She leans forward to whisper in my ear. My cock is throbbing inside her warm, wet cunt, and I let out a throaty chuckle when she ties the shirt around my eyes. Red reaches for my hands and pushes them back against the headboard, holding them in place as she begins to grind her hips again.
She’s depriving me of the honor of seeing and touching her, and it’s so fucking maddening that I know I won’t last much longer like this.
“Fuck, babe,” I groan as I feel her tits pressing against me. She wants this more than I could have ever thought, and it makes me feel like shit may be okay again. Maybe not like it used to be, but close enough that I know she has no intention of leaving me.
“Faster, baby, please,” I beg her. I can feel it building deep inside me, and I want to come inside her so bad right now that I’m grinding my teeth.
Red takes a deep breath and begins to bounce on my dick. She’s not rotating her hips anymore; she’s fucking bouncing on me, and I lean my head back, moaning louder than I ever have before.
“Don’t fucking stop. Just like that,” I half beg, half command her as my balls start tightening.
She lets out a sound that seems more like a whimper than a moan as she bounces harder, and in the next glorious moment, I let out a gasp as my cock finally drains inside her.
With a tired giggle, she falls against me, sweaty and breathing heavily. My hands are still firmly held in place, and as I try to steady my breathing, she leans her face up and kisses me gently on the nose before letting my hands go and undoing the makeshift blindfold.
“Do you love me?” she asks with a hopeful gaze in her eyes.
“More than anything,” I reply, wrapping my arms around her. She smiles as she climbs off me and I groan slightly, making a face. I always hated the way that felt, but I try not to make too big a deal about it. I don’t want her to think she’s ever done anything wrong, because in all honesty, we can’t be stuck together—no matter how lovely the sentiment may seem.
“Go take a shower, Davidson. You smell like pussy and sweat; it reminds me of that guard in the facility,” she says with a chuckle.
I roll my eyes as I watch her pull her panties on and walk over to sit in the chair by the window. She pulls the curtain back slightly and sighs.
And just like that, it looks like we’re back to cold again.