“They are going to look me up on theinternet.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, you really don’t get out much. Stalking someone on the internet is like the A-number one thing most people do, especially since you kept me a secret. They are going to godigging.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. You and He Who Shall Not Be Named should have thought this through a littlemore.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind the next time a murderer breaks into my place,” I snap back. “Couldn’t even make it a whole hour, couldyou?”
Silas’s mouth hangs open for a few seconds before he licks his lips and hopefully rethinks his take on this whole situation for the fifth time. “I’m sorry. Seriously. I’m trying. How about this, tell them that I told you to stay mum about your personal life, then just ask them a hundred questions about fresh produce and making jam. Maya is nosy, but Ginny cares more about jam and ‘flavor infusions’ thananything.”
“I can definitely do that. I know fuck all about jam so at least my curiosity will come off as sincere. God, that soundedhorrible.”
“No, it sounded smart. Let’sgo.”
I open my door and again, before I can even get all the way out of the truck, Silas is rushing around to my side and helping me out. I thank him and take his hand as he leads me toward another building decorated with hay bales wrapped in plaid fabric. As soon as Honeycrisp spots me she runs over and licks my hand. Hank is right behind her. He seems more interested in Silas, who bends over and gives him a rough pat as wewalk.
“Hey girl. Is that the McInroy tartan?” I askSilas.
“It is. My dad wanted to name this McInroy’s Apple Manor, but my mom wouldn’t lethim.”
“Smartwoman.”
We make it a few more feet before my phone starts ringing. The ringtone I have set for the office. “Hold on.” I stop walking and pull it out of my bag. I barely get out a hello before Caroline replies in apanic.
“Hi Miss Lewis, I know you’re out of the office, but Mr. Murrell really wants an update of the Fullertoncase.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as this tight feeling settles over my body. I know that feeling well, and it feels so much more distinct today. Heavier. It’s work mode. My brain immediately starts shuffling through emails and documents. I know it wouldn’t take me long to get the information that Murrell wants, and I know that will effectively end my apple farm adventure for theday.
“I’m just out getting lunch. Let him know I’ll be back at my computer in tenminutes.”
“Okay. Thank you. He’s on a bit of a tear today. I’ll wait a few minutes before I tell him you’ll be back at your desk in five minutes,” shesays.
“Good idea. Thanks Caroline.” I end the call. We’ve been standing in the sun for less than a minute and sweat is already gathering under my bangs. “I have to go back. I have to work. Will your friends be mad if I meet themlater?”
“Yeah, but I don’t care. I’d love to make them wait. I’ll drop you at thehouse.”
We head back to the truck. Honeycrisp and Hank are having too much fun to join us this time. When we get back to the farm house, Silas shows me where I can set up shop at the kitchen table. He also shows me the switch to the ceiling fan and opens the back door so I’ll get a nice cross breeze. He seems confused for a moment when I tell him he should really lock his wifi and then he leaves me to my work with the promise that he’ll reappear at some point withdinner.
I settle in and answer all of Murrell’s fucking questions and return all the calls I’ve missed so far today. I keep working. Silas comes back a little after dark with a burger, salad and fries. I destroy the burger and pick at the salad and the fries. He says something about sleep deprivation and then disappears. I finally glance at the clock at nine forty-five and realize my legs are stiff and I really need to pee. I have a few more emails to send, but I’ve earned a peebreak.
I make my way to Silas’s room. Joe Namath is asleep on the floor by the door. Inside, Silas is dead asleep on top of the sheets. The AC’s blowing and the lights are still on. I use the bathroom and my body starts to move on autopilot back to the kitchen when I catch a glimpse of Silas’s sleeping form. Honeycrisp is sitting back on her haunches in the doorway looking atme.
“You waiting for me to come to bed?” I say to her quietly. She cocks her head at me as if to say “Wellduh.”
I go back to the kitchen. I close the back door and grab my laptop. I turn off the light, but leave the fan on. This place needs to air out. When I get back to Silas’s bedroom, I perform the bare minimum to get ready for bed. After I wrap my hair, I cut the light and climb on the bed. Honeycrisp makes her move and settles on top of the covers near my feet. It’s so quiet. All I can hear is the air conditioning and the light sound of Silas breathing, but the quiet isn’t enough to distract me. I’m out as soon as I close myeyes.
* * *
I’m having a dream.Silas is fucking me from behind. It feels so good. I’m so wet and aching, but something’s off. I can feel him all around me, notinme. It’s not enough. I keep trying to get him to fuck me harder, I keep squirming back, and nothing seems to be working. Suddenly there’s a weird pain around my middle. It’s my ribs. My ribs are killing me. The sharp pain yanks me awake. My body knows to wiggle enough up the bed to loosen the grip, but it’s still a few more seconds before my brain processes that Silas’s arm is wrapped around my stomach. Silas’s mouth against the side of myneck.
I hold still, try to catch my breath. Later I think about how hard I’m breathing and why, but for now I ignore that the pain in my ribs is joined by the sensation of my body trying to chase a serious orgasm. My pussy is still clenching on itself and Silas’s cock is rubbing back and forth along the side of my ass, onto my hip. I freeze, but he’s still going, rutting his crotch against me. Even though I was able to release the pressure on my ribs, he still has a pretty firm grip on my tit with his other hand. I don’t know what todo.
“Silas,” I say. He doesn’t answer me. I don’t think he hears me. I say his name again, but he doesn’t stop. I realize why when he presses his face against my shoulder. He’s close. He’s about to come. At some point in the night I got under the sheet, but he’s still on top and his cock has slipped through the slit in his boxers. That doesn’t stop the heat of him from reaching my skin through the sheet and my shorts. I don’t know what I’m thinking when I reach down and slide my hand over him. I can feel how long and thick he is even if I can’t see that well in the dark. The size of his cock matches the size of theman.
I run fingers over the veins in his smooth skin and almost let out a whimper of my own as he groans against my skin. I hold still and let him keep on with what he’s doing as I use my hand to tease the head of his cock and the shaft as it slips back and forth between my hand and the sheet. He makes another desperate noise, gripping me tight again and then I feel his erection twitch as he shoots all over my cotton covered hip. Neither of us say anything after he comes. I know my brain isn’t working. I’m still wet, still so fucking turned on and he’s still wrapped around me, his heart thudding against myback.
I think about the way he kissed me earlier and how a part of me was waiting the rest of the day for him to do it again. We’re past that point. Of course we are. It’s fucked up for sure, but I realize then, with all this shit going on, this bad, bad shit, I want to feel something good. I roll over and wrap my arms around his shoulders. I press my lips against his. He doesn’t respond at first, but I take advantage of the fact that his lips are slightly parted and slide my tongue against his. I savor the taste of his mouth for a half a second before Silas jerks to theside.