She did it again and again, flicking the top of the ice cream now.
“I see what you’re doing. I’m onto you now.”
“Yeah?” She didn’t stop, consuming the rest of her ice cream the way she might consume him, both amused and titillated by the effect she had on him.
By the time she had finished, he was more than ready to go home.
“What’s the hurry?” she asked sweetly.
“You’re going to find out.”
He was on her the moment they were inside, crushing her against him, kissing her hard, one hand sliding inside her shirt to caress her breast. He swung her into his arms, stomped up the stairs, then set her on the bed and started taking off his clothes.
She did the same, as eager for him as he was for her. The moment his cock sprang free, she reached for it, taking the hard length of him into her hand—and then into her mouth. She stroked him with her hand and mouth in tandem, teasing the head with her tongue just as she had the ice cream cone.
“Stop. Stop! Oh, shit!”
She drew back, saw pain on Chaska’s face. “Wh-what did I do?”
“Jalapeños. I didn’t think about that. Damn!” He took off at a run, hand cupped over his penis. “Son of a bitch!”
She tried to follow, but her crutches were downstairs. “Should I call 911?”
“No!” he shouted back. “God, no!”
She hopped out of his room to the stairs, then clutched the rail, hopping down one stair at a time, moans coming from the kitchen, cupboards opening and closing. She picked up her crutches and hurried into the kitchen.
Chaska leaned against the refrigerator, stark naked, eyes squeezed shut, holding a bowl of milk to his crotch, his penis submerged.
“Are you sure I shouldn’t call for help?”
“I donotwant Hawke over here administering first aid to my dick.” He moaned again. “Milk will neutralize it. It’s not as bad as it was when I came down.”
“I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t think—”
“It’s not your fault. I should have thought of it.” He gave a tight little laugh, the lines of pain on his face starting to ease. “It’s kind of funny, really.”
Naomi didn’t think so.
“I’mreallyglad Win isn’t home.” He laughed again—and kept laughing.
Naomi thought about how this must look, the two of them naked, his penis in a bowl of milk, and she laughed, too.
Chaska spenta good hour soaking his dick in milk and then washing himself with soap and cool water. He knew Naomi felt terrible about what had happened, but it really wasn’t her fault. With his dick out of commission for the moment, they’d ended up in his bed again, snuggling together and talking.
“What do you normally do when you’re on vacation?” she asked him.
“I sleep more, and I climb a lot. Sometimes I head up into the mountains for some alpine climbing. Mostly, I spend a lot of time in Eldo—Eldorado Canyon State Park, where we rescued that guy from The Bastille.”
“You’re not getting to do much of that with me here.”
He kissed her temple. “I’m not complaining.”
They talked for hours, a lazy breeze tousling the curtains, the scent of Winona’s roses drifting through the windows. He told her about growing up on Oglala. Swimming in the creek in the summer. The long walks and fishing trips with his grandfather. The teacher who’d recognized that he was gifted and had fought to get him tested. Going on the powwow trail with his grandparents. Learning to ride a horse. Sitting around the fire and listening to his grandfather’s stories about the Iktomi, the spider-trickster spirit.
She listened, laughed, but something was bothering her. The more he shared about his life, the more wistful the expression on her face became, those beautiful blue eyes filling with shadows.
“Hey, you’re not still blaming yourself for my case of jalapenis, are you?”