“Green…fucking green.” I use our traffic light system to let him know I’m here, I’m on board, I’m ready to be fucked within an inch of my life. We decided it was the best safe word system, easy to remember with the shit that comes out of our mouths. We could accidentally say “tapioca” and not mean stop, at all! That would be bad. “Fucking destroy me, Diego.” I use his givenname, one I only learned a few days ago, and the growl I can literally feel against my skin sets me alight.
We also, the three of us, used the opportunity in the hospital to get checked out so we can have unprotected sex and, oh yes, am I fucking glad about that. The feel of his bare cock inside me is fucking electric and I can’t wait to strangle him with my cunt too.
He moves, in and out, slamming into me, pushing my trembling legs as far as they will go. My knees are beside my ears as I cling on to the swing, engaging my core as I get thoroughly fucked.
There’s some pain in my ribs from the beating I took, but this pleasure far outweighs anything and everything else that exists.
We fuck for what feels like hours, the blue balls flying across the room at some point, and we use the swing for so many positions my muscles are screaming at me to stop. But no…we’re not listening to those today.
Eventually, we’re both lying on his large bed in the center of the room, with pale, grey sheets sticking to our sweaty bodies.
“How’s he doing?” My voice is low as I speak into his chest where I’m draped across him.
His chest rising and falling with deep breaths makes my head move too.
“Still under observation. No news.” He sounds defeated. “Crow and Jonesy are there now, I’ll go back again in a few hours.”
“You need a little sleep first or you’ll burn yourself out.”
He chuckles at my gentle order.
“I need to feed you.” Grinder trails his fingers lightly across my grumbling stomach.
“No, I need to feed you. You’re the one with a bullet wound in his arse and a best friend in a coma.” I sit up, my mind now focused on sustaining my man in ways that don’t involve sexy times.
Grinder is my first real live boyfriend, so I really don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m definitely winging it. I’ve had my fair share of trysts and fuck buddies and all that jazz, but this is something entirely new to me.
“I need to find a job that pays me enough to buy a house. Or at least rent one. Although, what if…hmm. Maybe.”
“Where the fuck did that come from?” Grinder chuckles as I stand and throw on one of his T-shirts.
“I want to make my man a good meal. A roast. Because, honestly, there’s nothing better. Proper gravy, not that shit you call gravy. Proper beefy…mmm.” I debate whether to wear his sweatpants or risk it for a biscuit and wear just the T-shirt.
“You’re going off on a tangent, Stabby. Bring it back. Where’s your head at?” Reaching up, he grips the bottom of my—his—T-shirt and pulls me into bed, spooning me from behind.
I huff. “This place is amazing, Maribel’s is amazing, but none of them are mine. I can’t dance around in my underwear, I can’t greet you at the door while I’m starkers, I can’t do naked cooking…”
“Fair. I’d have to rip every fucker’s eyes out before that was a possibility.”
“But on the other hand, the community here feels like a fucking dream. It’s a whole big-ass family dynamic and I’m here for it. My dad was great and all, but my mum was a raging alchy, and a nice night out with Dad meant a little lotta torture.” I sigh.
“I understood about half of that but d’ya know what, Stabby?” The heat of his warm breath against the back of my neck is giving me actual life.
“What?”
“I’m gonna make every single fucking one of your dreams come true. So…I guess we need a house.” I can feel his grin and I squeeze the arm he has wrapped around me, snuggling back into him.
There’s not a chance I’m going to let him just buy us a house. I’m an independent woman and I will not be provided for. Okay, so I absolutely am, for right now, but I trust the universe has better things on the horizon.
A low knock on the door makes us both pause and I turn to face Grinder.
“What’s the time?”
“Nine.”
The knock sounds again, a little louder than before, so I leap up onto my good leg and hop over to the door, swinging it open to greet whoever’s on the other side.
“Spenny!” I jump into his arms and squeeze around his neck. “We’re getting a house.”