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will. This
was good for I could dehydrate faster than starve but it was bad
because drinking water made nature call.
Other than that, he spent most of the day
somewhere else (but close, I could hear him doing such things as
murmuring to his horse, chopping wood and what I guessed was
sharpening weapons) and I spent most of the day alone, getting
hungrier and hungrier by the minute, bored out of my skull at the
same time scared beyond reason.
I wanted to go home.
“I need coffee,” I informed him because I
did. I knew my headache wasn’t because I was hungry. I knew it was
because my system desperately needed caffeine.
“Coffee sounds good,” he whispered, his eyes
moving to my mouth.
Oh God. Here we go.
All right.
Whatever!
“Okay, fine,” I snapped. “What do I have to
do for a cup of coffee?”
His eyes moved back to mine and they were
smiling. “Why don’t you do what you think a cup of coffee is worth
and, when you’re done, I’ll tell you if you’ve earned it.”
I glared at him a second, willing my eyes to
annihilate him.
This didn’t happen so I spat, “I hate
you.”
The smile didn’t fade from his eyes when he
replied, “I don’t care.”
What…
Eh…
Ver!
Oh well. Fuck it. A girl like me would do a
lot for caffeine and seeing as I was a girl like me, there it
was.
Both my hands went to either side of his
face, my foot went into the hides, I pushed off, rolling into him,
taking him to his back with me on top and I kissed him, hard,
open-mouthed, wet, long and hot.
God, oh God, oh God but I wished he
didn’t taste so fucking good.
When I was done, one of his arms was locked
under my shoulder blades the other one was locked tight around my
waist.
I lifted my head and said (unfortunately
breathlessly, so good was that kiss), “Does that earn me
coffee?”
“Sweets,” he murmured, his rough voice
rougher, his sexy eyes sexier and his arm moving from under my
shoulder blades so that his fingers could slide up the back of my
neck into my hair, “that was so bloody magnificent, you get coffee and porridge.”
Yippee!
His arm around my waist moved so his hand
cupped my ass and his head lifted so his face was in my neck.
“Fancy earning clothes?” he asked against my
skin.
I shivered. His hand was so big, so warm,
his grip so firm and his voice rumbling against my skin so hot my
first shiver was followed by a full on tremble.
Not to mention, I wanted out, out,
out of this nightgown.
Shit.
“What do I have to do for clothes and a bath with soap?” I asked cautiously.
His head went back to the hides and his eyes
caught mine.
“I have soap,” he told me.
I felt my eyes grow wide. “You do?”
He nodded.
“Really?” I breathed.
He grinned. “Yes, Cora.”
Oh man. He had soap. And I wanted to be
clean from top-to-toe. I wanted it bad.
Shit!
I studied him as he patiently waited, his
hands still warm on me.
Hmm.
“What do I have to do to get you not to be a
jerk to me all day, from now to bedtime?” I asked.
His eyes warmed and let me tell you, they
looked nice warm. So nice, my belly felt like keeping them company
so it did, getting warm too. Way warm.
“That’ll take some work,” he whispered.
“If I, uh… do all the work now, will you,
um… be nice all day?”
His hand at my ass squeezed. “You earn it,
you’ll get it.”
I licked my lips.
Was I going to do this?
Shit.
Shit!
Shit!
I looked into his eyes, felt his hard body
beneath mine then turned my face away, clenching my jaw and closing
my eyes hard.
No. No I wasn’t going to do this.
No way.
He thought I was Cora of this world but I
couldn’t lose my hold on the fact that I was not. I didn’t
deserve this even though he genuinely and with reason believed I
did.
I would not whore myself for soap and
clothes and another human being nice to me.
I would not .
I turned back to him and whispered, “I think
I’ll make do with coffee and porridge.”
Once I was finished speaking, I
was good for I could dehydrate faster than starve but it was bad
because drinking water made nature call.
Other than that, he spent most of the day
somewhere else (but close, I could hear him doing such things as
murmuring to his horse, chopping wood and what I guessed was
sharpening weapons) and I spent most of the day alone, getting
hungrier and hungrier by the minute, bored out of my skull at the
same time scared beyond reason.
I wanted to go home.
“I need coffee,” I informed him because I
did. I knew my headache wasn’t because I was hungry. I knew it was
because my system desperately needed caffeine.
“Coffee sounds good,” he whispered, his eyes
moving to my mouth.
Oh God. Here we go.
All right.
Whatever!
“Okay, fine,” I snapped. “What do I have to
do for a cup of coffee?”
His eyes moved back to mine and they were
smiling. “Why don’t you do what you think a cup of coffee is worth
and, when you’re done, I’ll tell you if you’ve earned it.”
I glared at him a second, willing my eyes to
annihilate him.
This didn’t happen so I spat, “I hate
you.”
The smile didn’t fade from his eyes when he
replied, “I don’t care.”
What…
Eh…
Ver!
Oh well. Fuck it. A girl like me would do a
lot for caffeine and seeing as I was a girl like me, there it
was.
Both my hands went to either side of his
face, my foot went into the hides, I pushed off, rolling into him,
taking him to his back with me on top and I kissed him, hard,
open-mouthed, wet, long and hot.
God, oh God, oh God but I wished he
didn’t taste so fucking good.
When I was done, one of his arms was locked
under my shoulder blades the other one was locked tight around my
waist.
I lifted my head and said (unfortunately
breathlessly, so good was that kiss), “Does that earn me
coffee?”
“Sweets,” he murmured, his rough voice
rougher, his sexy eyes sexier and his arm moving from under my
shoulder blades so that his fingers could slide up the back of my
neck into my hair, “that was so bloody magnificent, you get coffee and porridge.”
Yippee!
His arm around my waist moved so his hand
cupped my ass and his head lifted so his face was in my neck.
“Fancy earning clothes?” he asked against my
skin.
I shivered. His hand was so big, so warm,
his grip so firm and his voice rumbling against my skin so hot my
first shiver was followed by a full on tremble.
Not to mention, I wanted out, out,
out of this nightgown.
Shit.
“What do I have to do for clothes and a bath with soap?” I asked cautiously.
His head went back to the hides and his eyes
caught mine.
“I have soap,” he told me.
I felt my eyes grow wide. “You do?”
He nodded.
“Really?” I breathed.
He grinned. “Yes, Cora.”
Oh man. He had soap. And I wanted to be
clean from top-to-toe. I wanted it bad.
Shit!
I studied him as he patiently waited, his
hands still warm on me.
Hmm.
“What do I have to do to get you not to be a
jerk to me all day, from now to bedtime?” I asked.
His eyes warmed and let me tell you, they
looked nice warm. So nice, my belly felt like keeping them company
so it did, getting warm too. Way warm.
“That’ll take some work,” he whispered.
“If I, uh… do all the work now, will you,
um… be nice all day?”
His hand at my ass squeezed. “You earn it,
you’ll get it.”
I licked my lips.
Was I going to do this?
Shit.
Shit!
Shit!
I looked into his eyes, felt his hard body
beneath mine then turned my face away, clenching my jaw and closing
my eyes hard.
No. No I wasn’t going to do this.
No way.
He thought I was Cora of this world but I
couldn’t lose my hold on the fact that I was not. I didn’t
deserve this even though he genuinely and with reason believed I
did.
I would not whore myself for soap and
clothes and another human being nice to me.
I would not .
I turned back to him and whispered, “I think
I’ll make do with coffee and porridge.”
Once I was finished speaking, I
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