6. Hunter
CHAPTER 6
hunter
W hat the actual braindead fuck was I doing?
Playing with fire, that's what.
But she was addictive. I couldn't sleep last night because the smell of her pussy was all over my face, even after washing it. And fuck, that smell. Sweetest sugar, like the finest honey and wine and nectar. And the sounds she made when she came? A symphony of ecstasy.
All I could think of as I tossed and turned for hours was how badly I wanted to get her naked and play with her. Lick her sweet pussy until she wept. Sink my cock inside her. Bend her over my bed and fuck her senseless.
God, just thinking of all the things I want to do to her had my cock stiffening into rebar behind my workout shorts.
And she felt it.
She sank her teeth into my thumb, biting hard enough that I jerked my hand away with a hiss. "I wasn't exactly keeping count last night," she whispered, her deep, wild blue eyes sparking fire. "But I think I came at least six times."
Uh-oh. My plan to keep her from asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer by means of a ceaseless parade of orgasms may not have been very well thought out.
I wasn’t sure exactly what happened. All I knew was that one second, I had her hair in my hand and her body flush against mine, and then my wrist hurt and I was stumbling backward, off-balance and Delia was prowling after me, her mane of auburn hair wild and tangled around her shoulders and face. She kept her eyes locked on mine and scraped her hair up onto the top of her head, slipped a hair tie off of her wrist, and bound her hair into a messy bun.
My cock knew what she was implying with that move—it hardened until it hurt, aching and throbbing.
"When I said six, I meant six separate ones," I said, backing away from her like a fool.
If I let her touch me, it would be over. I was already addicted to tasting her. But if she showed me what she could do with that sassy mouth of hers, I knew damned well I'd never get enough.
She ran her tongue across her lower lip, her eyes raking over me. "Jesus, Hawk. Where does a busy, important, rich motherfucker like you find the time to maintain a body like that?"
"Dedication," I answered, my ego swelling at her awed praise. "And the fact that I've never needed more than four hours of sleep."
I'd caught my four hours—from the time I finally fell asleep at three or four until about seven-forty-five, which was pretty late for me. I'd just finished working out, which meant I was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else, and the sweat was still cooling on my skin.
Her eyes skipped greedily over my pecs, arms, and abs, and that cute little pink tongue swept across her lower lip again as her gaze fixed on my extremely prominent erection—the tip of which was this close to poking out of the top of my shorts.
Desperate to keep control of the situation on my side, I backed up again—because as badly as I wanted to feel that mouth wrap around my cock, I knew if I let that happen, I'd be handing control over to her.
"Delia." I caught up against the counter. "I don't need you to do anything. I got exactly what I wanted just by making you come."
She grinned, crushing her chest against mine, nipping the point of my chin. "I know."
"And I said six, meaning separate. Last night was one."
"Except I'm the one keeping count, and I disagree." She cupped me over my shorts, her eyes widening. "You can't tell me you don't want this."
"Fuck, woman. Of course I do."
She rubbed me, still over my shorts. "Then what's your problem? Never had a man run away from a blowjob."
"I'm not running away."
She just laughed, her palm cupping my erection and sliding up and down over the fabric of my shorts. "Scared, Hawk?"
“Don't be ridiculous."
"You are ." She ran her other hand over my chest and abs. "You're scared of how bad you want it, aren't you? You can tell how good it's gonna feel to shoot your load down my throat, can't you?" her voice was a soft, sultry whisper.
"Fuck," I hissed. "No."
She trailed her fingertips down my centerline from throat to belly button and then slid her fingers under the waistband. She met the tip of my cock there, and a greedy grin lit her face. "What have we here?" She brushed her thumb over my slit, smearing precum.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She put her thumb in her mouth, eyes never leaving mine. "Mmmmm. Tastes like you want it."
"Nope." I'm an excellent liar. I can pass any lie detector test on the planet, and my heart rate won't so much as blip.
But that lie? About as plain as the nose on my face.
She just grinned, rubbing my tip with her thumb until my knees went weak, and I had to grip the counter to stay upright.
She saw the move, and her grin widened. "I expected you to be a better liar, honestly."
"I usually am." I closed my eyes as I realized what I'd just said, but she was still rubbing her thumb all over my precum-weeping tip, which was making my brain go haywire. "What I mean is, I'm not lying."
She just laughed. "Okay, buddy, tell another one." She slid her whole hand inside my shorts, grasping my cock and caressing down to the root, thumb and forefinger first. "Let me guess…you thought you could control me via plentiful orgasms? You would be partially correct."
"Partially?" I asked, gritting my teeth to keep from whimpering like a little boy at how fucking good her hand felt.
"Partially, because two can play at that game."
She stroked me slowly, her eyes on mine, hawkishly watching my reactions.
Hawkishly.
Ha.
Fuck.
I’m delirious.
My knees dipped, and my eyelids involuntarily shuttered and flickered, and my eyes rolled back in my head. When she slid her soft, warm, small hand down to cradle my balls, a rough groan was torn out of my throat.
She laughed. "You like that, do you? I haven't even seen it. What if I just made you come like this? When was the last time you came in your pants, Hawk?"
"Never." When I was thirteen, looking at a Playboy Magazine stolen from my dad's office.
"It's tempting, Hawk, I have to say." She stroked me from tip to root and then palmed my balls again, playing with them with her fingertips, and precum threatened to become the full show. "Make you make a mess all in these cute little shorts. Would you? Or would you beg me to keep my promise? Hmmm? I'll let you choose, Hawk. How about that? All you've gotta do is ask me nicely."
I clenched my teeth and locked my knees, gripping the counter so hard my knuckles turned white. “Not gonna happen."
She grinned wider than ever, clearly enjoying the hell out of our little game. "No? You'd rather hold onto your pride? Fine by me. I mean, I'm having fun." She pressed her lips to my chest, kissing my pec and then flicking my nipple with her tongue—I flinched, and my cock twitched in her hand. "Seems silly to me, though. If you say 'Delia, will you pretty please suck my cock?' You never know what'll happen. I might just feel inclined to take pity on you. I might drop to my knees and wrap these pretty little lips around your cock. You've got a pretty big dick, so I don't think I can take all of it down my throat, but I'd damn sure be willing to try. How's that sound, Hawk?"
I squeezed my eyes shut as she continued to plunge her soft hand down my cock, dragging it back up and twisting around the head, smearing precum, and then stroking down all over again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hissed. "Never begged for anything in my life. Not about to start now."
"Asking nicely isn't begging, Hawk. It's just manners. I could make you beg. I could edge you until you promised me your firstborn if I wanted to. You haven't had my mouth on you, so I don't blame you if you don’t believe me. But you should know that I'm really, really good at giving head."
"I don't doubt that."
She smirked up at me. "You're getting close, huh? About to blow your load. I can feel it. You're trying like hell, though, I'll give you that."
I gritted my molars until they threatened to crack. "I won't ask."
Her eyes blazed. "Remember how you warned me about challenging you? Well, Hawk, I happen to be viciously competitive. Two brothers and countless cousins. I hate to lose. So now you’ve thrown down the gauntlet."
Fuck.
My resolve was legendary in Manhattan business circles. I'd walked away from a five-hundred-million-dollar deal over a minor sticking point in the contract that I wasn't willing to compromise on. I've stared down the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world without flinching.
This sexy firecracker of a woman damned well might be my match.
I groaned and threw my head back when she sank to her knees in front of me, withdrawing her hand from my shorts. “You don't have to prove anything."
"Oh, but I do. After last night, I absolutely have something to prove." She cupped the backs of my calves in her hands, sitting on her feet on the hard floor. "Don't move."
I couldn’t if I tried but didn’t bother answering—I just watched as she went into the den, snagged a throw pillow, and brought it back into the kitchen, tossed it onto the floor in front of me, and knelt on it. Fuck—she’s serious as a heart attack.
Not a funny turn of phrase—my heart was pounding out of my chest so hard I worried that, for as fit as I was, I might just have a coronary trying to pretend I wasn't one wrong touch away from coming in my shorts.
She ran her hands up the back of my legs, up under my shorts and palmed my ass. "Mmmm…nice butt."
"Thanks." I glared down at her, pissed at her for being every bit as good at this game as I am.
After a moment or two spent playing with my butt, which I have to admit felt pretty damn fantastic, she slid her hand back down my thighs, around to my quads, and then upward. Under the shorts once more, palms passing to either side of my cock. Which twitched and leaked in anticipation of her touch. The damned thing didn’t understand the stakes of the game—the upper hand in this contest for control.
I was losing.
For a second, she just caressed my quads and hipbones and belly, avoiding my cock. And then, without warning, she yanked my shorts down. Without thinking, I stepped out of them, and she picked them up. Turned the front inside out to show where my precum had stained the fabric. Her tongue flickered out and touched the shorts, a grin crossing her face. "Mmm. I bet your cum would taste amazing." She touched her lips to my hipbone on the left side, and then my belly, and then my right hipbone; with her eyes on mine, she stuck her tongue out and touched it to the tip of my cock, licking away a bead of precum. "Yummy."
My eyes rolled back in my head at the quick soft flick of her tongue. "Fuck."
She laughed. "I barely touched you, Hawk. Don't tell me you're gonna come already? I barely got to play."
"Not even close." I was actively holding back, trying to picture my fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Ellis—who resembled a bullfrog and had the personality of a rabid chihuahua—while using every Kegel exercise I knew.
She sank lower and nuzzled my groin, my cock laying against her cheek, kissing and kissing upward, her eyes casting up to mine. Her lips parted, and her tongue slid out. Fuck, so close. All I had to do was say please, and she'd have mercy on me.
I threw my head back and growled through gritted teeth. "Not…happening."
Her hand wrapped around my erection, and I almost whimpered, at the last second turning the pathetic sound I almost made into a clearing of my throat. Not that either of us believed my little performance.
A slow stroke of her hand. "You can lie to yourself, but you can't lie to me. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?" Her tongue swept over my tip again, and my knees buckled. "Only question is, where is it gonna go? My face? My hands? My tits?"
Please fuck, don't talk about your tits.
If she pulled those things out, it was fucking over. I would beg shamelessly.
And…yep. She could read me like a book, obviously, because she grinned an evil, knowing grin. Crossed her arms over her middle and peeled the shirt off, tossing it up into my face. She was wearing a black bra—nothing particularly special, just a run-of-the-mill black satin full-coverage bra. But fuck, her tits spilled up out of the cups and threatened to escape entirely. I literally bit my tongue so hard I tasted copper in an attempt to stop myself from giving her the plea she wanted—and I wouldn't be begging her to suck me off, but to merely let me get a glimpse of those big, pale, perfect tits.
She read every thought on my face. "I'm not playing fair, am I?" She cupped her breasts and lifted them. "If I got these big puppies out, you'd do anything I ask, I bet, wouldn't you?'
Abso-fucking-lutely. “Not a chance. Seen better."
She giggled, the saucy minx. “You have not. Mainly because you haven't seen them yet. But also because I have it on good authority that my tits are the best in the state, at least."
"Whose authority is that?"
"Every man and boy who has ever seen them."
"Boy?"
"I wasn't always an adult. Plus, there was that time I was trying on bras at Target and a fifteen-year-old boy accidentally walked in on me because I'd forgotten to lock the door. Most women would have screamed."
“Not you?"
She shook her head, reaching behind her back to unhook the bra. No, no, no. Don't do it. All I had to do to keep the edge of control was not beg. If she got those out, I’d be begging in a split second.
"Nope. I asked him if he liked what he saw."
"You did not."
"Did too. And then I told him to get the fuck out."
"I guarantee you he jerked off to you every day after that. Probably still does," I said.
She grinned, holding the cups against her chest. "Oh, I’m sure. I don’t mind. He was a sweet, dorky little fella. Stood there like a deer in the headlights. No clue what to do."
"Probably never saw tits in real life before that," I said, "Lucky kid."
She gave me a look that was pure mischief. “I have a conundrum now, Hawk. See, if I keep hold of the bra, I can’t use my hands to touch you. Hmmm. What to do, what to do.” She grinned at me and ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft from root to tip, pulling a ragged groan out of me. "I could just use my mouth."
"You could," I agreed.
"But in order for me to let the bra go and use my mouth, you're gonna have to use your very best manners. I'll make it even easier for you. Two words: please, Delia." She licked again and then let the cups fall away a bit, enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse of more of her breasts. "I can make all your dreams come true, Hawk. Right here, right now. Don't you want that?"
Fuck.
I couldn't make myself say no. The lie simply wouldn't come out.
"Fuck!” It was a hiss of frustrated rage.
Not even Mrs. Ellis could bring me back from the edge. Mainly because all I could see, even with my eyes closed, was Delia, on her knees, tits taunting me, lips glistening with hints of my precum, willing to give me an orgasm I knew I'd never forget.
"I'm losing interest in the game, Hawk," she warned. "I have shit to do. Ask me now or I walk away."
She would, too. I knew it.
She was playing hardball. God, she'd be a fucking shark in the boardroom.
I bit down on my tongue and closed my eyes, because apparently I'm prideful dumbass.
Two words.
But it was the capitulation they represented that I hated.
They represented losing.
I didn't lose.
Ever.
To anyone.
I would walk away instead of conceding. Ask anyone who's ever faced me in the boardroom—I didn't back down from anyone about anything.
Delia shook her head, sniffing a laugh. "Damn, okay. You're serious." She stood up, snagged the pillow, and touched my chin. "You win." She kissed my lips, a quick touch, and I tasted myself on her lips. "Bye, Hawk."
She walked away, clutching her bra against her chest. God, her bare back was fucking sexy. What is it about a woman’s bare back that’s so insanely erotic?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Wait." The word flew off my tongue unbidden. "Delia, wait."
She was halfway across the kitchen by the time my mouth betrayed me. She stopped, pillow in one hand, bra pressed to her chest with the other. "Yeah, Hawk?"
That look. Those eyes. Sultry. Hungry. Predatory. She knew damn well she had me where she wanted me. And she loved it. Fuck, the arousal on her face was plain to see. She wanted it. She wanted me. She wanted to lose—her tongue slid across her lips, as if already tasting me.
I swallowed hard, grinding my jaws together in one last valiant but pointless effort to keep the words on this side of my teeth. My cock ached painfully, harder than it's ever been, leaking precum. I watched her eyes flick to it, widening, and she bit her lower lip.
Her eyes went to mine again. "Hawk?" It was a quiet whisper. Barely a word, yet full of promise—say the words. It was all I had to do.
Fuck.
"Please." I dropped my head, knowing I’d lost. "Please, Delia."
To her credit, she didn't gloat. She didn't laugh. She did grin, still biting her lip, and then dropped the bra.
I nearly came.
God, they were glorious. Absolutely massive, real, natural, and perfect. Huge teardrops, swaying subtly with each breath. Wide, dark areolae, big thick, hard, pink nipples that begged to be suckled. I’d need both hands for each breast and then some. On her otherwise slender frame, the effect was downright shocking.
"Fucking hell," I whispered. "You're incredible."
"I am, or they are?" She asked.
"Both."
She hooked her thumbs in the waist of the sweatpants she was wearing. "I know how hard it was for you to say those words. I think you've earned a little bonus."
She wiggled out of them, tossing them aside to stand naked in front of me. And my god, incredible didn't begin to cover it.
I pushed off the counter but didn't make it a single step.
"Nope," she snapped, "you stay where you are. You haven't earned touching me yet."
I sank back against the counter, soaking in her perfect beauty greedily. The aformentioned giant tits, a soft belly that wasn't quite flat—beautifully so, in my opinion—generous hips, thick thighs, tight waist.
"Fucking gorgeous." It was a prayer, a whispered ode in two words.
She prowled toward me, those wide hips swaying. Fuck me—why had I wasted so much time chasing skinny little models with no ass, no hips, and tiny tits? She was fucking incredible. My cock went even harder at the sight of her naked body, and I had to grit my teeth and flex every muscle in my body until it hurt just to keep from coming.
She wasn't smiling anymore. Her gaze fixed on my cock. "Not to feed your ego, which I doubt needs any feeding, but god damn , Hawk. Your cock is amazing .”
I couldn't manage words. Not when she was placing the pillow on the floor and kneeling on it in front of me. Not when she looked up at me from beneath thick dark batting eyelashes, erotic promise written on her beautiful face.
"Are you close, Hawk?" She whispered. "Truth, now. It'll cost you nothing. I just want to know."
"Can't you tell?" I asked.
She grinned. "Yeah, I can." She ran her hands over my abs. "Are you gonna blow the second I put my mouth on you?"
"Gonna try like fuck not to."
"Good. That'll make it more fun. See how long you can last. I bet you don't make it fifteen seconds."
“Thirty."
"If you make it to thirty, I promise I won't argue next time. I'll go along with whatever you want, within reason."
"Deal," I said.
She slid her hands around my waist and cupped my ass, gazing up at me. "Better start counting."
She parted her lips, eyes fixed unwaveringly on mine, and took me into her mouth.
" Fuck ," I breathed, because I knew I wasn't making it thirty seconds. I wasn't sure I'd make it five.
She made a sound of appreciation in her throat as she slowly slid her mouth down my shaft, tongue swirling and flicking and tasting. She dug her fingers into the meat of my ass and pulled, encouraging me to go deeper. Not that I had a choice; she was in control. I gripped the counter, head hanging, struggling to keep my eyes open as her hot wet tight mouth took my cock inch by inch.
And she didn't stop.
I groaned, watching in disbelief as she kept taking me and taking me until her nose touched my belly. She never took her eyes off of mine.
“Ohhhhh…fuck," I breathed, stunned. "Fuck, Delia. Jesus. Don't—don't hurt yourself."
She only moaned again, her eyes glinting with arousal, and pulled away, mouth open, flicking the tip of my cock with her tongue, and then driving down again, taking all of me in a single smooth slide. Once her nose touched my belly, she stayed there, swallowing around me until I hissed, flexing every muscle in my body in an attempt to keep from blowing my load.
I was counting mentally, and I hadn't even gotten to ten.
She teased another slow, tongue-swirling slide of her mouth up my shaft to the tip. She paused, grinning at me. “Ready?"
"For what?" I asked, my voice shredded as if I'd swallowed razor blades.
"This."
This was her proving that she'd been playing around. Toying with me. Teasing me. Now, she went down on me in earnest, pulling at my ass, encouraging me to move. She slid her lips down my cock, reached the bottom, and wiggled her mouth and throat around me, and then pulled up, bobbing on my tip, and then down again. And again. Harder. Faster.
My hips flexed helplessly, thrusting into her mouth; she moaned when I thrusted, pulling at my ass.
Her wide dark blue eyes blinked up at me, eager, hungry, aroused; she took me from tip to root again, her eyes on mine, erotic glee evident in her gaze as my knees buckled and a growl ripped past my teeth.
Fifteen seconds—although I’d blanked out a few times, which meant my count was suspect.
She reached up and grabbed my wrists and brought my hands to her head and pushed down.
"Fuck," I snarled. "That's how you want it?"
"Mmmm-hmmm," she hummed, and the vibrations were nearly my undoing.
I cradled her head in my hands and guided her down my cock, thrusting at the same time. "You want it like that, huh? Want me to fuck your pretty little mouth?"
"Mmm!" she moaned, agreeing.
"Ahhh god, fuck, ohhhhhfuck," I grated, everything inside me pulsing, pounding, straining to let go. Not yet. Not yet.
She cheated.
She cupped my balls in one hand and squeezed gently, one long finger sliding along my taint and pressing, massaging. She clutched one ass cheek in her other hand, nails digging in with a sharp bite, pulling at me.
I couldn’t stop myself.
I lost it.
Twenty-two seconds by my count, and I was gone.
I let loose a harsh shout and pulled her down while thrusting into her throat. She tasted my release the moment it began and groaned eagerly, and then began fucking me with her mouth. Her bun flopped and began to come loose, so I held her hair up out of the way and tried to keep up with her pace, which was fast, and then faster, and then all I could do was thrust my hips forward helplessly and lift on my tiptoes and grunt wildly as my orgasm ripped out of me.
Stars flickered and burst behind my eyes and my brain twisted into a pretzel and everything went taut and tense, and heat swirled in my belly and burst out of me in a flood.
I heard her gulping frantically and wrenched my eyes open to watch. She held my gaze as she swallowed around me, eyes wide as my release pounded out of me. She was forced to break for breath, mouth hanging open as she gasped, cum and saliva string from her mouth to my shaft. She gripped me and pumped hard, swallowing frantically and gagging for breath, and another rush of climax spasmed out of me, this one wracking me with such potent force that my knees buckled, and I had to catch myself on the counter. My cum splattered across her chest and trickled down her tits.
"Holy fuck," she breathed. "You're still coming?"
She sucked me into her mouth again, this time wrapping both hands around my shaft and pumping me, swallowing and suckling around my glans, tongue swirling.
I'd thought I was done. I'd already come so hard I was dizzy and barely keeping my feet. But when she put her mouth on me again?
Impossibly, I kept coming, or came again—I’m not sure which.
She made a surprised sound as she swallowed more and more, pumping and stroking my cock with both soft, clever, greedy little hands.
Even when the rush of cum subsided, she didn't stop. She just kept sucking, kept stroking. A ragged groan shuddered out of me, and I quaked, spasmed, helplessly clinging to the counter as my legs gave out completely. Dizziness washed over me, and darkness occluded my vision.
Finally, as my strength abandoned me at last, she released me with a loud pop . I sagged to the cold tile floor, panting as if I’d run a hundred meters flat out. My head thunked against the cabinet as I fought for coherence. Shit, I couldn’t see straight.
When my vision cleared, Delia was kneeling on the pillow, hands on her lap, eyes fixed on me. She was smirking.
"Jesus," I breathed.
She just held her pose, letting her shit-eating smirk do all the talking.
"Shut up," I muttered.
"You goobered my tits," she said.
"Sorry?" It came out a question, for some reason.
I was still disoriented, dizzy, light-headed, weak, and stupid.
She just giggled. "I'm not. It was kinda hot. Never had anyone come as much as you just did, though. I mean, holy shit , you came like a fucking gallon."
"Been a while."
"I guess so. Self-imposed celibacy?"
“Something like that."
"Bored of all the women throwing themselves at you, were you?" She grinned, quirking an eyebrow at me.
I frowned at her. "How the fuck could you possibly know that?"
She laughed. "I didn’t, but you just confirmed it." She cupped her breasts and craned down to lick my cum off her tits, where she could reach, at least. "Mmm. Yummy."
"Fuck," I sighed. “You're gonna be the death of me."
She just giggled—and fuck, the giggle was too much. Cute and sexy and erotic all at once. "Not all cum is the same, obviously. But yours?" She closed her eyes, kissing her fingers. "Delicious."
"Glad you like it." I shook my head. "That was…fuck. I don't know what it was."
"Did you see your ancestors?"
"I saw God, I'm pretty sure. And I'm not a religious man."
That fucking giggle again. "Told you." She rose onto her knees and crawled onto me. Straddled me, arms around my neck, tits in my face. "Taste it, Hawk."
"Fuck no."
"Aren't you even the least bit curious?"
"No."
"I know when you're lying." She cupped her breasts, offering them to me. A bead of cum glistened just above her nipple. "You know you want to."
"Fuck." My hands gripped her waist, slid up her belly.
She grabbed my wrists with shocking strength and stopped me before I could touch her tits. God, she was strong. I could overpower her, but not without risking hurting her.
"I haven't permitted you to touch me yet, Hawk.” She leaned closer. “Taste yourself. It’s right there. On my tit. Taste it, and these are all yours."
"You drive a hell of a hard bargain, Delia Badd." I already said I’d do anything.
I suckled her nipple into my mouth, and she gasped, releasing my wrists to clutch desperately at my head. I cupped her breast and lifted it to my mouth and ran my tongue over her hard nipple, and then higher. A burst of smoky, salty, slightly sweet flavor exploded on my tongue, a thick, pungent taste.
She clutched my head and looked down at me. "I'm almost always right, Hawk. You should get used to that now. Listen to me, and everything will be that much easier for both of us."
"You're impossible." I had her tits in my hands, and I was in heaven.
So soft, so heavy. She let me play with them for a minute and then pulled out of my reach, shifting backward off my lap.
"Too bad you won't tell me the truth right now," she said. "I'm so horny, you don't even know. I'd fuck your brains out, Hawk."
Goddammit.
"I can't. Not yet."
She sighed. "I know." She stood up and backed away. "Shame. You and me, Hawk? We'd fuck like gods."
And with that, she turned and walked away, big beautiful ass swaying to unheard music, bare back sensuous and enthralling.
She shut the door to the guest room I’d put her in, and a minute later, I heard the shower turn on.
I slid down to lie on the kitchen floor, groaning.
"I'm so incredibly fucked," I said out loud.