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B onnie lay staring at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. She had started it with the surprise blow job she’d called her prize, but Corey had topped that. She’d lost count of how many times he’d made her come, first with his mouth then with him inside her. Now she was so relaxed, so limp with exhaustion, she didn’t know if she could get up or when she might be able to move again.
Now, as she lay here, his arms around her, she couldn’t think of anywhere she needed to go to make her want to move. Eventually, she would have to but right now, there was no where better, no where that felt safer, than here in his arms. As she was lying there, reveling in the moment, her stomach rumbled, loudly.
Corey chuckled. “I think we missed dinner. Want to go into town and find some thing to eat? We can do a little grocery shopping too, so there’s food in the place and we don’t have to rely on the main house for everything we eat.”
She took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds before letting it out in a rush. She wasn’t ready to get up, she wasn’t ready to move. But if she didn’t, she’d wake in the middle of the night, too hungry to sleep. She’d done it before when she’d gotten into a drawing and forgotten to eat, then passed out exhausted.
“We probably should. But I don’t want to move yet.”
“I don’t either.” He tightened his arm around her middle, tugging her closer until he could kiss her temple. “But if we don’t get moving, we won’t get to town until everything is closed.” He pulled away, sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Bonnie listened as he went into the restroom and closed the door. He’d be out in a minute and then it would be her turn. With a sigh, she got up. She might as well get moving.
Thirty minutes later she sat in the cab of his truck as they headed into town. She watched out the window as the countryside swept past, thinking. Today had been fun, but tomorrow she would have to go back to work, back to her life, or at least part of it. She wasn’t quite sure yet how that would work, but they would figure it out, she didn’t doubt that. But what Phillip might do worried her.
He was turning out to be more than she’d expected. More troublesome, at the very least, but she couldn’t help but wonder if something she had done had led him to believe she’d wanted more than she had. Was it something she’d said that made him act that way? She didn’t think so, but what if it was something she’d done?
“What are you thinking about so seriously over there?” Corey asked a couple of minutes after he’d turned onto the paved highway.
Bonnie shook her head, bringing her mind back to the present. She told him the direction her thoughts had taken.
“Are you serious?” He glanced at her as if trying to read her expression.
“Serious about what?”
“Are you seriously over there wondering if something you did caused that fuckwad to act like this?” He sounded angry.
She blinked, wondering what she’d done wrong. “I’m not saying I meant for it to happen, but I’m wondering if there’s something I said or did to make him think this way.”
“Sweetness, the only think making him think that you’re his is that he’s fucked in the head. Could you have done something differently to prevent it? Maybe. Are you the one who caused it? Absolutely fucking not. You are not responsible for his behavior in any way. Only he is responsible for that.” He glanced at her several times, each time turning his gaze back on the road. They sat in silence for the space of several miles. “Do you understand what I’m saying here?”
His words made her turn and look at him a moment.
“I understand what you’re saying, and I’ve been through enough counselling to know that the only thing I can control is my actions. I can’t control him. I can’t control his behavior. Still, I can’t help but wonder.” She held up one hand to stop him from arguing. “I’m not saying I’m to blame. I know better than that. But I’m wondering if I somehow, unknowingly, influenced him or if he was just bug nuts from the beginning.”
“Bug nuts?”
Something about Corey’s tone made her think he found the expression funny. She didn’t care. It seemed appropriate.
“Yep. Bug nuts.”
He shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “Enough about him. What do you want for dinner?”
“I don’t care. Whatever you want is fine with me.”
He shot her a look that said he wasn’t thrilled with that answer. “Mexican or American food?”
She frowned for a second. “Mexican sounds good.”
“Good. That tells me where we’re going. Next thing on the list—”
“There’s a list?” She did her best to sound horrified, wondering how he would react.
“Yes, there’s a list of things to get done while we’re in town.” He shot her a look that said he knew she was trying to get a rise out of him and it wasn’t going to work, then he continued. “Next on the list is groceries. Start thinking about what kind of thing we should stock in the cabin. I’m not saying we need to have a full pantry or able to fix elaborate meals, but it would be good to have stuff to throw together a quick meal or have a snack or three on hand. That way we’ll have an idea what we’re after when we get to the store.”
“Okay.” She could admit, if only to herself, that he was right. Thinking about it now would probably save them time, and money, in the grocery store.