Chapter 28
Trey
Traveling by cleavage might sound like a dream to some people, but it wasn’t anything he’d want to do again. For one, it was dark, so he could have just as well been traveling inside someone’s ass and he wouldn’t have known the difference.
And the trip inside the plastic pill bottle was way too long, felt stifling, and was uncomfortable.
Sure the cotton provided some cushion, but it wasn’t like being in first class…
or even economy. All he could do was awkwardly sit, resting his back against the bottle’s wall.
Every jar of movement agitated the pain in his shoulder.
This didn’t stop him from reaching for his wife, encouraging her to sit between his legs with her back resting against his chest. If it weren’t for his injuries, he would have used this opportunity to seduce her, because he hadn’t come close to fulfilling his new bucket list of weird places to have sex with his wife.
But, thanks to Buddy, it wasn’t happening anytime soon.
Also, their rescuer would probably not appreciate people having sex between her boobs.
Fortunately, Trey could be content while holding his wife.
He alternated between playing with her hair and stroking one of her arms with his uninjured hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Mm-hmm. But it’s hot, and I’m thirsty, and I really want a long bath.” She didn’t push him away, though, relaxing against him. “How are you doing?”
He brushed a light kiss on her temple. “Hanging in there. I think the pain reliever is starting to wear off.”
“And here I thought traveling inside a woman’s boobage would be enough to make you forget about the pain.”
“Babe, if I’m going to be excited about being in anyone’s boobage, it’s going to be yours.”
She released a light chuckle. “Good answer.”
“There’s no way I’m risking going back in the doghouse, not when there’s nowhere for me to escape if you decide to finish me off.”
“So your answer is fear-based?” she asked.
“Hell, yeah. I saw what you were going to do to that crab, and he was the size of a monster truck.”
“That’s just me doing anything to protect my man.”
“Yeah, and I want to stay your man. Don’t forget, as soon as we get fixed up, we’re spending a week in bed with pizza. I’m going to live in your boobage and maybe visit a few other wonderful areas of your anatomy.”
She hummed her approval at this plan.
Bright light tinged in orange pierced their space. He squinted and blinked against it. As oppressive as the pill bottle was, the dark was weirdly comforting, and the light made him feel exposed.
With the lid removed, fresh, cool air made its way into his lungs. It was wonderful to finally breathe, but also horrible because taking deep breaths hurt his shoulder.
Sasha’s voice echoed inside the plastic chamber of the bottle, telling them they had arrived and the equipment was ready to go. When the bottle was placed on a platform, they got to their feet, bracing against the sides as the bottle tipped over, allowing them to walk onto the booth’s floor.
They emerged with his uninjured arm wrapped around Cat’s shoulder and hers at his waist, each supporting the other.
The pill bottle was removed by a hand. Their environment was eerily familiar but more like a past dream than something experienced yesterday.
Did time move slower when a person was extremely tiny?
The strange What happens in Cancun banner remained stuck to one of the walls.
They certainly didn’t look the same as the last time they’d been inside the booth.
His T-shirt had been shredded to pieces, so it was gone, leaving him bare-chested except for the bandage around his shoulder.
His shorts were badly stained and ripped.
He had no shoes, his hair felt dirty, and he was injured.
His wife was also filthy, hair wild around her head, and she wore only the beautiful warrior bikini.
She was still the most amazing person he had ever known.
“You think this is going to work?” Catalina asked.
“Yeah,” he replied, sliding his good arm around her waist, pulling her to the front of his body. “It’s going to work.” He gave her a devilish grin. “But only if you kiss me.”
At first, she gave him a single raised eyebrow, one that said, Are you serious right now? Then her expression shifted into something light and playful as her gaze drew down to his lips. “I’m sure you’re right. We better not take any chances.”
Tilting his head down, she met him halfway, her lips soft and ready as they pressed into his.
Closing his eyes, he gave in to the sensation, his tongue doing a delicious slide into her mouth, and he groaned his approval, forgetting all about his shoulder.
A light zapping and heat bounced across the atmosphere surrounding him, a feeling of absolute weightlessness filling his head.
She was his anchor, and he wasn’t letting go as he continued exploring her eager mouth with his own.
This was similar to what he experienced the first time he kissed her, when he snuck her into the small wall nook outside the campus coffee shop.
He knew immediately this was a woman he needed in his life.
Someone to ground him when he lived in a dream world, someone who’d push him when he needed it, and someone who would fight like hell for him when he couldn’t do it himself.
He thought maybe their next wedding vows should include a new addendum.
For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, whether normal size or very, very small, Trey would love her forever.
“Damn,” he said when they finally broke apart, smiling with his eyes closed so he could hold onto the hope a little longer.
Her warm breath teased his skin. “Yeah,” she replied in a light tone.
There was a tapping on the glass partition of the booth. He finally opened his eyes to Catalina’s warm brown ones. Together they turned their heads and were face-to-face with the woman who had found them and an older, balding gentleman in glasses.
“We’re back,” Trey said.