“Yeah,” he whispered back and his grin became a smile.
My mind was pleasantly occupied with visions of Mike and me acting out one specific scene from that movie when he got close, bent to me and touched his lips to mine.
He pulled away an inch and said, “Come home soon’s you can.”
I nodded.
“Love you, Angel.”
“You too, honey.”
He grinned again, lifted up, kissed the top of my hair and I watched him walk away.
There it was. That was it. A busy day with a lot of shitty parts and one lip touch from Mike and it was all better.
I reached down, turned on my wheel and got busy so I could get home as soon as I could.
*
Mike kissed my earlobe, pulled out and rolled off of me and out of bed. He tugged the covers over me as I tried to regulate my heartbeat.
Like this morning, not a double (alas) but a near simultaneous orgasm.
Unlike this morning, I got to play with Mike.
It was glorious.
Yes, sex with Mike just kept getting better and better.
I watched him walk to the bathroom then minutes later I watched him walk out with a wet cloth. He joined me and bed, his hand with the cloth between my legs as his lips brushed mine, my cheekbones, my nose, my eyes.
He bent and kissed my throat when he finished, got out of bed and headed back to the bathroom.
I watched again.
Then he came back, tagging my panties and nightgown from the floor. He handed them to me and I shimmied the panties up and pulled my nightie over my head as Mike yanked up his pajama bottoms. Tying the drawstring, he went to the doors and let Layla in.
She ran toward the bed, jumped up, came right to me and I reached out to give her head a rubdown.
As I did, she licked my wrist.
Then Mike joined me in bed, curled me into him and pulled me with him as he reached for the light. He turned it off as Layla sauntered down the bed, turned once, twice then she fell to her side on a dog groan.
I closed my eyes and snuggled closer to Mike, tangling my leg with his, gliding my arm around his stomach, settling my cheek on his chest.
Then I said softly into the dark, “Can I address something from this morning?”
His arm got tight and he started, “Dusty –”
I lifted my head and looked at his shadowed face. “Please, Mike, one thing and I promise it won’t piss you off.”
He was silent a moment then he gave in. “One thing.”
I wet my lips, rolled them together then I dropped my cheek back to his chest and whispered, “I miss Texas.” His entire body got tight and I kept going but this time quickly. “I miss Jerra, Hunter, their kids, my place, Schub’s, my gallery, a lot of stuff.”
“Dusty –”
I squeezed his stomach and kept whispering, talking over him, “Please, honey, let me finish.”
I felt his chest expand then he let out the breath he took in.
I kept going, still whispering, “But I go to sleep beside you. I wake up the same way. And I got the honor of talking to Reesee about becoming a woman. I’m one of the first to hear No play his new bass. I sleep with a golden retriever’s head on my ankle. I eat dinner with you at night. I watch TV with you until I’m ready to hit the sack. But even if I didn’t get all the extras and I just got you, I’d be happy. You see me giving up a lot and what you said earlier made me realize you haven’t gotten over that. But you need to know I’d be happy in Siberia just as long as I went to sleep and woke up with you.”
I stopped talking and Mike was silent. This lasted a long time.
So long, a little freaked out, I called, “Mike?”
“You’re right, that didn’t piss me off.”
I blinked into the dark.
Then I burst out laughing.
Through my laughter, Mike ordered, “Stop laughin’, Angel, kiss me and go to sleep.”
Still chuckling, I lifted up, pushed up and kissed him.
His arms closed tight around me and he kissed me back.
This lasted longer than his silence.
A lot longer.
Then he let me go, I snuggled back into my man, his dog scooched until her head was resting on my ankle and we went to sleep.
Chapter Twenty
“Fell on Black Days”
Walking up to the farmhouse, Mike heard it so he quickened his pace.
It was Tuesday. Rivera, Jerra and their kids were there. After they arrived on Sunday, they’d spent the day with Dusty, Mike and his kids and three dozen Hilligoss donuts. Mike ended the day with Rivera and a beer at his barbeque on the back deck. Rees and No were in the living room playing with the kids. Dusty was in the kitchen bonding with Jerra.
Yesterday the Rivera family went into Indy to do the tourist shit, The 500, the Circle, doing this to let Dusty get out in the fields. They all went out to dinner at The Station last night.