“Yes,” I exclaimed, practically jumping up and down.
My excitement garnered the attention of Trance, and his eyes were much more amused this time than the last time I’d seen him over by the dead mother.
“Keep going, girl,” he ordered, pointing in the direction of more destruction.
I smiled brilliantly at him, giving him a pat on the forearm before escaping through yet another small parting in the debris.
Minutes quickly turned into another hour before I decided to take a little break.
Although Belly didn’t look tired, I knew she was hot and most likely needed a drink.
“Come on, old girl. Let’s get you something to drink,” I said, petting her head lovingly.
She gave me a doggy grin, pushing her head into my hand and closing her eyes in bliss as her tongue lolled out the side.
I passed Mohawk Guy and said, “We’re going to get a drink of water.”
Mohawk Guy looked up and smiled. “10-4.”
As I walked back to the command tent, where I assumed there would be water, I realized just how far we’d walked today.
“I guess I should’ve gotten you water earlier, eh?” I asked my companion.
“Dogs are resilient creatures,” the burly guy said as he caught up to me.
I smiled at him.
“Oh yeah, I know. I used to work with them during my…old job,” I said. “I know they’re tough.”
I didn’t really want to ruin the mood by telling him I used to be in prison.
That was an instant mood breaker, and I probably had to work with him the rest of the day.
But the moment the command tent and Silas came into sight, the man was gone.
One second I was having a conversation with the man, and the next he was nowhere to be found.
“Weird,” I said aloud.
Silas spotted me the moment I came into sight.
“Who was that with you?” He asked when I was within ten feet or so of him.
I shrugged. “A man that I’ve been working with all morning.”
He smiled.
“It’s about two in the afternoon now, Sawyer,” he said chidingly, lifting his finger to run it down the bridge of my nose. “You’re burned.”
I shrugged. “Not the first time and won’t be the last.”
He shook his head slightly, wearing a little grin, as I grabbed a water bottle from the table in front of him. I picked up a bowl full of Band-Aids that had been sitting under the table, dumped them out, and filled it up with water for Belly.
Belly gulped it down quickly, and I felt even worse for neglecting her.
“Stand up,” Silas ordered.
I blinked and looked up at him to find him holding a bottle of sunscreen with a good amount already squeezed out on his extended palm.
I stood, trying not to smile as he rubbed the lotion into my face.
It burned as his fingers met the already sun kissed skin, but nonetheless I stayed still until he was finished.
Then his hands started on my neck and arms.
I shivered slightly as he took his time rubbing the lotion into my skin, dipping past my shirt to run along the swells of my breasts.
I was panting when I finally looked up into Silas’ eyes.
Leaning forward, my hips met the distinct bulge of his cock, and his eyes flared as we came into contact.
My mouth opened, and I started to speak when I was interrupted.
It was like a dousing from a cold bucket of water in the middle of a desert.
“Silas!” A distinctly familiar voice called. “Help me!”
I closed my eyes and looked around Silas’ large body to see my mother barreling down on us with a box of food filled to the brim.
“Sawyer! What are you doing here?” My mother asked.
Silas stayed where he was while I skirted around him, stepping over Belly who’d laid full out on the grass in shade the command tent’s shadow.
“Hi, Mom,” I said. “I’m here helping Dr. Zack.”
She smiled.
“Awesome. It’s good to see you out here,” she smiled, blissfully unaware of what she’d just interrupted.
“Reba,” Silas said as he turned around.
He had a clipboard he’d picked up off the table held in front of his erection, and I turned my face down so my mother wouldn’t see my satisfied smile.
I felt a pinch on my ass and whirled around to see Silas glaring down at me.
My head whipped around to stare at my mother, but she was so busy pulling food out from the box that she never even noticed our little interaction.
I widened my eyes at Silas, who only smiled and walked to the table.
“Whatcha got?” Silas asked, pulling out a couple of Styrofoam boxes.
“Barbeque,” she smiled. “I got your favorite!”
His favorite?
And why, if they were only neighbors, did she know his favorite?
I didn’t know his favorite anything, and I’d had sex with him multiple times!
I knew how he liked his cock sucked, though.
Which I guess was better than knowing he preferred chopped brisket to sliced brisket.
“I also got you pickles like you like,” she continued. “I brought you a Coca Cola but also brought a couple more bottles of cold water just in case.”