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I said. “And I know you have
business with Jeff and I’m really sorry he flaked on you, but I don’t have the
energy for this.”
    “This?”
    I waved a hand around, encompassing him,
the TV, etcetera.
    “This,” I said. “I don’t understand if
you’re teasing me or not and it’s confusing. And you took the remote.”
    He shrugged.
    “So you pick what we watch,” he replied
lightly. “It’s not that big a deal, Marie.”
    He handed over the clicker, giving me a
smile that actually reached his eyes. I studied him—this was a new side to
Horse and I liked it. He was still a big, tough bad guy (or at least not a good
guy, I was pretty sure of that) but he honestly seemed relaxed and ready to let
me out of whatever little mind game he was playing.
    “Actually, I got a Redbox movie,” I said
after a pause. “It’s the new Johnny Depp.”
    He smirked but gestured magnanimously
toward the screen.
    “Pop it in.”
    Unexpectedly, watching the movie with him
was fun. During a fight scene he told me why it wouldn’t have worked in real
life (sort of scary that he knew so much about hand-to-hand combat), but he
didn’t tease me or anything during the sex scenes. When it ended we ordered
another one on PPV. This time I let him pick, and to his credit he went for a
thriller with a touch of romance that looked good to both of us without even
pausing to scope out the porn. About halfway through I started getting a little
cold, so I got up and grabbed a blanket. I figured I might as well share my ice
cream too, so I filled bowls for both of us. When he finished he grabbed the
bowls, set them on the table and pulled me across his lap, then sort of rolled
over until he could lie back on the couch with me and my blanket on top of him.
    I didn’t protest. He felt good, and while
one hand rubbed up and down my back slowly, he didn’t cop a feel, which made me
feel safe. In fact, I really didn’t want to get up or even acknowledge how much
I was enjoying being held.
    A man’s arms around me felt good.
    In fact, they felt so good I fell asleep.
     
    I woke
up in my room, confused. I was in bed with Gary. Why was Gary here? Then I
realized the body cradling mine was far too big to be Gary’s and the arm across
my stomach had more muscles than my future ex had in his whole body. It also
had a black tribal tattoo around the wrist.
    That woke me right up.
    Horse lay in bed with me. I didn’t have any
pants on, just my shirt and panties. No bra. I brushed my leg against his to
discover he didn’t have pants either, and I felt his giant, erect penis poking
my ass.
    “Horse” indeed.
    It’s just morning wood, I told myself. He’s probably not even awake.
    “Good morning, sweet butt,” he whispered in
my ear, the warmth of his breath sending blood straight to my naughty bits. His
words annoyed me though. Opting for the safer emotion, annoyance, I tried
wrenching away from him. He hardly noticed my attempt, which bugged me even
more.
    “Don’t call me that,” I muttered sulkily.
“Who calls a woman that?”
    He laughed, the sound low and warm in my
ear.
    “You don’t really want to know,” he
replied, kissing the back of my neck and reaching down with one hand to press
against my stomach. My panties went moist, and I wiggled against his big tool,
wondering if I’d lost my mind.
    Body and brain fighting for control, winner
take all.
    “Wait,” I said, brain pulling ahead for the
moment. “What do you mean I don’t want to know? I want to know.”
    “You don’t want to know,” he repeated. “It
doesn’t matter.”
    “If it doesn’t matter, why won’t you tell
me?”
    In answer, he slid his hand lower, catching
the hem of my shirt and pulling it up, running the tips of his rough, calloused
fingers across my belly. Oh very nice… My brain decided we could talk about the
sweet butt thing another time. I squirmed my rear and he flexed his hips,
rubbing his now-epic erection against the crack of my ass. His