And suddenly everything made sense. And I’m betting there’s nothing O’Dea wants more than to run that label one day.
So, what you’re telling me is that you would rather have gotten up early for class today than have the multiple orgasms you had last night?His hand delved beneath the sheets.
Uh-uh. I reached for it, dragging it back into the light. At his raised eyebrow, I flushed a little. I’m sore.The boyish grin that spread across his face was almost irresistible.That’s the second time you’ve called me a bastard. He tickled my ribs, and I squealed, trying to get away. He was persistent, though. Giggling and begging for release, I found myself flat on my back on the bed with a brawny, amused Scotsman braced over me.
Not exactly a bad way to greet a new day.Okay, okay! I laughed. I’m sorry! Stop!
His tickling ceased. His kissing commenced. I wasn’t surprised when my skin grew hot, and my thighs automatically gripped his hips. Despite my complaints of feeling tender, I was lost to the addiction of his touch. Last night we’d kissed and touched each other everywhere, passionate sex mixed with tender lovemaking. Afterward, I’d drifted to sleep only to be awoken sometime later by Aidan’s searching mouth and hands on my body. To my complete befuddlement, rather than growing tired of one another as I’d hoped, each touch increased our addiction.
And I couldn’t stop myself from tasting him again.It doesn’t take long to get ready. I pack two pieces of corn bread in a small willow basket, along with a canning jar of water, and a pint of applesauce I made with the Bittmans’ half-rotten apples, then I take Isaac’s hand like a child and lead him down Wild Rose Road.
At the Maddocks’ place, there’s no truck in front. They’ve probably gone into town to attend services or maybe they belong to the closer church at Hazel Patch. It’s a colored church, but Reverend Miller is so kind, whites would probably be welcome.As we walk, I reflect on the changes in Dr. Blum’s health. Some of his actions have purpose now, though in the case of his stroll down Main Street, when he ended up at the soup line, it’s hard to tell. Most important, when I show him how to do something he can copy me.
One thing is for sure: He has altered physically. When he was a physician he was tall, thin, and bookish. Now he actually has muscles and so do I. Carrying water, hoeing and digging, walking the land, sawing wood. We are both stronger.Near the corner of Wild Rose and Salt Lick Road, I notice for the first time the square rock foundation of the small cottage that Maddock said vagrants burned down. The remains of the barn are nowhere to be seen.