“Just to share an important tidbit as we figure our stuff out, your ridicule of my cooking is not amusing to me, Nick Sebring.”
“Babe, you emptied a bottle of French dressing into ground beef seasoned with taco seasoning, fried flour tortillas, dumped mac ‘n’ chees on that, the beef on that, sour cream, cheese and guac on that and set that shit in front of me. It was the best thing I’ve ever tasted. And if a nutritionist saw it, they’d be apoplectic.”
“Life is short and it mostly sucks so who cares what a nutritionist thinks?” she shot back. “You have to have some things you enjoy. I eat fruit. I eat veggies. I do Pilates two times a week. I walk on a treadmill for an hour four times a week. Every once in a while you have to treat yourself to such as taco extravaganza. It makes life worth living.”
“How about we find other ways to make life worth living, like orgasms and mindless TV?” he returned.
“Is there a limit to things that you can have that make life worth living? Because if there is, I’ve got you, that’s a huge boost, but I still don’t think I’m even close.”
I’ve got you, that’s a huge boost.
Fuck, that felt good.
Really good.
“Totally fucking you now,” he declared, grabbing her hand and dragging her toward the bedroom.
“Sebring, the dishes aren’t done.”
He pulled her up the steps, “Shade, don’t care.”
“Sebring—”
He stopped and yanked her around.
“Get naked,” he growled.
She glared at him stubbornly.
He knew how to break through that so he did it, taking off his shirt.
Her glare wavered as her eyes dropped to his chest.
His hands went to his belt.
Her hands went to her tank.
He beat her to naked.
In the race to orgasm, she beat him.
But with that, Nick never minded finishing second.
Chapter Twenty
Wade Through Shit
Nick
6:13 – The Next Morning
Just after coming, instead of collapsing on Livvie, he rolled, bringing her with him.
She gave him her weight, her thighs gripping his hips, her face in his neck, her breathing heavy, her soft body fluid in his arms, still coming down from her orgasm.
Christ, weeks he’d had her and every fuck was better than the last.
One of many indications, if they could wade through the shit, their future was bright.