Page 65 of Burn Bag
“This isn’t what it looks like,” I whispered.
“It looks like your hand is on my dick.”
I swallowed hard. “Then it’s exactly what it looks like.”
Tension swirled around us as I waited for him to make the next move. Or not. Maybe he didn’t want to make a move. Maybe he was waiting for me to do something. Something like remove my hand from his dick. But no matter how much I told my brain to actually move my freaking hand, it wouldn’t comply. I just laid there, staring into his intense eyes as my hand rested on his growing erection.
And then I was flat on my back with my husband hovering over me, his chest just inches from mine as he used amazing restraint to keep from mounting me. Then again, maybe he was trying to keep himself from killing me. Stranger things had happened.
All of that occurred in about two seconds, but in my head, the cruelty of time dragged on for what felt like hours. Then his lips were on mine, crushing me into the pillow as he kissed me. I groaned into his mouth, opening for him as his tongue caressed mine.
No, that was wrong. This was no caress. He was making love to my mouth. His hands were in my hair, tugging me where he wanted me. I gladly complied, willing to hand myself over to him if I could just feel his?—
He tore himself away from me, getting out of bed and turning away from me, cursing under his breath. Okay, that had not been what I was expecting. I thought for sure he was going to tear my clothes off and have his way with me. Instead, he looked almost angry.
Snatching the covers, I pulled them up over my chest and sat up in bed. “Um…is everything okay?”
“Fine,” he muttered, shoving his hand through his silky strands.
It wasn’t right for a man to have nicer hair than a woman. Everything about this man was sexy and charming and so fucking beautiful.
“Um…you know, we are married,” I tried, hoping he understood that it was okay for him to maul me in bed or anything else he wanted to do.
“Yeah, I’m aware.”
I flinched at the anger in his voice, wondering what that was about. But before I could ask him if I had done something wrong, he pulled on a pair of jeans and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I flopped back in the bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering what I should have done differently. This was definitely not like a normal relationship. I didn’t know the cues and had no guidance on his moods. It was like a first date every single time I saw him, and we never really moved past that moment.
Well, things weren’t going to get better by lying in bed all day. I tossed the covers off and quickly showered, thinking everything would be better after a soak in hot water. But when I got out, I was still just as confused as I had been when I woke up.
Food. I needed food. Everyone thought better when their stomachs were full. That was all I needed. I quickly dressed and headed downstairs, calling out to Bradley.
“Do you want some breakfast?”
When I got no answer, I went in search of him, checking thebathroom, the guest bedroom, and the study. There was only one other place he could be, so I headed to the laundry room, but he wasn’t there either. However, the litter boxes still needed to be cleaned, so I grabbed a trash bag and got to work cleaning them. I was just tying the bag off when I turned for the door and let out a terrified scream, throwing the bag of feces at the intruder.
A man dressed in some kind of white spacesuit and helmet ducked as the feces went flying, but it wasn’t enough to deter him. Screaming, I whirled and grabbed the broom by the handle, swinging it over my head as I brought it down hard on the intruder.
He ducked, but he was faster, grabbing the handle and preventing me from hitting him again. I jerked it back toward me, determined not to give him a weapon, but he was too strong. I shoved it back toward him, then whirled and grabbed the Swiffer mop, jabbing that in his direction. When he tried to grab it, I pressed the button, screaming at him as the liquid squirted in his face.
“Get out, you demon!”
Cleaner sprayed everywhere, drenching him and the floor. He was shouting at me, but I couldn’t understand with his mask on. He stepped toward me and slipped in the cleaner, falling to the floor. I threw the mop on him and bolted for the door, but my foot slipped in a puddle and I went sideways, arms whirling to grab anything.
But nothing was close and I went flying, slamming my head into the doorframe before I crumpled to the floor. Moaning, I tried to roll over and failed. This was it. I was about to be murdered in my own home by a man in a spacesuit. Just before I blacked out, I saw the man stand over me. I thought he was trying to say something to me, but I couldn’t hear anything.
It vaguely occurred to me that this was my last chance to fight back, so as he bent over me, I summoned all my energy and thrust my foot up, nailing him in the crotch. Then the world turned dark and I prayed I wouldn’t be on an alien planet when I woke up.
“We have gotto stop meeting like this.”
I blinked up at the woman standing over me, frowning when I realized I was in a hospital and not on a spaceship. Unless…
“Are you here to abduct me?”
Kristy’s eyebrows shot up and then she burst out laughing. “Girl, what are you talking about?”
“To an alien planet,” I grumbled. “Please don’t run tests on me.”
