“Looking at all of the veggies made me hungry. You want a salad?” she asked, clearly changing the conversation.
I shook my head. “No, but I think I’ll make a burger. You want one?”
“No. I won’t eat much meat while I’m recovering. I do better on greens. Feel better.” I watched as she got salad fixings out and spent twenty minutes putting together a salad with a little of everything in it.
We sat and ate together, me with two large burgers, her with a huge fucking salad, and she talked of the things she needed to do before surgery, to prepare for the time she’d be out of commission.
“I’m here for the duration, Harmony. God, that feels weird, but it’s time to start using the new name, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “Yeah. The sooner we get used to it, the better. The nurse works for the auction company, so she knows the deal, and is used to dealing with patients in hiding while they recover from cosmetic surgery.”
“So how’ll you introduce her to me?”
She shrugged “You’re Brain. She doesn’t need to know more. The doctor wants her here the first forty-eight hours, and then wants her to stop in and check on me once a day. I’ll go back to see him after a week to ten days so he can take the stitches out. The nurse will decide when they come out.”
I helped clean up when we finished eating, and told her, “I’m going to walk the property. I drove around the neighborhood, got a good lay of the land before I arrived, but I’d like to walk it. I like the woods, the privacy, but…”
“Yeah, means people can spy on us easier, as well. I know, but out here, it seemed the best option for me to disappear, for a while.”
“Agreed. You wanna walk with me?”
She shook her head. “I’m gonna get a shower, wash my hair. Take your time.”
My cock went hard as I smelled the promise of arousal, as if she hoped to be clean so we could play around. I kissed her forehead, told her not to get started playing without me, and went out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ice
Brain had been gone nearly an hour, and I was beginning to worry when he came in the back door, announcing, “It’s me,” as he stepped inside.
“Why don’t you show me the guns you brought, let me get familiar with them, and then we can figure out where to hide them.”
He nodded, pulled two from his backpack, another from a holster at his waist, and sat beside me on the sofa.
Brain never talked down to me, and while he went slow at first, until he realized I really was familiar with semi-automatics, he didn’t treat me like a dumb girl today, either.
We put one near the bed, one near the sofa in the living room, and another in a kitchen cabinet. We were both assuming this nurse wouldn’t freak at seeing a gun, since she worked for the auction company. It was likely she’d dealt with bad guys a whole lot worse than me.
Brain took his shirt off as he headed to the bedroom. He didn’t tell me where he was going or what he was doing, but I heard the shower turn on a few seconds later, and smiled to myself. Maybe I’d get some action tonight, after all.
No one had ever known my story before. Brain not only knew I was Ice, knew how smart I was, what I was capable of… he also knew what’d been done to me. Part of me was terrified of going farther with him, but my libido was all over it. And wanted to be all over him.
I needed to start things, though. I needed to be the aggressor. Watching him jack off, I’d realized what he meant by saying he needed to be the fucker, not the fuckee — most guys gave themselves a hand job. Brain had fucked his hand. He needed the hip motion, which meant he wasn’t going to lie still in bed and let me ride him.
I still needed to be on top, but I was hoping we’d figure out a way to make it work for both of us. His idea of standing with me might work, if he wasn’t so damned long. Thick I could handle, but that long, with me on top… I wasn’t sure.
Still, as soon as I heard the shower turn off, I went to the bathroom. The look he gave me as he stepped out of the shower made me feel like prey, and I took a step backwards. His entire expression immediately changed as he turned away from me and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“No,” I told him, bringing my heart rate back under control. “Drop the towel. I’m okay.”
He pulled the towel away and dried his hair with it, his back still to me. “You’ll always be okay when you’re with me, but I realize it’ll take a while to build up trust.”
“My rational brain knows it now. You didn’t even hurt me when I was your captive, when you had total control, and reason to torture me for information. I know I’m safe with you logically, but there are some instincts I just can’t push away.”