Heat filled her cheeks. Sandy’s words embarrassed her, especially when Stink chuckled on his way back.
“Can’t you keep anything to yourself?” Kelsey asked.
“Come on, I want details. I’ve stopped being a fuck buddy to the men. It’s my own choice, but I need details, lots and lots of details,” Sandy said.
Rolling her eyes, Kelsey stood to make a cup of tea. “Killer says you’re staying for dinner?”
“Yeah, I’ve already stopped by to take his blood.”
“What? Why would you need to take Killer’s blood?” Kelsey started to worry about the man she’d been staying with. How had she not known something was wrong with him? She felt like such an awful girlfriend. Girlfriend? Was she a girlfriend?
Crap, her thoughts were getting too far ahead of her.
“Girl, he wants to be clean so he can fuck you without a condom.”
Okay, her cheeks were going to set on fire if Sandy kept talking bluntly. “What?”
“Don’t be worried. I’ll do the tests, but Killer wants to get rid of the rubber. He’s staking his claim over you, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re his old lady with a ring on your finger that means the same.” Sandy stood, stretching out her muscles. “God, I’ve been sitting for a long time in that blasted car.”
“You can go for a walk if you want around the garden. I’m going to get dinner ready for when Killer’s off work.” Kelsey stood, making two coffees for her guests. Stink took both cups from her as Sandy was stretching out in the garden.
She saw the lust in the other man’s gaze, directed entirely at Sandy.
“Cheers, doll.”
“You’re welcome.” Kelsey hated calling him Stink and made herself scarce. The look in his eyes made her feel frozen to the spot. Did Sandy know that the man wanted her?
It wasn’t her place to tell Sandy what she knew.
Concentrate on my own business.
She pulled the steaks out of the fridge to get to room temperature as she made a mixture to stuff into the beef. Every now and then she stared outside wondering about the strange couple. Sandy was so independent while Stink seemed closed off. Neither of them looked ready to open up to the other.
Getting back to her work, she rolled the stuffing into the steaks, placing them in a pot covering them with tomatoes and herbs before putting the pot into the oven. All she needed to do was cook some pasta, toss together some salad, and dinner was made.
Glancing at the clock she saw Killer was going to be home within the hour. She stepped outside to soak up what little bit of sun she could.
Stink was on the phone a lot of the time while Sandy took in the sun. “Man, this is the life. With lockdown we’re not allowed outside unless accompanied by one of the crew. It gets dull having a man watch over you.”
“Killer’s orders were getting some sun.”
“You’re not tanned enough, Kels. You’ve got to learn to show a bit of skin off to get what you want.”
Sandy had her eyes closed, stretched out on one of the loungers. Her skirt was up around her waist as her shirt lay open exposing her modest bra.
“I can’t just get naked,” she said.
“You’d be surprised what you can do, honey. Me, I didn’t think it was possible to be confident as I got older, but look at me. I fuck who I want, and I’m not exactly in my early twenties. I’m in my late thirties, and I’m not telling you my exact age either.”
Kelsey chuckled. “Don’t be concerned about your age. Stink certainly doesn’t mind your age.”
Sandy opened her eyes, shielding them from the sun with a palm to her forehead. “What are you going on about?” she asked.
“Stink. He’s got feelings for you.”
It was Sandy’s time to laugh. “No, honey, you’ve got that completely wrong. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. Tiny gave him the job of looking after me. It’s all he’s doing.”
Kelsey wanted to dispute the other woman, but Killer walked out the back door covered in his overalls, which were thick with grease.
“Hey, man, ladies. I’m going to wash up, and I’ll be out to join you.” Killer left without another word.
“Wow, isn’t this domestic bliss if ever I saw it,” Sandy said.
“Stop it. I better finish up dinner.”
Leaving the two in the garden, Kelsey filled a pot with water and started to prepare the salad along with several other items. She set the table for the four of them, then drained the pasta. When she got to the salad, Killer stepped up behind her.
“I’m clean now, baby.” He kissed her neck, sucking on her pulse. “Fuck, I missed you.” His hands banded around her waist, drawing her back against his cock. She felt the hard length on his cock against her ass. He moaned then reached up to cup her breast. “Wish they were gone. I’d fuck you right now before we eat.”