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“The list of the stuff that you can cook to make me happy,” I said. “This shit’s good.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

I filled another plate and sat down. Until that moment, I hadn’t noticed Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On was playing in the background.

The album was one of my mother’s favorites. She’d only play it when my father was away, because he didn’t care much for Marvin Gaye. I’d spent hours listening to it with her after school, before my father got home. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard it. Likely a subconscious decision, I hadn’t played it for years upon years.

I paused and let the music take me away.

“Everything okay?” Gray asked.

I glanced up. Her makeup was perfect, her hair was pinned into a bun, and the tone of her skin no longer carried the ghastly pale tone it achieved from countless hours in the bar.

“Everything’s great,” I said. “You look like you got some sun.”

“I’ve been spending thirty minutes or so relaxing at the coffee shop in the mall parking lot during the day. They’ve got outdoor seating. It’s nice to go outside while the sun’s shining.”

I grinned. “You look fantastic.”

“Thank you.”

We finished the meal with Marvin’s soothing voice floating throughout the home. Later, after washing the dishes, we meandered into the living room and relaxed on the couch.

My life had done an about face in the past two months. For a man who hated seeing changes in his life, I’d accepted the differences in stride. Proud of my accomplishments—and of what my life had become—I held Gray close to my chest and enjoyed the music.

In no time, Gray’s snoring overpowered the music. I allowed her to sleep until my arm fell asleep, and then carried her to the room. In and out of sleep and thoroughly exhausted from a long hard week at work, she gave little resistance to me removing her shorts and bra.

I tucked her in bed and brushed my teeth. When I returned, the cats were pacing the foot of the bed, trying to find a place to land. It’s where they’d slept every night since we kidnapped them three weeks prior.

With the light switch pinched between my thumb and forefinger, I admired Gray as she rolled from one side to the other. Once she was still, the cats nestled into their respective spots, one at each corner of the bed.

I’d made mental plans to fuck her into oblivion after our meal at the Greek restaurant. I was learning that sometimes plans change, and there’s nothing that can be done about it. Accepting it didn’t comer easily for me, but I was trying.

I grinned at the thought of the torture I was putting Brisco through and flipped out the light, satisfied that all three of us were getting what we deserved.

27

Gray

When I awakened at Price’s side, I was reassured that what we had was real. Each time it happened, a comforting warmth filled me from head to toe, displacing any doubt that remained regarding our future together.

Through the bedroom window I watched the sky slowly transform from pitch black to orange. In a few moments’ time the orange faded, only to be replaced by the brightest of blues. Twilight was one of my favorite times of day. The sunrises in the desert were comparable in beauty to the sunsets along the west coast.

Price stirred, rolling from his side to his back. It would only be a few minutes before the sunlight brought him from his sleep. Knowing I had very little time before he awakened, I lifted the blanket and peered beneath it.

Price’s cock was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling.

I glanced at him. I wondered what nightmares troubled his sleep, or if he was able to find peace while he slept. If the way he looked was any indication, his sleep was absent the burdens of his past.

I ducked beneath the blanket and positioned myself with my face hovering over his magnificent manhood.

Sucking dicks wasn’t my specialty, by any means. In fact, I all but detested it. Putting a man’s penis in my mouth, regardless of what brought on the occasion, seemed nothing short of ridiculous.

Despite my hang-up regarding fellatio, I opened my mouth and encompassed the head of Price’s cock with my moistened lips.

I had no idea what men liked when it came to blowjobs. On each of the three occasions I’d attempted to suck dicks in my youth, I was advised that I was awful at the act.

I took his girth into my mouth. With my right hand cupped around the swollen shaft, I measured my success with my thumb and forefinger. After nearly vomiting in Price’s lap, I peeled my head away and looked at my cock sucking accomplishments.