The Blood Barn (Book #2 in trilogy)

Chapter 9: Time Cut Short

After dinner Marta and I walked out into the back field to watch the sun finish setting.

"It's so beautiful, baby," she commented as I wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm glad you like it," I whispered into her ear, giving her a smooch on the cheek. "I don't have much else planned for the weekend, so I thought you might like the simple pleasures the country has to offer."

"I do, baby," she assured me, tilting her head into my chest.

Once the sun disappeared, we carefully and quickly made our way back to the house. We spent the remainder of the night on the couch as we watched two movies back to back. In between them we topped up our drinks and snacks, as well as used the washroom.

Marta tried to get me aroused as the second movie started to play, but I resisted.

"Baby, stop it," I scolded her as she removed her hand from my pants. "You'll get that later tonight."

"And in the morning?"

"Yes, and in the morning."

She wiggled into me as she got comfortable and turned her focus back to the movie.

As promised we made love that night. I knew there was the possibility of me being hesitant, but for some reason it just felt natural as we took off each other's clothes.

Nearly two hours later we found ourselves lying naked in bed, Marta sprawled out on top of me as I played with her hair.

"Have you been eating all the food they give you in prison?" I asked out of the blue.

"Why, baby?"

"You seem thinner than I remember, that's all. It's not a bad thing, but I want to make sure you're taking care of yourself."

Marta tilted her head up to look me in the eyes.

"I'm okay, baby," she assured me. "Besides, I have been working out. Did you notice?"

"What?" I laughed.

"Yeah, baby," she insisted, sitting up and flexing her right arm. "Look at this." As she flexed her expression was a combination of duck face and grumpy.

Laughing uncontrollably, Marta clearly had no idea how she looked while posing.

"Baby, what's so funny?" She had a look of concern on her face as if her bare breasts staring me in the face were no longer attractive.

"Nothing," I lied as I shook my head.

She cocked her fist and furled her brow, threatening to punch me with her newly acquired 'guns'.

"The face you made was too funny," I admitted as she held the pose.

"Oh... was it not sexy?"

"Baby, you're always sexy," I assured her. "But sometimes, you look goofy."

Rolling her eyes, she decided to call it a night as she rested her head on my chest. I reached over to the lamp on the nightstand and turned it off.

In the morning I found myself being woken up for sex, then allowed to fall asleep, just to have the process repeat over and over again. It was a constant battle between wanting to catch my breathe and catching some z's.

At one point I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 11:23 staring back at me. I groaned as I rolled over, Marta hopping up and straddling me for what felt like the fiftieth time.

"C'mon, baby," she urged. "Let's do it again before we have breakfast."

I groaned in protest, not wanting to have sex again for the rest of the day. "No," I mumbled.