The Blood Barn (Book #2 in trilogy)

Chapter 16: Adding To The Farm

I found out why Marta was so excited to leave the gun range once we rode home and went inside for the night. As soon as the front door was locked, she jumped up, wrapped her legs around me and began to make love to me.

We ended up making our way onto the couch where we laid naked and watched a movie for the remainder of the night before finally going upstairs to bed.

In the morning I was woken up with the same appetite and I could not believe how shooting guns, arrows, and throwing knives had been so empowering for her. It was like the experience had brought us closer together and was helping us mend our rocky marriage.

After we finished making love, I went to get up off the bed to prepare breakfast, but Marta read my mind.

"No, baby," she ordered, forcing me back down as she straddled me. "You can stay here while I cook breakfast. It is my way of saying thank you for the surprise last night." Kissing me on the lips, she then hopped off the bed and began to dress.

"So what about all the love making then?" I asked, propping myself up with my left arm.

"That was part of it, baby," she confessed. "Especially that new position we did."

I couldn't contain the grin that spread across my face. She walked out of the bedroom as I watched my favorite part of her body disappear through the doorway.

Exhaling as I flopped back down onto the bed, I felt exhausted, but I had never felt more happy and in love with Marta. Doing new things together and spending quality time together as a couple like when we first started dating had renewed the passion in our relationship. What was embers after the trial, was now a raging fire.

Getting your fix I see, commented my inner voice.

Like you would not believe, I replied.

Be careful, Sam, you might just deplete all your energy on sex, leaving you vulnerable when the old driver returns.

I don't think that will be a problem. Marta is cooking breakfast right now and this weekend has gone uninterrupted so far, so why should I worry?

You should worry because nothing has happened yet. They clearly want the element of surprise, so luring you into a false sense of security would be ideal. Once they do show up, that's when you don't need to worry, unless of course they plan to come back again. Let's just hope that isn't the case.

My inner voice had a point, but who knew for sure with Martin's people. They were unpredictable and capable of pretty much anything. Considering what Marta was forced to do in the past, they were taking it easy on me, as if trying to be on my good side so I would help bring her back to them. It was a smart plan, it's just too bad I saw right through it.

Instead of waiting in bed for Marta, I went for a quick shower and then went downstairs in sweatpants and a t-shirt as usual. I was growing accustomed to our weekends, even though they were seldom. My heart and soul were calling for more, but I knew I had to keep my emotions in check so I didn't drop off from the high she gave me, then come crashing down when she went back to prison. I wasn't sure how she was dealing with our interactions, but I was certain she wanted me just like I did her.

I kissed Marta on the cheek as I squeezed her bum with my right hand. She smiled as she finished placing food on the table and then sat down diagonally from me.

Everything tasted delicious and the bacon was cooked perfectly with the right amount of crunch and chew. It was rare for me to think it, let alone say it, but food was beginning to taste better every time that I saw her. It was like our growing connection was turning up the volume on my taste buds, which took me by surprise.