We Both Paid the Same Stranger to Sublet the Same One-Bedroom, and Neither of Us Would Move Out novel · Chapter 7 of 24

Chapter 7: Stew and a Dresser

The dresser held for four hours, and by the fourth hour we had finished Gloria's stew.

She'd pushed a pot of it through the kitchen gap at noon, with two spoons and a loaf of rye.

Randy had carried it past the sleeping nurse.

Now the bowl sat empty on the floor beside the bed, and I sat against the headboard in nothing but his flannel shirt, unbuttoned.

Randy knelt at the foot of the mattress in his boxers and looked at me.

"I need you to do something for me," I said.

"Anything."

"Reach into my left suitcase."

"Which one's the left?"

"The one with the lamp on it."

He crossed the room on his knees, because the floor creaked and the nurse was asleep ten feet away.

He dug through my bag and came up holding a small silver bullet the size of a lipstick, with a charging cable curled around it.

He turned it over in his big fingers.

"You packed this."

"For the drive. In case Milwaukee was lonely."

"Was it?"

"Terribly."

He grinned, slow and wicked, and crawled back onto the bed with it.

"Show me."

"I'd rather you showed me."

He clicked it on.

The buzz was thin and bright and absurdly loud in the closed room.

"Shh," I said, laughing. "You'll wake the dead."

"The dead should know better."

He lay on his stomach between my knees.

He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, kissed my collarbone, my breast, the soft place under it.

Then settled his face level with my thighs.

"Spread for me."

I spread my legs and my heart hammered.

He ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh first, and I shivered.

Then he touched the silver tip of the bullet to my clit.

I made a sound that was mostly air.

It was a small, fierce, humming pressure, right where I needed it, and it went through me.

"Oh my God."

"Do it again."

He drew a slow circle with it.

Then he put his mouth on me, lower, and licked into me with the flat of his tongue while the toy buzzed above.

My hips came off the bed.

"Randy."

"Mm?"

"I can't."

"You can. You always say you can't, and then you do."

I clapped a pillow over my face and groaned into it.

He tilted the vibrator, just a hair, and sucked my entrance gently.

I came in a sudden hard crash, shuddering, my thighs closing on his head.

He rode it out, tongue steady, toy low.

When I stopped twitching, he clicked it off and lay with his cheek on my stomach.

I pulled the pillow off my face.

"That was cheating."

"Hm?"

"Using a toy. I thought you'd be above it."

"I'm above nothing." He turned his face and kissed my hip. "I'm an electrician. I love a battery."

I dragged him up by the shoulders and kissed him, and I tasted myself again on his mouth.

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