“No way, baby,” he said, and she sighed, already waking. Maybe he’d get lucky. Maybe she’d suck him off.

“Ooh, God, you stink.” She rolled over and faced him, her mouth only inches from his cock. “Didn’t you shower?”

“Nah!”

“Oh, God, Boomer. Go clean up!”

But he’d already leaned down to kiss her and he took one of her small, soft hands and placed it on his penis. “I can’t wait, baby. You’re just so damned beautiful.”

“And you’re a lyin’ son of a bitch. It’s too dark in here to see anything.”

“I see you in my head, honey.”

“What a bunch of crap,” she said, but her fingers were already flexing around him and as he came to her, she opened her mouth, kissing him with a fever that was always with her in the morning. More and more it seemed that at night she was just too tired for sex and slapped him away, but she woke up horny in the morning and that was fine with him.

He rolled atop her and decided since he’d been up all night as it was, he wasn’t going to spend too much time getting her to come. No siree. He would work fast and hard, touch all her hot spots right off the bat and once he’d felt her start to move against him, going into that low moan of hers, he would finish the job. But, he’d rushed things. Misjudged her reaction. She was a little tight this morning, not fully awake or into it like she usually was, and by the time he’d got her slicked up inside, he couldn’t wait and came in a rush, before she was ready, flopping down on her just like the dead gator.

Which really pissed her off.

“You big oaf,” she declared, pushing him to the side of the bed. “What the hell do ya think ye’re doin?”

“It’s all right, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

“Forget it. I’m not in the mood.” He tried kissing her roughly and she pushed him away. “Stop it, Boomer. You got your damned rocks off, now just leave me alone.” She rolled to the side of the bed and scraped her fingers across the nightstand, feeling for her cigarettes. One of her stupid cats walked across his pillow, its tail brushing his nose and reminding him that they were never alone, not with all the goddamned felines crawling through the house.