I slid myself up his chest, my pique increasing at his words. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not allowed to be sweet and lovely, offering to take me away from it all, then rescind that offer.”

“I do if you turn into a smartass and hand me shit.”

“I want to go away to a hunting cabin with you,” I told him.

“Then you shoulda just said that, not handed me shit.”

“I did,” I reminded him.

“You did then you handed me shit.”

I looked to the fire and mumbled, “Forget I said anything.”

“Amy,” he called.

“What?” I asked the fire.

“Babe, fuckin’ look at me.”

I turned squinty eyes to him. “Yes?”

“Tell me, how is it you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, capped that by takin’ my cum, I asked you to go away for a weekend with me, and I’m this pissed?” he demanded.

“How is it that you went down on me, gave me only the fourth best orgasm of my life, the first two were our first time, the third one the time on the rug by my bed, you asked me to go away with you, and I’m this pissed?” I retorted.

“Fuck,” he growled. “I don’t have enough time to fuck you properly in order to fuck that sass outta you before I gotta get my kid.”

“Then do it improperly, Mickey,” I challenged.

I barely got his name out before I was on my back, Mickey looming over me, his hands at my ankles forcing my knees bent and my legs wide, and just with that, I was breathing heavy and speeding near orgasm.

It was then, his phone rang.

We both looked down to it but only Mickey clipped, “Fuck me.”

He lowered himself between my spread legs, resting some of his weight on me, and reached a long arm out to his phone. He nabbed it, turned a heated scowl to me, something I ignored entirely, wrapped my legs around his thighs and rested my hands to his chest as he took the call and put the phone to his ear.

“Coert, swear to fuck, this better be good,” he ground down the phone.

He listened for less than a minute before he was up, seated on the daybed, and he’d arranged me straddling him.

His eyes were to the fire, but they saw no romantic fire blazing by a marvelous daybed.

They were far, far away.

I watched with some awe, and admittedly some unease, as whatever was happening far, far away began to piss Mickey off.

To extremes.