Page 18 of Call Me Bunny
Is that all he’s worried about? “So, we do it again later. I’m cool with that.”
“Yeah? You’d have sex with me again, even if I can’t hang on much longer?”
“Of course! I like you. And I don’t care what that other girl you tried it with says, you are so fucking amazing at this that I wouldn’t miss the chance to fuck you again and again.” I frown and stroke his short hair. “Is that what happened? I swear, I’ll murder the bitch if she made you feel bad about yourself.”
Neil kisses me again, even deeper than before, and his hips pick up the pace. He’s pounding into me, and I arch against him until his dick gives that telltale twitch of an oncoming orgasm. I clench with all my might, milking him dry. Finally, his hips slow and still, and he slides out.
“Shit! Do you have a towel or something?”
I’m panting so hard it takes me a minute to register what he said. “Huh? A towel?”
“Yeah, you’re, uh … you’re dripping.”
“Oopsie!” I hop off the bed and wrap a light robe around myself. “Better go shower, get cleaned up. You’ll still be here when I get back, right? No running off!”
Neil collapses back onto the bed with a sigh. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Keys is outside in the hall when I open the door, lounging against the wall. I wonder if he was listening in.
“He seem happy with you?” Keys asks, inspecting his fingernails like he’s not as interested as the question makes him sound. “You didn’t hurt him or anything, right?”
I blink at him, confused. “Of course, I didn’t hurt him. And yeah, he seems happy.”
A wistful smile tugs at Keys’ lips. “Good. He deserves to be happy.”
Without any explanation for his weird line of questioning, Keys disappears into his room. I hear the soft click of the lock on the other side.
Locking his door? Keysneverlocks his door.
Chapter 7
Neil
Bunny brings back a couple bottles of water and some pudding cups when she returns from the shower, and we sit and eat in silence for a few minutes. While she was gone, I washed up in the bathroom sink down the hall and put my sweatpants back on. Bunny pouts when she sees that I’m dressed, but I may have been fibbing when I said my ribs weren’t bothering me. They fucking hurt like hell after all that exertion. I don’t think I could go another round just yet.
For all that she plays at being a rough and tumble tough girl, Bunny’s a snuggler. She cuddles up to me while we eat our snack, then wraps her arms around me after we’re done. It’s like she’s afraid I’m going to run off, which makes no sense. Not only do I have nowhere to go right now, but why would I leave? I’ve got a hot girl in bed with me, and yeah, she might be a little odd, but she’s also sweet and kind—despite her propensity for wanting to smash skulls with that bat of hers.
We lie there for what feels like forever, just basking in each other’s company. Bunny traces my Dungeons and Dragons tattoo with her fingertip. Finally, she looks up at me with her brows drawn in a frown.
“Do you need anything from home? Like, clothes, toiletries, your laptop … anything?”
“Well, yeah, eventually. But there’s nothing I need right this moment.”
Bunny sits up and pushes her damp hair out of her face. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll take Kendrick and go grab it.”
“What, like right now?”
“Sure! Kendrick should be done helping Doc in the clinic soon, and it’s not like we don’t have your wallet and ID and stuff; we know where you live. Just tell me what to grab from where and I’ll make sure we get it all.”
The realization that Bunny—or someone else here—went through my pockets while I was unconscious is a bit unnerving, but I guess they had to. I mean, what if I’d died? They would have had to notify my next of kin, or whatever. And who knows? Maybe Doc needed to know something important that my ID could tell him. I’m no doctor, or even former med student, so how the fuck would I know what he might need?
I spend a quiet minute pondering what I might need or want from my apartment. My laptop for sure. A few outfits, underwear, my toiletry bag from the bathroom … What else?
It’s a little sobering to realize that I don’t have all that much stuff for them to grab. Is my life really that pathetic?
Once I give Bunny my short list, she grins and hops out of bed, throwing on some leggings and a skintight tee before running off, presumably to find Kendrick for their trip. That leaves me alone in her room, and while her bed is slightly more comfortable than the one I was given, I feel odd lying there by myself. There’s a weird kind of order to the Burrow, and I get the feeling the others might not appreciate it if I bogart Bunny’s personal space.
I get up and grab the shirt I’d left on the floor before heading for my current room. When I get there, I see that someone has deposited fresh clothes and towels on the bedside table for me. More sweats, some t-shirts, and a few clean pairs of underwear. Whoever my benefactor is, they even left me some hotel bottles of shampoo and body wash. It’s nice, but then I remember that I didn’t get directions to the shower during my tour. I guess Bunny forgot that bit. Since I probably need one, I go out in search of someone who can lead me in the right direction.