Chapter 9: Rescue Party
That must have been what “queered the deal”—that awareness of happiness. For one thing, we were too much into each other to notice when the storm ended. We were brought to this realization by the sound of an airplane engine, not one going over, but one landing. That was an unmistakable sound.
At that moment, I was lying on top of Matt, f*****g him with a languorous relish. When I heard the plane, and felt him tense up under me, I stopped.
His reaction, a moment later was, “Don’t stop, I’m close.”
So, I resumed. I was close too, and somehow the idea of f*****g while doom approached turned us both on. We came quickly.
“Shower!” Matt cried, getting up and pulling me toward it.
When we were under the spray, Matt kissed me, and said, “You’ll have to hide.”
“Hide?
