Chapter Nine
Loving Him
The first few weeks of s*x with Dalton were over in a flash. My excited body had never been so happy; it had never been f****d so well, been so satisfied. There was none of the mounting angst that always accompanied my brief flings with Jack and Lydia. No long stretches of unrequited longing. Dalton was there every day, wanting me as often as I wanted him.
But there were changes after the first few reckless weeks. I discovered Daltons more surly side one afternoon when he refused to let me take him home. I slowly drove beside him while he walked the road toward the camp with his collar up and his head down against the fierce spring winds.
Its me? I shouted to him.
He just kept walking.
Cmon, Dalton. Talk to me.
He still wouldnt say a word, but I would
