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back to Boris with my severely overloaded trolley, my phone started buzzing like crazy. Apparently it had worked out it was now in an area with signal and delivered all the banked-up messages.
    The first was from Mom asking if I'd arrived okay. The rest were from Jem, who was still severely annoyed with me and Millie. Her messages came with a side of snark served ice-cold. Had I written the great American novel yet? Was I chained up in some hillbilly basement?
    I ignored the snark and sent both of them a message that I'd arrived and I was fine. Then I turned my phone off and loaded up Boris. Mom was still working the guilt angle and I wasn't up for that today. Jem's messages came wrapped with spiky insults and I was well sick of that too.
    Out of sight is out of mind... but out of contact is so much more effective. I loved both of them but in that special family way where you'd happily murder them thirty percent of the time. Right now I was far away and getting a fresh start and I didn't need text message slaps to bring me down.
    Driving out of town with the sun shining and Boris loaded up with groceries, I found myself smiling.
    It could have been the chicken-fried steak talking but I was starting to feel... happy.
    *
    I got back to the cabin just after lunch, still full from the gigantic breakfast at Greasy Manna. I loaded up the chest freezer, filled up the refrigerator and cupboards and then took stock of everything and realized I'd forgotten to buy wine glasses.
    Admit it Harper. You're going to invite Red over for dinner so you can then fuck his brains out. That's why you wanted the wine glasses.
    I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw my face. Harper wasn't going to admit anything of the sort.
    I kicked off my shoes and yawned. Although it was the early afternoon I still hadn't recovered from my long trip. I had a driving hangover or jetlag without the jet. I looked into my very cozy bedroom. The curtains were closed and it was just that perfect level of warmth. I told myself I should go outside, go for a walk or something but my bed was calling to me like a siren.
    I laid on the bed and closed my eyes, letting out a sigh like an old person. Almost immediately an image of Red came to mind. Him leaning over me on my bed. He only kissed me last night on the cheek but I'd felt his stubble, breathed in his scent. I imagined him above me, one hand stroking my hair, the other touching my neck, his body pressed against mine.
    My heart started to beat faster at the memory of him. It was all so vivid. I could see his house in my mind. His table. His smile as he sat one seat away, dipping home-made bread into delicious stew. I tried to put the night in order but my mind was on random flashback. Him standing behind me, about to touch my body. Me walking up the path, seeing him covered in grease, working on Boris. The feel of his body against mine as he carried me down the path back to my cabin.
    In my half-drowsy, half-aroused state I fumbled for the drawer and found the red vibrator. The one Red surely had seen. I put in the batteries by touch alone and then pressed the tip of it against me, though my underwear.
    Red, on top of me, stroking my hair, his body against mine, that large bulge in his pants pressing against me.
    I began moving the vibrator against me, feeling the pressure of it. Even switched off, it felt amazing. The mind had led and my body had followed. I pressed the soft button on the base of the vibrator and then gasped as it buzzed to life.
    Oh Red.
    He pushes me down on the bed and then pulls my underwear down, leaving them hanging around one ankle. He's out of his jeans in a moment and I catch a glimpse of his thick cock before he's on top of me, my legs making way for him. His hand clasps the back of my neck and I feel the rough spots on his skin. His cock is touching me, sitting at my entrance and I move my hips, trying to get him to slide inside me but he holds himself still.
    "Are you mine?" he asks and