Bert finally moved, taking her other arm, and helping. His body tightened around me, as if the feel of my body next to him while Jean-Claude whipped him was something he didn't want to lose. He looked away when he said the last, as if he didn't want me to see whatever was in his face. I'd made him change positions, made him work a little harder, but that was all.
I hope you're as good as advertised, Marshal Blake. I knew who was inside my head, even as I put a hand in Micah's hair and pulled his head to one side, so his neck stretched long and clean. You and Merle are the only men in your pard that have long hair. Fear, even a little fear, made everything better-food and sex.