“It was the middle of the night,” Vincent said with a shrug, and then added, “Thank God. I wasn’t much good for steering, and I damned near passed out before I could pull over to the shoulder and get us stopped.”
“You passed out on the side of the highway?” Marcus asked with disbelief. That seemed damned risky.
“Yeah. It was,” Vincent said as if he’d spoken the thought aloud. “We got lucky, but I wouldn’t recommend it.”
Marcus shook his head and then turned to peer down at Divine, quickly tugging her blouse back into place when he realized she was still on view. Only then did Vincent leave the door to join him.
“How did she take finding out you’re her life mate?”
Marcus grimaced. “She seemed a bit upset before I kissed her.”
“Hmm.” Vincent nodded, not appearing surprised. “Did she say anything useful before you two got too caught up?”
“Do grunts and moans count?” Marcus asked dryly. “It came over us pretty quickly.”
“Yeah, it does,” Vincent acknowledged. “Jackie wasn’t kidding about places to stay away from. She’s probably making a list as we speak.”
They both chuckled at that, but then Vincent sobered and said, “But in case she forgets it, definitely stay away from any grocery shopping at night. And the store freezer is not a good spot to drag her to if things get hot and heavy.”
When Marcus turned to peer at him with disbelief, he nodded solemnly. “I must have fallen off of her as I passed out. When I woke up three of the night crew were standing there gawking at us like idiots and my dick was frozen to a metal shelf.” He winced at the memory and muttered, “Nasty.”
Marcus shook his head with a sort of horror, and then grabbed him by the shoulders, turned Vincent toward the door and gave him a push to get him moving. “Get out of here. I don’t want to hear any more of this.”
“Just trying to give you some helpful advice,” Vincent said with a shrug, but he did leave the room.
Marcus walked over and was about to close the door when Vincent appeared again and announced, “I ran a hose to the water supply while you two were making out between the RVs. Since you were busy I hooked you guys up too and then plugged both RVs into the power supply. You have power and water if you want to take a shower and wash away some of that dirt.”
Marcus glanced down at himself, able to see just how filthy he was in the lit room. He was covered with a layer of dust so thick his black jeans looked almost beige.
“You’re welcome,” Vincent added as he turned and headed away.
“Thanks,” Marcus called out belatedly, but was frowning as he did. What had Vincent meant when he’d said while you two were making out between the RVs? Had he actually seen them? Or was he just guessing?
Marcus sighed and closed the bedroom door. It didn’t really matter what Vincent had meant. If the man had seen them . . . well, Marcus could hardly make him unsee what he’d witnessed, so he might as well just forget about it, Marcus told himself as he crossed the bedroom to the door to the bathroom.
He grimaced when he saw the size of the room. It was little better than an airplane bathroom with a shower on the end, Marcus thought, but knew that wasn’t true. It was a little roomier than that, but would still be a bit confining for a man his size.
Shrugging, he turned on the water and quickly stripped his clothes.
Fifteen
Divine woke up with a terrible need to relieve herself. That was her first and only thought as she sat up in bed and swung her feet to the floor. She hurried to the door, thrust it open, and then paused abruptly as she recognized Vincent and Jackie’s borrowed RV. She’d forgotten for a moment that this wasn’t her RV. In her RV, the bathroom had been along the sidewall outside the bedroom. In this one . . .
She turned and hurried back across the room, rushing into the bathroom there. Divine hiked up her skirt, tugged down her panties, and settled on the toilet so quickly she probably would have been a blur to anyone watching. Immortal speed rocked, she thought on a little sigh of relief as she proceeded to—as a carnie she once knew would have put it—piss like a racehorse. She’d really had to go. Probably all the blood they’d given her for the healing, Divine thought, and wondered that the noise she was making wasn’t drowning out the sound of the rain outside. She’d been vaguely aware of the sound of splashing water as she woke up, but hadn’t paid it much attention. Now, however, it seemed louder to her, almost like the water was actually falling—
Her bowed head jerking up, Divine peered at the shower across from her, noted the figure inside, and couldn’t hold back a muttered “Oh crap.”
“Please don’t.”
Marcus was in the shower with his very bare back to her, but she could hear the amusement in his voice as he said those words and knew he was teasing her. She wanted to give a light chuckle and say something witty. After all this wasn’t the first time she’d been caught out in a situation like this. She’d lived too damned long not to have experienced this or a similar scenario a hundred times over. But none of those scenarios had included Marcus, and rather than handle it with the insouciance she wanted to, Divine groaned and closed her eyes as her face flamed what she suspected was a violent red.
“I guess this means the romance phase of our relationship is over, huh?” he teased.
Divine’s eyes popped open at the sudden silence as the sound of running water suddenly stopped. He’d turned off the shower. That meant he’d be getting out, she thought with dismay.
“I mean they say once a couple starts doing these kinds of things in front of each other, the honeymoon stage is done and they’re into the relationship phase.” Marcus stepped out of the very tiny shower, into the tiny room just inches away, and grabbed a towel to quickly dry himself, elbows banging into the wall as he did.
Divine bit her lip and belatedly dropped her skirt, letting it settle around her. She then tried to sit there, pretending she was sitting on a chair rather than the porcelain throne, all while avoiding looking at a very big, very naked Marcus standing just inches away from her.
“Stop staring at my cock, you’re making it grow.”
Divine blinked at those growled words, mortified to realize she had been staring. So much for avoiding looking . . . and damn, it was growing.
“You’re still staring,” he warned.
“Well, stop waving it around in front of me if you don’t like it,” she snapped, forcing her eyes away. “Cover it up or something.”
Marcus chuckled and then caught her face with one hand, to turn it back and up so he could press a kiss to her lips. She suspected he’d meant it to be a quick peck. It didn’t end up that way. Fire leaped between them at the first touch, both mouths opened, tongues were engaged, and Divine so forgot herself she was about to wrap her arms around his shoulders and climb him like a telephone pole when he suddenly broke the kiss and straightened.
They were both panting and simply stared at each other briefly, then Marcus growled, “I’m going to go lay down. Naked.”
Divine’s eyes widened and she watched silently as he snatched his clothes off the floor, turned, and slid out of the room, tugging the door closed. She sat there for one more moment, before moved to action. She finished her business, and almost raced out of the bathroom after him, but then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror over the sink as she washed her hands. She was a mess, hair mussy, skin filthy . . .
Turning to the shower she opened the door and twisted the knobs to get the water running, then quickly stripped her clothes.