It had been a couple of days, and tomorrow, it would be time to leave for the cruise. The trip to the port would take eight hours, and Adam said we had time to drive. It's a fun road trip and all that.
I had packed my bags well in advance and heard that Damon had apparently canceled his date with someone named Susan when he was supposed to leave for the cruise. I knew there would be Sandra or Tamara or whoever on the cruise if the gentleman wanted pussy, and I wasn't immediately available. And that would actually suit me more than fine.
No, no, this wife is wild. The goal is the fight club experience, fame, money, everything. Of course, I was also expecting shopping, especially shoe shopping. I just kind of love shoe shopping. Damon hates shoe stores. He's impatient, but it's always better if he's not hanging all over me. I need to get my independence.
The eight-hour drive would take energy, and I knew there would be stops, but I had that much time on my hands and experience with roadside cafes, and their offerings could be disappointing, so this would be an enjoyable trip, and so I made a packed lunch that I would enjoy the night before.
I was smart and made myself a lunch box. A big pile of juicy sandwiches with lots of meat, cheese, fried egg, lettuce, cucumber, and cream cheese in between. A few stuffed meat pies with a boiled egg, butter, salt, and cooked ham. In Finland, this was called Hydrogen. I had at least eight of them.
Eight cans of Coca-Cola and a big, five-liter thermos full of good, strong coffee. I would get more Coca-Cola during the trip, and I had a great cooler in which I would pack my sandwiches and drinks, except for my coffee. The rolls were homemade. I had made sourdough and hadn't actually told the men about it, not at all.
Adam came up to me and said: "Did you know that usually, on car journeys, you eat in a cafeteria or get gas station food? It's kind of part of the atmosphere, but great, you just eat your own little snacks, whereas we always get fresh from the gas station. By the way, what are those rolls? I don't remember us having those."
I said, "I made them myself, don't worry, Hauptmann, I'll be fine. These are just my little snacks, and if I run out, I can always get more. I'm making pretty fucking good money now, so I'm rich."
Adam said, "Those are drying out on the way, and even though they're good, I can tell you they're dry sawdust on the way."
I continued to wrap the buns in plastic wrap.
Adam sounded confident. Damon had also come to watch.
He grabbed one of my stuffed buns, wolfed it, and said with a mouthful, "I gotta make sure these are good for you, baby."
Yes, they are good for me. I could tell by the look on Damon's face and the way he was about to devour the bun that it was tasty. The buns were a test version; I had used quite a lot of nut flour in them. There was some wheat flour in them, but I was trying to make buns that were better suited to me.
I continued with my lunch. Adam grabbed one roll, too, and ate it. Luckily, I had extra toppings, so I cut the next one in half and spread it with butter and cream cheese, stuffed it, and wrapped it in cling film. I put them in a box in the fridge.
Damon said, " Those rolls. I see my lady has done something new and hasn't shared her information with her husband."
I smiled smugly.
I got my lunch ready and put it in the fridge for a few hours.
Then I said curtly," Okay, no one in the pack is interfering with my food. Does everyone understand, including Damon? I'll eat these, and then you eat what you get at the gas station."
Damon nodded, and Adam laughed. He found it amusing that I defended my food like a terrier.
Damon said, " The gas station might have, baby, really warm rolls, and when those are cold, they lose their flavor, but I might give you a roll if you beg. You're pretty good at begging..."
Adam raised his eyebrows, and Damon just laughed smugly when I didn't react.
We had to ride with Bran, but I would not say a word to him. Even though it had been months, our pack was doing just fine.
Bran had explained to Adam long and hard, trying to make himself feel less guilty about it, had said he'd gone drinking when he'd thrown me in the cage and hadn't noticed the time passing. He'd been in a rage, and then he'd told Adam again how he used to live in a cave and kill people when he was in a rage.
Adam had then gone back to talking to Bran, but hadn't gone back under him. He had not insisted that I even talk to Bran or that I should be civil to Bran. Adam was a buffer between me and Bran. Damon's position on Bran. I didn't know and didn't ask.
I read downstairs and didn't even go upstairs. Damon was sitting on the couch, fiddling with his phone and furrowing his brow. I had told my fleas about the cruise and that I wouldn't be available at any time as I didn't know what would come of it, but I would let you know when I was free so work wouldn't impede my cruise. I hadn't been on a cruise in decades, so I was really looking forward to this.
Departure would be at 5 am, so around 4 am, I packed my cooler and started making coffee after I got dressed and showered. I was now wearing just pink jeans, a white tee shirt, and a pink denim jacket, as it would be pretty damn warm on the boat.
Although it was early spring, the weather was pretty cool, but I would be fine in these clothes as I would be mostly in the car. Samuel wouldn't go with us. He was too busy at the clinics, and he didn't work with the alphas that much, anyway.
Bran came to pick us up, and we left at 5 am to drive towards the harbor. It was an SUV but spacious, and I had a decent room even though I sat in the back seat with Damon.
After half an hour's drive, I grabbed my thermos and one cup of hot, fragrant coffee and sipped contentedly. Damon was fidgeting on his phone, communicating with the ladies apparently, as he always gave a low chuckle when the phone beeped.
The coffee was perfect. I had brewed five liters of it, and this was perfect. The smell of the coffee made Damon lift his eyes from the phone and look at me as I sipped and sipped the still-steaming coffee. It was black now but with sugar.
As Damon often drank his coffee. Adam drank it with cream and sugar, too. But he drank it black sometimes, too.
Salvatore noticed my coffee and tried to take the cup from my hand. I moved my cup out of his reach and sipped again.
"Damon, remember, this is my lunch. This coffee belongs in that deal, just for me. Shoo it away and wait until the gas station."
I was smug and sipped gently. The thermos had kept the coffee just right, and it was a pleasure to drink, to feel the caffeine hit my cells and give me a boost. This was luxury brand coffee, not our usual, but I had gotten this as my trip treat.
Damon looked at me for a moment and squinted his eyes. "Really baby, remember my woman, married couple? We share everything. I can pay for it in the flesh, yeah, baby."
Damon's voice was suddenly dark, seductive, and full of promise. I handed him a cup of coffee. If he didn't stop talking in that voice, my self-control wouldn't work. He knew how to speak to get me in mood so to speak.
He drank the coffee with relish and said, "Don't worry baby, I can pay, we have time..."
I tried to concentrate on looking out the window. I would not let my pussy take over on this one, although I was amused to think what Bran's expression would be like if we started fucking wildly in the car.
Damon whispered, " Baby, a strong, virile telepath is sitting next to you. Now, be careful if you don't want to try."
I changed my mind in a hurry. I was everything else. Right now I was going through in my mind which sniper rifle would be best.
We drove another half hour after Damon had calmed down after that cup of coffee. I had another cup and a sandwich. I let the smell of hot coffee come up my nose again and awaken my senses. It was still perfect, and I knew my thermos would keep the coffee good for a long time. Thermos had been luxury too, and it was good to put my money on this kind of stuff.
The smell of the coffee entered Adam's nose, too, and he watched me through the rearview mirror as I dug out my filled sandwich.
Now Adam said: "You can share them if you want; I don't mind. I think you've done too much."
I smiled syrupily at Adam in the rear-view mirror and said," My lunch. You boys find a gas station and get yourselves something to eat."
I opened the bun and took a bite. It was juicy and perfect. I didn't hold back my sounds of pleasure as I ate and smiled smugly. They smelled in the car. Plastic wrap had kept them perfect.
Adam was silent and said in a bitter voice to Bran, who was driving," Better find a place before that little critter in the back seat drives us all crazy with hunger. Eat right and enjoy while the rest of us are starving. There's no solidarity in her at all."
That's right, there is none. This was my treat, and I wouldn't share my food. I had learned the importance of food to my well-being and generally liked to share my food. I don't know if it was wolf instinct or just a defensive thing.
Adam seemed a little nervous. Salvatore smelled my sandwich again and crept closer, or rather, his hand crept under my blouse and did very naughty things. I gave half the sandwich to this fucking bully to leave my nipples alone. I was about to shove a sandwich down the wrong throat.
Damon took a couple of bites of the sandwich and whispered to me, "I promised to pay, and there's still a long way to go."
His voice was husky, seductive, and now I wasn't quite sure I could shake this creature off my lap on the cruise at all.
Ten minutes later, the car pulled up at a gas station, and the men went to get food. Twenty-five minutes later, three grumpy men came in with cardboard coffee mugs, all of their sandwiches looking pretty thin.
The cardboard mugs were not big by any means; they didn't even steam, and the thin, dry-looking buns in their plastic wrappers certainly didn't tempt anyone to eat them. When the men went to eat, this time I took stuffed meat pie and a can of coke and went to eat again. I could eat the whole time when my stomach wasn't full and enjoyed all the deliciousness.
The smell of stale coffee wafted through the car as the men got into the car and drained their mugs, ate their dry old rolls, and then threw the mugs into the woods to rot.
I hadn't eaten more than half again when Damon said," Come on, baby, give us some, please, or do you want me to go downstairs and pay now?"
This man was impossible. I said nothing as I grabbed my cooler and dug into it for three meat pies. I gave everyone one stuffed meat pie, but that was it. I didn't give them coffee, so we were still in the gas station yard, and Adam went to get another cup of coffee for him and Bran.
I took a cup of coffee from my thermos, at the same time the fingers of the poor hungry, coffee thirsty man sitting next to me were already working on my pussy, so I had to hold the coffee cup pretty tight.
He had got the button and zipper of my jeans undone and had slipped three fingers into my pussy, and was fucking me hard with his fingers. My coffee cup was still in my grip but now I couldn't drink yet.
Damon lazily took it in his other hand and drank it down with an audible gasp as I came with a bang and made a noise, loud so that Damon looked at me in the rearview mirror and grinned.
Then he licked his fingers lazily and said, "I love strawberries and champagne. "
For some reason, I blushed.
The rest of the journey went the same way. No matter what I tried to eat or drink, Salvatore was always on the take. I won't deny that what his more dexterous fingers did to me was enjoyable, but it didn't matter what I ate. He just had to have it.
Even though we bought identical rolls, I then went to a slightly better gas station after the men had about eaten my lunch. I'd had to give rolls to the men when the gas stations hadn't had good ones.
My cans of Coke were a Salvatore treat, too. As a wife, my role was to allow him to eat my rolls, too, when the gentleman had devoured his. He wanted to share everything, and I didn't want to share my food or drink. But I still had to.
Then I bought a Slurry. I mean this ice-cold drink; it was a lemon-lime, orange version. Wonderfully fresh, Goddammit, that all the men in the car had to have a taste. Salvatore, most of all.
Although it was a liter cup, at least where the slurry was, three greedy men drank almost three-quarters of it pretty quickly, and Salvatore helped me with the rest of it when I got the slurry in my mouth, so he kissed and pulled it out of my mouth with his tongue—greedy guy.
I hoped there would be good food on board and I could eat in peace. As this was an alpha cruise I had been given a meal card by Adam, meaning I wouldn't have to pay for food and any special needs I had would be taken care of, every restaurant would know what I was allergic to so I wouldn't have to worry about it.
Mimosa said sarcastically in my head," You'd think they'd be a pack of underweight people who should actually eat more."
We were approaching the port, and the cruise was waiting.