Chapter Nine
Aisha hummed as she slowly came awake. The warmth that surrounded her was astonishing. She’d never felt as peaceful or safe in her life than lying in Drake’s arms.
“Are you awake, baby?”
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. Then she rubbed her face against the hand that reached out and cupped it.
“Are you hungry?”
She nodded.
“Let’s get up and eat. If I stay in bed too much longer, I’m going to be inside your sweet pussy again, and you’ve got to be getting sore.”
A smile crossed her face. She loved it when Drake talked dirty. It made her so hot. The first few times he talked about her pussy or cunt had shocked her, but now she craved that side of him.
“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to be in trouble.”
That made her giggle. He made it sound like a threat, but instead, it made her hungry for something other than food.
He pressed a kiss to her lips and rolled out of bed. She watched him walk into a closet and come back wearing shorts and carrying one of his shirts.
“This will be the only thing you wear this weekend.”
She nodded.
He slid her into it, secured a few buttons, and helped her roll the sleeves up.
Aisha laughed again when he took her hand and started pulling her out the door, and she had to run to keep up with him.
She watched him put soup in bowls and stick them in a box. A minute later, he pulled the bowls out, and the soup was hot. She’d seen a few things in the last several weeks she was with Ryker. They all never failed to astound her.
The running water alone was enough to thrill her, but the convenience of the other appliances were dreams come true for her. Normally, her life in Afghanistan had been one struggle after another. From bathing to cooking to keeping warm during the long cold nights were things she’d had to think about every day and come up with ways to get everything done at the same time as staying alive.
The laundry she did once a week was taken down to a shallow river several miles from her home. After they were scrubbed, she’d brought them home and put them on a line to dry. It had taken all day to do, but it was all she’d known.
In America, they put an armload of clothing in a machine, and an hour later, it came out clean and smelling fresh. After that, they’d put it in a dryer, and before she knew it, it was dry and ready to be hung up or fold.
The job of cooking was another thing that amazed her. With a twist of a dial, an oven or stove would be at just the right temperature for whatever she wanted to make. The fact she could get any kind of food she wanted very easily was beyond comprehension.
She couldn’t guess how many times she’d gone hungry so her brother could have what little food they had. Aisha had worried every day if they’d be able to any food at all.
She’d always heard how bountiful America was, but she never guessed it would be the place where you could get whatever you wanted if you wanted to work hard enough for it. In Afghanistan, she’d been willing to do whatever needed to be done to make a life for her and her brother.
Now, instead of struggling to find the things she needed every day, she struggled to understand how to work everything. She just hoped she was smart enough to learn quickly, so she wasn’t a burden on Drake.
They sat close together while they ate, talking about the things they needed to get done.
Just being with him was enough for her. She knew the outside would need to invade their little world soon, but until then, she was going to enjoy every bit of the time. It was just the two of them.
“Are you done, baby?”
She nodded and stood to follow him to the sink. She watched as he rinsed the dishes and put them in another machine to wash later.
He held a hand out to her. “Let’s go back to bed. I need to hold you again.”
She smiled. “I’d like that.”