Unobtainable by Jennifer Rose Page B

won’t get in your way, I’ll stay in my room most of the time.”
    I looked down as I closed the bedroom door and noticed Harley still standing staring up at me. If he got much sexier he was surely going to be the death of me or the reason for my subsequent blindness, because I was going to be spending an awful lot of time jacking off just to get through the nights…and days.
     
     
    ~Harley~
     
    Dyson was playing it cool, acting as if keeping a distance was going to be easy. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that distance was going to be the hardest part of each day, and night.
    I watched the guest room door close just as it did last night, and I sighed, remembering.
    EJ threw us a less than marvelous reception dinner. A barbeque serving hamburgers and hotdogs with sides of macaroni salad and potato chips would have been an improvement over the dried out cold cuts and stale buns. At least there was a nice wedding cake that Selma, Clayton’s wife, had made for the occasion and the bar had happily been an open one, thank God.
    When it started to rain, instead of taking the party inside we were graciously sent packing. I can’t say I was heartbroken, I was actually looking forward to spending time alone with Dyson.
    Being as he was somewhat withdrawn and mopey, I suggested a few beers, some cereal and TV. The suggestion to sit and cuddle was sitting on the tip of my tongue and the question of consummating the marriage weighed heavy on my mind also. Dyson and I had parted company just after midnight with a quick peck on the cheek and our bedroom doors closing.
    My nightmares snatched me from my sleep at five thirty and I quietly made my way to the gym, running for two hours. I drank four cups of coffee ate two bowls of cereal and read an old Sports Illustrated from front to back before I heard Dyson’s shower start.
    It was kind of nice starting my day with someone else, even if he was a little on the ornery side this morning. My offer to go shopping was real, I would have gladly gone with him and the more I thought about it, the closer I came to the decision to go meet my grumpy husband and help him with domestic chores.
     
     
    ~Dyson~
     
    Just about every unhealthy thing on Harley’s list, plus everything else I could find that was healthy, was packed into the shopping cart. A pair of soft lips touched the crest of my ear and I heard a faint whisper.
    “Cocoa Puffs,” I heard a second time and shot around.
    “What in the world are you doing here?” I asked.
    “I didn’t want you to forget my favorite cereal,” Harley laughed. “And the milk, I think I forgot to put them on the list.”
    “No you didn’t,” I said, holding out the list. “Milk’s right here and I scratched out the cereal and replaced it with Cheerios.”
    “That’s not fucking cereal,” he made a face like I had offered him a mouthful of cow shit. “That’s what you feed a hamster. I’ll get it myself.”
    “What are you really doing here?” I asked.
    My head was all over the place today and I didn’t want to subject Harley to my mood, that’s why I had insisted on shopping alone in the first place. I guess the aftermath from the hillbilly hoedown wedding had done a real number with my emotions. I was running the full gamut, happy to be married to Harley, sad that it wasn’t real and angry that it wasn’t forever. And as selfish as it sounded, I wanted the wedding night with my husband making sweet passionate love to me while I in return rocked his world until he begged me to stop. He couldn’t, no he wouldn’t give that to me, Harley had made that clear and I was forced to accept it.
    “I can go back home?”
    “Here,” I handed him the box of Cheerios, not wanting him to leave. “Go get your cereal, I’ll meet you in the produce section. You know, where they keep real fruit and vegetables.”
    While filling a paper bag with fresh button mushrooms, I looked up and noticed Clair with her friend Connie loading up on