Cat Snips - a Short Story Collection by Cat Johnson by Cat Johnson Page A

that’s what it
means.”
    He spun to face the opposite wall
and yanked the covers over his shoulder. “Fine. But I’m
not going back out in the cold. If you can’t stand to be in the
same bed with me, you can sleep on the couch since you’re the
one that initiated this tonight and then started changing the rules.”
    “ Yeah, well…fine.”
The sick feeling in the pit of her stomach intensified as she thought
how the rules sucked.
    She’d be damned before she
gave up her own bed to him. He would just have to deal with her being
in it and mad, right next to him. She pulled her pants back on and
flicked off the light switch.
    Slumping back against the pillow
she crossed her arms in the darkness with defiance and held on
tightly to her anger which only meant that even an hour later sleep
still wouldn’t come even though Jeff had been peacefully
snoring since his head hit the pillow. Men.
    Her head spun with visions of him
being with someone else. It made her never want to sleep with him
again, but at the same time, had her fearing that exact thing.
    Meg flopped over one more time,
as violently and noisily as she could while cushioned by flannel and
goose down. This time, the snoring stopped and she felt him roll
toward her.
    “ What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded husky and sleepy.
    “ I can’t sleep.”
Swallowing her pride, the fear of losing him completely made her add,
“and I’m sorry.”
    He reached out one arm and pulled
her until her back nestled against his chest. “I’ll
forgive you.”
    Staring into the darkness lit
only by the nightlight in the hall, Meg let out a huff. “But
honestly, Jeff. Are you telling me if we can’t fuck because I
am out of town, you’re going to go out and pick up the first,
possibly disease-ridden chick you find in a bar and take her home?”
    She sat up and flipped on the
bedside light, flopping back hard and staring at him accusingly.
    He sighed. “I doubt she’s
disease-ridden. She’s a nurse. And I thought you were sorry, so
why are you still bitching?”
    What could Meg say to that? Because I never thought
you would find someone else before I did. That sounded about as bitchy as you could get and she hated to prove
him right. Instead, she bit her cheek and remained silent.
    He pulled her back against him
again.
    “ Mmm. Bitchy or not, I want
you.” Jeff pressed his erection against her hip and she felt
exactly how true his statement was. “Wanna play?”
    She didn’t object as he
began to kiss her neck and then slid one hand into the pants of her
pajamas. He snaked his finger between her clenched thighs, found and
connected with her clit and she couldn’t lie to herself
anymore. Hurt, angry, jealous but still when he touched her there,
yes, she wanted to play. She just didn’t want to admit it.
    He chuckled. “Ah, the
silent treatment. That’s okay. Your pussy has told me
everything I need to know.”
    Meg’s mouth screwed up in
distaste. “I hate when you use that word.”
    “ I know. That’s why I
use it. What word would you prefer? Cunt?” She heard the
laughter in his voice.
    “ No.” Definitely not.
    “ Vagina, then?”
    Eeewww. She shook her head. “Too clinical.” And something a nurse
might say.
    “ Well, you think about it
and let me know, but for your information, your female part that
shall not be named is very, very wet.”
    “ Yeah? Well that has
nothing to do with you. I was reading a trashy novel before you got
here.”
    “ Ah ha. Finally, the real
reason for the midnight booty call is revealed.” He nuzzled her
neck, nipping gently with his teeth, driving her crazy as he slid two
fingers inside the body part in question.
    Her head lolled to one side as
she managed to grumble through the pleasure, “Fine, next time I
won’t call you. I’ll take care of myself.”
    “ Mmm. I like the thought of
you pleasuring yourself. Where are those toys of yours anyway?”
    “ Why?” she asked
suspiciously. After six months of their